The Singles, Chapter 2
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***Please note: this chapter is a continuation of The Singles, Chapter 1, and is not intended to stand on its on. Reading the preceding chapter first is strongly recommended.***
I opened my eyes and stretched, realizing suddenly that I'd nodded off. I always find it disorienting when I fall asleep during the day; it takes a bit for me to reset my brain to what day it is, morning/afternoon/evening etc. After a few seconds to clear my head, I decided from the greyish light coming through the window that it was early evening, which meant I hadn't slept long, maybe an hour at most depending on how long Darren and I had spent fucking. I was still lying on my side in the middle of the bed where I'd collapsed earlier, Darren's arms still wrapped around my waist, his cock, soft and shrivelled now, was no longer inside me, which was a bit of a disappointment. I wriggled carefully out of his embrace, trying not to disturb him. After all, he'd earned his rest with his performance earlier. I couldn't suppress a smile at that thought. No one had made me see stars like that in years, and in fact my face still felt a bit flushed. I certainly hadn't expected the day to turn out this way when he picked me up that morning!
Not that there had never been sparks between us. He'd first caught my eye when I was about 14. He hung around a lot with my brother Sean, which meant that I saw him quite often when he visited. They'd usually spent their time either sitting at the table with a board game or in front of the TV playing video games, and I'd spent a lot of time watching Darren. The couple times they'd included me in their board games had left me too distracted to concentrate on the game properly, so they stopped asking, but they had also resulted in hormone-filled self-exploration those nights. I had never told Darren that my first orgasms as a teenager were to thoughts of him; not exactly something that came up in general conversation! In spite of a teenage girl's steamy fantasies, I can't truthfully say I had any romantic feelings toward him. He was my big brother's friend, then he was with Tanis, and my feelings moved on elsewhere. Still, Darren was a good-looking guy; tall, slim, athletic, and those eyes! It had been very easy to fall into his arms when the opportunity arose. The question remained, what now? He was clearly a little off-balance from our encounter, and I didn't want to leave him believing things stood any differently between us than they ever had. Well, that talk could wait until he woke up, at least.
I managed to slide out of his grip without waking him up, retrieving my robe from where it had been tossed some time during our activities earlier. I couldn't recall exactly how or when Darren had ripped it off me, but I guess I had been a little distracted at the time. I headed for the shower for a quick rinse, and when I returned, toweling my hair with my robe hanging loosely over my shoulders, Darren was just stirring. "Hey, you sexy beast," I said as he sat up. "It's 7:30. Evening," I told him as he looked around a little muzzily. "We were out about an hour, best I can tell. You hungry?"
"Definitely," he answered immediately. "Didn't have much for lunch, plus we worked up quite an appetite too, didn't we?"
I had to laugh at that. "Yeah, that was...quite a workout. The problem with being a dedicated single is it can be a fair bit of work to get laid sometimes. And getting a session like that is pretty rare. Anyway, you can hop into the shower for a quick rinse if you want, I'll order a pizza."
By the time Darren came back, I had placed the order, and dried and brushed my hair. I decided to stay with the theme of the day by leaving the robe in the bedroom and prepping for supper nude. Darren gave me another appreciative look as he wandered into the living room dressed to match me. He had confessed in the past that Tanis had rarely (closer to never) been casually naked around the house, and he was clearly enjoying the display today. I joined him on the couch, lying back with my feet in his lap, and we chatted a bit about the significance of the day's events. I was pleased to know that he wasn't reading anything into it, that he had just gone with the moment, same as I had.
"Thanks for clearing that up," he told me. "I know that you always talk about not looking for anything in terms of a relationship, but I'm used to people attaching something to it once they sleep together. Would be so nice to be able to have access to sex regularly, and just have fun with it."
"Deal," I told him, tossing him a wink when he looked at me with surprise. "I could do with more of the same, and I know I wouldn't have to worry about complications with you. I'd be happy to take advantage of that sexy body of yours without getting tied down. You know how it is with my career. I just don't have the time or energy to settle down and have a family."
He looked at me thoughtfully for a while. "I guess I could handle doing this again from time to time," he said, continuing to massage my feet. Just then, the door buzzer sounded, announcing the pizza guy. I buzzed him through, then retrieved the money from my purse. I was just putting my wallet back when he knocked at the door. "One minute," I called, looking desperately around for a cover-up. Realizing the closest clothing was my robe in the bedroom, I gave Darren a mischievous look. "Fuck it," I told him. "Watch this!" I opened the door as I was, and the look on the young driver's face was totally worth it, especially when I opened the door wider to bring in the pizza and he caught a glimpse of Darren on the couch, as naked as I was. I sent him on his way with a laugh and a nice tip. "Made his day, didn't I?" I quipped.
"Sure did," Darren replied. "Now bring that sexy...pizza over here. And your sexy bod too."
I did as requested, noticing as I set the pizza d own that Little Darren was standing at attention again. "Put that away," I told him with mock-disgust. "Can't you see people are going to be eating here?" He laughed and we sat down to eat.
After the pizza, I sent him out to grab some popcorn and rent a couple movies, giving him one of my Guest Parking Passes at the same time, which would allow him to park past 1:00 AM without getting towed. By the time he got back, I had finished tidying up our supper mess and had the living room prepped for movie night. As expected, he'd picked one action movie and one romantic comedy; "one for me, one for you" as he told me with a grin. Gee, not hard to tell he'd been married for a while! As he set the movie cases down by the player, I grabbed a popcorn packet and headed for the kitchen. "I'll take care of this, you get your clothes off and then pour some drinks." He did as directed, clearly glad that clothing was continuing to be optional well into the evening. Soon we were settled naked on the couch under a light blanket, munching happily on popcorn.
He'd chosen well, I had to admit as I got up to put in the second movie, the "chick flick" as he called it. He motioned for me to lean back against him, resting his arms loosely around my waist. I rested my hand on his knee, occasionally stroking his thigh as the movie ran. I felt him getting hard, once or twice bumping his stiffening cock with my elbow, and I smiled to myself; our fun clearly wasn't over yet. About halfway through the movie, I took hold of one of his hands, tugging it gently upward from where it rested on my stomach. He took the hint (such a gooood boy, and a fast learner too!), gliding his hand upward to cup one of my breasts. I shivered with anticipation as he gently pinched my nipple; my tits had been the one part of me that had been almost completely ignored during our first session, and the poor girls were feeling a little left out, so they were glad for the attention, and showed it by stiffening up even harder than Darren's dick, or so it felt at the time. I leaned my head back and gave him a quick kiss, turning my attention back to the movie. My left hand, however, continued its journey up and down his thighs, each time going a little higher up until at last I ran my hand teasingly over his cock, which immediately went from nearly-erect to full attention. Darren didn't acknowledge the touch, but he kept up the wonderful titty-massage, switching hands from time to time to make sure neither of them got lonesome. It was definitely having an effect on me, and before long I was stoking his dick continuously with one hand, holding his hand against my chest with the other.
Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I rolled onto my side, reaching up to give him an intense kiss, and our tongues swirled together briefly before I broke the kiss. I immediately ducked my head down under the blanket to give his beautiful member some up-close-and-personal attention. We had been a little awkward and anxious in the shower earlier, but now I had the chance to him a proper performance, and I really wanted to show him what I was capable of orally. Not to brag -- or come across as a slut -- but I'd had enough casual sex over my single years to pick up a few tricks and perfect them, so I knew he was about to receive a blowjob that would far surpass anything Tanis had ever done for him. I began by gently licking and kissing my way up and down his shaft while still stroking gently with my hand, which was enough to start him rolling his hips along with my rhythm. When I slowly slid my lips over the head, using my tongue to maintain a bit of tightness, he groaned softly and laced his fingers through my hair. I could tell he was fighting the urge to pull my face down hard, so I did the opposite, releasing him completely before doing it again. Again and again I engulfed his engorged dickhead, each time sliding a bit farther down before pulling back. Finally I was as far as I could go comfortably, so I held him there for a bit, using my tongue on the sensitive underside. Curling my lips back, I used my tongue on the bottom and slid my teeth along the top as I withdrew again; Darren gasped at the sudden stimulation, bucking his hips upward. "Down boy!" I instructed him as I went back to work, moving my head up and down more quickly now. I didn't take long before he started tensing up, and I knew his orgasm was just around the corner, which left me with a bit of a dilemma. He'd already cum twice today, and I didn't want to waste his resources when I had no idea yet how many times he'd be able to get it up, but on the other hand, I knew that Tanis would never have let him cum in her mouth, so that would be a nice treat for him.
Choosing to take my chances, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft, took him as far in my mouth as I could, and slid back up with a strong, even suction. Three more times and Darren clenched his fist in my hair and bucked violently, filling my mouth with cum. I continued sucking until he was dry, then kissed my way up his chest and nuzzled into his neck. I noticed the credits rolling on the TV screen and wondered idly how the movie had ended. Darren certainly didn't seem all that concerned about it, as he tossed the blanket on the floor slid out from under me. I was a little confused when he stood up and started pulling on my feet, but I finally got what he was doing as he positioned me with my hips up on the arm of the couch, my head lower on the seat cushion, and my legs draped over his shoulders as he knelt at the end of the couch and dove in. I have to say, I was impressed. I mean, most guys will go down on a girl, because they've learned it's one of the best ways to get her wet and ready, but not many in my experience enjoy cunnilingus for its own sake. Darren was certainly one of the latter, I realized as he ate me out with the same eagerness he had shown in the bedroom. And with pretty much the same result, too. The position opened me wide up to his tongue, and allowed him to use more pressure than I'm usually treated to, so in no time I was squirming with extreme arousal, holding a bunched-up corner of the blanket against my face in a habitual attempt to keep from making too much noise (I DO have neighbours, after all). This time, however, he backed off before I came. My disappointment faded in a hurry though when he stood up and plunged inside me, the angle meaning that the head of his dick stroked my G-spot with each stroke. Add one of his hands pinching my nipple and the thumb of his other hand on my clit, and I was off like a rocket. My orgasm hit my like a wave of pure pleasure and I thrashed wildly on the couch, oblivious for the time being to anything but the sensation filling my body. I regained my senses enough to feel Darren lifting my feet as he climbed over the arm of the couch and entered me again with his full weight on top of me. Oh. My. God! My ankles were beside my ears, opening me up for the deepest penetration he'd given me yet. Supported only by his knees on the arm of the couch, and his shoulders resting on my calves, each stroke came crashing down like a hammer, driving the breath from my lungs. I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't see, as another orgasm hit me. I was floating outside my own body, swept away on a cloud of ecstasy. As if from a great distance, I heard myself screaming at the top of my lungs as my body went into full orgasmic overload. I lost count, I was beyond able to count as multiple orgasms ripped through my battered body. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt Darren shift his weight forward, burying his face in my neck, lifting his knees clear of the couch, almost standing us on our heads as he spilled his seed inside me one more time.
He collapsed on top of me, and when my attempts to bring my legs back to where they belonged rolled us both off the couch and onto the floor with a thud, I knew we were done for the night. After a few minutes, I regained enough strength to drag myself to the bathroom, after which we both staggered into the bedroom where we cuddled for a while, enjoying the sensation of warmth and skin against skin. "So," I said after a while. "What do we do now? Do I just give you a key or something so you can drop in whenever we're in the mood?"
He caught the trace of irony in my voice. "I don't know," he said honestly. "This is your space. I don't want to intrude on your space too much. It certainly wouldn't work for me to move in, with only the one bedroom and everything all made up as your own space. Living together like that could too easily start to feel like we're trying to make this into something it isn't"
I had to agree. "You have something else in mind?"
"That depends," he answered. "How attached are you to this place? I was thinking idly that we could go together on a place with enough room for us to have our own distinct areas, but still able to do stuff together without needing to plan ahead." He laughed suddenly. "Sounds almost like student housing all over again."
He rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow. "So, Melissa," he asked me with a mock-serious look on his face. "Will you be my roomie?"
"I'll think about it," I said, kissing him gently before snuggling in to sleep. The idea had merit. I would definitely give it some thought.