“Some talent you’ve got there, lady,” he teased.
I laughed and sat up, rearranging myself so that I could lean my head on his shoulder while I caught my breath.
“Tell me something, Eden,” he said, smiling.
I nodded and smiled back.
“Why didn’t you let me kiss you just then?”
I had to think fast.
“Oh you know. Had Finley’s dick in my mouth last night. I didn’t think you’d want any part of that,” I replied with a grin.
“You can be so crass when you want to be,” he said putting a hand to his face and groaning.
I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
“Oh God,” he said, laughing.
We sat there for a moment and just looked at each other smiling. I could hear the breeze blowing outside and the birds chirping as they flew by and landed on nearby branches.
“I’d imagine you’ve brushed your teeth between now and then,” he finally said.
“I have.”
Simon looked down for a second and removed his glasses, setting them on the coffee table. When he looked at me again, I could tell he was going to try to kiss me again.
“So what did you do last night?” I asked casually, pulling my legs up underneath me. It was nervous habit that I had. I always figured if I could cave in on myself like that then I would be okay.
“I went to Eliza’s house,” he said softly.
I closed my eyes when he ran a hand down the side of my face.
“And how did that go?” I stammered.
“She wanted to have sex,” he replied, putting the other hand on my thigh, rubbing it slowly.
If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to jump on him.
“And?” I asked in a shuddery breath.
“It didn’t work,” he said, moving forward and grazing his lips against my neck.
“What didn’t work?” I asked, my eyelids fluttering.
“It. Eliza doesn’t do it for me,” he whispered.
Oh God...
“Simon ...”
“Yes, Eden?”
I brought my hands up and put them around his thick neck before I let my fingers find their way into his messy hair and grip it tightly.
“If we ... do this ... we can’t be friends anymore,” I warned as his lips grazed my neck again.
He reached up and took one of my hands and placed it on his pants. He was ready to burst out of them and from what I could feel, it was slightly larger than anyone I’ve had before.
“Look at me,” he said.
I opened my eyes and saw his were brimming with uncontrollable desire. I’m sure they were reflecting what mine were revealing to him.
“If you don’t want to be with me, I won’t ever be angry or resentful toward you. I genuinely like you, even though it’s only been a few days. You’re a lot of fun and you make me feel comfortable with being myself. I don’t have to change who I am around you to make an impression. I personally think you’re an amazing girl and I haven’t come across anyone who has been able to sexually stimulate me these past two years. And here we are,” he said glancing down at my hand.
TAKE.HIM.NOW.
“If that’s true,” I said, pushing away my thoughts, “then you wouldn’t mind waiting.”
Simon smiled softly, “Take as long as you need, Eden.”
I nodded and moved my hands away from his pants. Visions of “riding Simon off into the sunset” as Liora had put it where dancing in my head and my lady parts were screaming bloody murder at me for not going for it.
Simon stood up and adjusted his pants as he went into the bedroom and came back out with the sheets from the night before. I watched him disappear into the bathroom and I heard the hamper lid close. Then he went back into the bedroom. Curiously, I walked over to the door and watched him putting new sheets on the bed.
“So, are these a fashion accessory or do you really need them?” I asked, holding up his glasses.
“I can do minimal things like change sheets without my glasses,” he replied laughing. “With as much as I wish that they were a fashion accessory, I really do need them.”
I held them out to him and he put them back in place and blinked a few times.
I looked down and raised an eyebrow.
“You’re ... still hard?” I stammered.
“Feels like it,” he replied walking past me and back into the living room.
“How the hell is that possible?”
“I don’t know. It’s how I’ve always been, I guess. Once I get aroused, if I get aroused, it hangs out for a while. Even after,” he replied as he grabbed the TV remote and turned it on.
I looked down at myself.
Maybe ... just maybe.
“So what’s the longest you’ve ever had sex for then?” I asked joining him on the couch.
“Four hours, I think,” he shrugged.
Four...hours? Is that human?
“And then it finally died?” I asked curiously.
“No, she couldn’t take any more and asked me to stop,” he replied, smiling at me.
I looked down at the tent he was pitching in his jeans. What the hell did he have in there that could possibly go for four hours?
“What uh ... what’s it gonna take for that to go away?” I asked.
“Hm?”
He was distracted by a horror movie that had just started.
“Your hard dick. What’s it take for that to go down?”
“This is a great movie, have you ever seen it? It’s super gory,” he replied raising the volume.
“SIMON!” I shouted.
“What?” he asked, not tearing his eyes from the screen.
“Didn’t you hear my question?” I asked in frustration.
“Yes. I did. Not thinking about it or climaxing is the only way to get it to go down,” he answered, raising the volume again.
I was staring at his pants like someone had laid out a gourmet meal in front of me and I was holding myself back from tasting any of it. I knew I wouldn’t do it unless he invited me to, but I ... couldn’t stop staring.
Simon glanced over at me and chuckled.
“What’s the matter, mate?” he asked, emphasizing the last word.
“Huh?” I asked looking up at him.
“Watch this with me,” he said, putting an arm around me and pulling me close to him.
I leaned my head on his arm and I tried to concentrate on the movie, but after a few sentences of dialogue, my eyes wandered back down.
I reached down and poked it.
Still that hard? Wow.
“Eden, what’s your full name?” Simon asked suddenly.
“Um, Eden Nicole Hale.”
“Well, Eden Nicole Hale, if you don’t stop paying it so much attention, I’m going to either leave or ask you to do something we just agreed we’d give you time on,” he replied, glancing at me.
I looked at the clock.
It had only been seven minutes since I asked him to wait.
“Maybe I should see if I can pick up an extra shift at work,” I said, pulling away from him and going to sit in the window.
“So you’d be working pretty much all day then?” he asked from the couch.
“Actually, it’s my day off. But ... I should see if I can make some extra money. Because to be honest Simon, being in the same building with you right now is getting dangerous. She’s acting up something fierce and you’re pitching a tent and with as much as I would love for them to be friends, I don’t think it’s such a good idea right now,” I rambled.
“Who’s ‘she’?” he asked looking confused.
I looked down and he blushed and laughed.
“I see. Then maybe I should be the one that leaves. After all it is your apartment,” he said getting to his feet.
“No. Stay! Enjoy the movie, I just need a distraction. Immediately,” I said, laughing uneasily as I dialed my job.
I put the phone shakily to my ear and after the first ring,
Simon took it from my hand and ended the call.
“You’re a quiet stepper for being such a big guy,” I remarked without turning around.
“Big?” he asked.
“You’re tall and I can tell you’re hiding the body of a god under those clothes,” I said.
“Hm. Possibly,” he said as he put my phone down on the window sill, and sliding an arm around me from behind. “Would you like to find out?”
YES!
“No. Simon, we can’t,” I replied pulling away from him.
“Tell me why,” he breathed, pulling me back to him.
“Because I just had almost sex with Finley and if I have actual sex with you right now, I’ll feel ... wrong. No offense,” I said, pulling away again.
“Eden...” he said, reaching for me again.
I pulled further away and he turned me around and held me against the kitchen wall, looking into my eyes. I could tell that Simon was ready to go, in every sense of the word possible.
“I have something I want to give you,” he said quietly.
I know. That’s the problem.
He reached into his back pocket and handed me a folded piece of paper.
“Read this,” he said.
I took the paper, my hands shaking, and unfolded it. It was a confirmation of sorts. As I scanned it I gasped, and put a hand to my mouth.
“Simon!” I exclaimed.
He smiled at me, “Happy?”
I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I was holding my escape. My getaway from myself; my mundane, simple, monotonous life.
“Why?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Because I thought what better place for us to stop being mates,” he replied with a grin.
I looked down at the sheet again and saw a confirmation for two first class tickets to Maui.
He finally backed up and crossed his arms over his chest. I looked up at him and leaned up on my tip toes and kissed him softly on his lips.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
His face was red and he looked shy. I watched Simon look down at his feet and shuffle them.
“You’re welcome,” he said to the floor.
I handed him the papers back and went to sit in the window. I grabbed my phone and sent Liora a text message.
Remember how I said to keep your fucking friend away from me?
Yeah. Sorry, is he bothering you again?
No. He’s taking me to Hawaii!
WHAT?!
You’re a great friend. Thanks! I’ll be holding on to this one!
Get him girl!! :)
“So when do we leave?” I asked him putting the phone down.
“In two days.”
“Two days?” I asked in disbelief.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already spoken to your manager and he’s given you the time off. I was hoping you’d come around by then otherwise I’d have just let you go with Liora,” he replied with a grin.
“You gave me a week?” I asked, staring at him.
“Well by then I would have hoped you would’ve seen that I’m quite a charming young man and that I’m fun to be around. At least that’s what I’ve been told.”
“Yeah, you’re a pretty good deal,” I said, tilting my head at him.
“Good. Then let’s get you packed and then you can come to my place and we can hang out there until it’s time to go. Sound good?” he asked, walking into the bedroom.
“Hey you! I told you that was off limits!” I said playfully following him in.
“For sex,” he corrected. “And I’ve respected that so far. I can come in here for any other reason, can’t I?”
I stood in the doorway and watched Simon. A deliciously, devious thought was forming in my head.
“Simon?”
“Yes?
“Define sex.”
He reached into my closet and began pulling out clothes. “Sex is a physical expression of how two people feel about each other. It can be between a male and a female, a male and a male, or a female and a female. Usually some form of penetration is involved until all senses are blown to hell and both parties are laying there in pools of sweat and their fluids. Why do you ask?”
“So, if I did this,” I said walking over to him and grabbing his still swollen manhood from behind, “would this be considered sex?”
Simon was frozen, still half bent over.
“Depends on what you’d be doing with it after, I suppose,” he said quietly.
“What if I start with this?” I asked, rubbing him gently.
“Careful Eden. Or we may not make it to Hawaii,” he said breathing deeply.
I turned him around and shoved him against the bedroom wall. He looked down at me with a serious look on his face as I unzipped his jeans. I reached in and began to stroke him. Simon closed his eyes and sighed, leaning his head back against the wall.
“That’s amazing,” he whispered.
I got to my knees and he opened his eyes and looked down at me. I reached up and pulled his pants carefully off of him then went back for his underwear, removing those quickly. Now that I saw the size of it and knowing he was a bit bigger than Finley, who was just a touch above average, I knew I was going to be in for quite a challenge.
I leaned up and flicked my tongue gently against his clean shaven sack and took one of his large balls into my mouth, sucking gently as I continued to stroke him.
“Fucking amazing,” he corrected as his breathing was starting to become labored.
He leaned a hand down and gripped my hair gently as I moved my head up and took him into my mouth. I almost choked on the first go from his girth, so I slowed down a bit and just moved my head up and down, taking in as much as I could.
Simon’s moaning intensified as he leaned against the wall, and I stayed on my knees moving my head up and down, swirling my tongue all around his hard cock. I pulled it out of my mouth for a moment and spit on it, stroking him quickly.
“Eden ... Fuck. Slow down,” he whispered.
“What’s the matter? Is the Four Hour Aussie ready to blow already?” I teased.
“Hell yes I am,” he answered with a chuckle.
“Good,” I said, taking him back into my mouth and giving him everything I had. I sucked harder and faster, my hands following my mouth up and down the length of his hard desire.
“Don’t be greedy, Simon,” I begged, before I put him back in my mouth.
“Oh God ...” he breathed.
His body was starting to shake and I reached up and started massaging his tightened balls. I knew he was going to blow soon and I was going to pride myself on making Marathon Man blow so quickly.
“Eden ...” he said breathlessly.
I pulled back and began to stroke him quickly, spitting on his cock one more time. A few moments later, his thick, sticky liquid was shooting out of him and running down my hand. When I was sure that he was done, I sat back on my legs and looked up at him.
“Better?” I asked with a smile.
“Much,” he said, laughing.
“Good. You finish packing, I’m going to go wash my hands,” I said, getting up and walking out of the bedroom.
I went into the bathroom and scrubbed my hands clean, then fished around under the sink for some mouthwash. After I swished it a few times and spit it out, I smiled into the mirror. Then I walked back into the bedroom where Simon was back to packing, fully cloth.
Still hard.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked him.
“No. Just ignore it and it’ll go away,” he replied with a laugh.
I laid down on the bed, feeling lazy and watched him pack for the next half an hour.
“I think we’re good now,” he said, finally as he zipped my last bag. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah.”
I went over to the bedroom wall and pulled one of my phone chargers out of it and threw it into my purse. I looked around my little apartment one last time and smiled.
It took half an hour to get to
Simon’s two story rented house. It was beautiful. There was a lush garden in the front and a wrought iron fence around the property. The inside looked a bit like a museum. Pieces of art where hung sparingly on the walls and there was a mantle that held small statues and artifacts.
“That’s from Australia,” he said, when he saw me looking at a wooden spear. “It’s a woomera.”
“It’s pretty,” I remarked.
“Yeah, it reminds me of home. I found it at a second hand shop here. I was kind of surprised and I got it for a good price,” he said, scratching his chin.
I smiled a the piece.
“Anyway, to protect our virtues, I think you should sleep in the guest bedroom. Come on, I’ll show you where it is,” he said, motioning for me to follow him.
“Any virtue I had to protect went flying out the door when I was on my knees,” I said dryly.
Simon laughed good-naturedly as he led me up the stairs and down the long hallway. We stopped outside the third door on the left and he pushed it open.
I peeked in, “This room is bigger than my apartment.”
“Like it?” he asked with a grin.
I ran in and threw myself facedown on the bed. I inhaled deeply before I turned over onto my back.
“It’s okay,” I said casually.
“There’s a door, directly across from yours. Off limits,” he said, shaking a finger at me.
“Is that where you keep your girlfriend?” I asked curiously.
“No, it’s where I keep myself,” he replied with a grin.
Well. Being on the receiving end of that rule sucks.
“Got it!”
“Good. I’m going to go take a shower and then go down and make some lunch. Meet me downstairs in about forty minutes,” he said, walking out of the room.
Forty minutes? Yeah I can see that. It must take forever to properly clean that monster in his pants.
I closed my eyes and relaxed. So much slow, that I wound up sleeping the rest of the day. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me lately. I spent most of my time sleeping or working.
When I woke up that night, I found Simon sitting on the back porch, his legs up on the banister and crossed.
I pushed open the back door and stepped outside, wrapping my arms around myself.
“Hello there,” he said smiling up at me.
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