Un-Dateable
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I had him pushed up against the wall of my apartment and his shirt torn open before the door to my apartment shut, buttons clicking and rolling around on my hard wood floors. I ran my hands over the smooth flesh of his chest, feeling the pectoral muscles flex, and then shudder as I licked and then bit at his nipples.
“Oh God,” he moaned.
His body was all the more beautiful now because it was all mine, his lips all the more delicious because they were kissing mine — and there wasn’t one nagging doubt or recrimination.
It was just him making love to me. Pulling me to him and crushing my chest against his, a hungry lip lock devouring my sighs and moans, as his hands cupped my ass, pulling me against him. His manhood was hard, pressing against the fabric of his pants, and now against my hip. Magically, he removed my shirt and unhooked my bra without ever taking his hands from my ass.
In an instant he was returning my nipple play from before, and I curled my legs around his waist as he nibbled and sucked at my breasts. I felt us start to move across the room, but my mind was in a sexual fog, and though I knew every inch of my apartment, I was suddenly lost there, and more importantly, I didn’t care that I was.
He lowered me down onto my bed — I quaked, noticeably shaking when I realized where he had me. Partly from the disorientation of not knowing where I was, part because I knew that we were indeed going to have sex for the first time. There was no going back — even if I had a mind to do so.
Gus stood back up and hastily pulled his ripped open shirt off, and then made even faster work of his pants, kicking off his shoes and pulling the button fly open simultaneously.
It was so dark I couldn’t see much. I pulled myself to the side of the bed and reached to turn on the light... but Gus beat me there, catching my hand as I was about to seize the lamp.
“Next time, I promise.”
“But I want to see you.” The need in my voice was pathetic.
He chuckled in the dark and started pulling at my jeans, unbuttoning and then sliding them down from my hips and off my feet. And then his thick fingers started to worry the silky fabric of my panties.
“Next time,” Gus growled, breathing hot into my ear as he moved over top of me, hooking a finger in the waist band of my panties and pulling down, his body now covering and rubbing against every inch of my own. “Next time we can do this anywhere, anyhow you want... in a spotlight on a freaking billboard in Times Square. But this time I want it...” He kissed me as he maneuvered himself between my legs and pushed his cock slowly into me. “Just... like... this ...” And he slid right into me, fitting so perfectly into my sex that he could’ve been made just for me.
I gasped as he pulled out a little and settled back into me, throbbing a bit larger, filling me more completely. And then I gasped again. This time one word burned bright in my mind.
“Condom!”
I could tell he was smiling as he took my hand and pulled it down to where we were joined, and I could feel the latex sheath wrapped around his hard prick.
“Guess you really couldn’t see,” he chided, and I was about to tell him exactly where he could go, but then he rocked his hips again, and I felt my body wrap itself around him, pulling him instinctively further into me.
He wrapped his forearm around the back of my neck, cradling me so close to him, as his other hand slid up over my bottom and over my hip, and up along my belly and ribs until it finally gripped and teased my breast. His thick, calloused thumb rubbed mind-altering little circles around my nipple. And his lips, so full and soft, how delicious they tasted, how warm and urgent they were as he tasted and probed my own lips.
He crawled up on the bed just a small bit, yet this slight shift in position pushed his cock exquisitely against my clit, and as his hips undulated and his cock throbbed and lurched inside me, it also rubbed that sensitive bundle of flesh and nerves into a molten mound of heat, ready to erupt at any moment.
One moment I was riding the impending wave of possibly the finest orgasm of my life, then next he kissed me so passionately and deep that I lost all track of time, forgot my name, even forgot about the orgasm that was searing inside me, threatening to ignite my flesh on fire, and the sheets on the bed.
He rolled us over so I was on top. He pushed on my stomach and against my chest, bending me over backwards and impaling me all the further on his wondrous prick. I hated not being able to touch him, or to see him for that matter, but as I leaned back into it, and clutched my hands over his, I felt that orgasm rise again, like the brightest, hottest light the world had ever seen.
I heard someone calling out, screaming in utter bliss as her orgasm pounded up through her, coursing through her body and finally letting free through her mouth and lungs. And that woman was me.
My hips bucked and I greedily squished myself against his crotch with abandon. My vagina rippled and squirmed and clamped down so hard on Gus’ cock that he groaned in equal parts ecstasy and pain.
And as the fires of my Olympic torch quality orgasm subsided I found myself laying in Gus’s arms, his cock still hot and hard inside me, his lips pressed to my temple as his breathing and mine slowed and quieted, and we fell off to sleep.
~*~
I woke with a start, sitting straight up in bed as if catapulted from my pillow. The room was warmed by the early dawn light, soft as if the sun were only just waking up too. But beautiful or not, I had panic in my chest, a lump clogging my windpipe that made me tremble with fear. And then it hit me what I was panicking about.
Ozzie and Harriet!
I clambered out of bed, not even noticing that Gus was asleep beside me. I felt like I was having a heart attack as I moved through the apartment. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d watered them, couldn’t even remember the last time I’d looked at them.
It was more than just not being able to date, to me, if I killed Ozzie and Harriet then I would end up killing everything in my life, it was only a matter of time.
The sun was streaming through their window and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the harsh brightness, but as I blinked and squinted I made out the shapes of their hanging pots, and then of the plants themselves.
I stood there stunned. They were fine... no, better than fine, they looked spectacular. Never had I seen such beautiful plants. I picked up the bottled water from the floor and watered both plants, the entire time thinking — and this is the absurd part — that this, this entire ordeal with the plants and Gus and Dean, that all was exactly as it had to be. And now things were exactly as they should be.
I cringed at the thought, the romantic cloyingness of it. But as the sun poured in on me, warming me, I felt Gus’ arms wrap around me, and Gus’ naked body pressing against my also naked backside.
“Do you stand nude in front of your windows every morning?”
I elbowed him half heartedly. His arms about me felt so good.
“I’m just saying,” he went on. “Lucky neighbors.”
He buried his face in the hollow between my neck and shoulder, kissing gently as he held me to him. I let myself fall back against him, enjoying the feel of him, and the comfort of knowing, for once, that this — in this moment, in this place — was where I was supposed to be.
*End*
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Table of Contents
Chapter 0.5
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28