The Good Girl

by Jessica White

  I pick her up once again and move her to the bed, she pulls my penis out and just places her lips on it while caressing it with her tongue. I sensed she was experienced... The angle was perfect she was just curved right that I could start playing with her from behind. After a couple of minutes I take her and place her on her stomach, just one of my hands was big enough to hold both of hers, leaving me with one free hand.

  I gently take my penis and start caressing it against her clit and lips, I saw one of those smirks on her face... the ones that say "fuck you, but I love this" a couple seconds go by, and I gently started to go inside her, she was wet as the ocean itself which felt amazing. She starts dirty talking which really got me in the mood... She curved her body up in the air, which let me penetrate her in just the right angle, allowing me to directly access the g-spot.

  I'm looking down and its golden hour so I just see gold rays of sunshine hitting our bodies... Both of us are covered in sweat and our veins were just bulging... to be honest I could have just came from that image. What can I say she looked like a goddess... turning her on her back she was quick to put her nails in me which immediately released endorphins and a whole lot of dopamine. She knew what she was doing and when to do it.

  Unexpectedly she got on top of me locking her fingers into mine, she sat on my face not allowing me to breathe, whispering "revenge is a bitch right." Not going to lie losing control and being dominated for a quick minute made me go crazy it was like this girl knew me better than myself.

  She grabbed my penis and started riding the life out of me and I mean hardcore riding... The only thing I could do is suck on her breasts when she was close enough. While she was looking up towards the ceiling completely emerged in the moment, I took advantage and put her on her back again putting her legs on my shoulders.

  Going as deep as I could using my pelvic bone to stimulate her clit... She starts screaming don't stop which motivated me to thrust as if my life depended on it... Feeling her whole body twitch and her scream I'm going to come really hit the spot.... both of us came at the same time.... we knew there were no words to express what we were feeling, I just stood there and gazed at her beautiful green eyes and immersed myself into the moment.

  The Good Girl Across The Hall

  The first time I saw Krista, she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She was carrying a box up the last few steps to my floor. I knew someone was moving in across the hall that day, but I had no idea it was a cute blonde with legs that went on forever. She smiled at me before she shifted the box to open the door. I, an awkward fool, tried to smile and gave her a kind of wave before looking at the floor and hurrying down the stairs. I glanced up as I turned on the landing a few steps down just in time to watch her walk through the door. Her ass looked great in her dark grey yoga pants.

  By the time I reached the first floor, I was kicking myself for not saying, “Hello.” I didn’t have anywhere urgent to be right then. I kinda just wanted a taco, so I got up to get one. I could Have interacted with the tall blonde girl in 3C, but instead, I relegated myself to the role of the weird guy across the hall.

  My mind wandered back to her every so often as I got my early lunch. Her silvery blonde hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. The slight glow of her face, showing the work she’d been doing to carry all those boxes up the stairs—a little pink and sweaty. The smile that seemed confident at first, but after time to think, it was subdued and shy. She was just a woman, not even a woman out of reach. I just had to say “hi” and not be an idiot.

  Unfortunately for me, I didn’t see her again that day. So, I had time to second and third guess myself. I thought about knocking on her door and introducing myself, but I suddenly couldn’t remember if people still did that kind of thing and googling it would make me desperate, right? I’m almost thirty and, I have yet to master social queues. And I sure as hell didn’t want to come off as creepy. I gave up. I went to work that afternoon trying to put her from my mind, jerked off to her tight ass, and great legs when I got home late that night and fell asleep with some post-nut clarity that I was being ridiculous. It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult to meet your cute neighbor, and I was going to do it tomorrow.

  When she knocked on my door a little before eleven the next morning, I was more than slightly shocked. There she was. Dressed in an old Third Eye Blind T-shirt and denim shorts that showed off smooth fair legs and red converse shoes. I fell hard right there. There would be no saving me. Except she was holding two coffee mugs and looking at me like she needed something. I hadn’t heard a single word she just said. Goddammit.

  “I’m sorry, I am still waking up, and I didn’t catch any of that.” I felt sheepish and kinda shuffled back and forth a bit. She chuckled.

  “I’m sorry to bother you. I’m Krista; I moved in yesterday.” She sounds a little unsure with her northern accent, but she keeps going. “I can’t find my toolbox in all the chaos in my apartment, and I was hoping that if I bribed you with coffee, you would show me some southern hospitality lend me a screwdriver.” She is wearing glasses today. Her eyes sparkle behind them. I can’t quite tell if they are blue or green while she holds my gaze for a few extra seconds.

  “Umm... Yeah, come in, and I’ll grab it for you.” I step aside to let her pass, grateful that I had straightened up yesterday and done the dishes.

  “Oh, Thank God. I have been in this town all of two days and also have no idea where my phone charger is. It would have been a whole thing to find a hardware store and get home without ending up hopelessly lost. I think that makes you my hero.” She smiles at me as she passes. Her scent catches me off guard. A little fruity and flowery. There is something about it that I like, but I am not sure what it is right off the bat.

  “You said it was Krista, right?” The words feel clumsy coming out of my mouth. “I’m Jason. It's nice to meet you.” I follow her into my apartment and watch her look around. She sets the mugs down on the bar and faces me.

  “How do you like your coffee, Jason?” My name in her mouth isn’t helping anything.

  “A little milk and a sugar.” I have no idea what to do with my hands right now. My Pajama joggers don’t have any pockets, nor I don’t have anything to hold onto.

  “Hmmm, sweet and pale. I like it.” I laugh. She rewards me with a genuine smile. She is lovely when she smiles. “May I?” She nods her head towards the kitchen.

  “Of course. Make yourself at home.” I stride past her headed for the hall closet. I pull the toolbox out. I hear her behind me opening the fridge. “The sugar is in the pantry.” I set the box on the counter. Krista passes me a mug. There is a little too much sugar in it, but I am not going to tell her that. Krista walked around the bar and perched on one of the stools sipping her coffee. I sat with her trying not to watch her mouth. The lust was burning at full gas by now. “So, what’s the screwdriver for?”

  “I’ve got some furniture to put together. Feet for the couch, barstools, bedframe... Like I said, it’s chaos over there. I’m kind of dreading going back. I like order and organization. The mess is freaking me out a little.” It has taken me a moment to get used to her candor, but I am quickly learning to appreciate it.

  “Do you want some help?” She stops with her cup partially raised. I can’t really read her face at the moment. “I’m sorry, was that too forward? I only meant it might be easier with two people.” I stumble over the words a bit.

  “No, it’s fine. I was just thinking that If I did accept your help when you inevitably murder me, this would be the point in the True Crime story where the audience groans and yells at me to make better decisions.” The tone is casual and playful. Of course, she is joking.

  “To be fair, I already know where you live... and besides, I live across the hall, unless you have a boyfriend or a husband, I will be suspect number one. So, I have no reason to kill you unless I want to get caught.” Her laugh fills the space between us.

  “You’re right. But I don’t want to impose more than
I already have.” She fidgets with her mug, running her finger around the rim.

  “You haven’t imposed at all. You brought me coffee, and If I’m honest, made my morning. It’s not every day I get to play hero for someone so cute. Not that Mrs. Wilkins downstairs isn’t still spry in her old age...” I smile at her. “It’s my day off. I’d like to help; if you need it, that is.”

  “Thank you, Jason. I would appreciate your help.” Krista levels her gaze at me and holds it again. I tip my mug back and drain it. I set it down on the bar top.

  “Let me change, and we can head over. I’ll be back.” As I walk away, I want to turn back and see if she Is watching me, but I hold back. It takes me a few minutes to decide on what to wear. I am a tad nervous still even though it has so far been easy to talk to her. I settle on shorts and a t-shirt that fits me well in a shade of green that a good friend once told me brought out my eyes. I run the comb through my hair and make sure my beard isn’t too wild. I’m presentable at the very least.

  When I come back out, Krista is perusing the shelves in the living room. She seems particularly interested in one.

  “You, Sir, have good taste in literature.” She looks over her shoulder at me before turning around. Her use of the word Sir stirs me. She unknowingly pushed one of my favorite buttons. I love the way she sounds when she says it. My mind conjures up an image of her saying it steeped in ecstasy; Yes, Sir... Mmmmm musical*.* “That color looks good on you.”

  “Thank you.” She looks at me for a couple extra beats but doesn’t say anything. “Shall we?”

  I have never had fun putting furniture together and hanging wall décor, but there is something about Krista’s engaging conversation and work effort that nearly doubled mine that kept me chatting. I was usually kind of an introvert. My social batteries wear down quickly sometimes, but she drew me out, made me laugh, and kept me near enthralled with her all afternoon. Everything from her excellent taste in music and lovely singing voice to her wildly entertaining storytelling made me want to let her know me.

  She sent me home to shower and relax and told me to come back at seven, that she wanted to thank me properly, but needed time to prep. I had no idea what to expect when I knocked on her door that evening, feeling goofy for cleaning up like I was headed out for a third date. Ya know, the one where I would usually try to make a move. She greeted me with a smile, a black dress, pearls, and red heels. She looked like a dream. I couldn’t wait to fall asleep. Krista made me the best home-cooked meal I had had in months, not since I visited my mom at Christmas.

  She poured me a glass of wine and cuddled up closer to me on the couch than she had been all afternoon. That’s when I realized that whatever scent she wore had a subtle note of strawberry in it. That’s why it had such an effect on me. Krista sat with her feet tucked under her, her body angled so that she was facing me. If she leaned forward at all, she would be touching me. I made her laugh, and her hand came to rest high on my chest.

  “I had a really good time today, Jason.” Her finger draws a figure eight on my chest. I watch her eyes flick down to my lips and back up.

  “So did I.” I set my glass down on the table and take hers from her as well. “I am not quite ready for that good time to end, and I don’t think you are either.” I turn a bit and put my hand on the curve of her hip. Krista shakes her head, biting her lip, just the tiniest bit. I pull gently with no force, it's an invitation that she takes with enthusiasm to climb onto my lap. She straddles my thighs and looks down at me with a burning behind her eyes. I put my hand in her hair and claim her plush lips.

  Every so often this afternoon, my mind would conjure up an image of what it might be like to fuck her, to make her my submissive little princess. I felt like she dropped hints all day, but that could have just been my overactive imagination. But now that I had her, I wasn’t going to squander the opportunity. I pull gently on her hair, forcing her head back while my lips travel down her neck. She squirms a little, grinding her panties into my groin. I groan deep in my throat like a growl. Her breath hitches. She squeezes me with her thighs.

  “Do you like that?” I whisper, kissing behind her ear and nipping at her soft pale skin.

  “Yes, Sir.” It's small. I am in love with the almost whiney quality in her voice. I pull on her hair a little more.

  “What was that?” My lips are barely touching her neck as I make my way down.

  “Yes, Sir.” I let go of her hair. And pull my lips away.

  “Are you a good girl, Krista?” She starts to nod. “No, no, Baby. Look at me and say it.”

  “Yes, Sir. I am a good girl. I am your good girl.” She runs her hands up my chest.

  “That’s right. You are mine. And you know what, Baby? My cock has been aching for you all day.” Her eyes are wide and innocent, even though she is clearly my slut tonight.

  “What can I do to make it better, Da—Sir? ” She slipped and almost said Daddy. I had asked my ex to call me Sir when we played rough. I have never been called Daddy before. I don’t think I will like it though.

  “Go ahead, baby. Try it out. See how it feels to call me Daddy.”

  “How can I make it better, Daddy?” I was right, I didn’t care for it. “No, That’s not right.”

  “That’s my good girl.” I wasn’t going to punish her for the conditioning that someone else had already given her. I would just have to break It slowly. I pull her into me and hold her in a series of passionate kisses. She gently teaches me how she likes to be kissed. Her style is playful, and balances give and take with need and a desire to please. Our hands explore each other. God, her curves are so fucking inviting. Her hips just beg me to hold them as they move with her rolling body. Her fingers open a few of the buttons on my shirt. Her warm skin touches mine. “Tell me what you want, baby. I need to know the rules if I am going to claim you tonight.”

  By now, I am fully erect. Krista looks down at me, raising and lowering her hips so her panties rub up and down the length of my cock. I watch her moan quietly. I hold the skirt of her dress back with my thumbs, hands firmly on her hips. The red panties are driving me wild. So vivid against her skin. There’s an urban myth about girls who wear black lace panties on a date wanting rough sex that night. But what does red lace mean?

  “I want to treat you like you are the only man in the world and fill your needs all night. I want to scream and moan and shake until you’ve had enough. I want to feel how strong you are, Jason. Claim my pussy well, and you can have it whenever you like.” I am in awe of her. I slide my hand up her throat and hold her while she continues to grind. Her panties are wet.

  “I need to feel you cum on my cock, to make a mess of that little pink pussy. I need to discover every inch of your skin. I need to give you a night you won’t soon forget.” Her fingernails dig into my chest. Much more of this treatment, and I will be downright desperate to get inside her. I have wanted her since the moment I saw her, but right now, I need her. She has done nothing but endear herself to me all day. Entice me unknowingly. Lead me to fantasize about things both innocent and indecent. It’s not her fault. She has no idea what those Midwest curves do to me.

  “Tighter.” The sound of her voice fills me. It vibrates against my hand, low and sweet. I put a little pressure on her throat. The next time she comes down, I use my free hand to hold her still. She whines a little.

  “Now, now, baby, don’t be greedy. I’m going to give you everything you want; you just have to be patient and do as I say. Do you understand?” She nods. “You know what I want.”

  “Yes, Sir. I understand.” I smile at her. She is mine now, if only for tonight.

  “And what should I call you? Is baby okay?” I release her throat. Touching her face as wriggle my fingers back into her silky hair.

  “it’s perfect.” Krista Leans into me. I wrap my arms around her and stand, carrying her back toward her bedroom. I plan to lay her down on sheets I helped put on and give her what she craves. If I learned anything about her t
oday, it is that she needs attention. Undivided diligent attention. What kind of man would I be if I denied her?

  She kisses my face and neck while I walk her down the hall. Her teeth nip at my skin. She clings to me. It feels so good to have her legs wrapped around me.

  “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I won’t let go.” As soon as I start to lay us down, we become a tangle of limbs. We roll around just getting used to the feel of each other. In the confusion, my shirt ends up on the floor. Her lips touch my flushed skin, kissing down my chest. Her breath shakes. My hands explore her thighs.

  “God, you smell good.” I grab one of her wrists and pin her hand up near her face. Her free hand grips my hair, tightening as my right hand pulls her panties aside and a single finger slips between her warm moist lips. Her hips rise to meet my finger. Clit swollen and sensitive. She squirms and wines with every touch. My eyes don’t leave her face. She doesn’t close her eyes to enjoy it. Even when her back arches a little, she watches me as well. It's intense and intimate.