Ten hours later, I was standing in front of Tristan’s apartment in a questionable building in an even more questionable neighborhood, once again wondering what the hell I was doing. I’d bought a new pair of jeans…and a blouse…and a pair of boots. I really couldn’t afford any of it, but it had made me feel good while I was picking it all out, and it made me feel good when I looked at myself in the mirror. The blouse was red and it buttoned up the front, the jeans fit like a second skin and had bling on the pockets, and the boots were soft, black leather that felt like I was wearing a pair of gloves on my feet. I was having a really good hair day, and Susie, who’s an expert when it comes to make-up, had helped me with my eyeliner and mascara. I left the house feeling like a million bucks, even though I hadn’t gotten a smidge of studying done.
Before his apartment door, I stood feeling cheap and desperate. I didn’t know if he was looking forward to me coming over or not, but the idea that maybe he was and I might be disappointing him if I didn’t show was the only thing that convinced me to raise my hand and knock.
“What?” he rudely yelled from inside. I guess he wasn’t overly excited about me showing up.
“Hi, Tristan, it’s Elly,” I said.
“Elly?” Not a promising start, and it only got worse. “Oh shit! Hang on a second!”
I heard a lot of shuffling around and a drawer opening and slamming shut. After several minutes, he pulled open the door. He ran his eyes over my body and gave the new clothes an admiring gaze, at least. Then he looked at my face and said, “Hey!”
“Hi, did I catch you at a bad time?”
“No, not at all. I was…writing some new music and I lost track of time. Come in.”
I stepped inside the tiny cluttered space and he closed the door behind me. It smelled like weed and old pizza.
“Hang on a second and let me straighten up.”
He left me standing by the door while he shoved dishes in the sink and take out containers into the trash. Then he picked up a pile of what looked like his dirty clothes, except that I could have sworn there was something pink and silky in the middle of it all, and he threw them into what I assumed was the bathroom. After another full five minutes he walked back over to the couch and sat down. Patting the seat next to him, he said, “Have a seat.”
I wanted to turn and run, but it was too late now. I was a fucking idiot for being there. I’d wasted my whole day thinking about this and he had forgotten that I was even coming. His place was a pigsty and he’d left me standing by the door. I was worse than an idiot if I didn’t turn and leave. I took a deep breath and walked over and sat down next to him. He grinned at me and I smiled back. I had no idea what to say.
After a few second of silence he said, “You want a beer?”
“Sure,” I said. I didn’t, really, but it would at least give me something to do with my hands.
He got up and walked the six or so steps to his little kitchen area and opened an apartment sized refrigerator. From where I sat I could see that it was full of beer. The only other thing inside of it was a bottle of Tabasco sauce. The counter above it was decorated with various bottles of alcohol: whiskey, vodka, even gin. If it hadn’t been for all the take-out containers, I would’ve wondered if he even ate.
He came back with the beer, handed me mine, chugged most of his down and sat down next to me. After I took my first drink of the beer, he took my face in his hand and he kissed me. It was weird, no conversation, no awkward date moments…he was just moving right in for the sex. I knew people did that, but I’d never done it before. Then again, I’d never had sex in a public bathroom before I met Tristan, either. Somewhere deep inside of me, even though I hadn’t wanted to admit it, I knew the sex was what I came for too. I had things I needed to forget; a man I loved that was no longer here to love me back. Sex with Tristan might be just what I needed to let go of the past.
His hands were playing lightly at first across my new, silk shirt; he started unbuttoning it, slowly as we kissed. I could feel my hard nipples pressing against the lace of my bra, protruding out through the light fabric of my blouse as his other hand ran palm-down across them. I could also feel warmth and wetness between my legs. Right or wrong, this man turned me on like crazy. I could tell that he was getting frustrated with the buttons on my shirt, and I really didn’t want him to tear it, so I lifted my arms and let him just pull it off over my head. He tossed it aside and then cupped both of my lace covered breasts in his hands. He ran his thumbs over my swollen nipples before he moved my hair and pressed his lips to my neck. I could feel him sucking on it, hard, as he returned to playing with my breasts and I knew he was going to leave a mark, but I didn’t care. I could cover it with my hair, or make-up. It just felt so damn good; I didn’t want him to stop.
His right hand breast and reached around behind me. I thought he was going to unhook my bra, but instead he pushed a button on something behind me; suddenly, soft music beats were floating through the room. I realized after a few seconds that it was one of his old CD’s. I had the very one and played it until it was actually warped.
Somewhere beneath the lacy bra, his hand was caressing me. Electricity flowed through my body as I traced the side of his face with my hand, ending up with it tangled in his hair. I gripped it fiercely and that seemed to excite him. It excited me; I’d always loved his hair. He broke away from my neck and pulled me up on his lap. That wasn’t all that surprising except he turned me facing away from him. I could feel him unhook my bra and I let it fall off my arms and down to the floor.
He grabbed my breasts with both hands and once again buried his face in my neck. I arched my back, pressing my nipples forward even further as he grasped and began to pinch and twist them. I was moaning and I could feel my legs trembling.
He let one of his hands slide down and began to run it along the tops of my thighs. Even through my jeans, I could feel the heat of his hand as he slid it up and began to caress my aching core between my legs. My breathing was already coming in slow gasps as I felt his hand travel up further and unbutton and unzip my jeans. Both my mind and my breathing stopped and time stood still as I felt his hand slide down inside of them, making contact with my warm, tingly flesh. I was cursing my own choice of the tight jeans as I felt him try to wiggle his hand down further. He was able to manage it and suddenly I felt a single finger slip under my skimpy panties and press against my warm, wet depths.
I was moaning and panting, grinding my hips down against his hand towards his finger. He continued to work it in smooth circles across my swollen lips, casually dragging it across the hood of my engorged clit every so often, causing convulsive shivers to rip through my body. I began struggling more fitfully; I wanted his finger inside of me. He seemed to be content to tease, and while his hand did that, his lips and teeth explored the flesh on my shoulder. I shuddered to think how he got so good at all of that, but damn it was nice!
The slow and constant pressure of one finger on my clit and the other moving back and forth pinching and teasing my excited nipples was already leading me towards an explosive orgasm. Just about the time I was ready to explode, he pulled his finger away leaving me shaking. I heard my body let out a little squeak or a whimper as he picked me up by the waist and moved me off his lap onto the couch.
“Take off your jeans,” he said. It wasn’t a request, it was a demand and I didn’t question it. I was in submissive mode and I liked it. I had to wiggle out of the tight jeans and my little panties slipped down over my thighs along with them. I looked at him looking at me, and the way he devoured my body with his eyes caused me to shiver. My heart was racing; I felt an addicting burst of adrenaline pump through my body. It was so exciting and I wanted him inside of me so bad. He reached up and took me by the arms, lowering my body back down to the couch. He sat me down and then he slipped down to his knees, parting my legs with his arms as he looked up at me and grinned. That smile was intoxicating; even all those years later, it was easy to see how he’d won over mil
lions of young girls.
I shivered again, just before his tongue found my engorged clit and began to flick it, furiously. I heard myself moaning, but would have never guessed those sounds were coming out of my throat if I hadn’t known it to be true. He slowed down all of a sudden and began encircling it with his tongue. Then he nibbled on it, just a little nip that sent a shock wave through my whole body causing me to writhe across his couch. I guess I should have worried about what was on that couch, or had been on it before; at that moment, it was the furthest thing from my mind.
If nothing else, the sounds I was making seemed to spur him on and heightened his urgency. He used his hand to separate my lips and then drove his tongue inside of me. Goddamn he was good at that! He moved it in and out a few times before pulling it out and sucking my clit into his mouth. As if they had a mind of their own, my hips rose up off the couch while my hand white-knuckled the armrest. My breathing at that point was nothing more than ragged gasps. The soft sounds of him singing in the background while I watched him eat my pussy only served to increase my enthusiasm, and as he slid a finger inside of me, I thought I felt something explode inside of my head.
I was wiggling around so much that he had to place a hand on my thigh to keep me still. Meanwhile he added another finger to my pussy and I could feel the muscles in my leg tense underneath his warm palm. His fingers pumped vigorously in and out of me as he looked up to watch my face.
He replaced his tongue on my clit with his thumb. My eyes were half closed, but I could see him watching me still. Wanting to give him something more to watch, I took my own breasts in my hands and began to pinch and pull at the engorged nipples while I bit at my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming at the ecstasy I felt from Tristan’s finger fucking me wildly. I was bucking my hips up and down and grinding hard against his hand. I wanted more—I wanted his hot cock inside of me, the way it was that night he had me pushed up against the wall.
He put his tongue back on my clit and sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue to flick the nub as his fingers continued their assault. It was the most incredible sensation, and as I felt the orgasm taking hold of my body, I opened my legs wider. This allowed him even better access to push his fingers in harder and faster, fucking me with an expertise that I didn’t think most men had with their hands. It was like he knew exactly where to touch and although I’m not lesbian, I’d heard that was the best part of being with another woman. Somehow, Tristan had learned the secret and as I reached my peak, I had to pull my thighs together all of a sudden. His head was trapped between them as if in a vice and I arched my back and opened my mouth.
I heard myself saying, “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh fuck, Tristan!” I wasn’t usually loud when it came to sex, usually. Something about the things he did to me made me want to scream and not give a fuck if the whole world heard me.
Tristan didn’t stop what he was doing. He didn’t even slow down. My whole body tensed, each muscle felt hardened like stone as the orgasm washed through me. I felt myself gush hot juices all over his hand, and that was when he’d finally slowed down and then gently pulled his fingers out. I felt empty and I instantly wanted them back.
He grinned at me again as I repeated, “Oh my god!”
Tristan stood up and I pulled my numb body back up to a sitting position. I was shaking so hard that I could barely move my hands, but I wanted his cock so I fumbled with the buttons on his jeans for a few seconds. He finally got impatient and undid them for me and let them drop to the ground around his ankles. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his hot, throbbing cock.
Standing up as I stroked it gently I told him, “Sit down.”
Tristan grabbed the back of my head and kissed me first, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself. It gave me a head rush, and when he finally let go and sat down, it took me a few seconds to remember what I’d been trying to do.
I looked down and saw that he had his cock in his hand. I wanted some of that, so I dropped down to my knees and arching my back so my ass stuck out far enough for him to see it, I licked the length of his cock while looking up into his face the whole time. The look of blatant arousal in his eyes encouraged me. I sucked the tip of it into my mouth and I heard his sharp intake of breath as I used my tongue to circle the head of it. Then all at once, I engulfed the rest, raking my fingernails softly along the insides of his thighs as I did. I reached underneath and cupped his balls in my hand, massaging them as I moved the length of his cock in and out of my mouth. I let it hit the back of my throat before licking the shaft and pulling my mouth back up towards the head. Tristan was moaning, and he had his hands wrapped up in my long hair, tugging at my head and moving his hips back and forth.
I looked up at him again. He had his eyes closed and looked to be intent on nothing but fucking my mouth. I let him control the motions, gripping him tightly with one hand while I continued to let it slide in and out of my mouth. I raked my tongue along the bottom side of the shaft of his cock each time he pulled it out. I could feel his balls tightening in my hand and Tristan began pulling harder on my hair. I knew he was close to cumming.
I didn’t know if I should keep going or not, but he answered that question by grabbing my arms and pulling me back up into his lap. He sat me on top of his hard cock and sucked one of my breasts into his mouth as we ground our hips against each other. He suddenly let my breast go and kissed my mouth forcefully. I could feel his hand reaching for his dick and I knew where he was going with it.
I wanted it there, inside of me so badly, but enough of my brain was working that I knew Susie had been right. I wanted him to wrap it before he checked my fluids, or whatever it was she had said.
“Condom?” I breathed out. I don’t think I had enough air to form a complete sentence.
He jerked his head to the side and I looked over and saw a little cup on the end table that was full of colored circles. I didn’t let myself think about why he needed so many of them; instead, I was grateful he had them and used them. I opened one and he took it from me, slipping it on with one hand like a pro before taking his cock and, at last, guiding it into my pussy.
We both let out a gasp; fireworks were exploding inside my head. I heard him groan as I began moving my hips up and down and then around in a circular motion. I loved the way he filled me up, the way it felt to move sideways, and to feel him move with me. I leaned back and put my hands on his muscular thighs. As I gently rode his cock, his hands roamed my body. He was a master at this, and if he’d wanted to, he could have become a professional gigolo. My mind once again began to wander towards how one gets so good at something, but then he groped my breasts again, and my mind was blank once more. He pinched my nipples hard, then ran his hand down between my legs, and nearly drove me crazy playing with my clit as his cock moved in and out of me.
Tristan suddenly stopped and said, “Stand up.” I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to take his cock out of me. I twisted my face into a pout and he whispered, “I want you in the bed,” when he saw the look of reluctance there.
Against my will, I moved gently off him, watching his dick fall out of me as I struggled to my feet. My knees were weak and my thighs were quivering. I wasn’t sure if I could even walk. Tristan put his arms around me from behind and nudged me into the bedroom. He used his arm to sweep a pile of laundry off the bed and then he laid me back on it. It smelled even more like weed in there, and I’d probably be high just from inhaling the fumes. At that moment, I didn’t care. Taking my ankles in his hands and placing one on each of his shoulders he let his cock plunge inside of me, driving it into my depths.
I let out a little cry of shock and then I moaned loudly as he took control. His face looked intense as he pushed and pulled himself in and out of my sopping, wet pussy. It was almost as erotic watching him as it was feeling him…almost.
“Rub your clit,” he grunted out as our hips ground against each other. I didn’t argue. I had no desire to refuse anything he
suggested. I slid my hand down between us and put my fingers on my swollen nub. He slid his arm underneath me to hold my hips up further off the bed as he fucked me and I rubbed my most sensitive area.
Suddenly, he pulled out and my eyes flew open to search his face for an answer. He grinned and said, “We’re not even halfway there babe.” It was the name of a song on one of his albums, and for some silly reason, it caused me to become even more excited. It reminded me that I was fucking Tristan Rogers from the Uptown Boyz. I felt fifteen again.
He pulled my legs over to the side and then flipped me over on my stomach. I felt him run his hands across my ass, grabbing my cheeks and squeezing tightly. His cock was brushing against me and I tried to wiggle my hips and catch it. I wanted it back inside of me.
He lifted my hips off the bed. Then he pressed his cock against the lips of my pussy and sunk his cock back deep inside of me, hitting bottom as he began to fuck me slowly. He reached around and began manipulating my clit as he did. I think that was what was so amazing about sex with Tristan. It was like he knew how amazing it felt when he touched me there.
I began to groan and as the sounds I was making increased in volume, Tristan began to pump harder and faster. I was just about to cum when he pulled out again. I cried out in frustration and, when I realized what he was doing, I almost cried out for another reason altogether.
He pushed his cock, slick and hot with my juices, into my anal opening. He went slow, taking his time as he again played with my clit. Once he got going, it was a cross between a slight bit of pain and excruciating pleasure. I had to bite down on the pillow in front of me to keep from screaming.
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