It had been a very quiet week since Tyreese received a lap dance from his roommate Ori's girlfriend Daisy. He had seen her performing as a cage dancer at the local Go-Go House, and in her own words she was willing to "do anything" to prevent Ori from finding out.
Since then Daisy had avoided the apartment. When she was there, she was always clutching Ori's arm, or sitting as close as possible to him. She also made a point of never being alone with him. She was polite, but when Ori wasn't looking she'd have a angry scowl on face.
Tyreese ignored such things, even when Daisy gave him the finger he wouldn't rise to her baiting. The night before she had stuck out her tongue; that caught him off guard, but he couldn't help but laugh. That startled Daisy, and confused Ori.
Walking to school in the morning, the two looked completely mis-matched. Tyreese stood around 6'2", with red-ish brown skin, almost the colour of chestnut. His roommate Ori however was a ghost-white 5'8" skinny nerd, wearing glasses. Mid-stride, Ori stopped to speak.
"Has Daisy been acting weird lately?" Ori asked.
Tyreese froze and mumbled a reply, "No why?"
"I can't put my finger on it." He replied.
"Maybe she's on her period?" Tyreese said, he wasn't raised to lie, but subterfuge might work.
"No, she's been horny all week." Ori said with a smile. "But it will start next week!"
"Hmmmm." Tyreese murmured.
"I shouldn't complain." Ori said as he started to walk again.
Tyreese didn't say what he wanted to say. He had a pair of Daisy's panties hidden away, which he'd jerked off to her scent a dozen times already, and he hungered for more.
"Oh," Ori stopped again to talk. "I'm going to be late tonight, don't make dinner."
"What time will you be back?" Tyreese asked. "I might leave you left-overs."
"I'm not sure. It could be late?" Ori replied.
Tyreese figured he could go home, have a nap, then off to the b-ball courts nearby.
"Sure man." Tyreese replied. "If I don't see you tonight, I'll catch you tomorrow."
The two young men continued the rest of their trip on foot to school in silence.
Tyreese returned to the apartment later that day, he planned on jerking off to Daisy's thong before his nap. The smell was pure ambrosia to him, one sniff, and he was in total ecstasy.
Opening the door he saw the familiar tray of Timmies on the table; two Double Doubles, and an Iced Cap. Beside the door were a pair of black thigh high
"That ginger-haired wench is here!" He thought to himself.
Tyreese walked into through the apartment casually, stopping only once he reached Ori's open door. Laying on the bed listening to some records quietly was Daisy. She had on a set of headphones and didn't notice him darkening the doorway.
Daisy was dressed in a tight pair of jean short-shorts, and an oversized pink tank-top. At 5'5" she was a petite redhead, who kept her hair short. Her milky white shoulders and teal-green bra straps were clearly visible.
He stood there admiring her long snow white legs. Tyreese wanted badly to kiss them from ankle to thigh. He wasn't sure if he had developed a crush on her, or if he just wanted to take her for a test drive, only to cast her aside when he was done.
"Can I help you?" She asked rudely, pulling off her headphones and removing the needle from the record player.
"Sup." Was all he could manage to say, she had startled him.
"What do you want?" She said in an annoyed tone.
Tyreese remained silent, his heart was beating much to fast to think up a plan, so by default he stayed quiet.
"I thought we were even?" She said seething.
"Sure, maybe." He replied non-commitally.
"Well? What is it?" She said raising her voice.
Tyreese was done with words; mostly because he couldn't think of any. He stepped closer to Daisy, she was kneeling on the bed, staring at him.
He brought his face up to hers, close enough to kiss. They looked into each others eyes. Daisy poured pure anger at Tyreese, who's unemotional stare was unnerving her.
Breaking the silence, he reached out and grabbed the back of her head; his fingers interlocked in her short red hair. Although she could have knocked him out cold with a quick punch, she held back, and maintained her gaze.
"You're such a whore." He said plainly to her.
"Fuck-you!" She replied.
Tyreese yanked her head back, and brought his face in close to hers for a kiss. Their lips pressed together, she didn't stop the kiss, but neither did she try to kiss him back.
When the kiss finally broke, Daisy's lips were still pressed together waiting for a second round. He did not pull her back for another kiss, nor did let her go. held her steady as he reached forward with his other hand and grabbed her crotch. Daisy made fists of fury, but did not use them.
He found that square of material where all the stitches met at the bottom of her jeans, and pushed gently. A soft moan escaped Daisy's lips as Tyreese pushed harder and rotated his finger.
Tyreese cracked a smile as Daisy's expression changed, he could tell that she was getting wet.
"You're thinking of my giant cock aren't you?" He whispered.
"I fucking hate you!" She hissed back at him.
Tyreese could have sworn that she was getting so damp that he could feel it through her jeans. While still holding her, he moved his free hand to undo her jeans in one swift movement, revealing a frilly, red pair of panties.
"For me?" He asked honestly.
"Sure, add it to your collection you fucking pervert!" She said rolling her eyes sarcastically.
"Cool," He replied, "don't let me forget."
During their exchange of words, Tyreese's hand snaked inside her panties, and placed his middle finger on her clitoris. He smiled again; he was right, it was very damp!
Making small circles, and pressing harder and harder, he could see in her eyes that she was getting closer.
