She came out of the blue one day and asked if she could hang out for a weekend at his apartment. It would be a honor, Tommy told his beautiful friend, Courtney. Apparently, one of her friends was spending the weekend at his college so she felt it would be nice to surprise Tommy. However, something in her was still hesitant when she made the call on her cell phone. Their online conversations and sharing of stories had put a wrinkle in their friendship previously not there. The flirting was no longer as innocent as it was in high school.
However, ultimately, spending a weekend with Tommy was a plus in her mind, especially considering she hadn't seen him in over a year. Her friend dropped her off at his apartment complex on the Friday afternoon, the sun setting in the distance, and the cold of winter surrounding her. She quickly ascended the steps until she came to the apartment J.
Much like with the cell phone, there was a moment of hesitancy. Given, logically, she couldn't call her friend up and ask if she could spend the weekend with her and her friend's boyfriend; and she did want to spend time with Tommy. She just didn't want things to be weird.
"Oh, well," she said to herself and put her hand up to knock when the door opened.
A tall guy with short brown hair, dragging a piece of luggage met her eyes. He was turned away.
"Yeah, well, if this CD doesn't work, I'm coming back to kick your ass, T-Bone," he said.
"Bitch, you think I'm afraid of you?" a familiar voice, belonging to Tommy said. "You can take me in CS, but I doubt you could do anything more."
"Yeah, you're probably right," he said, chuckling. "Besides, it's way too much effort. I don't like effort."
"So that explains your ex-girlfriends' complaints," Tommy joked.
"Dude…way too harsh," he said, finishing with a laugh. "I'll see you Saturday or Sunday or Monday or whatever." He turned and saw Courtney looking up at him.
"Yeah, man, see ya," Tommy, from a location still unknown in the apartment replied.
At the doorway, Tommy's roommate and Courtney stood uncomfortably. "You here for Tommy?" the short-haired man said to her.
She nodded and as he pointed her inside, she thanked him and entered the apartment. The door closed behind her. The apartment had a hallway from the door into the living room with the kitchen on her left from the hallway. She looked into the kitchen and did not see him. She went into the living room and noticed two other hallways, one on her left and one on her right. On the opposite wall, furniture, the kind that typically comes with a furnished apartment met her eyes. On the opposite side from the door was a pair of glass doors and a balcony, giving her a look at the rest of the apartment complex as the sun fell behind the mountains.
She heard a cough and then a song begin to play. It was from the hallway nearest to the door. She tried to listen to the song for a second as she put down her bag, containing clothes, a few books, and other assorted items, but if it was Tommy playing the music, she wasn't surprised she didn't know the song. Tommy typically told her of great songs she should download from bands she didn't even know.
"There we stand about to fly
Peeking down over land
Parachute behind
What was that moment for which we live?
Without a parachute about to dive
I find myself convincing
Blindly falling faster"
The sounds of a band she didn't know invaded her ears as she started to walk towards the music. She could hear typing and the hushed voice from someone singing along to the song. She stood outside of the door way for a few seconds before finally moving her head to look in and at the same time, Tommy's own head was looking down, as he seemed to be thinking. He looked up again and began to type in a fury, giving her great desire to see what it was he was typing with such vigor.
From the corner of his eye, Courtney's beautiful face didn't immediately grab his attention, his thoughts still focused on his newest story. As he finished typing the scene of the head of his own manhood plunging in and out of yet another friend he promised a story to, he finally noticed her.
"Oh," he said, mentally slapping himself for sounding like a moron. "Sup?" He made a note to kick his own ass later.
"Well, that guy let me in when he was leaving," she said, staying at the doorway.
Tommy nodded and got up to give her a hug. It felt good to finally be close with her. They had missed each other so many times but now, she was here for the weekend. In his mind, he worried so much about what would happened. Would sharing info about each other in the most intimate ways effect their friendships negatively? It was like being stuck in a tough spot where he loved their new friendship and yet, it scared him because there was no way the innocence of the past could be reclaimed.
"So, any problems coming in?" he asked, taking her bag and putting it beside his bed.
"Not really," she replied, scoping out the room and his computer, which he many times bragged about. "Very boring. So, I'm here, what are we going to do?"
"I dunno," Tommy said, saving his document.
The flash of Word getting closed caught Courtney's eye, a mischievous smile following. "Working hard?" she asked.
Chuckling, he looked at her. It was so easy to remember why he thought she was so beautiful in high school. Nothing had changed to alter that belief.
She raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Well?"
"Um," he started. "Maybe."
She shrugged and nodded as if to say, "okay," but her grin returned. "Who's it about this time?"
"It?" he posed. "I have no recollection of any 'it.' Could you specify this 'it?"
Licking her lips, which brought a shock to Tommy's groan area, she leaned closed. For a second, he thought she was going to kiss him. Instead, she looked onto his desktop, seeing a few Word files, but the main one she focused on was a document titled Dream2. Pushing the tab button several times, she tabbed over to the document and pushed enter.
"Ohhhhhhh…you mean 'it?" He joked. "Well…"
His voice trailed off as her eyes began to examine the words.
"Would you like to have my seat, too?"
She looked at him. "Your seat can go down farther, right?"
He pulled the level and sank a little. She looked him up and down and then pulled her leg over him and sat down on his lap. He felt awkward at first, like he didn't know where to place his arms. She looked back, grinning, before going back to the document, every now and then, pushing Page Down to read more.
As the story became more sexual, she slowly, almost subtly, began to move her ass a little bit. Tommy, who was reading over her shoulder, tried to ignore it. Last thing he wanted was a hard-on tenting up against her ass, however nice it was, to make the weekend suddenly completely awkward.
He could see her hand that was still on his keyboard, right above the Page Down button, but however, he wondered with great interest where her other hand was, but he could not make a move that would be subtle enough to find out. His arms hung loosely at his side as she continued to read, her breathing becoming louder with each passing breath.
"Ohhh…" she whispered. "Like the rough part here on the bed."
He hummed back an acknowledgement, all the while, his mind began to clutter with images from the story he has just wrote. However, instead of the face he had in mind when he wrote, the woman that was so slowly grinding herself against him was all he could think about.
Noticing his cock began to point up, he quickly tried to change thought processes, thinking about a recent Counter-Strike game. But it was too late.
"Did she sigh?"
he thought. He dismissed it and started to run lines from an episode of
Scrub
s in is his head, however, nothing could detour the little guy from wanting to join the party.
He silently cursed himself, but she kept grinding herself, a little harder, as the story began to reach its climax. He suddenly didn't care if it was subtle, for he moved his head to the other side, and found her hand rubbing her sweetness through her khaki's. It almost made it cruel on him to watch her do this while rubbing herself against his cock, which was both loving and hating the attention. A sweet ass is one thing, but the jeans he was wearing was making this very painful on him.
She moaned slightly once the story ended and closed the document. She leaned back and looked at him. "Very, very good," she said, smiling. For the first time, Tommy realized his hands were on her hips. "It was real…and had a lot of intensity."
He wanted to slam his cock against her, take her right there, feel her juices around his hard-on, take her tongue into his mouth, and hear her moan in ecstasy. But instead, he just replied, "thanks." She rose from him and announced she needed to use the restroom.
Once alone, Tommy tried to calm down, but with everything in his head, that was impossible. He just needed to make it through the day. If he could do that, he would be fine. Every guy has dealt with being horny before. Surely, he could do it.
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Hours later, he wondered why he didn't try to jerk himself off really quick. Because that was his opening right there and now, as they ate some pizza, he pondered just how stupid he was to think he could make it through the day without any troubles.
It started as soon as she returned. She mentioned a story he had wrote for someone else where a sexual position, the 69 with guy on top, and how she hadn't seen it before was. "I had trouble visualizing it," she said, though he knew perfectly well she could, especially when she grinned at him.
He tried to explain it, but she said she was still having trouble. "Thought you said you learned a lot from porn. Was that position one of them?" Caving in, he found a file with said position and played it. Watching porn with a girl was not exactly new, but still, with so much excitement already, it took every ounce of willpower he had to not touch himself.
It was not helping matters to watch her rub her thighs together. Once the position was finished, she wanted to watch the full file and as Tommy watched his favorite porn star, Chasey Lain, with Courtney sitting next to him with her horniness very prevalent, he realized how much he wanted to throw caution to the wind and maul her, but again, he held back.
