David was cursed. No matter how many times he'd been painfully early to a party (waiting sometimes hours before the rest of the people arrived, fashionably late, fashionably tipsy), he always arrived at the exact time he was supposed to. Such was the case on this cold day in January, at precisely seven in the evening, as he knocked on the door of Allison and James's house. He rocked on his heels, watching the cars drive by, waiting for what felt like just a little too long before the door opened and Allison, smiling, invited him inside. As he walked past her and through the door, he noticed that she was breathing heavily.
"How's it going?" David asked, as he and Allison made their way back through the entryway, past the kitchen, and into the living room.
"Pretty good. James had to pick up some groceries for tonight, so he's not here yet. Sorry."
"Oh, no worries, I'm always early. I can come back later if you'd like." David offered this purely out of courtesy but was surprised when he thought he saw Allison sincerely consider it. She told him it was fine, though, and the two sat down on opposite ends of the sectional. A long pause followed before they made eye contact and Allison smiled jovially.
"So," David said, "What have you been up to?"
"Not much," said Allison quickly, "I got home from work and I guess I've just been chilling since then."
"Did you go running?" David knew she was trying to get into better shape. She had put on a few pounds after marrying the plump-would-be-an-understatement James. She was by no means out of shape though, at most putting on what you might call Freshman Fifteen on top of her generally average body. He had picked up from her heavy breathing and the time it took to answer the door that she'd probably just gotten back from running. Luckily he had gotten there after she returned, otherwise he would have been sitting in his car waiting, feeling more idiotic for his gift of arriving on time.
"No. Why?" This answer confused him. He brushed it off though, ignoring the piercing gaze he was receiving.
"How's work going?" Allison looked relieved at the change of subject and seemed to relax. As she leaned back, David had to take a second glance to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Allison was dressed in her normal low-key type of outfit, the kind she wore when there wasn't a lot of people coming over, as was the case tonight. She sported mismatched socks, tight fitting sweatpants, and a shirt she had probably gotten from loot crate. Out of the ordinary for her, though, was the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. This was made plainly obvious by her hard nipples pushing against the cloth of her shirt, almost being put on display by the ray of sunlight shining in from the window behind her. As he looked up, though, he caught eyes with her and looked away.
As his cheeks reddened, he thought he detected the hint of a smirk on the face next to him that was blushing as well.
"You wanna watch How I Met Your Mother before he gets back? I just finished season 3 and--"
"No." Allison said with such force that David nearly jumped. He offered Orange is the New Black, but again Allison declined.
"Well then, what do you want to watch?" David was a little frustrated at this point.
"I don't really want to watch TV. Let's just...talk." She bit her lip as her brow furrowed.
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Various emotions were running through David at this point. Frustration, exasperation, concern, and curiosity all made their way into David's head. He was frustrated that Allison was being so difficult. He was exasperated; usually he found himself easy to hold a conversation with, being pretty adaptable, but it seemed like Allison was knocking down every idea he had. He also couldn't help but feel concerned that Allison was hiding something. Maybe she had an issue with David that she needed to resolve, perhaps an issue in her marriage. Most of all, though, David was curious. Circumstances added together with their current conversation. The whole thing reeked of an intimacy that he'd never experienced with her before.
Allison simply stared at him, considering. David could feel sweat collecting on his forehead as he stared at her face, taking cautious glimpses at her breasts, which he knew she noticed. He wondered if it had gotten hotter since he had gotten there. He thought maybe their AC had stopped working. He also was wondering when James would be back with groceries. What were they going to have to eat tonight? Were Allison's nipples getting harder? What beer was James picking up? Hopefully not hard cider.. David hated hard cider. Why was Allison breathing so hard? What did she say?
"What did you say?" David asked, noticing that Allison was now biting her nails.
"I said let's watch TV."
David was taken aback. He thought she had said that she didn't want to watch TV.
She continued, "There's one condition though. You can't judge me. You also can't say anything to anyone else."
"Wha--"
"Promise me." "Okay, I won't say anything." David's curiosity had skyrocketed. He was ripe with anticipation.
"And?"
"Oh, and I won't judge you. What is going on?"
Allison said nothing. Instead, she reached behind her and grabbed the remote to the TV. She looked at it for a few moments, then tossed it unexpectedly at David. A terrible catch, it bounced off of his forearm and landed on the ground. The batteries popped out. Before that had happened, though, the TV had switched on. David had instantly stopped caring about the remote in that instant. Because something else had taken up his train of thought entirely.
On the TV, taking up the whole screen was a huge cock buried balls deep in someone's vagina. The woman's ass took up the top two thirds of the screen and the rest was the man's hairy legs below his balls which were hypothetically below his penis, but David couldn't accurately make that call given that the entirety of it was currently parked in the woman's pussy.
David's head was spinning. At the same time things were clicking together like puzzle pieces. Allison took so long to answer because she was watching porn. Hell, she was probably masturbating to it. That's why she was breathing so heavily. Was she naked when he had knocked? Did she have to find her clothes and just couldn't find her bra? It all was making some sort of sense, even though the situation as a whole was only getting crazier. David might have spent the rest of his life staring at that HD ass and balls if Allison hadn't blocked his view.
"You make a better door than a window." David didn't know where this snarkiness came from. For some reason, he felt like he had broken a formal barrier with Allison and now she was on the same level he was. Whatever level that was.
"Here's the batteries." Her tone was husky and soft. She was standing in front of the light, but even with the shadow on her face, he could see her blushing. She was blushing all the way down her neck and to her chest and her nipples were seemingly about to shoot out of her shirt. Batteries? What did she need batteries for?
David's mind caught up with his body, which had already picked up the remote from the floor. He stood up and was now inches from Allison. This was the closest the two had ever been save the hugs they would share before he or she would leave the other's place after a party. This was different though. In standing up, David and Allison now formed a world. They were the hands of God and before them the moon and the stars were forming. Mountains were forming and oceans were being filled. Adam was naming the animals, and the snake was tempting Eve. An eternity began and ended in that one moment.
Allison took David's hand and lifted it up between them. They were so close that in doing so, Allison had gently grazed David's hand over one of her nipples. Her legs shook as she took the batteries that were in her other hand and gently entered them into the remote. David didn't understand, but for some reason this was the sexiest thing he'd ever experienced. After she had placed the cover on the back of the remote, David's body again took a step ahead without his mind's consent. Piercing the silence like a lightning bolt in a storm, the melody of sounds that erupted from the TV shocked them both, though they never broke their connection. Allison gave David a worried look.
"Change it," She whispered.
"No," He insisted.
This was all she needed. Her left hand reached up and grabbed the back of his neck. David thought she was pulling him in for a kiss, but she interrupted that thought with a moan. He felt the hand on his neck seize him, her nails driving into his skin. He also noticed her other hand. It seemed as though she was rubbing the back of her hand on his cock, but he soon realized that she was rubbing herself, and what he was feeling was the product of that. Their lips were touching and their breath was mixing and David felt like he was drunk until the door opened in the front room.
They gave one last glance to each other and parted. Allison quickly ran into the bedroom while David shut off the TV, making a note to turn off the porn before he did so. When he glanced to where Allison had been going, he saw the door was shut and realized that more than one had just been shut by James's arrival.
