September 6th ~ WILL
Anna stepped onto the balcony as the last boat rumbled past on its way to the marina. The sun dipped low in the sky, the sound of the music rose with the opening of the slider, but it was Anna’s breasts that captured my attention. My mouth watered as my eyes locked on the hint of cleavage that peeked from the fabric. She waved, and I swallowed hard before tipping my beer in her direction.
“Did you hit that?” Jax asked bringing up the tragic reality of my favorite subject.
“The opposite.” I turned back to the barren water. This tenants’ happy hour was a waste of my time. “We’re friends,” I said, and the words soured in my mouth.
Jax slapped my shoulder. “I told you not to help her carry that furniture.”
“What was I supposed to do? Watch her roll a coffee table up two flights of stairs to her apartment?” Jax was an idiot. One who got laid all the time in spite of the fact he was an amoeba.
“As soon as you see a woman you need to decide if she’s fuckable. That information should influence every future interaction.”
I sipped my beer.
“Joey’s not her friend,” Jax said and made me turn around to watch Anna talking to the bodybuilder from 3C. “He looks like he could carry a refrigerator for her, but you didn’t see him lifting a finger toward that coffee table.” I sighed to relieve the tense truth of his words. “He’s saving his fingers for something else.”
“Please stop,” I said.
Joey--What grown man is named Joey?—turned Anna around and checked out her ass. You’ve been doing your squats,” he said, and I wanted to hurl him off the balcony.
“She should have been a no-brainer.”
“I just carried some furniture.” I didn’t have a choice.
The dumb shit that kept coming out of my mouth every time Anna walked by was a different story. “Beautiful day,” I’d yelled to her last week through the pouring rain. Her T-shirt had clung to her exposing every detail of her lace bra and made me forget I was standing in the middle of a storm.
“What time did you wake up this morning?” wasn’t even the creepiest thing I’d ever asked her. “Have you had your tonsils out?” as she ate a hot dog at the apartment complex cookout was near the top of the Stranger Danger list of my statements. When Anna traded the hotdog for a pickle, I had to fight off a hard-on. I’d never had so much trouble talking to the opposite sex before, but I couldn’t stop myself from constantly tripping over my fantasies of how her inner thigh tastes or what her pillow smells like.
Anna made her way through the thinning crowd and over to us. The two minor league baseball players who had just moved into the second floor corner ogled her as she moved.
“Who’s up to go get more ice?” Trey asked with misplaced optimism. “I can’t leave my guests.” He held his hands out wide displaying his hosting responsibilities and convincing none of us to go. “Will?” He zeroed in on me.
Anna, Jax, and I glanced toward the canal and away from his request. Getting ice seemed like a lot of work. Even for free beer by the water.
“It’s not that bad.” Trey tried to convince us. “I have a bucket and a wagon. All you have to do is roll it up to the Rec Center and fill it from the ice machine.”
“I’ll go,” Anna said. Her voice was deeper than usual, with a slight rasp suggesting a cold, and even that was hot. She cleared her throat and touched her neck.
Before I could think, I said, “I’ll help.”
Over Anna’s shoulder, I saw Jax roll his eyes and I sank into the realization that I was never getting further than a game of Uno with her.
“Great,” Anna said. Her smile almost made me forget all the ways I would never touch her.
She led the way through the apartment and into the hallway. With each door that opened, the breeze trickled through her hair and sailed the scent of oranges and mangoes at me like nerve gas.
I steadied myself and tried to think of something to say that would change the direction of our platonic friendship.
“Can we stop at my apartment?” she asked. “I need to feed my cat.”
“How does he like it here?” Keep trying, dummy.
“My cat?” She shrugged. “He’s adjusting. I wasn’t sure he liked my last apartment that much.” She unlocked the door. “It’s hard to tell.”
I followed Anna into her sanctuary. Beads hung from the doorway to the kitchen. The rug in the living room was shag and a basket chair that hadn’t been there when I carried up the coffee table hung from a hook in the ceiling. The few steps I took were stalked by her silent and, I thought, judgmental cat. A sixty-five inch shiny black television loomed cold in her hippy home. I stopped to ponder it until the breeze that danced through the room halted as the door closed behind me. The cat stepped between my legs.
“Do you use your balcony a lot?” Finally, something normal came out of my mouth. “Ever sleep out there?” Her cat stopped in front of me and stared as if he thought I was a moron.
Anna took a few steps toward me. I was sure she was going to usher me out, and I deserved it.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t know why—”
She pushed me back against the wall. Her eyes lit with an emotion I assumed was disgust. She pressed her body against me, and I stopped breathing. My confusion was stifling…until she leaned up on her tippy toes and kissed my neck.
“This… is unexpected…” Shut up shut up shut up.
Don’t.
Speak.
My fingertips found her hard nipple beneath the fabric of her dress. “I want you to know that I really like you. I always say the wrong—”
“Stop talking.” She pushed my lips apart with her tongue as her fingers grazed my balls through my shorts.
I let my head fall back against the wall and let Anna take over.
She dropped to her knees, unzipped my shorts, and stripped me from the waist down as I watched. My dick fell toward her face already hard. She took me in her hand and her mouth, sucking me until the air around us was a sensation I could barely tolerate. I was slowly being set on fire, and when she looked up at me with my dick still between her lips, I heard the word, “Fuck,” and realized I’d said it.
Anna liked for me to watch. I’d been caught before staring as she left for a run, got her mail, or took out the trash, but my favorite view was my dick going in and out of her mouth. I cupped the back of her head with my hand. Pulling her toward me until the throbbing came in the waves that built upon each other. I fisted my hand around her hair and pulled her head away. Without looking at her, I could breath. I inhaled to save myself from coming all over her face before I was done with her, but Anna had other plans.
Defiantly, she teased me with the tip of her tongue until I closed my eyes and succumbed to her mouth.
“Anna,” I said, but she kept going. Every muscle below my neck clenched as the swell rose inside of me fighting for its release. I pulled her away and launched over her shoulder. Heavy breaths fought for air as my heart throbbed against my chest and the last of my come fell from the edge of my dick.
Anna sat back, revealing her cat with my semen dripping from his head. He looked like he wanted to kill me.
Anna stepped onto the balcony as the last boat rumbled past on its way to the marina. The sun dipped low in the sky, the sound of the music rose with the opening of the slider, but it was Anna’s breasts that captured my attention. My mouth watered as my eyes locked on the hint of cleavage that peeked from the fabric. She waved, and I swallowed hard before tipping my beer in her direction.
“Did you hit that?” Jax asked bringing up the tragic reality of my favorite subject.
“The opposite.” I turned back to the barren water. This tenants’ happy hour was a waste of my time. “We’re friends,” I said, and the words soured in my mouth.
Jax slapped my shoulder. “I told you not to help her carry that furniture.”
“What was I supposed to do? Watch her roll a coffee table up two flights of stairs to her apartment?” Jax was an idiot. One who got laid all the time in spite of the fact he was an amoeba.
“As soon as you see a woman you need to decide if she’s fuckable. That information should influence every future interaction.”
I sipped my beer.
“Joey’s not her friend,” Jax said and made me turn around to watch Anna talking to the bodybuilder from 3C. “He looks like he could carry a refrigerator for her, but you didn’t see him lifting a finger toward that coffee table.” I sighed to relieve the tense truth of his words. “He’s saving his fingers for something else.”
“Please stop,” I said.
Joey--What grown man is named Joey?—turned Anna around and checked out her ass. You’ve been doing your squats,” he said, and I wanted to hurl him off the balcony.
“She should have been a no-brainer.”
“I just carried some furniture.” I didn’t have a choice.
The dumb shit that kept coming out of my mouth every time Anna walked by was a different story. “Beautiful day,” I’d yelled to her last week through the pouring rain. Her T-shirt had clung to her exposing every detail of her lace bra and made me forget I was standing in the middle of a storm.
“What time did you wake up this morning?” wasn’t even the creepiest thing I’d ever asked her. “Have you had your tonsils out?” as she ate a hot dog at the apartment complex cookout was near the top of the Stranger Danger list of my statements. When Anna traded the hotdog for a pickle, I had to fight off a hard-on. I’d never had so much trouble talking to the opposite sex before, but I couldn’t stop myself from constantly tripping over my fantasies of how her inner thigh tastes or what her pillow smells like.
Anna made her way through the thinning crowd and over to us. The two minor league baseball players who had just moved into the second floor corner ogled her as she moved.
“Who’s up to go get more ice?” Trey asked with misplaced optimism. “I can’t leave my guests.” He held his hands out wide displaying his hosting responsibilities and convincing none of us to go. “Will?” He zeroed in on me.
Anna, Jax, and I glanced toward the canal and away from his request. Getting ice seemed like a lot of work. Even for free beer by the water.
“It’s not that bad.” Trey tried to convince us. “I have a bucket and a wagon. All you have to do is roll it up to the Rec Center and fill it from the ice machine.”
“I’ll go,” Anna said. Her voice was deeper than usual, with a slight rasp suggesting a cold, and even that was hot. She cleared her throat and touched her neck.
Before I could think, I said, “I’ll help.”
Over Anna’s shoulder, I saw Jax roll his eyes and I sank into the realization that I was never getting further than a game of Uno with her.
“Great,” Anna said. Her smile almost made me forget all the ways I would never touch her.
She led the way through the apartment and into the hallway. With each door that opened, the breeze trickled through her hair and sailed the scent of oranges and mangoes at me like nerve gas.
I steadied myself and tried to think of something to say that would change the direction of our platonic friendship.
“Can we stop at my apartment?” she asked. “I need to feed my cat.”
“How does he like it here?” Keep trying, dummy.
“My cat?” She shrugged. “He’s adjusting. I wasn’t sure he liked my last apartment that much.” She unlocked the door. “It’s hard to tell.”
I followed Anna into her sanctuary. Beads hung from the doorway to the kitchen. The rug in the living room was shag and a basket chair that hadn’t been there when I carried up the coffee table hung from a hook in the ceiling. The few steps I took were stalked by her silent and, I thought, judgmental cat. A sixty-five inch shiny black television loomed cold in her hippy home. I stopped to ponder it until the breeze that danced through the room halted as the door closed behind me. The cat stepped between my legs.
“Do you use your balcony a lot?” Finally, something normal came out of my mouth. “Ever sleep out there?” Her cat stopped in front of me and stared as if he thought I was a moron.
Anna took a few steps toward me. I was sure she was going to usher me out, and I deserved it.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t know why—”
She pushed me back against the wall. Her eyes lit with an emotion I assumed was disgust. She pressed her body against me, and I stopped breathing. My confusion was stifling…until she leaned up on her tippy toes and kissed my neck.
“This… is unexpected…” Shut up shut up shut up.
Don’t.
Speak.
My fingertips found her hard nipple beneath the fabric of her dress. “I want you to know that I really like you. I always say the wrong—”
“Stop talking.” She pushed my lips apart with her tongue as her fingers grazed my balls through my shorts.
I let my head fall back against the wall and let Anna take over.
She dropped to her knees, unzipped my shorts, and stripped me from the waist down as I watched. My dick fell toward her face already hard. She took me in her hand and her mouth, sucking me until the air around us was a sensation I could barely tolerate. I was slowly being set on fire, and when she looked up at me with my dick still between her lips, I heard the word, “Fuck,” and realized I’d said it.
Anna liked for me to watch. I’d been caught before staring as she left for a run, got her mail, or took out the trash, but my favorite view was my dick going in and out of her mouth. I cupped the back of her head with my hand. Pulling her toward me until the throbbing came in the waves that built upon each other. I fisted my hand around her hair and pulled her head away. Without looking at her, I could breath. I inhaled to save myself from coming all over her face before I was done with her, but Anna had other plans.
Defiantly, she teased me with the tip of her tongue until I closed my eyes and succumbed to her mouth.
“Anna,” I said, but she kept going. Every muscle below my neck clenched as the swell rose inside of me fighting for its release. I pulled her away and launched over her shoulder. Heavy breaths fought for air as my heart throbbed against my chest and the last of my come fell from the edge of my dick.
Anna sat back, revealing her cat with my semen dripping from his head. He looked like he wanted to kill me.
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Jax dropped the wagon at my feet. “Just so we’re clear, me carrying your crap up the stairs is not in any way an indication that I would not fuck you.” He spoke with the leveled tone of a logical and intelligent person, but I assumed the sweat-covered meathead in front of me was neither of those things.
Jax dropped the wagon at my feet. “Just so we’re clear, me carrying your crap up the stairs is not in any way an indication that I would not fuck you.” He spoke with the leveled tone of a logical and intelligent person, but I assumed the sweat-covered meathead in front of me was neither of those things.