“I’m not going to tell her, to be honest. She’s not home yet, anyway. She’s working late.”
“Oh? How late?”
“She’s covering a second shift at work. She won’t be home until past 11.”
“Oh, really…” Michelle murmured. “Are you all by yourself?”
“Yeah, I’m home by myself.” Charlie abruptly realized the tone of the conversation had changed. He sat up straighter in his chair. “Why?”
“Let me come over.”
“You want to?”
“I want to make it up to you. For telling Cody that you and I are just friends. I felt like I had to say it, but I’m sorry I said it and I want to make it up to you.”
“It’s fine. I get why you said it.”
“I want to make it up to you anyway.” Her voice was low and sultry, like a purr. “Should I come over?”
Charlie licked his lips. “Do you remember where I live?”
“I can find it. See you soon.” She disconnected before he could say anything else.
Charlie set his phone on the armrest and leaned back in his chair. He’d come home while the sun was still up, but now it was dusk and he hadn’t turned on any lights so he sat in a rapidly darkening house. He could feel his heart beating in his chest as he anticipated Michelle’s arrival.
He thought, “When she gets here… we’re going to have sex.” It wasn’t even wishful thinking. He was pretty sure he could treat it as a fact. Every time he’d been with her, they’d ended up having sex.
Then he thought, “That was the first time I’ve ever talked to her on the phone.” Which was so strange to think about that he thought for sure it must be wrong. How could it be that they’d never talked on the phone before?
He roused himself from his chair and went around the house turning on lights, trying to give the house a warm glow. He remembered that he had microwaved a mini-pizza for himself, so he took it out and put in a second mini-pizza for Michelle. He took out two cans of Sprite and set them on the table.
What else to do? He thought about turning on the TV but felt too restless to sit and watch it. He paced back and forth through the house, tidying things here and there. The microwave beeped, so he took Michelle’s pizza out and sat it on a spot at the table with her Sprite. He put his own pizza on the table across from hers. Not exactly a romantic candlelight dinner, but at least if she was hungry she’d have something to eat.
A timid knock came from the front door. Charlie walked quickly to the door and pulled it open. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” Michelle said. She stepped inside. Charlie admired the short tan summer dress she was wearing, dotted with a pattern of tiny red flowers. It fit her loosely, coming down to just above her knees, and he could tell by the way it draped over her breasts that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. He could easily make out the points of her nipples against the fabric. She wore brown sandals, which she kicked off beside the door. She set her purse down as well.
“Still here by yourself?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Good.” She reached down to the hem of her dress and in a single fluid motion pulled it up, tugging the fabric over her arms and head until it came loose in her hands. She was naked underneath. She balled up the dress and handed it to him. “Will you put this in your room?”
Charlie gaped down at her exposed body for a moment, then realized she was standing in the open doorway. He hastened to close the door, pulling her in by her shoulder. He peeked out the door to see if anyone had seen, but no one was outside. “Wow,” he breathed. “Not wasting any time, are you?”
“No.” Michelle walked into the living room and stood there, looking around. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“No.” Charlie’s eyes lingered on her perfect ass. “Not at all.”
As if she could feel his eyes on her body, she looked over her shoulder, smiling. “I’m usually like this when we’re alone, right? You’re probably used to it.”
“I wouldn’t exactly say I’m used to it…” Charlie said. “Um… I’ll go put your dress in my bedroom, then.”
“Okay.” Michelle carefully lowered herself onto the couch, perching on the edge of the cushion for a moment before slowly settling back. He noticed her hands rubbing her upper legs in that habit of hers.
Charlie quickly went up the stairs and entered his room. He draped her dress over his desk chair and then came back down, taking the stairs two at a time.
Michelle looked up at him as he entered the living room. She sat in the middle of the couch, her legs together and her hands on her knees. Charlie thought she looked nervous, sitting as if she shared the couch with two enormous invisible men on either side.
“Um… so I don’t know if you’re hungry…” he said, “but I cooked you a pizza for dinner… it’s on the kitchen table, if you want it…”
She nodded. “Ok. I haven’t had dinner.” She rose to her feet.
Charlie started walking towards the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder but Michelle still stood in front of the couch, gazing at him. “I made one for myself, too,” he said. “I mean… I made one for myself before I knew you were coming… and I haven’t eaten it yet. It’s on the table, too.”
Michelle just stood there, watching him.
“Aren’t you coming?” he asked.
“Charlie…” Michelle said softly. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”
He blinked at her for a moment, surprised. Then he came to her and embraced her. His arms circled her waist, touching her warm skin. He could smell her perfume. His lips found hers, and he kissed her softly, conscious of her breasts which pressed against his chest. He kissed her again, harder this time, and allowed his hand to rise up and press against the cushion of her left breast, the nipple hard against his palm.
“I guess sometimes I forget I’m allowed to kiss you,” he murmured, their heads tilted and leaning against each other.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Are you sure you’re all right with me being like this? It’s not weird, is it?”
“That you’re naked?”
“Yeah.” She leaned against him, her arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders.
“It’s fine. My mom’s not coming back until late tonight.” He lightly stroked her nipple with his finger, playing with it. It occurred to him that not only was she nude in his house, but very likely he was free to touch her body however he liked, whenever he liked. His erection surged to life, swelling against the front of his pants. He thought about reaching between her legs, to test his theory, but didn’t want to push her too far too fast. “Come on.” He looped his arm behind her waist. “I need your help to fulfill this fantasy of mine. It involves me watching a beautiful naked woman eat a pizza.”
She laughed and let herself be pulled towards the kitchen.
The dinner looked pathetic when he saw it, an empty table with just the two cheese pizzas on paper plates. He hadn’t even cut them into slices. “I know it’s not much…” he said, embarrassed. “I can see what else we have…”
“No, no. It’s great! I love pizza.” She approached the table. “Which one is mine?”
“That one is hotter. Let me cut it into slices.”
“No! You sit.” Michelle took his arm and guided him to a chair. “I’ll cut them for us. Where’s your silverware?”
Charlie sat down and pointed to the silverware drawer. He watched Michelle as she swayed over to the drawer and found a knife. She walked back and leaned over the table, her breasts wiggling as she vigorously cut his pizza into quarters. After it was done, she stood up straight, her arms behind her back.
“Where’s your cups?” she asked.
“Cups? That cabinet, right there.” He pointed. She spun and walked to the cabinet. He watched her stretch up and pull out two glass tumblers. She took them to the refrigerator and filled them with ice. Returning to him, she sat a glass down by his plate and a glass by hers.
She took his Sprite and opened it, filling his glass until the bubbles threatened to overflow the top. Once again, she stood up straight and put her arms behind her back, her body displayed to him from head to toe.
“Do you need anything else?” she asked. With her naked body right there in front of his eyes, it was hard not to react to the double entendre in her question.
“Not right now…” he managed to say. His erection felt like it was going to rip through his pants.
“Bon appetit!” She smiled.
“Thanks,” he said, picking up a piece. “Uh… you, too.” She stood and watched him until he lifted his pizza and took a bite, then sat down in front of her own pizza and started to cut it. He couldn’t help watching her breasts dance as she moved the knife back and forth.
“You seemed to get along with everyone at lunch today,” Michelle remarked.
“Yeah,” Charlie said. “I guess so. Even Glenn. I thought he’d give me shit about sitting by you, but he seemed okay.”
“Yeah, Glenn is nice.”
“Cody told me he wasn’t going to tell Glenn about seeing us at the train station. So Glenn doesn’t know.”
Michelle shrugged. “He doesn’t need to. It’s not his business.”
“He likes you, though.”
“It’s still not his business.” She opened her own Sprite and filled her glass.
“Does Vanessa know?” Charlie asked. “About us and the train station?”
Michelle shook her head. “No. I don’t know how to tell her without telling her everything. She’ll ask questions, and she’ll know that I’m holding things back.”
“Right.” Charlie took a bite of his pizza. Michelle hadn’t touched hers.
A car could be heard driving by outside. Michelle tensed, looking towards the front of the house.
“Don’t worry,” Charlie said. “We still have a few hours before my mom comes home.”
Michelle laughed nervously. “Can you imagine what she would think of me if she saw me like this?”
“You’re fine,” he soothed her. “Relax.”
Michelle reached for her pizza, took a tiny bite of the tip and then set it back down. “Do you think you’ll sit with us in the cafeteria from now on?” she asked.
Charlie brooded on her question before answering, “No, I don’t think so.”
“No?” She looked up at him.
“We’re going to be just friends at school, right?”
“Yeah,” she said softly. “But friends eat lunch together.”
“I know…” he said. “But I don’t think I’m a very good actor.”
“Actor?”
“Yeah. You know… sitting at a table with all those people, putting on a show like I just wanna be your friend.” Charlie shrugged. “I don’t think I can do it.”
Michelle looked to the side, gazing at a painting of a dog running in a field that hung on the wall. Her fingers traced the edge of the table. “You think they won’t believe you?” she asked.
“Nah. I mean, really, who would?” Charlie glanced at the painting, not sure what it was about it that held her attention. “What guy just wants to be friends with you?”
“Because guys think I have a nice body,” she murmured. “Is that what you mean?”
“Um… well, you do have a nice body… obviously…”
“So you’re worried that everyone at the table is going to know you want to fuck me?” Michelle still had her eyes to the side, avoiding his eyes.
“No. That’s not what I’m saying.”
“You think everyone’s going to know that you DO fuck me?”
“No, no.” Charlie took a breath. “I’m not just talking about… sex. I’m talking about everything. I can’t sit at the table and act like we don’t have all this between us. It’s going to be really obvious to everyone that you mean much more to me than just a friend. I think Vanessa is already pretty wise to us.”
Michelle finally moved her eyes to Charlie. “Yeah,” she said softly, smiling. “I think she is.” A car honked outside, and she flinched, turning to look in that direction.
“Just the neighbor across the street,” Charlie said. “His car beeps when he puts on the alarm. I hear it all the time.”
Michelle nodded. Despite her obvious anxiety that she might be caught, she still seemed devoted to remaining nude. She’d barely touched her pizza, while Charlie had mostly just the crusts left.
He pushed back his chair and stood. She looked up at him, watching as he came to kneel beside her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He reached out and touched her right breast, gently caressing it. “I don’t want you to be nervous,” he told her. “Just relax, and eat your dinner. My mom’s not coming home for hours. It’s just you and me.” He circled her nipple with his finger, and she took a slow breath, accepting his touch.
She picked up a slice of pizza and took a bite, chewing it quietly while he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. He peeked up at her but her eyes were closed. She sighed as he ran his tongue around the tip of her nipple, then gently sucked on it.
Charlie’s hand slid over her flat tummy, stroking her groomed line of pubic hair, finding the wet spot between her thighs. He nudged her legs with the back of his hand, urging them apart, and she obediently acquiesced, separating them to the sides of the chair. He traced her slit with his fingers, her slickness leaving a shine on his fingertips. His finger slipped into the cleft at the top of her pussy, pressing against the thin veil over her clit.
“Charlie…” she breathed.
He lifted his mouth from her breast to ask her, “Are you finished with your dinner?”
“No…”
“Go ahead and finish.”
She nodded. Her trembling hand brought the slice of pizza up to her mouth and she took another small bite as Charlie pushed his finger into her pussy. He explored her with his fingers while his mouth returned to her nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard tip, nudging it in a circle. He could see her face, her eyes closed, her lips parted. She struggled to continue eating, clearly distracted by her body’s reaction to his manipulations.
His earlier instinct had been correct; she was naked in his house, offering her body to be touched by him however he wanted. It turned him on immensely to have such unrestrained access to her beautiful body, and he understood that this was a turn-on for her as well, to leave herself so deliciously vulnerable, completely naked, to accept his mouth on her breasts, his fingers in her pussy, while she pretended to eat her dinner as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
He had an outrageous thought that made his erection throb, a test to see if she had truly surrendered her whole body to him. He reached under her leg, pulling it up towards her. His other hand slid down over her pussy, continuing lower. She took a sharp breath as his finger tip slid against her asshole. He waited to see if she would object, but she just took another small bite of pizza. He wriggled his fingertip against that opening, toying with it while he watched her face. She struggled with the fragment of pizza in her mouth, clearly distracted by what he was doing.
“Oh my god, Charlie…” she gasped. “What would your mom think if she walked in right now? What would she think of me?”
He murmured, “She would think maybe you let me get away with a little too much.” He leaned in close to Michelle’s ear, his finger pressed against her asshole. “It’s all my influence. Isn’t that what we decided we’ll tell everyone, if we ever got caught? I’m the one that’s doing this. You’re just doing it because you like to please me. Isn’t that what we’ll say?”
“Ohh…” she moaned.
He pulled his finger away. Now he used both hands to grip her knees and pull her legs wide apart. “What are you doing now?” she asked.
“Having you for dessert.” He gazed at her glistening pussy, then leaned forward and pressed his lips at the tip of her crevice, just below her strip of pubi
c hair. He held her legs up, angling her pussy towards him so he could put his mouth on it. He breathed in the tangy scent of her desire, savored the taste of her juice on his tongue as he ran his mouth up and down her slit. Michelle leaned her head back, a slice of pizza dangling forgotten in her hand, her body writhing as he slid his tongue into her.
He could feel her hips tensing as he hunted for her clit. His tongue swirled, pressing urgently against her sensitive nub, and she shivered underneath him. Outside, a car drove by, and Michelle asked, “Did your mom just drive up?” Despite her concern, she kept her legs splayed open and made no effort to push his head out from between her legs.
Charlie lifted his head. “Don’t worry…” he said. “When she walks in, just say, ‘Hi, my name is Michelle, it’s nice to meet you.’ “
“Ohhh…. don’t tease me,” she sighed. “Ohh.. that feels good…”
Charlie teased her anyway, but with his mouth and tongue, grinding his tongue against her clit until she was thrusting her pelvis up towards him, then pulling away, leaving her desperate for more. She was so wet that he knew his cock would enter her effortlessly, and finally he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her off her chair, setting her at the edge the table. He unzipped his pants and freed his erection. It only took a moment to position the swollen head at the opening to her pussy, and then it was just a matter of leaning forward to plunge it inside her.
Charlie moved slowly, pulling out, pushing back in, enjoying the feel of her warm pussy yielding to his cock. Michelle had her eyes closed, lost in the sensation of their joining. She draped her arms around his neck, holding him loosely, her head against his shoulder, her hair tickling his face.
“Charlie…” she spoke urgently. “Let’s go up to your room… to your bed…”
Charlie felt reluctant to stop. “You want to?”
“Charlie…” she breathed. “Please… can we go upstairs?”
“Okay.” He pushed in once more and held himself there, giving himself a moment to experience the exquisite sensation of her warm pussy squeezing his cock. Then he pulled out. He started to put himself away, but Michelle reached out and took hold of his shaft.
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