Darian hated the idea of wasting his day helping someone move into their new apartment. Hated the fact it made him feel like a pack mule. Hated that he'd probably be paid in pizza and cheap beer. He could be at practice instead.
"Gosh, Darian, you are a lifesaver, do you know that?"
But her voice ran through his ears like a sweet siren's call. Luring him to her and her will.
"Ah, I had nothin better to do." He drawled and gave her a wink.
A lie, but if it made her happy, he'd gladly be Mr. Fib.
Her apartment was small, her bedroom had enough for a bed, nothing more. Her living room could fit a loveseat, coffee table and TV, nothing more. The kitchen didn't have a lick of counter space. She didn't seem to mind.
He watched as her eyes lit up as she spun around, her pet cat in her hands, the poor thing looks less than thrilled to be spun judging from its narrowed eyes.
"You should put that thing down, darlin' she might get dizzy." It's not like Darian to overtly care for cats but he'd be equally pissed if he was in the cat's position.
"Sorry, baby girl!" The cat was placed gently on the floor, she ran off to hide in the closet-sized bathroom.
Despite feeling like a pack mule, there wasn't a whole lot to move in, no space anyways. The love seat was easy enough, shocked she could handle going up the stairs with it. Double shocked she hauled the mattress up on her own as well.
Valerie was 5'5 at the most, tiny compared to Darian's 6'2 frame.
"Just a few more boxes, Darian and we are done!" She clapped her hands together, her bright smile reached her ears, her eyes lit up and softened as she looked up at him.
Darian felt his heart tug and he bit his lip to hide his smile, 'fuck, she is something else.' Darian cleared his throat, "Yeah, then you owe me some beer and pizza...I guess."
Her hand grabbed onto the back of his arm, she squeezed, causing him to flex in response. "Just some beer and pizza, gotcha!"
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The neighbours were pushy. Some might call them friendly but the questions they were asking had Darian feeling some kind of way.
One lady in particular seemed to hold them verbally hostage,
"Oh, what a cute new couple moving in! George! come meet the new couple!"
Awkward would be an understatement as Darian held the final and box in his hand as you made small talk with the old lady.
"Couple, uhm, well we-"
She cut Valerie off with a wide grin and jubilation to her voice,
"It's so cute to see such a young couple strike it on their own! Oh, it takes me back!"
Despite his urge to throw Valerie over his shoulder and hall her upstairs, he did the gentlemanly thing but attempting to make small talk, "Yeah, you know we just figured to give our mom's and dad's a break and get out of their hair," He looked down at Valerie with a cheeky smile on his face.
"Well, isn't that sweet!" The old lady placed a hand over her heart, "I can't believe your parents would allow you both to move in together despite not being married! Well, what do I know, you kids these days sure do things differently."
"Yeah, we plan on eloping." Valerie giggled as the old lady gasped in a mix of shock and delight while Darian grunted, wide-eyed at Valerie.
He fought back a groan. Eloping. 'Fuck I wouldn't mind that.' He thought to himself. His mind quickly raced to a few images. Valerie, under him, her tits bouncing as he fucks her tight cunt. Valerie from behind, getting fucked while he shoves his thumb in her ass. With a pretty ring on her finger...
Another image, recent, of Valerie in her bikini at the lake. The flimsy yellow material did a poor job of covering her perky tits. Nipples poking through the thin fabric. Darian wanted to latch his mouth around one and pinch the other. Bite and suckle on her as he finger fucked her.
"Well, I'll be!" The old lady turned, "George, hurry up and meet the young couple! They plan on eloping!"
Darian gathered himself and loomed over Valerie, a quick nudge to her shoulder and she began walking.
"We gotta go, we'll, uh, meet George later, her cat's been shitting up a storm so we gotta go check on her." Darian flashed a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
The old lady nodded and continued, "Oh, our cat has been there too. Poor little things often get bowel problems. I know!" She clapped her hands together, "Let George and I helped!"
'Of for fuck sakes' Darian cut in, "Look, Lady, we gotta go, we'll stop by later."
Darian pushed Valerie towards the stairs, not letting her get in a proper goodbye as she stumbled.
"Darian," She whispered, a sharp edge to her voice, "That was rude!"
"Ah, she wasn't gonna shut up," Darian chuckled, "and to be nice, we'll talk to em later."
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"Beer and pizza and some edibles!" Darian held up a beer and the gummy.
He leaned back into the new IKEA love seat, "This shit is stiff, ya need to break it in."
Her laugh put a pit in his stomach. "Break it in?" She scoffed with a smile, "How many girls have you used that on?"
"Just the ones where it worked."
Darian keeled over in mock pain after she playfully slapped his arm. He sat the beer and gummy on the used coffee table to run his hands on her feet.
Valerie giggled as Darian's rough fingers danced over the soles of her feet. She playfully pushed him, a laugh booming out as Darian pushed his thumb into her arch.
"Darian! No! St-stop!"
His hands slip slipped up her leg, he shuddered as the contrast of her soft flesh against his rough hand urged him further, further up her fleshy thigh.
Darian licked his top lip, his baby blue eyes flickered from under her dress, to her wide eyes. He held her gaze as he inched his hand upwards, the tips of his fingers settled on the crotch of her white cotton panties.
Darian's gaze left Valerie's. He saw the sudden flash of apprehension in her brown eyes. He didn't want to see it. Didn't want to think of what was going through her head. His comment, "Just the ones where it worked" is the common knowledge amongst others that he fucks around like a dog off his shits.
amongst others that he fucks around like a dog off his shits.
He has every right, he's single he can do what he wants. That is what he tells himself as he's fucking some board, her back arching into him as he chases his release.
Every girl satisfied his base-level instinct for the night. Every morning he'd wake up feeling like he had a pit deep within his soul.
He got his rocks off, sure, he wouldn't have to use his hand for a while. It never truly equated to what he wanted...who he wanted.
Darian snapped back to the present as Valerie whimpered at his touch. His knuckle pushing into her panties as his thumb rubbed the bundle of nerves.
He used his free hand to push you back onto the couch, her head resting on the arm. He sunk low, his upper half off the couch, his legs onto the floor, squeezed between the coffee table and couch. He smirked to himself as her breath hitched when he lifted her sundress past her bra.
Darian groaned as he took the sight before him. Valerie flushed and panting, her chest rising and falling. A hand up to her mouth, teeth biting her bottom lip. Her brown hair fanned around her face.
He brought his attention back to her lower half, biting his own lip as he took notice of the wet spot in her panties.
"Shit, baby, did I do that?" He laughed as she mewled and shuddered when he ran his large finger up the wet spot to flick at her clit.
