September 20th ~ Will
I waited for Anna to call and cancel. We’d been set for drinks on Tuesday, but she wasn’t feeling well. She’d offered dinner on Wednesday as a replacement, but rescinded before we’d even gotten off the phone. Today was my last offer. If she wasn’t into it, I’d find a way out of it, too. I was just going to have to relocate because every single time I saw her, I imagined my dick in her mouth.
“Ready?” she asked as if my entire existence, and my address, didn’t depend on her showing up.
“Where are you two going?” Jax walked up and asked. He’d obviously just been to the gym. His sleeveless shirt was cut open to show half his hairless chest. If there were ever a time I just wanted him to leave, it was then.
“Nowhere,” Anna and I said at the same time.
Jax’s stare alternated between the two of us until the single mother who moved in below him came into sight. I’d seen her almost every day going to the bus stop, but I’d never seen Jax watch a woman with such reverence.
“Hey, Renee,” He finally managed to say as she approached.
“You’re a pig,” she said over her shoulder and kept walking.
Jax admired her movements until she fell out of sight behind our building’s entryway.
“I think she likes you,” I said.
“I gotta go.” He ran after her, leaving me and Anna standing alone in the silence of my uncertainty.
“I made you lunch,” Anna said at the same time I suggested we take a paddle boat ride. “Let’s do both.” She took my hand and led me toward our building. “Some lasagna and a ride.”
I swallowed awkwardly loud. “Okay.” It was strange how I constantly sought out her company and had yet to feel comfortable in it. I followed her into her apartment and leaned against the wall in an attempt to appear relaxed. “How was your week?”
Anna opened the oven door and pulled out a pan of lasagna. “Good. Yours?” She stuck her finger in the middle of it. “This needs more time,” she said and pushed it back in.
She moved with the breeze blowing in from the window over the sink. Her dress was short and strapless and covered in tiny yellow flowers. I’d seen her wear it before, but never when I might have a chance to touch it, or pull it down to her ankles and help her step out of it. “Will?”
She tore me from my fantasy.
“…Yes”
“You okay? I lost you there.”
“I was just thinking about how much I like your dress.”
“This one?” she asked and held the sides out as she curtsied.
“Yes.”
Anna slipped it over her head and stood naked in front of me paralyzing me with her movements. “Do you want to try it on?” She held the dress out to me and laughed at little. I consciously closed my mouth and reminded myself to breathe as Anna tossed the dress to me.
I lifted it to my face and inhaled the sweet smell of summer citrus that followed her through the halls of our building. “I love this dress.” I stood straight and squared my shoulders. I was not going to be shy with her anymore. “Almost as much as I love you not wearing it.”
Anna stood on her tiptoes, kissed me, and let me run my hands along her back and down to grab her ass. Her skin was silk to the touch and warm like the sun at the end of a hectic day. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me by my ear. Her heat flowed through me. “You’re hot, Will.”
“Like jalapenos?” I asked and took her breast in my hand.
“Like a guy I’d make lasagna for.” She undid my pants, slipped her hand in my underwear, and found me hard and waiting for her. “Fuck me, Will,” she whispered.
I wanted to lay her down and explore every inch of her with my tongue. I wanted to please Anna the way she did me every time she inhaled. “Where’s your bedroom?” I asked.
Her eyes lit, and her chin tilted ever so slightly at my question. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking only that she wasn’t angry with me.
Anna walked toward the hall. I followed her round ass and smooth steps with my dick bulging near my open zipper. I could watch her do anything without her clothes on.
“Where’s your cat?”
“At his request, I’ve closed him in the bathroom.”
“You’re a very conscientious pet owner,” I said as we passed the bathroom door.
Anna laid down on the white fluffy comforter covering her bed. It was as close to heaven as I’d ever been. “Touch me, Will. Wherever you want.”
My dick only wanted one thing, but I’d dreamed of her body every night since she’d blown me and I longed to explore her in the daylight.
I needed to taste her.
I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on her floor. My jeans and underwear followed. When I crawled into the bed next to her, I didn’t dare kiss her for fear I’d climb on top of her and finish before we’d started, and I never wanted to leave her room.
I held her foot high above my head and ran my fingers down the inside of her leg until she raised her hips toward me, taunting me. I rested her leg on my shoulder and pulled her toward me by her hips.
Anna stared at me while I kissed the inside of her thigh and when I dragged my lips toward her clit, she said, “You’re beautiful, Will."
I stopped myself from saying, “I like you, too,” because I was getting smarter. Instead, I shut up and pressed a finger into her warm, wet pussy. My mouth watered, and my dick throbbed. I took a deep breath to steady myself.
She spread her legs further as I separated her lips with my thumbs and rolled her clit beneath one until Anna moaned in her sweet, soft voice that tortured me. I wanted to come all over her, but this time was for Anna. I wouldn’t be selfish with her.
Her legs—the ones I’d imagined wrapped around me every night before I went to sleep—I spread wide to finger her. First two, I pressed into her. Then three, and the sweet smell of Anna surrounded me leaving me alone with her clit and her pussy and her moan. Nothing else mattered but her pleasure.
I grazed her with the tip of my tongue. Just a slight touch, but when she quivered, I flicked it faster against her clit. She tightened everywhere and lifted her backside off the bed.
I eased off and fingered her slowly until she relaxed. Gentle kisses I placed all around, but never where she longed for my tongue to be. Tempting her was torturing me.
Anna reached out and threaded her fingers in my hair which only made me move slower and more deliberately, although I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on. Her breathing swelled. Anna was ready to come and her doing so had become my life’s mission. She fisted my hair in her hands as I took her clit between my lips and teased until she cried out, but this time I would show her no mercy. Pressing with my fingers and sucking with my tongue.
“Don’t stop, Will,” she said through jagged breaths.
Anna cried out as her body jolted in my grasp. I savored her release and drank her in. The sweet drops equaled every notion I’d had of her in the past.
“Fuck me, Will,” this time she demanded.
With one deep breath, I moved up and buried my dick into her. I think Anna spoke again, but I couldn’t hear what she said…
***
We made love until my body no longer ached to touch her, but suffered from the fatigue of having had her. She fed me lasagna in bed, and then we ventured out to the water, holding hands as we walked the paths of The Haven at Blue Moon Bay.
I steered the boat through the channel and into the bay before returning just as the sun set. Anna put her hat on and turned her back to the shore as if in disgust.
“I was thinking… we should go to the movies,” I said to bring her back to me.
“Something out you’d like to see?”
“Less chance of me talking. I might actually make it through a night without kicking myself.”
“I love the words you say to me.” She turned fully toward me and left me to pedal for the two of us, but I couldn’t move. The word love from her lips had stunned me. We might have drifted out to sea had she not followed it up with, “Don’t fall in love with me, Will.”
I didn’t know where it was coming from. Anna had these bouts of silence that were always followed with a melancholy realization that nothing was as joyous as it might have seemed just a few seconds before.
“Not to worry. You often repulse me.”
The corners of her mouth tilted up, and she pulled her hat down lower as we floated by the estates along the water. The residents of the single family homes were on their decks enjoying the drinks and music of Saturday evening. Anna stared at the balconies while a cold distance settled in between us…again.
“Ready?” she asked as if my entire existence, and my address, didn’t depend on her showing up.
“Where are you two going?” Jax walked up and asked. He’d obviously just been to the gym. His sleeveless shirt was cut open to show half his hairless chest. If there were ever a time I just wanted him to leave, it was then.
“Nowhere,” Anna and I said at the same time.
Jax’s stare alternated between the two of us until the single mother who moved in below him came into sight. I’d seen her almost every day going to the bus stop, but I’d never seen Jax watch a woman with such reverence.
“Hey, Renee,” He finally managed to say as she approached.
“You’re a pig,” she said over her shoulder and kept walking.
Jax admired her movements until she fell out of sight behind our building’s entryway.
“I think she likes you,” I said.
“I gotta go.” He ran after her, leaving me and Anna standing alone in the silence of my uncertainty.
“I made you lunch,” Anna said at the same time I suggested we take a paddle boat ride. “Let’s do both.” She took my hand and led me toward our building. “Some lasagna and a ride.”
I swallowed awkwardly loud. “Okay.” It was strange how I constantly sought out her company and had yet to feel comfortable in it. I followed her into her apartment and leaned against the wall in an attempt to appear relaxed. “How was your week?”
Anna opened the oven door and pulled out a pan of lasagna. “Good. Yours?” She stuck her finger in the middle of it. “This needs more time,” she said and pushed it back in.
She moved with the breeze blowing in from the window over the sink. Her dress was short and strapless and covered in tiny yellow flowers. I’d seen her wear it before, but never when I might have a chance to touch it, or pull it down to her ankles and help her step out of it. “Will?”
She tore me from my fantasy.
“…Yes”
“You okay? I lost you there.”
“I was just thinking about how much I like your dress.”
“This one?” she asked and held the sides out as she curtsied.
“Yes.”
Anna slipped it over her head and stood naked in front of me paralyzing me with her movements. “Do you want to try it on?” She held the dress out to me and laughed at little. I consciously closed my mouth and reminded myself to breathe as Anna tossed the dress to me.
I lifted it to my face and inhaled the sweet smell of summer citrus that followed her through the halls of our building. “I love this dress.” I stood straight and squared my shoulders. I was not going to be shy with her anymore. “Almost as much as I love you not wearing it.”
Anna stood on her tiptoes, kissed me, and let me run my hands along her back and down to grab her ass. Her skin was silk to the touch and warm like the sun at the end of a hectic day. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me by my ear. Her heat flowed through me. “You’re hot, Will.”
“Like jalapenos?” I asked and took her breast in my hand.
“Like a guy I’d make lasagna for.” She undid my pants, slipped her hand in my underwear, and found me hard and waiting for her. “Fuck me, Will,” she whispered.
I wanted to lay her down and explore every inch of her with my tongue. I wanted to please Anna the way she did me every time she inhaled. “Where’s your bedroom?” I asked.
Her eyes lit, and her chin tilted ever so slightly at my question. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking only that she wasn’t angry with me.
Anna walked toward the hall. I followed her round ass and smooth steps with my dick bulging near my open zipper. I could watch her do anything without her clothes on.
“Where’s your cat?”
“At his request, I’ve closed him in the bathroom.”
“You’re a very conscientious pet owner,” I said as we passed the bathroom door.
Anna laid down on the white fluffy comforter covering her bed. It was as close to heaven as I’d ever been. “Touch me, Will. Wherever you want.”
My dick only wanted one thing, but I’d dreamed of her body every night since she’d blown me and I longed to explore her in the daylight.
I needed to taste her.
I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on her floor. My jeans and underwear followed. When I crawled into the bed next to her, I didn’t dare kiss her for fear I’d climb on top of her and finish before we’d started, and I never wanted to leave her room.
I held her foot high above my head and ran my fingers down the inside of her leg until she raised her hips toward me, taunting me. I rested her leg on my shoulder and pulled her toward me by her hips.
Anna stared at me while I kissed the inside of her thigh and when I dragged my lips toward her clit, she said, “You’re beautiful, Will."
I stopped myself from saying, “I like you, too,” because I was getting smarter. Instead, I shut up and pressed a finger into her warm, wet pussy. My mouth watered, and my dick throbbed. I took a deep breath to steady myself.
She spread her legs further as I separated her lips with my thumbs and rolled her clit beneath one until Anna moaned in her sweet, soft voice that tortured me. I wanted to come all over her, but this time was for Anna. I wouldn’t be selfish with her.
Her legs—the ones I’d imagined wrapped around me every night before I went to sleep—I spread wide to finger her. First two, I pressed into her. Then three, and the sweet smell of Anna surrounded me leaving me alone with her clit and her pussy and her moan. Nothing else mattered but her pleasure.
I grazed her with the tip of my tongue. Just a slight touch, but when she quivered, I flicked it faster against her clit. She tightened everywhere and lifted her backside off the bed.
I eased off and fingered her slowly until she relaxed. Gentle kisses I placed all around, but never where she longed for my tongue to be. Tempting her was torturing me.
Anna reached out and threaded her fingers in my hair which only made me move slower and more deliberately, although I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on. Her breathing swelled. Anna was ready to come and her doing so had become my life’s mission. She fisted my hair in her hands as I took her clit between my lips and teased until she cried out, but this time I would show her no mercy. Pressing with my fingers and sucking with my tongue.
“Don’t stop, Will,” she said through jagged breaths.
Anna cried out as her body jolted in my grasp. I savored her release and drank her in. The sweet drops equaled every notion I’d had of her in the past.
“Fuck me, Will,” this time she demanded.
With one deep breath, I moved up and buried my dick into her. I think Anna spoke again, but I couldn’t hear what she said…
***
We made love until my body no longer ached to touch her, but suffered from the fatigue of having had her. She fed me lasagna in bed, and then we ventured out to the water, holding hands as we walked the paths of The Haven at Blue Moon Bay.
I steered the boat through the channel and into the bay before returning just as the sun set. Anna put her hat on and turned her back to the shore as if in disgust.
“I was thinking… we should go to the movies,” I said to bring her back to me.
“Something out you’d like to see?”
“Less chance of me talking. I might actually make it through a night without kicking myself.”
“I love the words you say to me.” She turned fully toward me and left me to pedal for the two of us, but I couldn’t move. The word love from her lips had stunned me. We might have drifted out to sea had she not followed it up with, “Don’t fall in love with me, Will.”
I didn’t know where it was coming from. Anna had these bouts of silence that were always followed with a melancholy realization that nothing was as joyous as it might have seemed just a few seconds before.
“Not to worry. You often repulse me.”
The corners of her mouth tilted up, and she pulled her hat down lower as we floated by the estates along the water. The residents of the single family homes were on their decks enjoying the drinks and music of Saturday evening. Anna stared at the balconies while a cold distance settled in between us…again.
Come back next week for September 27 ~ Anna
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