She was my sister's best friend and I had wanted to fuck her since the moment I met her. Jackie would kill me if she knew. She had told me to be on my best behavior with Nancy. I was staying here for two months while my house was being renovated and Jackie was in Europe for work.
Nancy had no idea how desirable she was, but I did. And fuck, she made my cock hard. Her laugh, her cooking, her baking, her smile, her green eyes and freckles and that luscious red hair that cascaded down her back.
She always had dinner ready when I got home and left me a plate before retreating into her bedroom. When I asked her to stay, she blushed and said she had work to do. When I leaned against her door last night, I heard her and she definitely wasn't working. She was moaning. I stood there, fisting my cock while I imagined her rubbing her pussy, fucking her tight cunt with her fingers, maybe a toy. It had been two weeks. I had no idea how I would survive six more.
My sister always told me that Nancy was a good girl, timid, shy, scared of putting herself out there. I wanted to pull her out of her shell while I plunged myself deep inside of her. I wanted to show her how much fun being bad could be.
I was wiping down the counter when she came into the kitchen. It was still light out and no need to put lights on with all the floor-to-ceiling windows. She jumped a mile when she saw me.
"Hey there," I smiled at her. "Feel like watching a movie with me or maybe playing cards?"
"Uh...no thanks," she mumbled, tugging her shirt down. All that did was draw my attention to her amazing, braless tits. "I just came out for gummy bears."
"Gummy bears?" I asked.
"Yeah," she turned red. "They're my favorite indulgence. I hide them so I'm not tempted."
"Oh," I smirked, "is that why you hide from me?"
She tucked her head and came around the counter, opening the cabinet behind me. I turned to watch her as she went up on tiptoe, her shirt riding up her back, exposing her beautiful, porcelain skin. She stretched, her fingers searching for her stash. I could see it from where I stood and came up behind her, tracing her arm from elbow to fingertips. My cock immediately swelled against her ass, reacting to the smell and the feel of her. God, she was torture.
I brought them down and she reached for them, clutching them in her grasp, tight to her chest.
Being this close to her, I couldn't resist. I braced my arms on the counter on either side of her and widened my stance, trapping her as I bent my head towards her ear.
"Need anything else from me, Nancy?" I whispered, fully pressing my cock into the crack of her ass.
"No, good. I mean...no thanks, I'm good," she tensed.
"You smell good and you look good and you damn sure feel good," I told her, cupping her hip. I caressed her through her pants before dragging my hand to rest on her tummy, pulling her back into me. Her breath hitched and she moaned, her pebbled nipples thrusting against her cotton t-shirt.
"I'm...uh, I'm working on a presen-presentation. I best...I better get back," she stammered.
"Maybe," I rested my chin in her neck, "it's time for a break. You're so tense and you work so hard. Stay and play with me. I could help you relax."
"I really...really I can't," she stressed.
I sighed, nuzzling my head into her, inhaling her scent, pressing my cock against her, rubbing her belly...all for a mere 30 seconds before I gave her what she wanted and reluctantly stepped away. As she turned, she kept her back to me and I reached out, tugging her back by the rear of her pants. She gasped as I spun her around and tilted her chin towards me.
"I know we've only spent brief moments of time together over the past five years but you have no reason to fear me, Nancy. I just like being with you," I brushed my finger over her quivering lower lip, trying to reassure her that the six-foot five black giant that towered over her meant her no physical harm.
"I...I don't," she forced out.
"You don't want to be with me?" I let go of her lip, bringing her hand to my heart, my other arm wrapping tight around her waist, pulling her flush against me. To an outsider, we would look like beauty and her beast. To me, we fit perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle. Jackie told me she liked to do jigsaw puzzles, often taking over the dining room table. Unfortunately, not since I had been here.
"I don't fear you," she clarified, finding her voice.
"So...you do want to be with me?" I pressed her.
"I...I don't...I mean, I can't," she faltered.
"Why?" I asked her, opening my palm wide over the hollow of her back. "I think we'd be amazing together."
"Can you...please, please can you let go of me?" her voice trembled as she gnawed on her lip.
I slid my hands to her hips, cupping her tightly against me, before gently backing her away.
"Thank you," she turned and practically ran, gummy bears in hand.
I poured myself a large glass of ice water and plopped on the couch, less than 15 feet from her door. The door that she had pushed firmly closed behind her.
I'm 31 and she's 27, both of us single, both of us clearly attracted to each other and maybe she didn't know it, but I knew that one time with her would never be enough. I wonder what Jackie told her about me. My baby sister liked to tease me but she knew I wasn't a player.
As I sat there, contemplating turning the television on, Nancy's door shook. I was wondering if she was coming back to take me up on my offer when I remembered what Jackie had said: when people come and go from the main door of the building, in and out, you can hear it but it can also cause the bedroom doors to pop open. She had asked me not to bring anyone here but she said that if I did, I should be mindful.