by Blair Grey
“What was it like being in the mob?”
“I wasn’t in the mob,” she replied.
“Well, you were working with a guy who was working for the mob. Sounds like you were in the mob to me,” I said.
“I wasn’t,” she retorted.
“I’m going to assume you were,” I said again. “I can’t get anything else out of you.”
“I told you what you needed to know. I’m not going to keep going back into it,” she said. “It was a mistake.”
“That’s not going to help me,” I said.
“Well, it’s all I’m going to give you,” she replied.
“Look, sweetheart,” I snapped. “You are the one who came waltzing back home and crying for me to help you. Now, if you really want me to help you, then you’re going to have to help me. Help me help you, got it?”
She looked at me with wide eyes, but then looked as though she was going to cry. But I refused to apologize. I wasn’t going to baby her about this. She was the one who got into this mess, and I wanted to help her out, but I wasn’t going to automatically fix everything. She’d have to do her part.
“Let’s get something to eat, but while we do, I expect you to tell me what you know about all this,” I said.
“Fine,” she replied. She went with me to the diner, and we both ordered burgers. I noticed she was a lot more open with me than she had been the night before with Carl and Zach, though she did seem rather nervous to see Zach being the cook. But, she was still reserved. I had to drag every detail out of her, nothing was offered, and nothing was easy.
By the time lunch was done, however, I felt like I had something to go on. It didn’t sound to me like she had been too involved. In fact, she seemed to be a pawn more than anything. It was when the man was trying to get her more involved that flags started to go off, and she was lucky they did.
If she had gotten immersed in the crime group and they found out she was lying, she would have been a goner for sure. As it stood, she was lucky to be alive, and she would be lucky if we all made it out of this unscathed.
I felt like she knew it, however, and she was trying her best to get around it with flirting. After lunch, she was more flirty with me than she had ever been. We were walking back to the apartment, and she kept accidently brushing against me. Just light, little touches, enough to make my dick twitch in my pants.
You’re playing with fire. You know you are. If you let her keep this up, or if you keep engaging with her, then you’re going to end up in bed with her. It’s what she wants – it’s what she’s always wanted from you.
You were smart enough to say no to her before, maybe you should think about that now. It was smart before, and it’s smart now. You don’t want to complicate things any more than they already are with her, and she clearly doesn’t understand how complicated things really are.
But look at her. Think about how good it would feel to slide your dick in and out of that pussy. That ass. She’s easy as fuck, all you have to do is give in, and you’ll have her in bed in no time.
The dick side of me wanted to ask her if she was so easy in college, but I held my tongue. I didn’t want to be an ass to her, but she was being a turn off with how desperate she was. At the same time, I never turned down the chance to fuck, and she was someone I’d wanted to fuck for a long time.
“I’m going to stop by the shop and see how Tanner’s doing,” I said when we got to the house. “You head in; I’ll be there in a minute.”
She gave me a look that told me she wanted to come, but I ignored her. I needed the break from her, from all the pressure to have sex. I never worked on Monday, but I let Tanner open up the place for a few hours to do some piercings if he wanted.
It didn’t use much power in the building, and it did help both of us out if he got some business. If he didn’t, it was no harm no foul as far as I was concerned.
I lit up a cigarette outside and smoked for a minute before going in. I couldn’t get Erika off my mind, and I wondered if I should just have sex with her. She had been the reason that I left this place before. She was relentless, wearing me down.
Hell, I hadn’t thought about going into the military until she had hit on me one too many times. I had thought I would stay at the shop and work with Cooper for as long as he was there with me. But when she had thrown herself at me that night, begging me to have sex with her, I knew I had to get out.
I’d already been working at the shop when I had the chance. It wasn’t my full time job, but that was largely because of Erika. She was a stalker when she was a teenager, and I had a feeling not much had changed. It had been hard to say goodbye to my passion and to Cooper, but I knew it was the right thing to do.
I’d told him that I didn’t have the time to work with him anymore, and I left, leaving the man who was like a father to me and leaving my passion behind. It was the right thing to do, and I still felt like a better man for doing it. But, it was still hard.
After checking up on Tanner and finishing the cigarette, I headed back to the apartment. Erika was on the couch with two beers, and she smiled when I walked in.
“I thought you might want something to wash down dinner,” she said with a smile.
“Thanks,” I said. I sat down on the couch next to her, and she laid her hand on my knee.
“I just wanted to let you know how much it means to me what you’re doing,” she said. “Really. If it wasn’t for you, I’m not sure what I’d do.”
“You’re an old friend, it was the only thing I could do,” I said. I took a drink of my beer, and she slowly started working her way up my thigh. My dick was growing hard in my pants, and I knew as soon as she touched it, all would be over. Still unsure if I wanted to do that with her, I rose from the couch.
“I’m going to shower,” I said. She gave me an innocent smile.
“Okay, I’ll be out here when you’re done,” she cooed. I nodded and took another drink of the beer, heading to my bathroom. She knew what she was doing. It was obvious by the look in her eyes. There was a part of me that wished she wasn’t legal right now.
That was the problem. I knew I could go out there and fuck her brains out and nothing would come of it. Well, she might be even more attached to me now than ever, but nothing would come of it legally. Cooper would kill me if he found out, but again, she was an adult and could do what she wanted.
But if I were to stick to my morals and not fuck her, I could hold my head high, knowing that I was doing the right thing. I didn’t want to compromise any of this, and I wasn’t even sure what Carl would think if he found out the two of us had gotten involved.
She was here because he needed help, not because she was going to be my fuck buddy. I hardly dared to think of her as anything more than that. It had been strictly lust between us from the beginning, and I wanted it to stay that way. Or, did I?
I quickly washed and got out of the shower, deciding I wasn’t going to go back out into the living room. I’d gone to bed early the past couple nights, and she was a big girl. She could figure it out.
Putting on only a pair of boxers, I closed the door and slipped into bed, flicking off the light on my way by. There was still some light pouring in through the window – I’d never gotten a good enough curtain for the street lamp outside, but I felt better. It was safer for me to be in there, rather than on the couch.
But, my dick refused to listen to me. My dick liked all the flirting and the touches. It had been a while since I’d gotten laid, and it would be so easy to go out there and get some. I closed my eyes, but I knew sleep wasn’t going to happen. Either I would have go fuck her, or I’d have to touch myself.
If I touched myself, I’d be thinking of her the whole time, so why not just fuck her? It was all so complicated, and I just wished to have the answer.
Is there an answer? Yeah, sure there is.
Just fuck her.
8
Erika
I heard the door close as Adam went to bed, and I s
miled to myself. Clearly, he found me irresistible. He had said he was going to take a shower, but he didn’t say he wasn’t coming back. He couldn’t hide his response to me, no matter how hard he tried.
True, I had laid it on thick. I made it clear in every way possible that I wanted him, and I didn’t care he wasn’t giving me the same clues. I was dealing with a shit ton of trouble – I deserved to have something nice.
And Adam, he was the one I had my eyes on. I had wanted him since I was sixteen, and he was now in the same apartment as me. Practically in the same room that used to be my bedroom. How many times when I was a teenager I lay in that room and thought about him?
I’d touch myself to images of him in my mind, thinking about what I wanted to do to him, and what I wanted him to do to me. I couldn’t get enough of it. And now that he was right there in front of me, so easy for the taking, I was going to take it.
I might have been the one who created the Hell that my life now was, but that didn’t matter to me, either. Adam was here to take care of it for me, and now I wanted him to take care of me for me, too. He might not know how much he wanted me, but I was going to show him.
Somehow, I was going to show him.
You know that he’s not giving you the same attention in return. You should probably respect his wishes, right?
But if he really didn’t want me, wouldn’t he say it? I mean, he did before, and he’s not giving in now, but now things are different. Now, I’m a grown woman, and he really has no excuse. He’ll want it.
You deserve to have something nice after all that you’ve been through. You made mistakes. No one can hold that against you. Wouldn’t it be nice to have an orgasm that you didn’t have to give yourself? Especially one that came from the man you have been dreaming of for as long as you’ve known what sex is?
The more I thought about it, the more I knew that the only way I was going to get this out of my system was to finally have sex with Adam. He looked at me like he was attracted to me. Hell, I was convinced he was.
He left when he couldn’t control himself before, and he was now doing the same thing. If he wasn’t attracted to me, then he would have stayed out here and put up with the attention I was giving him. But, if he was going to hide and play hard to get, then I would play along with him.
I tried to be easy for him to take, but he hadn’t taken the chance. Now, I was going to be the one going for him. I had tried all night, but he didn’t want it. If he didn’t want it now, then I was sure he’d say something.
At last, I gave up arguing with myself. I got off the couch, pulling my clothes off and leaving them on the floor. I knew most men slept naked, so it shouldn’t be a problem for me to seduce him. Hell, he was clearly hard when I was running my hand up his leg earlier.
I walked to the bedroom and opened the door, not bothering to knock, not bothering to say anything. It was dark and hard to see, but I could make out his figure lying on the bed. There was a bit of light coming in through the window, but the street light outside wasn’t enough to make it bright enough to really see anything.
I could tell by Adam’s breathing that he wasn’t asleep. He shifted a bit when I walked into the room, but he didn’t sit up, and he didn’t say anything. So, I walked right over to the bed and climbed in. I ignored the flashbacks I had of when he told me not to have sex with him years before.
That was different.
Now, I ran my hand right up his thigh, grabbing onto his cock and massaging. He wasn’t far from hard, and it didn’t take long to get him the rest of the way. I pulled him out of his boxers, easing myself down. I knew he wanted me. Almost immediately as he entered me, his hands went right to my waist.
Closing my eyes, I moaned as I started to rock back and forth. His cock was huge. He filled my tight pussy, reaching every part of me with it as I slid back and forth. I took his hands, guiding him along my body, encouraging him to grab my breasts.
He seemed to hesitate, but the more I rocked on him, the more he lost his resolve and the more he wanted me. Soon, he was grabbing at by tits, holding me to him, sucking on my nipples, biting at me. I ran my hands through his hair, holding his face to my breasts as I rocked back and forth.
He ran his hands down my back, grabbing my waist and helping me rock faster than before. I was so wet, and I had waited so long for this, I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I came. I leaned back, letting my large tits bounce up and down as I continued to ride.
I moaned loudly, taking his hands and putting them to my breasts again as I came hard. I continued to rock. I wanted to make him cum, as well. I needed him to fill me. I needed him to take me.
I kissed him once more, gliding over him, feeling his cock slide in and out. I was quickly becoming aroused all over again. It was going to be easy for me to have another orgasm if I kept moving. I put my hands to his pecs, moving hard and fast now, letting him slide faster and smoother.
Just as I started to cum again, he also came. He let out a soft moan as his cock started pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum. The feeling of his throbbing cock in my pussy was erotic, more erotic than anything I’d ever dreamed. It was what I had wanted since I was sixteen, Hell, since before I was sixteen.
I sat on him, holding him inside me until he finished cumming, then I slid off him, falling on the bed with a sigh. He was perfect, everything that I’d ever wanted. I almost threw my fist into the air. Sure, he hadn’t taken me like I had always dreamed, but I had had him nonetheless.
Neither of us spoke. Part of me wanted to climb up and lay my head on his chest, but I wasn’t sure if he wanted that. It was clear we both wanted sex, but I wasn’t sure what else. So, I climbed off the bed and walked back out to the living room, pulling the door closed behind me.
I hesitated for a moment before I put my clothes back on. He hadn’t exactly seen me naked. If his eyes were open, I was sure he’d be able to see the form of my breasts and body in the dark, so I didn’t feel the need to get dressed exactly.
Then again, there was the hope that if I were to stay naked, when he came out in the morning he’d want to have sex again. He certainly came hard enough, I could feel the warmth of his cum running down my leg, and I’d wanted him for so long, I wasn’t about to clean it off.
Finally, I decided it would be better if I got dressed. I didn’t want anything to be awkward for him when he came out in the morning, so I decided not to risk it.
As I climbed onto the couch and laid my head on the pillow, I replayed what had happened. It had been so erotic. Not quite like I’d always pictured, but perfect just the same. He didn’t need to have his full leg to be perfect in bed. And, I felt better. Now that we’d had sex, there was hope we’d do it again. And now that I’d had an orgasm that I didn’t have to give myself, I was feeling far more relaxed.
I didn’t regret a thing, and I was sure he didn’t, either. It would have been nicer if he had been more into what we were doing, but I was also sure that was just because he didn’t quite know how to handle it.
What do you expect? You did just go in there and fuck him. He didn’t fight you, didn’t say that you couldn’t do it, didn’t do anything to stop it. Hell, he even put his hands on your waist and started grabbing at your tits.
You always thought that he would be more aggressive in bed. But then, you were the one person he couldn’t have, despite the fact he really wanted you, so perhaps he didn’t know quite what to do. Give it some time, show him that you really want to have sex again, and clearly, he will.
I pulled the blanket he had given me a couple nights before right up to my neck, wishing I’d stayed naked. I was proud of my body, and I wanted to keep flaunting it to him. I wanted to make him want me. Hell, I liked making it hard for him to keep his hands off me.
I’d noticed the times that he was looking at me, especially when I was younger. I could even swear the day that I’d thrown myself at him, he almost went through with it. Sure, he didn’t want to go to jail, but I had mysel
f convinced that was the only reason he turned me down.
My father would get over it if he ever found out, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him. It was none of his business who I fucked, even if it included one of the men working at his shop.
I wasn’t a kid anymore, and I wasn’t going to be treated like one. I was a grown woman, and I wanted the respect of being one now. Adam was a man, and we were both attracted to each other. This was fine – this was better than fine, this was just how things were supposed to be.
If there was a problem with it, Adam would have said something. He didn’t need to say anything when we were done, what was there to say? We were both satisfied, we’d both gotten off, and now it was time for us to both go to bed and dream of each other.
Dream of what we just did – of making our dream in life come true.
Slowly, the thoughts started to fade as I fell asleep, but there was no changing the smile that was playing at the corners of my mouth. Things might be a little strange with Adam in the morning, but I was sure it was nothing more than a minor setback, if it was even that.
We’d finally gotten the chance to have sex with each other, and that’s what we did. I didn’t care that I had instigated and navigated the entire thing. It was what I wanted – we wanted – and it was beautiful.
Now, I’d hope against hope I’d get the chance to do it with him again. I was sure I’d get my way.
9
Adam
Tuesday came all too soon, and I had to be back to work. I had texted the missed client from Friday over the weekend and asked her to come in as soon as we opened, and she agreed that she would. Besides her, I already had a full day of clients coming in, so I wanted Erika to hang out at the shop.
It was really the first thing I’d asked her to do with me since the other night. We had spent the morning quietly coexisting in the apartment, but that was it. I figured she wouldn’t have any issue with coming to hang out at the shop. It was fun seeing the different clients throughout the day, and she’d practically grown up there, anyway.