This is a continuation of this series, if you don't read at least part 1, you probably won't understand the setting very well. Also, I always read through these before I post them, and send them through a grammar check program, but I still miss things. I appreciate constructive criticism about my stories, but grammatical critiques are pointless once this story is posted. I can't change anything. I hope you, like me, can deal with a few grammatical errors for the enjoyment of the greater story.
Mike awoke the next morning and Aahna was gone. It was Monday morning, so he figured she had class. If last week was any indication of how busy her week was, he would probably not see her again until Friday.
That depressed him, and not just because his sex crazed weekend was her doing. She was also an amazing person. He loved talking to her, but he was also happy simply being in the same room with her.
Mike laid back in bed and replayed the events of the weekend. When he got to the point where Aahna made his apartment manager blow him, he started to feel a little guilty. It technically was her choice, but Aahna did threaten her with legal action if she didn't.
Stephanie Myers wasn't a bad person. Mike actually kind of liked her. He had hoped something might happen between them when he first moved in. But, not being able to leave his apartment put a bit of a damper on that. Yes, she was a bit prudish and did show up with an attitude yesterday. But looking at it from her perspective, he could see how this whole situation sounded a bit fishy. Like some couple was simply trying to get their kinks off.
Truth be told, they had. Mike wasn't sure what was hotter, the threesome with Sophie in the apartment. Or getting squirted on by Isabella while him and Aahna had sex in the pool. He was getting hard just thinking about the two events. Like most men, he already had morning wood, but unlike most men, his wouldn't go away until the beast was satiated. So, he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself out.
The first couple blasts of the day were always the biggest, and Mike almost cracked his head open on the counter top, when his legs started to give out on him. After cleaning up and having some breakfast, he started thinking about Ms. Myers again. He wanted to apologize for how things went the day before. Mike worried that would be awkward, but he felt it needed to be done.
So he went to his room and started to pick something out to wear to the leasing office. But then he stopped. If he showed up in clothes, she might think they had been lying to her. If that happened, he might suddenly be confined to the prison of his apartment again. He would do anything to avoid that.
Truth be told, he also just didn't want to get dressed. So, he decided not to. Mike turned and walked to the front door. He grabbed the handle and froze. He realized that he was nervous and his breathing was elevated. His heart what beating out of his chest. He had gone out yesterday without issue, why was he hesitating today?
Today he didn't have Aahna. When Mike was with her, he was fearless. But it wasn't just that, she made him feel like he was in an alternate reality where nothing could go wrong. Most of all though, she was his shield. If anyone challenged him on his nudity, she was the one that charged in and fought for him.
Mike wasn't that confrontational. Honestly, he was actually a really nice and passive guy. That's why the incident with Ms. Myers made him feel so guilty. He never wanted to hurt or force himself on anyone. The only reason he participated yesterday, was because he was groggy from just waking up, combined with being extremely turned on. All he could think about was getting to his happy ending.
The guilt gave him the resolve to open the door and step out. The beautiful warm sun on his skin is what kept him out. As soon as he was walking, he was confident again. He wished everyone a good morning as he passed. Everyone seemed especially bright and chipper upon seeing him. One lady even gave him a hug and told him how brave she thought he was.
Mike wasn't sure if she meant to, but her leg seemed to pin his dangling member to his thigh. She also bounced on her toes for some reason. The action was making his balls start to tingle. Just before he started to rise, she moved on though.
When he reached the leasing office, he took the pool entrance. Mike wanted to avoid as many issues as possible, and taking the street entrance seemed like a bad idea. Oddly, he felt more self-conscious padding through the furnished Leasing office, than he did walking around outside. Outside, he felt like he was the way nature intended. In here, he felt like a peeping tom sneaking through someones house.
When he drew closer to Ms. Myers office, he heard something strange. It sounded like moans coming through computer speakers that were turned down really low. The sound was a little nostalgic for him. It reminded him of a time when he lived at home and would try to watch porn on the family computer after everyone had gone to bed. But he had to be mishearing. Why would someone be looking at porn in the leasing office.
Mike turned the corner into Ms. Myers office and immediately launched into his apology. "Ms. Myers, I just want..."
Ms. Myers was sitting at her desk. Her computer screen was facing away from the door. As soon as Mike stepped in, she immediately hit the mute button on her keyboard, pulled a hand back above her desk, and tried to look innocent. Despite the seven shades of red that were now covering her cheeks.
"Ma... May I help you?" She asked with a mix of nervousness, embarrassment, and frustration.
Mike paused to think. "Were you just...?"
"Um um um, I... I was just... doing some research. On potential tenants. You know, YouTube, Facebook. Trying to weed out the crazies." She laughed awkwardly.
Mike in no way bought her story, but it would have been even more weird to accuse her of masturbating to porn in her office. So, he got back on track. "I... Do you mind if I sit down?"
Ms. Myers gestured to the chairs in front of her, as the color slowly started to fade from her cheeks. Mike continued. "I wanted to apologize for Sunday. I had just woken up, and the whole situation got me so aroused, that I wasn't thinking straight. And Aahna, she is actually really sweet, she is just really protective of me."
Mike started telling Ms. Myers the entire story of his disorder, and what it's like to be cooped up all day. As he was doing this, she couldn't help but periodically glance down at his penis. Even deflated it was a nice size. Stephanie couldn't help but start feeling aroused again. Before she realized what she was doing, her hand slid beneath the waistband of her jeans.
What she had forgotten, was that the center of her desk was open. Mike could see her hand slip in and start to circle slowly. He was about to say something, but his fear of awkward situations stopped him again. But it didn't stop the beast between his legs.
As he continued his story, he could see Ms. Myers fingering herself below the desk. All he really saw was the outline of her hand moving around under her jeans, but that was enough for his erection to start growing. The longer it got, the more Ms. Myers paid attention to it instead of the story.
At one point, Mike saw her other hand slowly peel down her zipper for better access. That afforded Mike a few peaks of her aqua blue panties. His story was nearly unintelligible at this point, but Ms. Myers wasn't paying attention anyways.
Then Mike caught the reflection of the computer screen in her hipster style glasses, and he came instantly. Massive jets of cum shot out and covered her jeans. Ms. Myers gasped, but wasn't sure what she should do. The front of her jeans were nearly completely white with cum now.
As soon as Mike finished, he climbed up on his wobbly legs and hurried around to her side of the desk. He had to use the desk as a support as his legs weren't used to having to move so quickly right after an orgasm.
Mike confirmed what he saw on her computer. "I can't believe you. You tape us having sex out in the pool, and then masturbate to us?"
"No no no no, you don't understand. This is purely for insurance and safety purposes. If I see someone drowning, I have to run out there and help."
"Oh, yea? Is masturbating part of helping?"
Ms. Myers broke down and started to cry. "I didn't mean to, I was just reviewing the footage from last night to find out what all the gunk was in the filter. But, I just got so turned on that I couldn't help myself."
Mike stared at her appraisingly, trying to decide if he believed her. She continued. "I'm sorry, but truth is, I haven't been able to stop thinking about THAT." She gestured at Mike's deflating penis as it dripped the last remaining drops onto her floor.
"What?" Mike asked.
"Ever since I came to your apartment yesterday, I can't stop thinking about your...your...your penis." The last word came out strained, like it was difficult for her to say. "Every time I close my eyes I picture it. I dreamt that you were covering me in cum again."
Mike was confused. "I don't understand, I thought you said you hated cum, and you wouldn't even give your boyfriend a blowjob. You were talking like you were a super snob and a moral authoritarian."
