March 29, 2014
*Warning: slightly sexual content.
Nathaniel quickly rushed into the washroom, taking off his clothes in the process. Breathing heavily, all he could think about was how Reagan teased him. Whether intentionally or not, he didn't care. The outcome was still the same.
His dick throbbed in his black slacks, making it increasingly uncomfortable for him to still be in them. He turned the knob, watching the shower head rain down cold water.
All traces of clothing, gone. He stepped in hurriedly, closing his eyes, remembering what happened earlier.
Reagan knocked on the door, and waited patiently for Nathaniel to give the 'okay'. He did almost immediately, opening up the big mahogany doors, welcoming her inside.
He walked up to his desk, picking up a manila folder with papers spewing out of the corners. A few fell out, Nathaniel mumbled some incoherent profanities under his breath, making Reagan laugh at his clumsiness. She bent down along with him, helping him pick up as much files as they could.
They were too close, bumping each other on the head. Both their hands flew up to their foreheads by instinct, covering the invisible wound. Reagan looked up, her lips accidentally brushing up against his; barely touching. Almost a ghost of a kiss, so to speak.
Nathaniel's face flushed a vibrant tinge of pink from the incident that just occurred. Reagan inched away slowly, brushing back her wild curls from her face, "I'm so sorry," her voice barely above a whisper. She picked up the rest of the fallen papers, putting them on the shiny charcoal black desk.
He groaned at the memory, bringing his hand down to his hardened member, slowly pumping up and down. His eyes closed shut, images of the more teasing Reagan did to him came flooding back.
Reagan cleared her throat, standing up to dust away the invisible specks of dirt on her work attire. It was then when Nathaniel noticed the kind of outfit she was wearing. He tried-but failed miserably-to inconspicuously ogle her.
Reagan, thankfully, didn't bring attention to the matter, "so, what about the papers?" she asked, walking closer to him with each word uttered.
He stared, like a fool, at her breast, they bounced freely in her navy blue maxi dress. Oh, how he'd love to squeeze those luscious lady lumps of hers. Take them in his mou- {AN: My hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps}
At that time, Reagan's back was facing him, practically molded on his chest. She attempted to turn around, though, all that did was rub her precious backside against his "N.J." as he'd like to call it.
Nathaniel's breaths became rigged, more spaced out as the time went on. He pumped faster, moaning out Reagan's name in pure bliss at his release.
Just what he needed, he thought, washing himself clean of his sticky remains. Turning off the water, he stepped out, wrapping his lower half up in a burgundy towel.
He needed to control himself.
This was not healthy, and definitely not normal. She probably had a boyfriend, or, he gulped, thinking of the worse possible situation.
Reagan liked women.
He sighed, rubbing his temple gently, feeling more images of Reagan coming on. Nathaniel turned back around, another cold shower would do the trick.
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"Come on, you promised," Alana whined like a three year old. Reagan huffed, irritated at her supposedly grown best friend. She hurried down the steps with a shoe in hand and the other already on her foot.
"Don't rush me," she glared at Alana, putting on the second pair of her cream flats. Reagan wasn't a high heel kind of woman, she preferred to not feel like she was levitating in thin air. She owned heels, but never wore them. Loving the design or how they looked, she bought them without a second thought.
Besides, when she did wear them, she resembled Bambi when he took his first steps.
Maybe worse.
When Reagan's and Nathaniel's supposed "kiss" happened, Alana was the first to know. Now, they were on their way to the mall to take her mind off of it.
Because, only God knows she really needed to take her mind off that stupid-gorgeous-man that's been evading her thought all day.
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Wet Seal, Forever 21, Victoria's Secret, H&M. Anywhere they could go to find anything at least the slightest bit appealing to the male population.
A population of one, that is.
That same one that just so happens to be standing in the Taco Bell line at the food court.
Reagan froze, almost dropping her shopping bags to the ground. Alana stopped as well, noticing her best friend grew still at her side, she turned around. "Reagan, come on, why did you stop?" she asked, growing worried.
All Reagan could do was stutter like a fool, earning concerned stares from bystanders. She pointed directly behind Alana's shoulders, though, all they could see was a thick head of dark brown hair.
Nathaniel, unaware of the two ladies behind him, simply asked for the number four, awaiting patiently for his food.
Alana, having forgotten what an inside voice is, squealed like a child."That's him?" she asked, knowing full well what her answer would be. All Reagan did was nod vigorously, finally managing to close her gaping mouth.
Slowly, she picked up the fallen bags with the help of her friend. "Let's," her voice came out wobbly, clearing her throat, she continued, "keep shopping. I've been meaning to get some new trainers lately".
"No, I'm starving," Alana declared, pulling-dragging-Reagan over to the food court.
Coincidentally, they ended up in the same line as Nathaniel. When, though, they were both craving Chinese, Alana thought a little run-in was in order.
Nathaniel came to the mall with his three best buds and younger brother after three ridiculously cold showers. They thought he could use a little break from this secretary he apparently couldn't keep his mind off of for quite a while.
All tuckered out, they decided to eat, then go home and call it a day. He heard whispers behind him, one of the feminine voices seemed oddly familiar to him. But, it was too low to where he could pin point who it belonged to.
Through the whole whisper session that went on behind his back, he heard a few words. Things like "he's cute," or the occasional names that were thrown into the mixture.
Apparently, someone named Alana thought that he had a nice arse. Her words exactly.
He couldn't help but smile at the attention he was getting from the two ladies. Getting his food, Nathaniel turned around, shocked to find Reagan staring right up at him. Her chocolate brown eyes, so dark and mesmerizing.
Clearing his throat, Nathaniel moved closer, "nice running in to you, Reagan".
How he said her name sent shivers coursing through her spine. His voice, she could never get tired of hearing it, so deep and masculine.
She smiled, "well, my friend and I just wanted to go shopping for a few things," lifting up her shopping bags to show him. Reagan wasn't hungry anymore, dragging her friend away with her. "It was nice seeing you outside of work, Mr Adams," she rushed.
Nathaniel noticed, he wanted her to stay just a little bit longer. He caught sight of an angry face in front of him, that was when he noticed he was holding up the line. Feeling his face heat up, he murmured a quick sorry, and stepped out the line with his food.
"Um, how about you two join my friends and I for a quick lunch," he asked, trying hard not to sound desperate with his request. Alana nudged her friend, silently telling her to take him up on his offer.
Reagan sighed,"I couldn't resist," she put a smile on her face, walking in his direction. "Lead us the way," she exclaimed enthusiastically.
Nathaniel chuckled at her, thinking she was just absolutely adorable.
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Nathaniel's friends had forced him out the house that day when they had caught him jacking off to someone named Reagan. As embarrassed as he was, he had no choice but to go with them. They said leaving for a couple hours would help him get his mind off of her.
He scoffed.
If anything, it had the opposite effect.
Turning around, he took a quick glimpse at what kind of clothes Reagan wore; black shorts, white v-neck, and some black Toms. Her legs were so long, endless if you will.
He groaned, feeling his dick twitch in his trousers, suddenly regretting the decision to wear pants so tight. Well, no matter what he wore on his lower half, it would still be very evident considering that third leg of his down there.
Shortly after, the table with his friends came into view. Sighing in relief, he dropped the taco box on the table, drawing all the guys attention.
"Guys, I ran into a couple people, and I was wondering if they could join us," he asked. Slowly, the boys' attention went from the food, to the girls behind Nathaniel.
One of Nathaniel's friends, Wren, were first to speak, "and who might you beautiful ladies be," he asked. Wren was the womanizer of the group.
The three others were Andrew, Kingsley, and Cameron. Andrew was Nathaniel's younger brother, the laid back, easy going one of the group. Kingsley and Cameron, well, let's just say clothes are for closets.
"I'm Reagan, and this is my best friend, Alana," Reagan introduced, pulling up a chair. Alana followed her lead, sitting down beside her friend.
As soon as she said her name, each of Nathaniel's friends, one by one, turned to face him with a knowing look. He blushed, sitting beside Reagan, scooting up his chair as close as he could.
The whole time, question after question was shot at both of the girls. Whenever Wren asked a question, it was directed toward Alana. He was, to put lightly, infactuated with her. His glib persona slowly crumbling as time ticked away.
Before they knew it, it was closing time. And, they spent it chatting about the most ridiculous things. Well, ridiculous if you saw it through Reagan and Nathaniel's eyes. But, that was when they paid attention to anything other than their adjoined hands that rested lazily on Reagan's bare thigh under the table.
Nathaniel made the first move, "accidentally" dropping his hand on her thigh, when Reagan noticed, she brought hers upon his. Stunned at her action, he opened his mouth to apologize, but she cut him off with a knee-buckling smile. Her dimples forming a deep hole at each side of her rosy cheeks.
She mouthed, "i like it there".
Though, she wasn't sure if that action would have a future consequence. Reagan had a habit of that, talking before she thought about it. That habit often got her in deep pools of trouble, especially in grade school where she'd "talk back" to her teachers.
"That's how a conversation works," she'd reply smartly.
Alana and Reagan, their bags in hand, began walking out the food court with the men behind them.
When the girls reached their car, Nathaniel brought his hand down to Reagan's, smiling at her when she looked up.
"Just give me a minute," she told her friend, Alana, who was currently busy with Wren. She merely nodded at Reagan, directing her attention back to Wren.
Putting her bags in the car, Reagan walked quietly with Nathaniel 'til they were out of ear shot.
Nathaniel's palms were sweaty, he constantly had to rub them on his trousers. Taking a quick intake of breath, he turned around, leaning down to Reagan's 5'8 height.
His lips brushed lightly against hers, giving him some-what of a déjà vu moment. Reagan's doe-like eyes widened at his action, his cool minty breath fanning her face.
Unable to speak, she got on her tip toes, closing the little gap that separated them. Their lips collided blissfully, Nathaniel, sliding his tongue in her sweet as sugar mouth. She moaned at the feel, bringing her hands to his neck, wrapping her arms around it securely.
Her sweet juicy lips on his, a dream he never thought he'd be lucky enough to have. Reagan's hands tugged on his thick, dark locks.
All of a sudden, he was smacked on his head. Hard.
It was then that he snapped out of his stupor. "Dude, can we leave now? You've been staring into space for, like, ten minutes," Kingsley asked, agitated at his friend.
His clothes disheveled, along with a pair of swollen lips and messy hair, looking as if someone raked their fingers through it multiple times. His appearance almost identical to Cameron's, though, cameron's was way worse. He was still struggling-to no avail-to hide his obvious erection.
"What?" Nathaniel asked, shaking his head, as if to rid himself from the illusion that he was stuck in.
He could have sworn it was real.
It felt real.
But, the cold, hard reality of it all is that it was only just a dream. He groaned internally at his stupidity. A girl like Reagan couldn't possibly want him, he was gum on the back of someone's shoe compared to her.
She was the definition of perfection.
And, he, was nothing.