With a flourish, I opened the door to my bedroom and announced, "This is my humble abode."
"Nice," Aaron smiled, "It's cute."
It was my first time having Aaron in my flat. I'd timed it perfectly so I didn't have work the next day, and Harry was at Tashas'. I really didn't want to have to deal with Harry's attitude. The air between us still hadn't cleared up since our fight and I didn't want him putting me in a bad mood in front of Aaron.
I had transformed my room from its usual chaotic state. Its funny how the possibility of sex can incentivise some serious cleaning. I had brand new soft purple bedding and extra soft down pillows. I had replaced the light bulbs in my lamps and I had finally tidied my desk. I had swept, organised and even scrubbed the layers of dust off my baseboards. My room actually looked like an inviting, warm sexy place.
I had been seeing Aaron for about a month and we hadn't ever done more than make out. I had on a cute olive-green summer dress that made my waist look tiny and gave me amazing cleavage. It was time to take a leap forward in our relationship and I was going to do my best to make it happen tonight.
Aaron made his way around my room, checking out the books on my shelf and pictures on my wall.
"I see you read a lot," he said.
"Yeah."
"That's very interesting." He smiled. "I mean, I don't make a habit of reading novels, but I love a good book every now and then."
"Being in the publishing business, you read a lot of books."
"Yeah. I'd imagine that would be the case," he said as he settled on my bed. He sunk into my comforter. "Whoa!" he laughed. He hoisted himself to the centre of my queen-sized bed and spread out. "This is like a hotel bed. You must take sleeping or, other things, very seriously." He smiled broadly as he made himself comfortable.
Leaning his head back into his hands, he gave me an amazing view of his arms. His biceps bulged in his t-shirt. His shirt lifted ever so slightly to reveal his cut lower abs. I felt myself staring at him like a starved woman. I began to blush, looking away.
"I like having nice things. I like keeping my space comfortable," I mumbled.
I carefully worked my away around my room to the edge of my bed and sat down. I had never felt so awkward in my own room. The very thing I had been fantasising about was sitting right in front of me and I had no idea how to go about getting it. For the first time in a long time there was a guy, who I found attractive and who found me attractive, lying in my bed. His sandy blond hair spread softly on my sheets. His mischievous blue eyes flashed up at me. Seeing him on my bed was quickly pushing me over the edge.
"Come here," he whispered.
I was all too willing to oblige. I crawled over to him on my bed and straddled him. My lovely green summer dress began to ride up my thighs. The deep plunging neckline made my breasts look positively mouthwatering. He brought his hands to my face and pulled me in for a kiss. He kissed me sweetly, gently, and softly. I began to grind my hips against his. He broke our kiss and flipped me over to my back and climbed on top of me.
His hands stroked my face as his hips gradually joined mine. My body was screaming for attention. My breasts wanted to be grabbed. My hips wanted to be slammed. My mouth wanted to be violated. But, all I got was a delicate teasing. He was driving me crazy. I needed more.
I sucked his tongue into my mouth, imitating what I was craving to do to his dick. He moaned with pleasure and I felt his hardening length pressing against my thigh. He began to run his fingers through my hair. I delicately put my hands on his chest and began to unbutton his shirt. I fumbled a few times but I finally got every button undone, pushing his shirt up over his shoulders.
He whipped it off the rest of the way while I ran my hands over his chest and abs. He was in much better shape than he let on. His shoulders were broad and freckled. His abs were tight and knitted into a deep V, which began at his hips that ran down to his growing hard-on.
He, finally, brought his hands to my chest. His hips became more insistent. The friction of his jeans began to press my dress up to my waist. I rolled my lace covered centre against his jeans to release the stress. Soon enough I was moaning loudly. I needed him inside me.
He delicately pulled the straps of my dress down my shoulders and gathered the top half of my dress to meet the bottom half gathered at my waist. He looked down at my breasts and he grabbed one in each of his hands.
"You are so beautiful," Aaron whispered, slowly rolling my nipples between his fingers.
My hips began to writhe. It felt so good. I wanted his mouth to join his fingers, but instead, his mouth was on my neck, his tongue working down between my breasts and then my belly button. I desperately reached for his belt, quickly undid it and whipped it off in one swift, almost comic, motion. I unzipped his pants and began to push his jeans down with my feet. He pulled his jeans off. I pulled my dress off. He hooked his fingers into the edges of my thong and paused.
"Are you sure Vivian?" he asked, "I promise, I won't mind if you say no." I nodded emphatically.
"Yes! Please. Yes," I whispered. He pulled my knickers down and then pulled off his briefs. His dick was hard and wet. The head was big, tight and red and, for the first time, I really understood wanting to lick him like a lolly pop. I felt my mouth water. But, before I could grab it, he shoved my shoulders down against the bed and spread my legs with his. Frantically, he began to push his length into me.
I wanted to have sex, but I need a bit more warming up than that. I started to say something, but before I knew it, he drove into me. Just having him within me felt so good I didn't really care that I wasn't as wet as I wanted to be. It had been way too long.
"Yes," he hissed and began pumping in and out of me. I looked at his face, his eyes were screwed shut in concentration. His hands were holding my hips. His abs were tensing with every thrust. His forehead was beading sweat.
I wanted to be at the same level he was.
So I began to work my hips against his, but the moment I moved, he held my hips back into 'place'. Frustrated, I resulted to contracting around his shaft from within, trying to pull him further into me while imagining he was going deeper than he was. He gasped the first time my walls clenched around him. And I smiled. He thrust harder. Yes. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed again, making my walls even tighter.
"Shit!" he moaned and thrust even harder. I was getting close. I began squeeze him in rhythm. "Oh my God! Vivian, I'm–" he moaned, then pulled out and came in short spurts on my stomach.
I could've slapped him. I was so close. I could feel my orgasm creeping in through my toes. He quickly grabbed his boxers, wiped my stomach down and curled himself around me as the big spoon.
"That was so good baby," he said softly into my ear.
"Aaron," I whispered, "I, umm, I..." I trailed off.
"What babe?" he mumbled.
"I didn't come," I finished. Aaron was silent. Maybe I was going about this wrong, but I was too horny to suppress my dissatisfaction. "I usually wouldn't say anything, but...it's been a long time," I rambled. He quickly snaked his hand between my legs and began to roughly massage my clit.
"S'that what you want babe?" he whispered against my ear. I moaned from the initial contact, but, as he went on, he wasn't quite doing it for me.
Right before I said something, he used his other hand to begin to finger me. I was getting closer. But, he kept missing my spot, sloppily thrusting his fingers into me, randomly hitting a spot that felt great and a spot that felt painful.
Fuck. I began to grind my hips, trying to redirect his fingers. Between his rough treatment of my clit and haphazard fingering, I somehow managed to make the experience enjoyable. However, I was still resting on the edge of my orgasm. I needed something to push me over. I began to let my mind wander. After blazing through my typical masturbatory fodder, Harry floated into my brain.
I tried to push him away, but the image of him fucking Natasha was emblazoned in my mind. I imagined his taut muscled back flexing with every thrust. His arse tensing as he shoved his cock into me. My body shuddering as he tore me apart. I slowly felt myself begin to slip over the edge. I whimpered and moaned as I finally coaxed myself to orgasm.
It wasn't very powerful, neither very satisfying, but it was enough. Aaron looked at me and smiled.
"Happy now?" he teased. He quickly kissed my neck and shoulders, before sliding out of my bed. "Is this your bathroom?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered. He went inside. I heard the shower begin to run. I stayed in bed, feeling strange. I felt even more frustrated after sex than I did before. But, I reminded myself that the first time with a new partner isn't always perfect.
Suddenly, I smelt something burning. My robe around my frame, I opened my door and knew at once that it was coming from the kitchen. I didn't remember leaving anything on in the kitchen. I ran out to see what it was, rounding the corner to the kitchen only to find a drunk or high, perhaps both, Harry stood in front of the stove in his grey boxer briefs trying to make pancakes.
"Bloody butter," he mumbled.
"Harry, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at Tasha's?" I asked.
He turned around, looked at me and smiled.
"Vivian!" he yelled, "I'm makin' pancakes because it is the food of the Gods," he stated, very matter-of-factly, "I left Tash at her place, because she didn't want to have a threesome with the hot grad student I met at the party. She was too short for Tasha," he complained, "Seriously, what is the point of fucking a bi girl, if you can't have threesomes? Leicester girl was so hot," he trailed off, "Anyways, hot Leicester girl abandoned me for some Oxford student fucker who had an Range Rover. So, here I am!"
Apparently, Harry had already had quite a night.
"Harry, maybe you shouldn't be using the stove in your condition," I responded.
He looked stupidly adorable just standing there, smiling and holding a smoking pan in his hand.
"Give me that before you burn down the building." He handed me the pan and moved out of the way. "Now, how much pancakes do you want?" I asked.
"Three please," he responded as he sat, patiently, on one of the barstools. He looked up at me like a pleased child. He must have been high out of his mind. I hated to admit it, but he looked cute. And the fact that I could see his rather impressive bulge in his grey briefs wasn't too bad either.
"You know what Vivian?" he started.
"What?" I responded.
"I want to shay shorry!" he slurred.
"Shorry? Are you high? Or drunk? Or both?"
"...Both...maybe..." he confessed. He continued, this time being overly articulate, "But still...I'm sorry! I don't like being mad at you Viv. I don't. We have to be friends. Are we still friends? Please?"
"Yes. Yes, we are," I responded as I finished making the first two pancakes.
"Are you sure? You aren't lying just to get me to leave you alone?"
"I promise, it's the truth," I gave him a small smile as I served him the two. He cut into it and placed it into his mouth before I could even put the plate down.
"This is bloody amazing!" he cried, "This is like mum-level pancakes, Viv."
"Thanks."
"Seriously, this is bloody perfect," he managed to get out between bites. He continued, "Also, you were right...about Aaron, that is. Aaron...Aaron is a good guy. And I hope that when you guys finally fuck it's going to be magical and you'll both have unicorn babies," he said with a soft giggle.
I laughed and handed him his last pancake.
"Thanks, Harry," I couldn't keep down the giggles, "but unicorn babies? Seriously?"
"He is like the perfect guy and you are like the perfect girl," he responded as he devoured the last pancake. "So... unicorns," he said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"I've missed hanging out with you Harry," I confessed.
"Same here Viv, same here," he smiled. Things between us seemed really sweet and positive for the first time in weeks.
"You know what," I started, "Aaron and I are going to his Sandbanks house this weekend. I can invite two people to stay in the house with us. If you and Tasha have made up by then, you two should come. You guys can be my plus two."
"Seriously?" Harry asked.
"Seriously, it's gonna be hot as balls in the city this weekend. Come," I smiled. Harry smiled back.
"Sure. Sure," he nodded, "it's a date."