by Claire Adams
The way she was speaking with so much confidence, and well, command, made me momentarily forget about my sexual desires and look at her in complete awe. I had never gotten used to this aspect of being with Aria. She liked to take charge. I had never been one to take orders from anybody, let alone a 20-year-old girl. But when she got that spark in her eyes and decided how things were simply going to go her way, no questions asked, I was at once exasperated and convinced that there was no woman better suited for me in the whole world.
I perused her bullet points, which seemed to me to be solid. Instead of interrupting her passionate instructions, I chose to smile and nod along. It seemed to be an appropriate response, considering she looked pleased.
“Now, on to where your reward lies in all of this,” she said, putting a hand on her right hip and pointing another towards my general direction. “Here is the deal. Every bullet point leads you one step further to getting to have you-know-what with me.” She grinned, looking mightily pleased with herself. “This is how it will go. For the first bullet point perfected, I take off the rest of my clothes for your ogling pleasures.”
“I’m not sure that will help my, uh, situation.” I pointed towards my crotch. “Hurt it, rather, and make it harder for me to concentrate on your bullet point.”
“Not if you want to finish the whole game. You have to force yourself to concentrate, or you lose. For the second bullet point, I’ll sit on top of the table and let you watch me make myself cum.”
Just hearing her say those words made my dick go out of control. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to actually experience it. “You’re making this so hard.”
“Pun intended?” She grinned. “Hard, yes, but fun?”
I sighed loudly. “Yes. Fun. In an extremely torturous kind of way. Go on.”
“Third bullet point and you will receive the best blow job of your life. Plus, you can come all over my face.”
“If you keep talking like that,” I said, desire now driving me to the point of insanity, “then I’ll have to forget all about your homework and take you right now.”
“That’s the idea, for you to want to do that!” she exclaimed charmingly. “That’s the challenge. If you can come up with great ideas under this kind of pressure – and I’m sure you can – then you will be rewarded. Because at the fourth bullet point, you can, ahem, recharge yourself, by going down on me.”
“That’s what I have wanted to do since I saw you in this living room. I can’t wait to taste you…”
Unconsciously, I was lightly rubbing my shaft, my brain unable to register much that was going on around me. She was right, controlling this was going to make it fun. I had to find a way to snap out of it long enough for my brain to work, one great idea at a time.
“You know what happens at the final bullet point. You can…how do you say it…oh yeah…fuck my brains out. Long and hard. But only if you make it through all five bullet points.”
“What about your case studies and examples?” I asked, trying to conceal the effect she had on me by mentioning me fucking her brains out. If she was set on playing this game, I had to be set on winning. After all that I had accomplished in my life, keeping my cool for another hour or so and generating some good ideas while my whole body refused my brain’s attempt to function should not be that hard.
“Once we have taken care of the framework, which is kind of the hardest part.” She made a dismissive hand wave. “Filling in the research will be a piece of cake and we have all night to do that. You will definitely deserve a reward for coming up with ideas under such pressure. That’s your answer to what is in it for you.” She grinned, leaving me more excited and sexually frustrated than I could remember being in the longest time, or ever.
The very first bullet point wasn’t that difficult to perfect. Sure, my brain was still fuzzy from looking at her exposed skin, particularly her breasts that seemed slightly too big for her lacy bra. But as long as I didn’t look at her, my brain worked. After the underwear came off, though, things started getting more and more difficult. Her pussy seemed to have been recently waxed clean, so that I could very easily see it wet and her nipples harden. While on one hand it was oddly satisfying to know that she was suffering as much as I was, on the other hand, her body’s physical reactions, particularly her wet pussy, made it impossible for me to not think about sliding in through what was surely going to be a very smooth ride.
The hardest part – literally and otherwise – came after the second bullet point had been perfected. As promised, Aria sat on top on my glass table and spread her legs wide to put on a show. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, which was a good thing, but I couldn’t do anything about it for three more bullet points.
“You’re allowed to touch yourself too,” she said, while massaging the insides of her thighs. “You can touch yourself as you watch; however, you just can’t make yourself come. Only because that’s my mouth’s job to do soon, and that will force you to come up with a good third point at a faster pace.”
She cupped her entire pussy with her palm, rubbing it in circular motions, and threw her head all the way back. She gasped lightly. Thoroughly glad to be granted permission to enjoy the show better, I let my own pants drop to the floor and began rubbing my shaft, watching her. Her middle finger was rubbing up and down her clitoris, as her other hand was spreading her pussy open as wide as it went. I rubbed myself faster and faster, as she was close to making herself come, but then stopped a couple of times for the fear of exploding. I would much rather that happen inside her tiny little mouth and all over her face. Then I would make her lick it, I thought, and moaned.
Aria started massaging her breast with one of her hands and then slowly stuck her middle finger inside her pussy, letting out an audible gasp. Perhaps afraid of ending the show prematurely, she removed her finger and licked it seductively, causing me to almost come once again, so I had to stop the rubbing entirely. Instead, I satisfied myself with thinking that the hardest part was soon going to be over, and watched her fuck herself with her fingers until she came so hard she screamed.
“That was…quite a show,” I said, my dick pointing straight at her, rock hard.
“It felt as good as it looked,” she said after a few minutes, and then eyed my dick. “We will take care of that shortly. One more idea, Zayden.”
It took me everything I had to look away from her and into the notebook. After a few difficult attempts, my brain finally worked, and with great hardships, we finally had a suitable third bullet point.
“I am going to fuck your mouth so hard,” I said longingly as she approached me and kneeled across from me. “You better brace yourself.”
As soon as she took me in her mouth, however, I was completely unable to speak. Or think. Or function in any way other than pulling her head harder and harder onto me and thrusting myself as deep into her throat as I could. It couldn’t have been longer than a few minutes when I exploded all over her face. She swallowed whatever was in her mouth immediately, without my asking.
“Lick whatever you can off your face,” I said triumphantly, when I was able to speak again, feeling relieved and ecstatic. She did as I said, and just watching her was enough to get me excited again right away.
The fourth bullet point, however, was much easier to tackle now that I had been satisfied. When it was over, I was delighted to have the opportunity to finally taste her sweet, wet pussy. Taking my time to torture her just as she had been torturing me all evening, I started from her inner thighs and spent an unreasonable amount of time licking them, while pinching her nipples with my hands. The effect was just as I had desired. She was so drenched that her drips were beginning to run down her thighs and into my mouth. She tasted sweet and perfect, and it started getting difficult to not devour her, so I jumped face-first into her pussy and sucked on it as hard as I could. I licked her clit and fucked her with my tongue. She came even faster than I had, if that was even possible. She quivered and moaned my name.
Now that we had both been immensely pleased, the final bullet point took a mere few minutes to perfect, and I was more than glad to feel the insides of her pussy once again. I threw her onto the sofa, her back facing me, then grabbed her breasts with my hands before entering her with fierce strength. She felt better than I remembered, and I couldn’t help but move so fast that I was automatically sliding in and out of her pussy.
By the time it was over, both of our bodies temporarily stopped functioning.
Chapter Eight
Aria
Today was the day! Zayden Sinclair was finally coming to my tiny little apartment to hang out with me and my roommates. The thought induced some panic of severe magnitude each time it crossed me. What if he hated it? What if he got super claustrophobic? My entire apartment, after all, was the size of his living room. Surely it would bother him more this time around, because when he was here last time he had just hovered around terrorizing Nick. To spend an entire evening here was a different matter altogether.
As though this wasn’t enough of a source of crippling stress, this afternoon I was supposed to accompany Nick to purchase an engagement ring for Stacey. The afternoon after Zayden and I had excitingly finished my paper, I had found Nick lurking around the living room all alone, trying to hide a jewelry magazine underneath some book. He had jumped a little too comically when he’d seen me gazing, and it had taken less than two seconds for him to blurt. (there seems to be a sentence missing here?)
This afternoon, Stacey was going to be off buying baking products to bake some of her popular goodies for dinner with Zayden tonight. I had intentionally piled a long grocery list on her – including things she would have to drive far away to get – and begged that she retrieve those things for me while I prepared the apartment for Zayden.
It was surprising that she bought it, however, considering there was hardly much to “set up,” and I had stayed up all of last night cleaning up. Luckily, Stacey didn’t ask many questions and was off mid-afternoon. As soon as she was gone, Nick knocked on my door. He looked like he was ready to throw up.
“Hey, hey, hey,” I said sympathetically. “You need to calm down a little there, Nicholas. If you freak out so much while buying the ring, how do you suppose you’re going to handle proposing?”
He quietly sat on the edge of my bed, looking deeply sickened. “I haven’t quite thought that far yet. One step at a time. It’s the ring first. Just the ring.”
“Nick.” I looked at him incredulously, and even as Stacey’s best friend, I should have been nothing short of a complete cheerleader when it came to this looming engagement, as I was also Nick’s friend, so I had to ask, “You’re sure you want to do this, right?”
His eyes widened as though understanding exactly what I was thinking. “It’s not... I’m not being forced into this proposal or anything! Stacey has absolutely no idea. It’s just that the other day – you were around for this –when I mentioned us being married in the future, her reaction really took me by surprise. She looked shocked at first, as though this simply hadn’t occurred to her, which was not a good sign. After you left she started tearing up and seemed so happy...”
“And that gave away that she was ready, so you decide to propose right away?” I asked, starting to somewhat tear up.
“Yeah, pretty much. I’ve been ready for years now. Honestly, a couple of months into us dating I knew where we were going, that we would obviously get married someday.”
“So did I,” I said and nodded thinking back to those days. “And everyone else knew, really. You and Stacey were a match made in heaven, Nick. It’s incredible that you found each other. I can’t imagine a world where you hadn’t…”
“That’s really sweet, Aria,” Nick said, looking like he was about to tear up, too. It made me a little uncomfortable, because Nick wasn’t exactly an expert at showing his feelings. “It gives me quite a boost. I am so glad we have you in our life.”
I took his words as my cue to tell him something that I had been considering over in my mind since I had first run into him with the magazine and found out what his plans were.
“And I am really glad that I have two of the most amazing people in the world as my best friends,” I said sweetly. “Who are now going to be married, which is an incredibly wonderful thought. I can safely assume I’ll be the maid of honor at this wedding, since Stacey already promised me that when we were like 15. That’s a role I am looking forward to fulfill in your lives. There is one role that I can no longer play, Nick, because you guys are about to start an epic life ahead and you need your privacy. Don’t even try to deny that! After the proposal, I am going to move out.”
Nick looked disappointed but nodded. “Stacey is not going to be happy about it. Neither am I.”
“I’m not happy about moving out, Nick!” I exclaimed, hoping he didn’t think it was because of anything they did. “I love living with you guys! You’re my second family. And my God, these past few years have been some of the best of my entire life. You guys are growing up now though, and I have to do the same. I can’t be living with a couple that’s about to be married.”
“If there is anything I or Stacey can do for you – in terms of finding a place or beating someone up or anything – you just have to say the word.”
“I know that. I always knew that, don’t be silly, Nick. Nothing has changed. I do need your help telling Stacey about this after the proposal, though. I’ll need someone to grab the pillow she will most definitely throw at me,” she joked.
He bowed as to say, ‘At your service.’
“Of course that’s not for a while, and I have this freaking party with Zayden tonight to worry about, too,” I said, suddenly remembering. “When do you plan on doing it anyway?” Then I eyed him suspiciously and added, “And how do you have so much money for a fancy ring?”
“I want to do it next week on her birthday. And my grandma gave me the money. She was quite the anarchist back in the day, so her and my grandpa decided to get married without spending a dime – something about love not needing a show – so there was no ring. Now that she’s older, she thinks there should have been one so she could pass it on to my bride. Since she can’t, she’s been insisting on buying it for me.”
“That is so adorable,” I said and smiled. “Okay, let’s get going, Nick. We don’t know when Stacey will be back and we need to spend as much time as we can to find the perfect ring. Both Stacey and your grandma deserve that.”
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By the time Nick and I were back with a beautiful, princess cut diamond ring that she would definitely adore, Stacey was already home and in her baking gear.
“Where did you two go?” She raised her eyebrows. “I thought you were supposed to be setting up the place, Aria.”
“I was! I was scrubbing the floor. Look how much cleaner it is now,” I said, pointing at the floor, which hadn’t been touched, but she would probably believe me because, who can really tell the difference? “I got super exhausted from doing that so Nick and I went for a walk…to get some ice cream.” I must have sounded obvious to anyone in the world, but Stacey shrugged, oblivious, focusing on the batter she was beating with surprising intensity. “When are you going to start the chicken? I only ask cause the stove is going to be very hot for the next two hours because of the oven beneath, and I don’t think you cooking over that heat is the best idea.”
She looked at her watch. “We still have about three and half hours before your boyfriend is supposed to get here.” She paused and gave me a very amused half-smile. “You’re grinning really hard, Aria.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said, feeling the sides of my mouth stretched. “I didn’t realize I was doing that. It’s just that…you called him my boyfriend.”
Stacey made an “aww” face and said, “If I wasn’t completely covered in cookie batter I would give you the biggest hug right now. But more importantly, let’s make the best of our time here. Why don’t you go get ready – it’s bound t
o take over an hour since your man is coming – while the oven is on and then you can make the chicken? I’ll cook everything else. I already have the rice cooker running. I would do the chicken too, but he has yet to try your cooking and your chicken and sausage curry really is to die for!”
“No, I want to make it!” I said, thinking of how he had grilled everything on the night that I had been to his house. “But not after I get ready. I hardly want to smell like chicken and curry.” I giggled.
“Okay then, if you wait for the oven to be done you’ll only have about a half hour to get ready, so if you can manage—”
“Of course,” I cut her off, grinning once more. “My boyfriend is coming. Part of the charm of that particular terminology is that I get to spend less time getting all dolled up. He has seen me right out of bed and right out of a shower so he knows what I really look like.”
“Shower?” Stacey looked at me with her eyes wide open. “You guys have already managed to hit the shower?”
Nick, who had been sitting on the couch and too busy munching on chips so far to speak, chose this moment to quietly exit the living room.
Stacey and I both giggled for a second because of Nick’s reaction. “I thought I told you. So much has happened these last few days. The shower was fun…but Zayden will be here soon, so we better get all set up. Thanks so much for agreeing to hang out with us tonight.”