She sat in her car watching the minutes pass by on the small clock as she weighed up her decision. She'd come this far and it would be silly to back out now but was she really the type of woman that would do what she was about to do? It had all been fine and well when they were texting each other about it, but now she was here, around the corner from his house her nerves were starting to kick in and she couldn't help but feel like she'd made a major lapse in her judgement. She wasn't the type to show up at someone's house for a quick fuck, never had been. She'd always saved that part of herself for the man she was in a relationship with but that had gone down the drain two months ago.
With a deep sigh she fished her phone out of her handbag and swiped the screen. There was already a text message from him asking how far away she was. She shook her head and with a groan she rested her forehead on the steering wheel and inwardly screamed. What was she waiting for? It wasn't like she didn't know the guy. They'd known each other growing up, he was a couple years older than her but they'd always kind of hung around with the same kids. They had reconnected a little while back on Facebook, just the usual friendly catch up talk but when she became single she'd found herself chatting to him more and more. The friendly jovial conversations became flirtatious and then over the past two weeks just down right explicit. She could do that, talk dirty over messages because he couldn't see or hear her but in person? That was a whole other story.
She fired off a quick reply 'five minutes' and checked her reflection in the rear view mirror. Everything was in place just as it was when she left her house on the other side of town 20 minutes before. She'd taken a long shower, making sure to shave every inch of her body and then smothered herself in her favourite body lotion that came in a gift set with her favourite perfume. Armani SI. Her blue eyes were lined with pitch black wings that she was amazed had turned out so well with her shaking hands. She'd decided to leave her lips bare, just a coating of vanilla scented lip balm and coated her long lashes with mascara then blow dried and straightened her dark crimson hair so it fell sleekly against her upper back. She'd put on a pair of high waisted skinny jeans and paired them with a cropped grey t shirt then put on her original black and white Converse high tops.
"Fuck it," She said, throwing her phone into her bag and opened her car door. Stepping out into the cool British spring weather she pressed the button on her car key locking the doors. He'd given her his address a while ago but she'd never thought she'd actually use it.
It's not like the guy wasn't attractive or anything, because he was. Maybe too attractive. All the girls liked him when they'd grown up and from what she could see from his pictures online he was still good looking, just taller, with better hair and a hell of a lot of tattoo's. Had she met him out and about by accident she wouldn't have been so nervous but this was vastly different. She was so far out of her comfort zone as she turned onto the corner of his street she fought the urge to turn the other way and run like hell. She walked to his small house and approached the door, knocking softly she hoped it was so quiet he didn't hear it but almost immediately he opened the door, smiling at her brightly. His jeans rested on his hips and his tight black v neck shirt made him look like he was about to do some kind of photo shoot. He was almost edible but she still couldn't get past the butterflies assaulting her insides.
"Hey!" He pulled her into a friendly hug and she almost stiffened but urged herself to relax and give in to the embrace. It was just a hug, she hugged everyone. She was a hugger. "You look fucking gorgeous, do you want a beer?"
"I probably shouldn't," She pulled away from him and looked at the spot in between his deep brown eyes. Something about those eyes unnerved her. "I'm driving, so.."
"You can always crash here," He gave her a small smile that was supposed to be friendly but it was anything but. "If you want to."
She thought about it, did she really want to stay the night? She wasn't even fully prepared, didn't even bring a change of underwear let alone a damn toothbrush. She followed him into his living room, taking in her surrounding as she went. Minimalistic black and white, totally her style. In fact it reminded her a lot of her own flat. She couldn't help but smile as she eyed the little ball of black fur purring away sleepily on the black leather lounger chair. She loved cats but he'd never mentioned having one, which she'd thought was odd.
"I didn't know you had a cat?" She said sitting down on the matching leather sofa. He went into the kitchen and brought out two bottles of beer, obviously not hearing her when she said she probably shouldn't drink but she thought she may as well. She could do with the liquid courage and one drink wouldn't hurt.
"He's my sisters." He said handing her a bottle and sitting on the opposite side of the sofa, turning to face her. "She's gone travelling for a few months around Europe so I'm looking after him. Kinda wanna keep him though, I've grown attached."
"He is really cute." She smiled over at the cat who hadn't moved at all. "I want a cat but my landlord won't let me."
"Well, you can always come and play with Hector." He mentioned and she turned to him, an amused smile on her face.
"Hector?" She couldn't help but giggle when he started laughing, nodding his head.
As the night progressed and the beers stopped flowing, she'd only had the one and he'd decided to stick to one as well, she'd told him he didn't need to but he insisted it was fine. They drank tea and ate pizza and then watched a film. He was still sat on the other side of the sofa but she didn't move and he seemed like he wouldn't dare to. He kept a distance from her which confused her a lot being as this whole thing was mainly his idea. Maybe he was just as nervous as she was. The more time she spent on the sofa, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye the more she wanted him to just hurry up and make a move already. She couldn't describe the change in her mood but she suddenly wanted him, like really wanted him. The tension was there, sizzling between them like a ball of lightning between them. She threw caution to the wind and slid over, sitting next to him and instantly his arm went around to rest on the back of the sofa. After ten minutes the arm dropped to rest over her shoulders and she leant into his side, resting her head on his shoulder.
This time it was him that made the next move, his arm dropping lower to the exposed skin between her jeans and the crop top she was wearing, his thumb rubbing the smooth skin. She turned her head to look at his hand, the tattoo of a deep black rose on the top of his hand with thorny vines stretching out onto each of his fingers. She looked back at the film on the TV, she didn't even know what it was but the woman on the screen was thrust up against a wall while the man was attacking her neck, dry humping her into oblivion. 'Why aren't we doing that?' she thought to herself and then decided to rest her hand on his thigh and give it a little squeeze. That was what tore through that ball of tension and smashed it into miniscule pieces as he turned his head and took her mouth in a hungry and powerful kiss that made her gasp into his mouth. His tongue snaked into her mouth to dance with hers in a fight of dominance which he effortlessly won and she loved it. She'd always loved being taken charge of, always a submissive. He pushed her down onto the sofa and held his body up over hers, looking down into her eyes momentarily before he took her mouth again before moving his face to kiss and bite at her neck.
She didn't know how he knew what she liked, because she never properly told him. She'd never shared this side of herself before but she was hardly complaining. His hand moved under her shirt to rest over her pert lace covered breast and gave it a squeeze. He pulled the cup down and took the hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger, twisting and squeezing making her whimper in return as the pain sent waves of pleasure through her body and ending between her legs. With shaking hands she reached and grabbed at the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head. His chest covered in more ink that made her mouth water instantly. His own hands returned the favour, ridding her of her own shirt and came her bra, both being discarded somewhere across the room.
"Do you live with anyone?" She breathed out. "No one is going to walk in on us?"
"Nah," He shook his head and leant up slightly, working on the button of her jeans and then zip. She couldn't help but giggle as he struggled to get the skin tight denim off her shapely thighs. With a roll of his eyes and playful smirk he finally pulled them off and threw them behind him. His eyes went down to the lace thong she was wearing and he rubbed at her wet snatch through the material. Biting her lip she let out a small moan before he pushed the fabric to the side and looked down at her pussy.
