Sorry I forgot to finalise a blg post, so you have fiction today! I’ll get the blog asap.
Conner races off into the kitchen stark naked shouting expletives, I pick up his t shirt & put it on before following him, he’s standing at the stove stirring something in a saucepan. He’s cooked for me? Is that what fuck buddies do?
“Is it ruined?” he turns with a smile then when he sees me in his t shirt, his face falls
“Why did you get dressed?”
“I’m hardly dressed.” I scoff pulling at the hem of his t shirt that is barely covering my butt, he smiles again, I like it when he smiles, Jesus, you have to stop thinking like that Callan! It’s a one way ticket to ‘hurts-ville!’ I really need to distract myself around him “What are you cooking?”
“This is creamy garlic white wine sauce” He smiles, proud of himself, I raise my eyebrows “I’m grilling some chicken & steamed veges, I hope that’s ok with you?” I nod, that is more than ok! Smelling the garlic sauce my tummy rumbles. “It’s not ruined” he takes the saucepan off the heat & walks towards me, pulling my hips to his “but if I had of known I wouldn’t be able to control myself the second you walked in the door, I would have turned off the stove” he gives me a cheeky dimpled grin that is so infectious.
“I just need to… um… wash up” I blush, his hand automatically moves between my legs & he fingers the wetness there, he chuckles Bastard! I slap his hand away & make my way to his bathroom.
After I’m as clean as I can be without a shower, I find my g string & put it on to complete my just fucked t shirt look. It is not a good look at all. Conner is back in the kitchen, he’s put on his boxer shorts but all our clothes are still in a pile at his front door.
“There’s wine in the fridge if you want it? There’s glasses in that cupboard there” he points to a cupboard, as I make my way to the fridge, there are three bottles of white wine on the shelf, a Chardonnay, Sauvignon Blanc & a Moscato standing next to a six pack of beer. “I don’t drink wine & I thought you drank that one” He says pointing at the Sav Blanc “but I couldn’t remember so I just bought the popular ones according to the sales dude.” I laugh but then I find it hard to stop. He smirks at me effected by my laughter “What?”
“You don’t drink wine at all?”
“No” I laugh more.
“So you bought three different bottles?” I’m still giggling.
“Yes, why’s that funny?” he acts a little shy but has a cheeky grin on his face
“Nothing at all, it is so cute.” I stand on tippy toes & kiss him on his lips.
“Cute?” He laughs, cocking his head to the side to take in that I just called him cute, I grab the Sav Blanc & reach for a glass.
“Yes, so unbelievably cute.” I’m smiling thinking how boyfriendy that is, Watch it Callan, he is not your boyfriend! Nor does he want to be! My smile fades, he doesn’t see, he comes up behind me, rubbing his hands on my butt as the t shirt rides up slightly with my outstretched arms.
“I thought I told you not to pack underwear this weekend?” Am I staying for the whole weekend? He flicks the band at my hip, I smile, pouring the wine into the glass, I take a sip & turn to face him
“Technically, I didn’t pack them, I wore these here” I say innocently “Well for about seven seconds” He laughs, pinching my rear, he pulls the edges of my g string, sliding them down my legs, with a cheeky grin, I obligingly step out of them, as he stands back up he cups my butt pulling me in close
“That’s better” He kisses my nose, releasing me to cook dinner.
Dinner is delicious, he’s a good cook & I wonder where he learnt how to cook, but I don’t want to ask because I don’t want to ask personal questions & get attached to him, which I will if he tells me he learnt from like his dying mother or something. We keep our conversation safe, nothing about our pasts or what we plan for future, just general chit chat I wonder how long that can last?
“Do you want to watch a movie?”
“Sure, you pick one, I’ll get us more drinks” I walk to the fridge to grab him another bottle of beer & myself another glass of wine. Conner is stretched out on the couch when I come back, with the remote in his hand, one arm under his head, he looks so casual & sexy in just his boxer briefs, he catches me staring at him with the drinks in my hand.
“You alright?” He asks with a little concern in his voice & starts sitting up to make room for me, I blush Forfucksake! He grins at the sight of my reddening face, realising that nothing is wrong.
“Just admiring” I try to say casually & sexily, but I sound a little stupid but he grins from ear to ear, I pass him the beer, sitting on the couch, my bare ass sticks to it & I realise I’m going to have to be careful if I don’t want to make fart noises as I move
“Oh Yeah? How was the view?”
“Pretty sexy” he chuckles
“So is mine!” He leans over & kisses me, but as he does he puts his cold beer on my leg, I jump & hit his hand away, he cracks up laughing then presses play on the movie. He’s put on The Wedding Singer! I can’t help but smile, it’s one of my favourite movies, Adam Sandler is hilarious, he interrupts my thoughts “Is this movie ok? It’s one on my favourites” I gape at him, we have something in common!
“Me too.” I laugh, quoting my favourite line “I have a microphone & you don’t…”
“…so you will listen to every damn word I have to say” he finishes for me laughing. He leans in the corner of the couch, pulling me back to rest against him, between his legs. It feels so coupley & I can’t help but wonder if it means as much to him as it does me? As much as I keep trying to pretend we are just fuck buddies, I can’t stop thinking about how much I want more & all these little gestures keep making me think he does too.
I’m too distracted to watch the movie & take it in, I’m not even aware when Conner starts rubbing my arm, I’m already in too deep with him. His hands explore their way under his t shirt, across my belly & up to my breasts, I shift a little so he can pull my shirt up & have free reign with what he finds under there. He gently plays with my nipples & rubbing my breasts in a circular motion then he drags his fingers down the side of body & across my pubic line, my body reacts with a little convulsion, he laughs. He sits up, pushing me forward & tugs the t shirt over my head, he pulls me back to lean against him again, I now feel his erection in my back. His legs link around my own, the one on the couch pinning my leg against the backrest, his other leg links around my other leg much the same but he pulls it off the couch so my legs are spread wide.
“Put your hands behind my head.” He whispers seductively in my ear, I obey & moan as the movement pushes my breasts into his hands & leaves me feeling exposed. His hands work their magic over my nipples making me so horny & wanting, I can feel his breath increasing in my ear, which is a turn on its self, knowing that my body is turning him on, he flattens his hands & gently rubs my nipples in an up & down motion. “I want to make you come like this again” I groan so loudly, his words igniting a pre orgasm sensation, I want him to make me come, but I also want him inside me while he does, it’s so hard to decide which way I want Conner. I don’t get much time to think about it, I’m writhing against his body as much as I can, with my legs pinned down so far apart
“Oh God…” He doesn’t stop, it all feels so good, as I arch my back, pushing my breasts further into his hands, my breathing becomes short & fast, he takes this opportunity as he knows I’m about to come, to tweak my nipples, once… twice & I scream out “Conner… FUCK!” as I orgasm, Conner moves his hands down my sides, causing that same convulsion as before, he circles my clit with one hand & slips two fingers in me with the other, I don’t think I can’t stand it, my body instantly builds again, or has it not even stopped coming yet? I am just making noise, it’s incomprehensible, I try to close my legs, Conner keeps me pinned down, I want move my hands but it feels so good that I can’t bring myself to move them, I tug on his hair, as I scream out again & again, expletives, his name, moans, Ahhhs, I come again within the shortest amount of time. Conner feels me go limp against him & stops stimulating my clitoris but his fingers slowly move inside me. I am puffing so loud, it feels like I may never get my breath back. I am vaguely aware of Adam Sandler singing ‘somebody kill me’ as Conner takes his fingers out of me, running them up my belly, between my breasts, up my neck, leaving a damp trail as he slips it into my mouth,
“See how good you taste?” HolyFuckingShit! That’s so weird, yet so kinky, I start sucking his fingers “Mmmmm, that is so fucking hot Kristie” I’m so glad he can’t see me blush, although it’s such a regular occurrence, that I think he should be used to it by now, even if we’ve only really been together two nights.
He doesn’t release my legs straight away, my arms haven’t been able to move from above his head, Conner caresses my breasts again, this time not in an effort to make me come but just to appreciate them, his tickling my skin all over & it feels so amazing. I am so limp when he does release my legs but they just stay where they were & he has to help move my arms back down to my sides, he wraps his arms around me & he goes back to watching the movie as if nothing has happened.
I am being jostled around, I realise its Conner getting up from behind me off the couch, Shit, I must have fallen asleep! The TV is off, he’s now standing over me, I’m only slightly aware that I am completely naked & vulnerable, he bends to pick me up under my knees & back He’s never going to be able to carry me. I try to protest but I am still so blissfully weak & sleepy, that my protests go unnoticed or ignored by Conner & I give in. Once I’m in his strong arms, I nuzzle into his neck, as he walks me to his bedroom with ease, he puts me in his bed, I snuggle straight into the covers, he gets into bed behind me, spooning me, holding me so tight, I fall straight back to a deep sleep.