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  It’s been two weeks since I’ve last seen Allison, that’s not to say I hadn’t randomly sent her texts but we haven’t made plans to see another for one reason or another. I had asked her to come over on two separate occasions and she either had class or was working. I wasn’t aware of her having another job, so I figured she just didn’t give a shit about continuing our small affair and that was her way of turning me down.

  As I held the envelope holding a USB drive, I eyed the redhead again.

  “Was there anything else?” I say, my tone not so friendly.

  Startled, she looked shocked as well as a little embarrassed as she stood.

  “Um, no. I guess not. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Maddox.” She says scurrying out of my office.

  I finger the drive and twirl it between my fingers. I should call up Jacob and we should view them together, but I wanted to be alone when I saw the images of Allison first.

  I inserted the drive into the computer and picked up my phone, pulling up the text messaging app and scrolling to her name.

  Tyson: I have the first bunch of photos in front of me. I’m looking at you.

  I don’t expect an immediate response, so I start up the viewing program and hundreds of photos appear. I click the ‘next’ button after noticing that Allison isn’t in any of them, until I find the images where she appears and my breath hitches. She’s gorgeous. My dick twitches at the sight of her.

  Allie: Yeah? How did they turn out?

  I wipe the corners of my mouth, afraid that I had been drooling and flip through the next dozen photos, each photo of her is pure perfection.

  Tyson: Stunning. The camera really likes you. I can understand why.

  Allie: Shucks. You know how to cheer a girl up! Thank you.

  Cheer her up? Is she having a shitty day?

  Tyson: Is everything okay?

  Allie: Everything is fine. Just stressed with midterms, this is the first break I’ve taken all week.

  Tyson: Do you want company tonight? Get your mind off of midterms.

  What the hell am I doing? One picture I see of her and my dick starts pining for her? Shouldn’t I make her come to me? My thoughts are conflicting, I never chased after a female. I’ve never shown concern over how someone is feeling, especially if I haven’t fucked them. I don’t have time to deal with anyone’s feelings, I feel uncomfortable confronting my own half the time. So what makes her so different?

  She denies the company, something about more studying and more work. I should just revert back to my original line of thinking, make her come to me.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  ALLISON

  My thoughts constantly drift over to Tyson as I say the rehearsed dirty words to my caller for the next six minutes. Sometimes with this job, you have to be on your toes, ready to dive in right off the bat if you have a caller who isn’t the lonely type, just looking for someone to talk to. Tonight’s caller wants me to submit to him and call him daddy. Which is fine since I can envision Tyson pulling the same thing?

  “You like it when I brush my cock on your lips dirty girl?” My caller Wayne asks.

  “Yes Daddy.” I saw in a tiny voice as he requested.

  “I want you to say it.” He requests.

  “I like it when your huge cock touches my lips daddy.” I play along as I fold my laundry.

  Wayne is a frequent flyer, meaning he is one of my regular callers. He calls weekly, when his wife is at her yoga class. He plays the dominant, talks roughly, requests I be a meek plaything and then he gets his rocks off, since he feels that it’s something he cannot do with her. Sometimes it doesn’t even take him the six minutes for his act to make him orgasm and then he says a quick Thanks Mon and hangs up. My call name is Monica; none of my callers know my real name.

  I’ve been logged onto the service for two hours this evening. So far, I’ve had one long call, about an hour and a few shorter calls. I’ve managed to prepare my allowed cheat sheet for one of my mid-terms, start and finish my laundry as well as order and eat my dinner.

  The phone call ends and I’m left to my own devices until the next call comes in. I have two cell phones, one is for the service whereas the other is my personal phone, which is currently blaring from the other room. I pick up the phone, look at the name on the screen and answer it. Why is Tyson calling me? He never calls, he only texts?

  “Hello?” I answer cautiously.

  “Finally! This is the third time I’ve called you!” He says, exasperated.

  “Sorry, I was on the other line. Hi. How are you?”

  “I’m outside.” He says and I almost drop the phone.

  “Excuse me?” I ask, walking out of my bedroom and to the front door. I peer through the peephole and there he is. Running his hand through his hair, looking at my front door and then to the side as my elderly neighbor slowly passes by eyeing him.

  “Can you let me in, please?” He asks with a surprised look on his face. “Your neighbor just slapped my ass.”

  I laugh and unlock the deadbolt and slowly open the door, the phone still at my ear. As he comes into view a slow smile forms on his face and he slowly lowers the phone from his own ear as he takes a step forward crowding my space.

  “Hi.” His hand immediately wraps around my waist and he breathes me in.

  “Hi. What… um brings you to my neck of the woods?” I say stepping back, breaking the connection and closing my door.

  I look around my apartment and see the disarray of everything. I have my studying notebooks and satchel filed in one spot of the couch, some more laundry in another and the remnants of my dinner on the coffee table in front of it all. My place looks dark and disgusting compared to his. Suddenly, I feel embarrassed but he doesn’t seem to care at the moment as his eyes are locked on my movements.

  I scurry over to clean up the mess and let him sit. I make quick with stacking my stuff for school and putting it on the dining table in the corner, as I’m piling my laundry he grabs a pair of my lace panties and spins them on his finger with a goofy grin. I snatch them out of his hands and turn quickly to the hallway to my bedroom. When I come back into the living room, he’s leaning back on my couch looking heavenly and way too tempting, comfortable even.

  “So Ty, really what are you doing here?” I ask, pushing his leg over to sit down on the couch beside him.

  “I wasn’t going to listen to your excuses to not see you. So I came over to say hi.” He says evenly.

  “I really have had a lot of school work and stuff happening. You saw the mess.” I attempt a smile as my service phone rings. “Fuck!” I whisper.

  I stand up and move to the counter, it’s another of my regular callers. This guy is a quick call, so I can escape into my bedroom for the six minutes while Tyson does whatever he does.

  “I need to take this; here turn on whatever you like. I’ll be just 5 minutes.” I say handing him the remote and turning to leave the room, after closing the door to my bedroom I finally answer the line.

  “Hello, you’ve reached Monica.” I start my voice breathless.

  “Monica… baby. Did I catch you working out?” This gentlemen likes to imagine me sweaty and in workout clothes.

  “Sorry, it took me so long to answer, I had to dry my hands, it was a hot work out today.” I breathe, allowing my voice to sound further winded.

  “Are your…are your clothes…all sweaty?” His voice cracks, I hear movement on his end. This guy is a quick one.

  “My yoga pants are drenched in sweat. I don’t know how I’ll get the pit stains out of my shirt.” I try so hard to not laugh. The conversation goes on for a few more minutes and then this caller has hung up, not even with a goodbye. I pull out my laptop from under the piles of clothes on my bed and sign out of the service for the night. I don’t want any more disruptions with Tyson.

  I walk back into the living room where Tyson has made himself at home on my couch. He’s laid out on it from head to toe, well his feet are hanging off the sides due to his
height. His eyes are closed with his head on my favorite couch pillow. His shoes are thrown to the side and his breathing is even. I even see a few twitches of his foot.

  He fell asleep quickly. I think sadly.

  I look at the clock, its 10pm; I have depleted my energy for the evening. I place a blanket over Tyson, afraid to wake him and leave the recessed lights on a low dim just in case he wakes up. I head into the bathroom, prepare for bed, put my laundry away and then settle under the covers. I relax into my bedding slightly bummed out that he came over, smelled me and then fell asleep during my phone call. It takes me a little longer than usual to fall asleep, after all there’s a gorgeous specimen sleeping in the other room. A guy who screams sex, and has mentioned sex with me, yet we haven’t progressed to that who is asleep on my couch, several feet away from where I lay. This is pure torture.

  ***

  I’m wakened from my deep dreamless sleep by a hand running the length from my back to across my stomach slowly and a slow dip in the bed behind me. I’m startled, but then relax as I remember Tyson was on the couch when I went into bed.

  He kisses just behind my ear and presses himself softly into me, so our bodies are flush with another and we’re spooning. I press back into him out of general instinct to be closer. I hear him quietly groan and a slow smile forms on my lips. My feet are touching his bare legs, sliding the length that I can reach, suddenly I’m not fully asleep, but more so aching with need. His pelvis presses into my behind and I can feel him lengthen.

  “I’m not actually trying to get some right now Allie, I just came in here to sleep where it’s more comfortable than the couch.” He groans into my ear, his breath brushing across my skin.

  “Sorry.” I try to scoot my body forward, yet his palm on my stomach is holding me against him.

  “But now, I’m awake.” He practically growls pulling me to my back and leaning over me partly.

  He brushes the stray hairs that fell out of my pony tail in my sleep out of my face and caresses down my cheek. I look up at him, still sleepy, but just as awake now as the closeness that we are cocooned in has awakened my body. His hand trails down my side and slows at my breasts.

  I’m wearing a white wife beater with no bra, so I’m pretty sure that he can see my nipples underneath. His finger traces one, and yup, I was right as his eyes have zeroed in on the headlights practically blinding him now.

  He leans over and kisses me, tentatively at first as if he’s gauging my reaction. My arm wraps around his neck as I pull him into me more deepening the kiss as much as I can.

  “I’m not a soft lover Allie.” He warns as he nips at my neck.

  “Then show me.” I gasp out as his hand moves under my tank top and his fingers pinch and rolls my nipple. I shocked myself with the request, but I want to see what he has to give.

  All of a sudden he’s directly above me, I can see his toned chest, there’s a sprinkle of hair around his nipples and the ever so happy trail leading to where the magic happens. He’s shed his clothes before climbing into bed and is only wearing boxer briefs that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

  The very boxer briefs that he’s rubbing against my short sleep shorts. My hands go to his forearms as he bends to suckle on my nipples. He pulls one in his mouth through my shirt causing me to moan quietly as the fabric brushes against my already sensitive nipples. He leaves a wet mark and then moves to the other side and repeats his assault all the while slowing rubbing against me. He moves back on his hunches and pulls at my tank top.

  “This is in my way.” He mumbles throwing the intrusive garment somewhere over his shoulder.

  He dives back down and mashes his mouth roughly over mine. His hands pin mine over my head and he continues to grind against me. He’s hard in every way, but right now his dick is the only thing that has my attention and all I can think of is that it’s rubbing against my clit through my sleep pants and he will bring me to orgasm by dry humping. With that sudden thought, I feel the start of pleasure ripping through me; my hips met his with the same quickness that he pushes against me. I see suddenly stars as they come out of nowhere since I wasn’t expecting the orgasm to come so fast but there it is. I arch my back and my nails dig into his forearms as some feral noise comes out of my lips. He slowed his hips and soon his face comes into my vision. He has the sly smirk on his face, biting his lower lip.

  “My briefs are now drenched. These got to go too.” He says as he leans back again and pulls my sleep shorts down, to unveil that I’m not wearing panties underneath. He bites on his lower lip again and then jumps off the bed and bends to where I assume are his pants. He grabs a foil wrapper out of the pocket and then removes his boxer briefs, when he’s bare, his dick is pointing at me, singling me out and saying I’m coming for you now!

  CHAPTER NINE

  TYSON

  This wasn’t my plan for this evening, I had left my house in a hurry and without any direction, I drove my car to her apartment. There was no real reason for me to come over, I didn’t warn her and I sure as hell have never done this sort of thing before, or at least not in my adult years. She was making me leave my comfort zone, and become an entirely different guy where she is concerned.

  She answered the door, wearing a hoodie sweatshirt and short pajama shorts, her hair was in a messy bun and her place was a mess. She looked shocked to see me as she opened the door, but she graciously let me in the house and didn’t push me away when I got in her space. When she got a phone call from a cell phone that wasn’t the one tucked in her hoodie pocket, I was curious but I didn’t want to question whatever it is she may be doing. After all, we’re not anything to another except a warm body, or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

  I didn’t realize how tired I was until I laid out on the couch while she took the phone call in the other room, next thing I know it’s in the middle of the night, I have a blanket thrown over me and Allison is nowhere to be found. I roll off the couch and walk towards her bedroom, thankfully the door was open so I didn’t feel too bad entering into her personal space. I shed my clothes and crawled into bed beside her. My intentions were pure and really just to sleep comfortably since I didn’t feel like driving home. But when her tight ass pressed against my dick, other thoughts came into my mind. She let out a small moan; I doubt she even realized it and I wasn’t going back to sleep after I heard that sound as my dick wanted to be somewhere warm and moist.

  We dry-humped like we were in high school and after she got off, it was time to get down to brass tacks. I knew I should have stopped there, but there was no chance in hell that we were going to stop now. As I pulled her sleep shorts off, I could have blown my load right then and there since she wasn’t wearing any panties. I grabbed a condom from my pants on the floor and after giving myself some tight courtesy tugs, I sheathed my throbbing dick and approached her. Holding my dick, I crawled between her legs as her eyes were firmly on my hand that was squeezing myself in anticipation for her tight pussy.

  “That… that’s not going to fit.” She stutters, her eyes lifting to my eyes.

  “Don’t worry, it will.” I assure her as I place my dick at her entrance with a smile.

  Our eyes are on each other as I slowly press in. I breach her entrance, her eyes widen and the grip she had on me cut into my skin. My dick is planted in her, deeply. I inched my way in, and with the tightness that her pussy held my dick like a vise, I’m surprised that I didn’t come immediately. I look at where our bodies are joined and smile. I haven’t moved yet, allowing her body to get used to my size and to catch my own breath. You’d think I was a virgin or something.

  “You good?” I ask as she nods. “Good. I’m going to fuck you now.” She nods again, her eyes never leaving mine.

  I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, my signature move, as I drove my dick into her aggressively. Her tits bounced with each thrust and her mouth gasped with her eyes trying to stay open and fixated on me. I leaned down and took her mo
uth with mine greedily claiming what was mine. She consumes my every thought and all I wanted right now was to fully consume her. I let go of her hands, yet she kept them in place, with her hips thrusting up to meet my every move. Her moves became frantic and her hands found their way to my lower back, her legs were now around my waist with the heels of her feet against my ass pushing me as she finds her climax again. She’s soundless as she comes, but in her eyes I can see the unbridled lust as her pussy milks my dick begging it to release. As if on cue, I feel my balls tighten and the start of my release as I roll my hips into her roughly, and then slowly two more times as I pant out; “Yes!”

  My breathing is erratic against her neck as I try to catch up to the present. Her chest is heaving just as much as mine is, as I lean up. I gaze into her eyes, looking for an answer to whatever the fuck it is I’m doing. I don’t see anything there, other than pure satisfaction. I can live with that.

  ***

  It’s been three days since I stayed the night at Allison’s house and it’s been three days since I’ve seen her. I can’t say that it’s been that long though since we’ve talked or rather texted. I left that next morning with no promises made as I kissed her passionately goodbye at her front door. I could see the questions on the tip of her tongue, yet since I had no clue as to what was happening, there was no chance in hell that I was prepared to communicate about any of it especially out loud.

  We fucked. And it was spectacular, no… better than that. I had no real honest words about what happened or how that made me feel because I felt more than I should have, more than I deserve certainly. I was conflicted in more ways than one and it pissed me off. So I worked the next few days, I worked hard and until late into the night. I even managed to fire someone for no reason other than the fact that I’m an asshole.