“I just kind of stopped wanting to hook up just to hook up.” He hugs my tighter. “You want to come over to my place?”
I think of Greg at home asleep in my bed. After college, Greg moved into my apartment telling me it would be easier for him since I lived closer to campus. In the time that he'd started medical school, he claimed that since we were a couple, paying rent shouldn't be an issue since we were going to get married. He hasn't contributed a single dime to rent, utilities, or food. All of these realities of my relationship hit me right in the gut as I look at Winston's open expectant face.
"Sure. I'd love to, but I have to run by my place first. I’ll meet you."
I walk into my kitchen and find empty takeout Chinese containers strewn on the counter. I roll my eyes at the irony that when left to himself, Greg turned to “foreigner” food for sustenance. I’m sure that he wouldn’t even understand the connection. I’m even more annoyed that he left the mess of his dinner out for me to clean up. What does it take to just throw away empty containers?
I walk up the stairs knowing full well how late it is, but I don’t give a shit. I open my bedroom door and find Greg asleep in my bed. How can someone look smug while asleep? I tap him on the shoulder. He minimally stirs. I shake him.
“What the fuck?” he mutters swatting my hand away and turning over.
“Wake up, Greg!” He mumbles something and keeps his eyes shut tightly. I scream, “Wake up, Greg!”
“What the fuck!” he says rubbing his eyes. “Where have you been? What the fuck have you been doing all night?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I say.
“What? It does matter. It matters to me. You know what? I don’t know who the fuck you think you are now. You got that stupid job where they fly you around to difference places and all of a sudden you think you are someone special. I don’t like your new attitude.” He takes a deep breath, and then says, “I want you to quit that job.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not quitting my job.”
“I don’t think you know how lucky you are to have me as your boyfriend, Lindsey. I’ve put up with your job long enough”
“You don’t have to put up with it anymore.”
His face relaxes. “Good. I’m glad you’ve come to your senses. He lies back down and tucks the comforter around his waist.
“No, Greg. What I mean is: we are over. I can’t do this anymore.”
He shoots back up again in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You think you’ll do better than me? I’m going to be a doctor.”
“Greg, who cares?” I walk out my bedroom door, but I think better of it and return. I tell him, “I’m going to need you to move out by this weekend. I’m sure you will have no problem coming up with a deposit for a new place with all the money you’ve saved all these years never paying rent.” I leave him in my bed stunned with his mouth open.
Winston lives in the historic Louis DeSaussure House on The Battery. The three story masonry house is like most traditional antebellum houses in Charleston with two adjacent parlors adjoined with piazzas along the south side.
When he opens the door, I say, “This house is gorgeous.” He steps aside letting me in.
“My mom would have loved it.” He leads me upstairs to the third floor balcony. The view of the Charleston Harbor is breathtaking up here. “I was afraid you were going to bail on me.”
“I wouldn’t have.”
He kisses me softly stroking my chin with his fingertips. “You’re so pretty,” he says when his lips leave mine. He pulls out his phone and puts on Al Green’s “Tired of Being Alone.” He pulls me into an embrace and sways me to the music. We kiss slowly, but then our heat builds. Our mouths crash into each other. Soon, our hands are greedily searching for each other’s warm naked flesh.
We find ourselves both naked out on the balcony. Winston bends me over the balcony. I grip the railing and push my ass out expectantly. He kneels and buries his face into my open pussy. “Your pussy is a beautiful succulent peach,” he says before diving back into my cunt. He finds my clit with the tip of his tongue. He licks zealously while pushing three fingers inside.
My cunt is throbbing with intense pleasure. “Put your cock in me,” I say. Winston licks and fucks me with his fingers and tongue for few more lingering moments. I grab my nipples with both of my hands and squeeze. I feel so good everywhere at the same time.
Winston stands. I brace myself for his thick delicious cock. He slides into my pussy lips slowly. He eases inside my cunt inch by inch. I push back into him. I make my pussy pop on his cock. It’s too good. I come looking at the beginning smear of light from the waking sky peeking over the horizon on the water.
Winston’s breath is ragged. I can feel him behind me straining to keep his load. He grips my ass tightly. I keep popping my pussy. He reaches a hand up into my hair to tug my head back a little. I can feel that he is almost at climax. I push back harder and harder slipping his cock out of me to the tip and then slamming it back inside. My pussy makes a loud satisfying popping sound. I feel like a porn star. I fucking love it.
Suddenly, Winston heaves a loud unrestrained moan. I shake side to side making my ass bounce for him as he orgasms. I feel his hot cum on my ass. It drips down my ass crack and my swollen pussy lips.
Out of breath and wiping sweat off his brow with his hand, Winston says, “Fuck. I changed my mind. You have got to put that in the article. Someone might learn something.” We laugh as we stand naked, sweaty, and hot on the balcony watching the sun rise up out of the water.
Story 42
Chapter One
“Ahh, I’m here at last,” Emma said in happiness. She drove up to the entryway of the lake house that her father’s friend Clarice owned. It was her first time staying at this location, and Emma was honored to have the weekend to herself. She couldn’t believe that it was happening like this. She was now 21, and she could spend her off time here with her father’s permission.
Her father was a rich investor, but his lake house wasn’t that nice. This was the summer home of his best friend, and the two of them still got along to this day. Emma was fortunate to be a daddy’s girl, for she could just ask her father to head there, and as long as his father got permission from Clarice, she could head there.
This time, it would be her first time spending the weekend alone. In the past, her father would come with her, or he would insist that she stay with a friend. Emma told her dad that she was old enough to spend the weekend here at this place. After a couple of minutes of trying to please her father, he acquiesced, agreeing to let her stay the weekend there. It was definitely an exciting moment, and she was more than ready to just chill out and have some fun.
After she pulled up, she got her baggage out of the car. There was a lot, but that was because she planned on having different outfits and her own personal touch to the lake house this weekend. She brought her portable stereo so that she could listen to some music from her phone, and she was more than ready for the relaxing weekend she had planned.
School had been really cumbersome the last couple of weeks. With finals ravaging het sanity, and her friends trying to tart drama, Emma wanted nothing more than to just chill out and make all of that go away. Of course, the drama was caused by her best friend’s boyfriend, and it was why Emma wasn’t too keen on getting into a relationship.
She wondered if she ever would get into one. It wasn’t that Emma wasn’t attractive whatsoever, in fact she was really attractive and people wanted to date her, but she didn’t trust many of the guys at her school, and she dreamed of having her first encounter with an attractive, older man who could treat her right. It definitely was what she fantasized about, and it was what she desired. She would rather be taken by a tall, dark, and handsome man than the captain of the football team any day.
When she got inside, she checked the place out. It was similar to when she came here the last time, with a fully-stocked kitchen that their family friend made sure was ful
l, a sprawling living room with a flat-screen TV, and it even had an indoor hot stub that had the sky all around it, but was shrouded by the bay windows that dotted it on three of the sides. It was right on the lake, so she could just go out and swim if she so desired. It also came with a room that had a giant bed, and already she was ready to make this the best weekend possible.
“Damn, I’m so excited to get my relaxation on,” she said out loud. She unpacked her things, chilling out in the lavish place. Everything seemed perfect, simply perfect and she was definitely ready for whatever was going to come her way.
At first, she sat around and watched some movies. This place not only had satellite, but there were also unlimited movies, so she knew she wouldn’t get bored in that regard. That’s what’s so amazing about this place, the fact that she would be provided with all of the best amenities possible. She lounged around, looking at the place and loving the way that it was decorated. It had an ocean or sea feeling to it, and when she looked around she marveled at the shells that dotted the place. She was going to have a great weekend, that’s for sure.
After she chilled for a bit, Emma felt like there was something strange in the air. Maybe it was her imagination, but she knew for sure that this weekend wasn’t going to be just any old weekend. It was going to be an adventurous one, and she was ready for whatever was to come.
She grabbed her swimsuit, feeling a bit self-conscious about going in naked at the moment. She slipped inside, the towel next to her. It was already dark, and as Emma looked up, she could see the stars in the night sky perfectly.
“This is the life. I wish that I didn’t have to go back to reality on Monday,” she said to herself.
She felt at peace in this moment, and she didn’t feel like she had to worry about anything else but the relaxation that was bestowed upon her. Nothing could change this, nothing at all.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. What the hell was that? There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here at this time of the night, nor was she expecting any guests. She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body as she trudged over to the door. She looked around, wondering if she should have a knife or something to defend herself. This sounded like something out of one of those bad slasher movies her best friend insisted she watched, but Emma didn’t get the foreboding feeling when the person continued to knock. It was rather a feeling of curiosity, a feeling of wonder that she hadn’t experienced before.
She trudged over to the door, opening it in a trepid motion. In front of her however, was a man that she never expected to see.
Holy shit! He was hot. He was about six feet tall, with brown hair that seemed to fall right against his shoulders. He had a small bit of stubble, and he looked at her with piercing brown eyes. He was definitely her type, but he was also mysterious as well, which only added more fuel to the fire.
“Hello there,” he said. Holy shit, his voice was also dark and attractive. Emma was already swooning over this random stranger, even though logic was telling her to chill out and not trust the man.
“H-hey there. How may I help you?” she asked.
“Well, I was wondering if you could help me. There was a huge accident at the airport nearby, and I don’t have anywhere else to go. I could get a hotel, but of course my car stalled right in front here. My luck, right? I mean, I don’t want to impose on you or anything, but if you could help me out, that would be appreciated,” he said.
She blushed, knowing for sure that this wasn’t how her weekend was supposed to go. Her dad insisted that there would be no boys at the lake house, and if he found out, he would be pissed.
“Sure. I don’t see why not. I mean, it’s not like I have a whole bunch of people staying here. It’s just me,” she said. She didn’t mean to make it sound so suggestive, but at the same time, she was already fantasizing about this man. She may be a virgin right now, but this man was the type who could change that within a moment.
“Thank you so much! I’m Darren by the way,” he replied.
“Emma. And you can come on in. Bring you stuff and shit,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. Of course, as soon as he went out to grab it, he sheathed his coat, putting it to the side. She could see his muscular body, and Emma knew that she was done once she saw that.
“Well, I’ll unpack, if that’s okay with you,” he said.
“Sure. That’s fine. You can stay as long as you need,” she squeaked.
“It will probably be a day or two. I don’t want to impose on you too much,” he replied.
He went off to the guest room to unpack his things, and Emma was already blushing madly. She was still in her swimsuit as well, so he probably noticed her curvy body, her big butt, and shapely breasts. Shit, this wasn’t how her weekend was supposed to go, but already Emma was giving into her desires, and she wanted nothing more than to have her wildest fantasies fulfilled with this man.
Chapter Two
Emma tried to stay calm, but as soon as Darren came back in just a shirt and some shorts, she was already losing it. He was mature, an attractive older man that was probably at least ten years her senior. He sat down on the couch, looking at her with a smile.
“So you’re here for winter break?” he asked.
“Yeah. It’s a family friend’s summer home, and I figured that since it’s nicer here than it is at home, I would spend the weekend here. I mean, I live a few hours away, and they’re supposed to be getting snow,” she said.
“I imagine. The accident was caused by the storms. I’m surprised that there isn’t anything bad here yet,” Darren replied.
“Well the climate here is too mild for that. If anything, we’ll just have rain,” she said.
“That’s fine by me. I think it’s pretty romantic hearing the rain while you’re alone in a house, don’t you think?” he told her.
Immediately, Emma blushed. Why was he telling her this? Now she was thinking about how Darren looked all wet, his clothes clinging to his body, his hair damp but looking sexy as hell, and his cock outlined through his boxers.
Shit! She shouldn’t be imagining this. She shook her head, looking at him.
“I guess. I mean, I don’t have experience with that sort of thing. I don’t have a boyfriend or anything,” she told him.
Darren smirked, and Emma tried her best to stay calm. She changed out of her swimsuit to a pair of shorts and a shirt, with a thin cotton bra on. However, that look that he gave her was something else, and already she was starting to lose it.
“I haven’t been with a woman in a long time to be honest. Work has taken over my life, and I do miss it a little bit. I mean, I’m a businessman, and I travel a lot, so it makes it hard to have that connection with someone. But of course, having a little bit of fun is always something I enjoy,” he said.
He looked right at her, and immediately Emma flushed again. Was he implying something? It wasn’t like she would be against it or anything, but if he seriously thought of her as someone he could be attracted to, it certainly would be a dream to her.
“Well, maybe you’ll feel the spark again sometime. I’ve never had a boyfriend. The guys at my college aren’t my type. I’m not into the dramatic fucks who act like they’re hot shit because they’re on the football team. They’re usually too busy playing with a pigskin to focus on their future and their grades, so I would rather not associate with that,” she told Darren.
“Well that’s very mature of you, considering how young and pretty you are,” Darren mused.
Shit, he just called her pretty. Emma was trying her hardest to not let these words get to her, but dammit she was already growing sexually frustrated just from those words alone. This man had the magic touch, and just hearing him speak to her in that regard was enough to make her sexually frustrated to infinity.
“Well, do you want a drink? I was thinking we could each have a glass of wine,” she offered.
“That would be amazing. I like you a lot, Emma. You’re certainly something,” he said to her.<
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She hoped to God that was a good thing, but she wasn’t going to worry about it. She got two glasses, filled them with some chardonnay that Clarice loved to drink, and brought it back over. They sat down on the couch, sipping wine and trying their best to not make everything awkward. Of course, she was already feeling the urge to do something with this man, to have this man take her and ravage her body.
“By the way, I’ll need to take a shower after this. I probably reek after running around all day,” he said.
“Okay. You’re fine, really. I haven’t noticed,” she said. She was too busy trying not to make things awkward to notice that he smelled.
“Well I would feel better. I don’t want to scare a pretty lady like you off,” he joked.
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