It’s hard to drink things away when you don’t drink.
Eventually the bartender informed us that they were closing up shop. As we piled out onto the street, I noticed that Mitch had something written on his arm. I grabbed his wrist and looked at it, and exclaimed, “Dude, what is this?”
He grinned at me. “Man, the bartender gave me his number,”
I laughed and high-fived him, and we walked down towards the bus stop. The transit app informed me that the bus wouldn’t be by for another twenty minutes, so we swung into the nearby Subway. After ordering some post-midnight snacks, the three of us sat down at a table.
“Hey Jane, where are you planning on going after this?” I asked, swallowing a piece of my sub. “Would you want to come back to our place? We were thinking of hanging out some more.”
She smiled at me, but then a thought seemed to cross her mind, and the smile slipped a bit.
“I’d definitely like to keep hanging out, but isn’t your area… kind of sketchy? I mean a guy literally got shot dead outside your apartment.”
“Fair enough,” I conceded. “Anywhere you’d like to go?”
“We could head back to my place, if you guys are down? I just live further up River, it’s like a five minute walk.”
To clarify, River is the name of the street upon which the Subway was located. Fittingly, it runs parallel to the main river in the city. Guess that’s why it’s called that. We agreed that this was a good idea. Mitch was significantly drunker than either Jane or myself, but Mitch is hilarious when drunk. The whole way there he was cracking off-colour jokes or making up little songs that got a laugh out of both of us.
We reached Jane’s apartment building about ten minutes later. She pulled off her mittens – they were those gloves they sold for the Olympics, the red ones with the maple leaves – and punched in her code. We took the elevator – Lazy! – up to the sixth floor, and then into her apartment, 603. The main thing that struck me right away was the inversion of our own room number. Hey, I mentioned my geek status earlier. The other thing that struck me was that it was really clean.
We sat down at the table, and Jane grabbed some snacks. We talked and laughed for another hour or so, largely making fun of Mitch for being so drunk. He took it like a good sport, but I could tell he was getting tired. Alcohol tends to have that effect. He yawned, then informed us he was going to head out. His phone had died, so I called him a cab. We walked him down to it, and I double checked he had his keys and shit – friends don’t let friends get locked out in the cold. Seriously, that shit kills.
Jane and I walked back up to her apartment, talking amicably. We took the elevator again, and when we got back up, Jane gave me a look I couldn’t quite read, and then asked what I wanted to do.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” I asked, having spotted a relatively large television in her living room with a nice couch. A quick look of disappointment crossed her face, but she quickly hid it, and agreed. We sat down next to each other on the couch, a little bit closer than was strictly necessary. She turned on Netflix, and after bartering a bit on what movie to watch, we decided to watch Age of Ultron. She suggested turning the lights off so as to watch the movie better, and I quickly agreed.
As the movie started, we were sitting next to each other, my thigh gently pressed up against her. It felt like an electric current was running through my leg – I was distinctly aware of where her body was, and if it was in contact with me. As the action progressed, Jane suddenly turned to me, and asked, “Is it ok if I lean on you?”
“Yeah, for sure!” I replied, smiling, and after a quick smile back, she lay her head on my shoulder. I decided to take a risk and put my arm around her. She snuggled in closer instead of freaking out so I figured I was probably ok. I was now having my attention pulled in two directions. On one hand I loved this movie. On the other hand, this gorgeous girl was cuddled up with me.
Despite my best intentions, I could feel a tightening in my crotch, as my pants suddenly had to work a little bit harder to keep things in check. Suddenly the lights being off seemed like a blessing. I started to gently stroke her hair, and I could feel her cheeks contort into a smile. She scooched closer, and her head was essentially level with mine now.
Just do it, damn it.
Fear and desire briefly battled, as they always do, and desire won. I gently kissed the top of Jane’s head, and she slowly looked up at me. I leaned into her and our lips met. The kiss was soft at first, as if we both believed it to not be real, as though it might vanish. Then slowly the kiss began to harden, and I slipped my hand into her hair and held the back of her head. I turned my body, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
We lay down together on the couch, me on top, and continued kissing. My hands began to run up and down her shoulders, and up and down her upper back. Her hands in turn were exploring my body – one hand feeling up my chest, while the other was on the back of my neck, pulling my in. Jane suddenly wrapped her legs around me, her feet resting on my lower back.
I suddenly found that my erection was pressing against her. I hesitated, then decided it was definitely on purpose, and pressed against her. I start kissing my way away from her mouth, and start kissing along her jawline. Working my way down her neck, I stopped and tested to see where she was most sensitive. Any time she let out a little gasp, I knew I had found a good spot. I slid my hands down her sides, and then slowly felt my way up her stomach. My fingertips stopped just short of her breasts, and I moved up to her ear, and whispered, “are you ok with this?”
“Yes,” she breathed back, and my hands slid onto her breasts. I returned to kissing her neck as my hands kneaded and felt her breasts, providing just enough pressure. Suddenly I felt her hand slide under my shirt and up my stomach. It felt really nice, and I let out a little hiss of pleasure. Suddenly Jane sat up, pushing me with her, and pulled me into a deep kiss.
She tugged at the bottom of my shirt, and I helped her take it off. I then pulled hers off for her as well. My hands ran down her spine as we kissed, my fingers playing with her bra strap. I unclipped it, and Jane pulled it off. Her breasts were now exposed to the world – I took little time in rectifying that. Taking a tit in one hand, I kissed the nipple on the other, and gently flicked and played with it using my tongue. A moan snuck out, and she grabbed the back of my head.
“Holy shit, Oliver, that feels really good,” she whispered to me, and I looked up from playing with her for a second to give her a roguish smile. Jane suddenly pushed me back so I was on my back and she was on top of me, with her breasts in my face. Judging from the fact that they fit so nicely in my hands, they were probably a C-cup. I took her nipple back into my mouth, and cupped both of her boobs with my hands, giving them a massage as I pleasured her. I could feel Jane shift her weight so that she wasn’t putting it all on her hands, and then I felt fingers grazing my lower stomach. I shivered slightly, and it wasn’t because of the cold outside.
Illuminated by the light from the TV – there was a fight scene, I think – Jane gave me a look that very clearly had a question in it. I nodded and smiled, and she smiled back. She then started to slowly rub her hand over my crotch. It felt amazing and I let myself relax. She crawled back up to kiss me, and then reaching down to grab my cock, which was rock hard by this point, whispered in my ear.
“Looks like I’ve got my own Iron Man.”
“I’d call you Black Widow, but I don’t want you killing and eating me after this is over,” I joked, and I suddenly hoped that this was going to last longer than just a hook up when she snorted with laughter. Girls who laugh at my nerdy jokes? Check!
Jane continued to fondle my dick through my jeans, and then told me to sit up. I did as she asked, and she briefly straddled me, before sliding down to sit on the floor between my legs on her knees. Looking up at me with a devilish look on her face, she unzipped my pants, and pulled them off, leaving just my boxers. She started to rub my dick through the boxers, and then pulled them off, allowing my boy out to play.
I’m only slightly above average with cock length, only about six inches. Despite that, it was incredibly hard and erect, quivering there as I sat there as Jane examined my cock. She slowly wrapped one hand around it, and began to stroke it up and down. Her hands were incredibly soft, and it felt amazing. I was making direct eye contact with her the whole time, and she kept stroking as she leaned in and kissed the head of my dick, still looking directly at me. Then she cast her eyes downward, and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. A moan escaped from my mouth.
Jane started moving faster, and taking more of my cock in her mouth. Her hand was still stroking away as she took about three inches in. She sped up the pace, and then let go with her hand and just started bobbing away on my cock. I threaded my hand through her hair and helped her with the downstrokes. Suddenly I felt a hand cupping my balls, and that drove me close to the edge. I gasped, and whispered, “Holy fuck Jane, I’m about to cum.”
To my surprise she didn’t stop, but just kept going harder. Her head was moving really fast now, and I almost felt like the semen was being coaxed out of me. The sensation of orgasm built until with a gasp I started shooting strings of semen into Jane’s mouth. I could feel her swallowing, and she kept sucking, though she wasn’t bobbing her head anymore. I collapsed back onto the couch, my breath ragged.
“Holy shit Jane. That was an amazing blowjob.”
She gave me a huge grin, which I made out with the light from the TV.
“Thanks. I couldn’t have you cumming all over my carpet, could I?” she joked, and I laughed. Then I looked her up and down and said, “Now, I think I owe you something in return.”
Looking over her, she was really attractive. Short, only about five foot even, she had this dark hair that tumbled down to about mid-shoulder. Her skin was this beautiful brown, and her smile was like a light in the dark. Seeing that grin, I could honestly die happy right there.
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