Housewarming Gift

*Him*

As they entered the apartment, Elizabeth cleared away some boxes so he could set the package down in the middle of the floor. He watched her with an intense lust as she bent over to move the boxes. He couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to simply lift up her skirt right there and fuck her without a second thought. “Stop it,” he thought to himself quickly as his pants began to tighten around his pelvis. He willed himself to relax before she turned around to ask him what tools he’d be needing.

“Oh, just a screwdriver and hammer should do it,” he replied a little too quickly. He knew she must have heard something in his voice. He just knew she could tell how much he wanted her. He tried to remain nonchalant as she turned around and hurried out of the room to get the tools.

After setting the big box down, he looked around at his surroundings. There was a set of windows opposite the door covered in green suede curtains. On the wall to the right of them was the door to the bedroom. He assumed the bathroom was inside the bedroom since he didn’t see it anywhere in the living room. Behind him, on the same wall as the front door was a tiny kitchen; just big enough for one person (or two if you knew each other really well). Elizabeth’s apartment seemed to be lacking for nothing that he could see save the futon he was about to put together for her.

John and Elizabeth had known each other for about a year now as friends (though he’d often wished it could be more). When she asked him to take her out to the Ikea store and get a futon, he was more than willing to help. He loved helping her. Being with her in any way possible, actually. Though he hadn’t exactly enjoyed the shopping trip, he had liked being with her and eating lunch together. They’d talked about a million different things on the long journey home through rush-hour traffic.

As they approached the toll booth, she insisted upon at least paying the toll since he’d refused her offer of gas money. He watched her lustfully out of the corner of his eye as she bent down in her seat to pick up some fallen change; her soft breasts swaying back and forth in her tank top. He had nearly gotten a full erection by the time she found all of the change. Luckily, he had his right foot propped up on the floorboard – thus blocking her view of his crotch.

The rest of the drive back to her apartment had gone fairly smoothly. He was able to keep his urges in check most of the time. Whenever he got an impulse, he just thought about soccer. He thought about soccer a lot.

When they arrived, he brought the box and cushion upstairs without too much difficulty. Though she offered him help, he refused it: determined to prove his manliness to her. He feared he just came off looking liking a stubborn idiot. But so goes the mating ritual…

John was shocked back into consciousness when Elizabeth brushed past him as she was going into the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink? I’ve got water, iced tea, orange juice and chocolate soy milk,” Elizabeth said behind him.

“Water is fine, thanks,” he replied. “I guess I should go ahead and get started on this. You probably want me out of your hair as soon as possible, huh?” said John half-jokingly.

“What? You know I love having you around, John. Now stop fishing for compliments,” she said with an innocently enchanting smile. “You want ice?”

“Sure, thanks,” he replied as he began to open all the parts to the futon. When she brought him the water, he said “You can put it on the table for now. I’ll get it in a bit.”

“So is there anything I can do to help you?” asked Elizabeth unsure of what to do with herself.

“Nope, there’s only one set of tools and it’s not a terribly complicated looking piece of furniture. Just sit back and relax; I’ll do all the work,” John replied as he moved around the space adjusting boards and reading the instructions.

Somewhat relieved that she wouldn’t have to be very close to him for the moment, Elizabeth said to him, “Well, I guess if you don’t mind then – I’m going to take a shower.”

“Oh, of course not,” he replied, feeling his cock jump slightly at the thought of her being naked and wet only a room away.

He forced himself to think of the task at hand as Elizabeth scurried out of the living room and shut the bedroom door behind her. As soon as he could hear the running water and was sure she wouldn’t be coming back in for a while, however, he stroked his cock as he dreamed of plunging into her time after time. He wanted her so badly he could barely stand it.

In fact, he couldn’t stand it. After all – they’d known each other for a year and he’d been nothing but a gentleman the whole time. And all he’d ever gotten out of it was a wink and a smile. Enough was enough. He vowed to do something about the whole thing as soon as she got out of the shower. Hurriedly, he assembled the futon so he would be done by the time she was done with her shower.

*Her*

She had asked him to help her get a futon as a favor. She fully intended upon repaying the favor in the only means she thought he would really enjoy. Since the day they’d met she was attracted to him. His tall, thin body so intimidating above her shortish hourglass. There was something about his kindness that both soothed and unsettled her at the same time. She knew there must be something else behind that warm, inviting smile. She could see an untapped strength in his eyes; a fire burning just below the surface. Elizabeth pulled out a pair of sleep shorts and a big t-shirt as she made her way to her bedroom. She stripped out of her ruffled, green skirt and her tank. She hung her bra on the doorknob and threw her panties into a corner before turning on the hot water. She thought briefly to herself how clean her room looked today.

The temperature warmed to what she wanted and she turned the knob for the shower. With the water running over her body, she began to think about what she might do to John next. She hadn’t quite planned this far. She thought he might have left her to put the futon together by herself, but – being the gentleman that he is – he stayed to help her.

She wondered if she had been too much of a tease during the day. She had purposely dropped some change in the car on the ride home so she could tease him with her breasts. She made a point to linger with her breasts swaying back and forth in his view. At first she was disappointed and thought he hadn’t even noticed, but she thought she might have caught him sneaking a glance at her out of the corner of his eye. She also thought she saw a slight bulge in his pants, but wasn’t sure because his leg blocked her view in the car.

She left him alone after that; afraid she might push him too far and lose her chance to make her move all together. She was scared he might drop her off and make up some excuse to leave. But he hadn’t. No, he had stayed with her and come up to her apartment. He insisted upon carrying all of the pieces to the futon upstairs by himself. Though she laughed a bit to herself, she allowed him to show her his manliness. Actually, she thought it was quite cute that he seemed to want to impress her. It also gave her hope that he might respond to her the way she so wanted him to.

Elizabeth couldn’t help teasing him just a little more as they’d entered the apartment. She bent over at the waist to move some moving boxes out of the way. Pointedly, she had stuck her bottom right in his eyesight. She almost wanted him to take her right then and there, but knew he was too much of a gentleman and probably too shy to do something like that.

Then, when she asked him if she could help with putting the futon together she hoped he would say no. She wanted to get away from him for a bit to cool down. Though she was eager to tease him some more, she didn’t want to get to that uncontrollable point she sometimes reached when no amount of self-control could contain her desires. And so, she left him to put the piece of furniture together while she was in her room attempting to alleviate some of her tension.

While in the shower, she hoped to relieve some of her sexual energy with the shower massager. She thought of his tall, slender figure hovering over her as she lowered the jet to her thighs. She dreamed of having him thrust himself into her time after time. The stream of water barreling down on her clitoris was but foreplay to what she imagined him doing to her. The time seemed to pass so slowly as she thought of him (though, in actuality it was passing quite rapidly). She could feel his hot body move over her in a wave of lust. Writhing with her lust for him, she knocked over a bottle and it made a horribly loud sound.

“You okay in there Liz?” John called to her from the other room.

“Oh, yeah,” she shouted as she tried to compose herself. Elizabeth decided that it might be best just to finish off with a cold shower instead of risking another mishap and John getting worried enough to come to the door. Frustrated and unsatisfied, Elizabeth turned the water down as cold as it would go. She shivered with the shock of it, but knew it was probably for the best.

Try as she might, however, she couldn’t calm down completely. Though at the moment she didn’t think she could stay in too much longer without John starting to question her. Liz turned off the water and dried herself quickly. When she looked at the clock and realized she’d been in the shower for almost an hour, she groaned to herself. She could only imagine what John might be thinking. “Perhaps he thinks I just wanted to relax and took a long hot shower,” Liz thought to herself. Though she knew what he more likely thought of her extended shower.

She dressed in her shorts and t-shirt, but didn’t put on any underwear. As she slipped on a pair of white socks, she heard John putting on some music in the living room. “Crash” from her Dave Mathews album played on her stereo and she almost melted with his music choice.