She walked into the house, heels clacking against the floor. The shopping bag was in one hand and her case in the other. Heading straight for the kitchen, she didn't see him sitting at the computer in the corner but she knew he was there. Her voice called out to him as she opened the refrigerator door.
"Hey, how's it going?"
"Alright...what ya got tonight?" He asked while typing.
"Just picked up some girlie beer." She laughed, ruffling his hair as she walked by.
He glanced at her retreating form and smiled. She usually arrived home from work after him. He loved it when she was in her business attire: navy blue jacket with a matching short skirt, heels, and silk white blouse. They made her look so sexy and tempting. Most of the time her hair was loose but tonight it was gathered into a ponytail.
Once a week she'd buy some drinks, they would get drunk together and talk the night away. Those were the best nights to him. Lately, those nights have been getting better. They would discuss all sorts of things. Tonight, they would talk about god-knows-what and he couldn't wait.
He went back to his work on the computer when he heard his name being called. Stopping for a moment, he looked down the hall toward her room. Silence...until she called out again.
"Hey Michael." She yelled from her room.
"Yeah Tori, what's up?" he replied.
"I updated my story today," she said with a giggle.
"This chapter is extra good."
"Oh really?" He questioned, getting up from his seat.
She stuck her head out the room, "Oh yeah, you'll love it. It took me forever to write but it's pretty hot."
Michael walked down the dark hallway and stopped in front of her open door. Tori stood at her closet in nothing but her gray and white camo pants. Her back was toward the door where Michael stood waiting. He noticed the smooth skin of her bareback, the curves of her body, and the sides of her breast that he could just make out. The little bit of light in the room didn't help him much.
She was looking through her closet to find her white cotton tank top. Once she found it, Michael watched her slipped it on and walked over to her bed. He felt a twinge in his pants because of her hardened nipples that where very visible through her top. Most of the clothes she wore around the house left nothing to the imagination. That was the way he liked it.
Tori pulled her laptop out of her bag, turned it on and looked for her roommate. She saw Michael standing at the door in his usual getup: a black t-shirt and a pair of Fubu's torn at the bottom, missing the knees. She motioned for him to come sit on the bed. He obeyed and relaxed on her queen size mattress, adorned with pillows. Resting the computer on his legs, she went to put her stuff away. After the room was fixed, Tori checked the screen and saw that it loaded already. She opened the folder that contained her story, then the story itself. Turning the computer so that he could see, she kissed him on the head and told him to enjoy.
"Call me when you're done," she called out as she left the room.
Michael smiled as he watched her clean up the room. He watched her body sway back and forth. When she left, he started her new chapter. Not a paragraph into the story and he was already enjoying it. He knew this chapter would be good. Knowing the chapter might leave him wanting, he continued to read anyway.
Tori went to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of Twisted Smirnoff, which she brought in earlier. Once she had her drink she opened it and sat down at Michael's computer to check her email. She quietly sipped and read her mail.
'Junk mail as usual,'
she though tilting the empty bottle to her mouth.
"Damn, done already."
She got up and this time brought two bottles back with her just in case. Already, the first one was taking effect. She was drinking on an empty stomach but didn't care. No work the next day and no obligations; she didn't care if she was puking the whole night, just as long as she wasn't sober.
About ten minutes later Michael was done. He sat there for a moment letting the story sink all in. He moved the laptop off his legs and onto the bed. As he stood, he adjusted his pants trying to move his newly acquired bulge out of view.
'I need a cigarette... bad,'
he though as he left the room. Michael closed the door behind him and walked down the hall pulling out his pack and lighter. He saw Tori sitting at the computer, reading and working on her third bottle of alcohol.
Lighting his cig, he walked up behind her and placed his hand on her neck.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You are one naughty girl."
Tori shivered at the closeness yet grinned at the words. She knew he liked it, which was all that mattered. She felt his hand caressing her neck and melted to the feeling. Leaning her head back, she looked up at him as he took a drag.
"That good, huh?" she asked letting her head fall back forward.
"You bet," he replied.
"So how drunk are you?" He let go of her neck and went to retrieve his astray.
"I'm tipsy already because I didn't eat," she answered getting up to get another bottle.
"Oh," was his only response.
She threw the three empty bottles in the trash and grabbed more. Michael was at the window with his ashtray, watching her every move. Tori walked by, handed him a bottle and then returned to the computer. She worked on her next bottle and finished reading her mail. Closing her account, she turned to face Michael who was just finishing up his cigarette and was half way done with his drink.
"Well?" she asked expectantly.
"Well what?" He put the butt in the tray and walked over to the couch to sit.
She followed him and lay down, placing her head on his thighs. Michael turned on the TV and began to run his fingers through her hair. Closing her eyes, she took a sip from her bottle and enjoyed the relaxing feeling his fingers were creating. Tori blinked and remembered her question.
"The story...what did you think about the story?" Her voice was smooth and low.
He looked down at her and cracked a small smiled. She looked so peaceful. He hoped to god that she wouldn't move her head any higher. If she saw his reaction to her story, there was no clue to what her reaction might be. She was the type of girl that you could never tell what she would do next in certain situations.
"It was intense," he stated, taking another drink.
"Is that all?" Tori asked, moving her head to the side to look at him.
"You must be frustrated," he laughed, a bit nervous.
Her brown eyes focused on his gray-blue ones then dropped to his lap. She thought about putting her head there but saw a bulge. Tori reached out to see what it was but Michael grabbed her hand. She looked at him confused for the moment but then understood. She lifted the bottle to her lips, emptied it, and placed it on her legs. Feeling that she was drunk enough and he wasn't even close, she opted on not drinking any more for the time being.