It had been several days since I last hung out with Danni. The last time we spent any time together was a back rub that probably went a little too far before she abruptly ended it. We hung out a little that night, and watched some TV. We were naked, of course, as that seemed to be the dress code at her house. However, despite being naked and sitting rather close on the couch, my mood the rest of the night was just slightly this side of pissy.
I knew there'd be no avoiding her at work, however. It was with some seriously mixed emotions I went in to work. I'd love to see her. I'd dread seeing her. Mondays are bad enough as it is... I headed towards my desk like a man condemned to die in the most pleasurable of ways.
"Hello, Babycakes. I brought doughnuts!" was how I was greeted. Could have been worse.
"Hmmm, doughnuts. Thanks. What's the occasion?" I asked while pilfering a chocolate cake doughnut with sprinkles. You can't go wrong with sprinkles. This Monday, at least, was looking up.
"Remember that cute IT guy who helped me last week?" Danni started to explain.
"The one looking down the 'valley of your dolls' the entire time?"
"I guess so. Well, since I helped me, I brought in a dozen doughnuts for him. I even brought in some for you. Aren't I the nicest girl EVER?" she asked, I hoped, rhetorically.
"Sure thing." I sat at my desk, and started to fire up the laptop. The sooner I could 'work' the sooner I could avoid pretending to not avoid talking about what we avoided happening Friday night.
"Do anything fun this weekend?" Danni asked. Boot faster, damn machine! Spin that hard drive! Go go go! It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to her. I did, a lot. But it just felt like there was an elephant there we needed to discuss. Of course, it could all be in my head. My head is an odd place, filled with weird things. Imaginary sexual tension could very well have a home there.
Of course, the Elephant in the cube could not be talked about at work. Too many others around and the conversation was likely to be a little to graphic for the watercooler. 'Hey, when you had your finger in me...' Just wouldn't cut it at work.
"Nope, just kinda hung out. Went to the bar with a couple of friends Saturday. Read a bit. Really, nothing special. You?" I asked, more to be polite than anything else.
"I just cleaned the place, caught up on book club reading, that sort of thing." Yes, cleaning. I do have to admit I did see Danni vacuuming her living room over the weekend. She appeared to be wearing only headphones. Her breasts were mesmerizing, swaying rhythmically as she moved the vacuum cleaner back and forth. I only caught a brief glimpse, but it was worth it. Again, how can I hold two such opposing viewpoints in my head at once?
We made a little more small talk until my PC finished booting and she discovered, much to her alarm, she had yet to have any coffee this morning. She went off in search of caffeine, and I was able to pop my headphones on without being rude. We didn't talk much the rest of the day, it was pretty uneventful.
That night, I was just preparing another gourmet meal of frozen pizza when the doorbell rang. It was Danni.
I of course let her in. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt and flip flops. She had brought over some beers, and said she wanted to talk. I graciously accepted the beers from her and with a sweep of my hand motioned for her to go up the stairs. As I followed her up the stairs, I realized that the T-shirt was all that she was wearing, mainly because from the angle I had, I could see her nice, round ass and zesty pussy lips as she climbed the stairs.
"So, did you get all dressed up just to see me?" I asked. With that, and without stopping, she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it at my head back down the stairs. OK, I can deal with naked girls who bring beer over. But, if she just wanted to talk, why did she need to be naked? And, of course, that meant that in about five minutes, I'd probably be wearing only my watch.
Four minutes later, we were seated on opposite ends of my couch naked, and holding beers.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" I had to ask.
"The other night when you were rubbing my back. It felt really, really good. And, I could tell that it was going to feel much, much better in about five minutes. I was telling you the truth that if I came, I'd probably tweak something in my back. But, I dunno, I felt like we were moving too quickly or simply doing something we shouldn't since we spend all day together."
I had nothing to say at that point, and just continued to regard the label on my beer bottle. I would have been staring at my shoes if I had a pair on.
"In fact," Danni went on, "my back felt A-mazing the next day. Thank you so much for that, I would have been miserable all weekend. Forget the guy at the gym, you're massaging me from now on, if I can ask you to. I wanted to say thanks at work, but I thought we shouldn't talk about it there. We should keep everything cool at the office."
She continued. "I really like you, and I'd like to keep hanging out with you. I like the fact that you're laid back enough to hang out nude like this. And, I think I'd be happy doing something really stupid like sleeping with you, but in my own time. Can you be cool with that?"
"Yep, I can dig it," I pretty much lied. I'd have to dig it. I'd also have to restrain myself and not smother Danni like I was little kid who'd hug a kitten to death. I was developing real feelings for this little nudist tease of a girl. I knew we'd only been hanging out for a week or so, but it felt so goddamn RIGHT. She was special, even if you factored out the fact that she was horny all the time and had no problem expressing her sexuality with me in the room.
"So, what are you making me for dinner?" she asked. This girl knew when the conversation had run its course and it was time to change the subject.
"I've got a frozen pizza going, if that's OK with you."
"Sure, if you don't mind. I pretty much just invited myself over, didn't I? I figured if I brought beers and did this" she got up and pushed my face between her boobs, "you'd be OK with it."
"Of course, that's cool," I said. But, with my head stuffed between her tits, I'm sure all the sound that got out sounded like 'Obcurfmetzool.'
Danni sat down, and tossed her head back and laughed again. I had to look ridiculous with my hair messed up and a shit-eating grin on my face. I liked it when she laughed, though. I had to admit I enjoyed seeing her uvula as much as seeing her vulva. This was a sure sign I was hooked.
"How long until the pizza is done?" she asked. "I'm hungry now," she mocked whined.
I consulted the only item of adornment I still had on. "About 15 minutes. I've got something you can snack on... if you'd like," I said with an arched eyebrow.
"Maybe for dessert," she said, with a little more laughter.
"So, do you have any porn?" she asked, not rhetorically. With that she was up and browsing my DVD collection. I did have porn, all sorts of types, but nothing on DVD. I'd let her skip through the collection, however. She seemed disappointed to come up empty handed in her search.
"If I did have porn, and I won't admit it either way, I wouldn't leave it out for everyone to see, would I?" I asked her.
"You are a single guy. It's here somewhere!" With that, she turned around and started to walk towards the small bedroom that was on this floor of the townhouse. Her unit and mine had the same layout, she knew where most things would be by default. Just like at her place, the small, third bedroom on this floor was pretty much just useful as an office. My computer and bookcases were set up in there.
Danni sat down in my computer chair without asking, and jiggled the mouse. Sure enough, the last webpage at which I had being looking just happened to have naked women on it. What were the odds?
Well, to be truthful, the odds were pretty good, really. This site, thankfully, was just a site with simple, cute nude women. I'm not in to images of women blowing goats or having pineapples rammed home, otherwise that would have made an already weird situation downright uncomfortable.
"So, how many times have you sat in this very chair and jerked off?" Danni asked. With that, she turned the chair towards me so she was facing me, tossed her feet up on my desk and spread her legs. Essentially, I had a perfect view right at her smooth snatch. Her tossed her head back to one side and grabbed her right boob with her left hand. With her right hand, she spread her pussy lips, and started to flick her clit.
"Ugh... Oh, ah, oh GOD YES!" she shouted as she faked an orgasm, very very loudly. "Mmmmm, feels so good. Fuck me, Phil, fuck me! Yes, yes... OH. MY. GOD. YES, Ah, Ah, OOooooH!" she shouted as she continued to pretend, convincingly, to masturbate. She dropped her tit and started to pound on the desk with her free hand, swinging her head side to side, sending her hair flying all over the place.
"Shhh, quiet, the windows are open!" I said, laughing.
Danni stopped her 'fake' show. "What, you afraid someone will think you had a girl in your room?" She giggled, and pulled her feet down. "Too, bad, you could have watched until the pizza was done."
"It sounded to me like you were already almost done."
Danni stood up and walked towards me. She didn't stop until my newly hard penis poked her in the stomach and her tits were pressed right against me. Her hair was still all over the place, giving her that 'freshly fucked look.' I looked down right in to her eyes, we were almost nose to nose, maybe three inches apart. "I'm not done with you yet, darling. I've just started," she didn't speak the last words as much as exhale them. Holy fuck, I wanted to kiss her.
She gave me a sultry look with pouting lips, which quickly softened to a mischievous ear to ear grin and a giggle as she backed away. She blew me a kiss, winked, and then skipped down the hall to the bathroom.
"I gotta pee," she apprised me of the situation.
"You are a fuckin' heartless, tease of a bitch," I said as she walked in to the bathroom.
"I know," she said without apology, but with a chuckle as she looked back at me. She winked again.
I was kind of surprised and kind of not when she didn't bother to shut the door to the bathroom. Too bad, again, I'm not in to girls peeing or I would have blown a load right there as I could hear the pee hit the bowl and see her head in the mirror. Instead of shooting a wad, I went to pull the pizza out of the oven.
I became acutely aware that one needs to be quite careful when cooking in the nude.
We dove in to the pizza. The thing about frozen pizza, they are like boobs. Even when it's pretty crappy, it's still pretty good. While eating, she asked if I would help her with a party for the coming weekend, for Memorial Day. Since it was a 3-day weekend, it meant one more extra day of fun and drunkenness, and who didn't want that? I agreed to help. She also asked me a very personal question.
"How many times a week do you eat frozen pizza?"
