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The Last Nice Guy in Town

By: Stefan_J



Connor Anderson was hunched over and scribbling furiously in his notebook when the bell above the door jingled. For the last hour he'd been on a roll, he was in his fourth year of college studying Psychology and he supplemented his school fees and living expenses by working nights at the local liquor store. Being a Monday night, it had been slow and not at all steady, so he'd been able to get a lot of work done on his thesis while getting paid at the same time.

Looking up at the customer that had just entered, he could tell two things about her straight off. 

One: She was incredibly cute. Wearing a skin-tight, canary-yellow top that hugged the generous curves of her breasts and a midnight-black mini-skirt that barely covered her thighs; she could turn the head of a man in traction. Her skin appeared pale in the fluorescent light and her face had been lightly applied with make-up, but what really grabbed his attention was her hair, it was simply lovely. Blond with strawberry highlights, it was tucked back into a simple and efficient pony-tail that bobbed up and down as she walked.

Two: She was underage, she looked twenty-two or twenty-three the way she was dressed and the way her face was done up, but her eyes gave her away. They flickered ever so slightly in his direction as she strode over to the spirits section and plucked a bottle of Vodka from the shelf. 

Customers rarely did two of the things she just did. They rarely look at you when they enter the store, and they never look at you nervously if they do. Only in his experience would a girl that looked as young as she did walk directly over and pick up a bottle that fast. No browsing, no casual checking the prices of all the different types of Vodka, she just grabbed what she wanted and brought it over to the counter.

She gave him a quick smile and placed the bottle next to his Psychology text book.

"Just this one, please," she said, her voice soft and sad. She already had a note in her hand which was another giveaway. Customers never have their money ready to pay for their things, and that's a universal truth, not a generalization.

Connor almost let her off the hook. Her entire demeanor conveyed a melancholy that he couldn't miss, and his heart went out to her. He could let her go, but it would be wrong.

"I'll just need to see some I.D. thanks."

What little of a smile that was on her face was whisked away in the blink of an eye, and she dropped her eyes down to her hands and studied them for a long moment.

"I don't suppose the old 'it's in the car' ruse would work, would it?" There was no trace of humor in her voice at all.

"I'm really sorry, but I could lose my job if I sell it to you and I really can't afford for that to happen."

"It's okay," she said, lifting her gaze to his face and flashing him a somewhat sexy smile.

It was hard not to let his line of sight drift downwards to her breasts, they were simply mouthwatering. Round and well-shaped, they were like the negative version of a magnet and his eyes the positive, but somehow he resisted the force of their magnetism and kept his eyes on her face. Not that it was any hardship, far from it; she had one of the prettiest faces he'd ever seen.

"So you're taking Psychology are you?" she asked, tapping his open text book with her index finger.

"Uh...yeah, I'm in my fourth year at the moment, working on my thesis right now as a matter of fact."

"So you're going to be a psychologist when you finish then, huh?"

She seemed genuinely interested, or was it that she just appeared to seem genuinely interested? He couldn't tell, sometimes his logic circuits blew when he was around a pretty girl, and this occasion was no exception. 

"I sure hope so; I'm not doing four years of studying just to work in Larry's Liquorland the rest of my life."

Then, before he could speak or tell her to stop, she walked around the counter and slipped her arms around his waist. Before he knew what was happening she moved her hands around to his ass and began to grope and squeeze it.

"So if I were a nymphomaniac, you'd be the one to come and see for that, would you?" she asked, her stare hot and simmering.

Connor was simply speechless, this was the most bizarre and incredible incident that had happened to him in his two year tenure at Larry's Liquorland, and he'd seen a lot of strange shit.

"I...you...well, ahem, it would depend on whether your promiscuity was disrupting your daily life or harming you in any way, either physically or psychologically. Plus, I'm not qualified to determine any of that yet."

"I'll make it easy for you to diagnose me, okay?"

Connor was about to tell her that maybe she should get around the other side of the counter, when she suddenly let go of his ass and with a small jump sat herself up on the counter, facing him and spreading her legs wide apart. 

"Give me your hand, Connor."

How did she...? Oh right, the nametag. 

Swallowing, he held his hand out and she slipped hers lightly around his wrist, urging it forward and into the dark area under her skirt. Trembling slightly, his hand touched the warm flesh of her inner-thigh and she released her grip on him, allowing him free movement and to be able to stroke her soft skin. Since she'd entered his field of vision his cock had been starting to rise – it was now at full salute and as hard as granite.

"Hmm, that feels nice. Now, good girls wear panties don't they, Connor. But nasty little sluts, well, they don't wear panties at all, they only get in the way of cock. I think you should check to make sure what I am – a good little girl or a filthy slut."

As his hand moved further and further towards the ultimate goal, she reached over and began to caress his shoulders and his neck, kneading and massaging his tingling skin.

She moaned softly when his fingers finally found her sex. Instead of being rough like most guys were, he gently traced his index finger along the folds of her lips. She was warm and soft, and he wanted nothing more than to slide his finger deep inside her. But he didn't, he just stroked her lightly and savored the sensation of her pussy.

"You like that, huh?" she asked with a teasing smile.

"Whoa yeah."

"Imagine how fucking it would feel, sliding your cock deep inside me and pounding away, I'll even let you cum in me if you like. All you have to do is turn your head away as I leave, and maybe after fucking me you'll forget all about the bottle of Vodka you had sitting on the counter."

And that's when it hit him like a fist slamming into his face. What he was doing was wrong, it was dead wrong! 

His fingers jerked back from her pussy as if scalded and he backed away from her. She had a startled look in her eyes and her hands jumped from his shoulders.

Shaking his head back and forth he cursed himself silently. He knew that there was something wrong with her, that she wasn't thinking straight, and he'd almost taken advantage of her. 

"What?" she asked, all trace of the sex kitten had blown away and the air of sadness had returned.

"That isn't who you are, you're not like that and you know it."

"How could you possibly know that?" She wasn't even angry, she was just miserable looking. "For all you know I could be every bit the slut that I state I am, you felt for yourself, I don't have any underwear on."

He walked over to her and pressed his hands against both her knees, easing her legs closed. Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her from the counter, doing it in a formal and businesslike manner.

"So," she persisted, "why don't you want to fuck me?"

He sighed inwardly, if only she knew how much he wanted to, that if she so much as reached out and grabbed him he'd probably be a goner.

"Do you promise not to interrupt me if I tell you?"

She nodded her head slowly.

"Okay, first of all, your panties, it doesn't mean a thing. You could simply have run out of clean underwear, or, sometime tonight you had a run in with a guy, which by the way, doesn't mean you're a slut. I'm thinking that maybe you were fooling around with your boyfriend and that something happened, your nose is slightly red as if you've been rubbing at it with a tissue and I can tell that you've reapplied makeup around your eyes. You've been crying.

"Add to this the fact that you're wearing a bra, it doesn't make sense. Guys have more trouble with bras than panties, I know I do, so you're more likely to go completely loose if you're going to slut yourself around town."

"Okay, you've figured out I'm not that much of a slut, I'm just not a very fuckable girl am I?"

"Are you kidding? Look at you, you're the epitome of my every fantasy."

That made her smile and it looked completely genuine. Her entire face transformed when the corners of her mouth tilted upwards and all he wanted to do was reach out and kiss her.

"So c'mon, if I'm so fuckworthy why won't you do it? A girl has pride you know and I'm kind of curious, it's not every day I get turned down for sex."

"Okay, one," he said, holding up his index finger, "a scenario springs to mind. I give you the alcohol and you drink it all straight away, you drive home and you crash, killing yourself or someone else."

"I didn't dri–"

"Two," he interrupted, holding his middle finger going up. "I fuck you and you take the alcohol home and no harm is done, right?"

"Right," she said, nodding.

"Wrong. What if later on down the track you're behind on your rent or you owe money on your credit card? Your waitress salary, or whatever your job is, isn't bringing in enough to cover either and you need to make some money on the side. You cast your mind back to today and realize that simply by fucking me you got something, so maybe you decide to do it for money next time. 

"Only now you realize that you can make more money in a day by lying on your back than you can by waiting tables for a week, and that's with tips. So you decide to do it full-time, only now you're beginning to get a little bit sore because you're fucking so many guys, nothing a little medication won't fix.

"Only the medication starts to become immune to you body, so you have to up the ante and go to the hard stuff – ecstasy, heroin, cocaine – but that costs so much that you have to fuck more guys to get it, and eventually it snowballs until you're lying facedown in a pool of your own vomit in the back of some dive after blowing some guy for a fifty, a needle sticking out of your arm and you're dead – over-dosed."

She was staring at him with wide-eyed wonder and her mouth was hanging agape. She was still one of the most desirable women he'd ever met but he couldn't do it, either of those scenarios could come true, and in fact, most probably the second.

"You know, you'll make a great psychologist one day," she said. It looked like she might start crying any second.

"That's what I'm hoping, and if I had sex with you, I could be helping you destroy yourself and the whole idea of what I want to do is to heal people. You're not like that, I can tell just by looking at you. You're a gorgeous young girl that's just a little bit mixed up at the moment, it happens to all of us, and you really don't want to do this."

All of a sudden tears began to stream out of her eyes and down her cheeks, just watching her cry choked him up and he had to swallow his own tears back.

Stepping forward, he slid his arms around her and hugged her tightly, a part of him cursing whatever had caused her to become this upset, yet simultaneously enjoying having such a lovely girl in his arms. 

With college and work on his plate he didn't have a lot of time for socializing, he was 22-years-old and the last relationship he'd been in that had been sexual was over a year ago. A whole year without holding onto a girl and he suddenly realized just how much he missed the sensation.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she sobbed into his shirt, clutching him and pressing her body tightly against his. She was trembling slightly and it did nothing but slide her breasts up and down against his chest, causing his cock to jerk in his pants.

Christ, you're such an insensitive bastard, he screamed in his head.

After a few minutes she pulled her head away from his shoulder but didn't disentangle herself from him. She stared up into his eyes and managed a weak smile.

"You might possibly be the last decent guy in town, Connor. But tell me this, were you tempted, even just a little?"

He lifted a hand to her face and wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of his shirt, smiling at her.

"Believe me, you tested every moral bone in my body tonight. If anyone could have turned me to the dark side, it would've been you."

She laughed softly. "I think you just paid me a compliment, didn't you? It was kind of hard to tell."

Reaching behind her head with his right hand, he slid it gently over her pony-tail and played lightly with her hair. Then he moved his face towards hers and pressed his mouth against her soft lips, kissing her as tenderly as possible. After a few seconds of hesitation she kissed back, and for a moment they were both lost in soft murmurs and sliding tongues. 

Before his lust took over he stopped and pulled his lips away from hers. They were shiny and wet, and after a moment her tongue darted out and licked at them.

"I'm going to close the shop up early and drive you home okay, you're in no condition to drive, you can leave your car in the lot for the night."

"I walked here, I don't have my car."

"Okay, just let me close up and then I'll dash you home."

She smiled at him and then moved her body away from his. As soon as the warmth of her body and the soft push of her breasts were gone, a pang of sorrow ebbed through him. 

If he hadn't stopped her he probably would've been inside her right now, sliding in and out of her, fucking her and enjoying every second of it. Doing the right thing sure was difficult sometimes. But it was also rewarding, because he knew that he could live with himself and sleep at night with a clear conscience.

"Okay, that'd be nice," she said softly. "My name is Sophie by the way, Sophie Miller.

"Connor Anderson, pleased to meet you Sophie Miller."

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

It was Monday night again and Connor walked into the store at five minutes to five o'clock. He started his shift at five and worked till midnight Monday to Friday, then on weekends he usually labored over his build-up of Psychology work. 

"Mr. Anderson," Larry slowly drawled at him from behind the counter. "We missed you."

Connor just shook his head and laughed. Larry was one of the biggest Matrix fans around and had probably thought more than once about changing his last name to Smith so that Connor could call him 'Agent Smith'. In fact, Connor loved being called Mr. Anderson because it was only one step removed from being Doctor instead of Mister.

"My name...is Neo," he shot back with a grin.

"Touché. So, how was your short, one week sabbatical my little psycho compadre?"

"Oh it was fun, I had a ball. I got to sit at my desk all day and do my thesis, but thanks Larry, I owe you one."

Larry waved a hand at him. "Nah, you're my best worker Connor, if you don't keep your good workers happy then you're apt to turn them into a bad apple, too."

Connor had taken the last week off because his thesis was almost due and he'd needed more time to spend on it. Larry, thank god, had insisted that he take the time off even though he knew that he was eventually going to lose his employee due to it. 

They'd become good friends over the last two years, and their boss/staff relationship had grown beyond that and into something more comfortable. They both liked the other's personalities and they agreed on so many things, so their friendship had bloomed quite rapidly.

"Alright," Larry said, making his way towards the door, "it's been a pretty slow day so there's not a lot you can do. Maybe stock the fridges and face the store, but really, take a load off, I don't mind."

"Thanks Larry, I'm fucked after doing my thesis (there weren't any customers in the store, he never swore if there were) and a little bit of rest won't go astray."

"Goodbye...Mr. Anderson," Larry said in his Smith voice, but then halted as his hand reached for the doorknob. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you."

"What's that?"

"This fantastic looking blond came in the other day asking for you, she wanted to know what day you were working next. When I told her you had the week off and you wouldn't be back until Monday, she wanted to know your phone number. Naturally I couldn't give it to her, but I was able to let her know that tonight was your next shift. Christ Connor, I sure wouldn't mind young hotties like that chasing after me, you lucky bastard. God, she had these tits that just begged to be squee–"

"Goodbye Larry," Connor interjected.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up. Catch ya later, Mr. Anderson."

The door closed with a jingle and Connor was left to wander his thoughts in silence.

Over the past week his mind had gone off on a tangent as he worked on his thesis, images of Sophie had flashed through his thoughts all too often and he'd frustrated himself with fantasies of jumping in his car and speeding over to her house.

When he'd dropped her home they'd sat in the car for a moment, neither of them saying boo to one another. After they'd basked in the comfortable silence for a little while, she'd moved gracefully in her seat and slipped her hand against the side of his face, leaned over the center console and given him one of the most sensual and hottest kisses he'd ever received. 

To say he'd fallen hard would be an understatement. And, he thought as he rubbed at his stiffening erection, as literal as much as it was metaphorical.

As the night wore on he became increasingly nervous, until finally he decided that she simply wasn't going to show up. Maybe it was best if he let it go and didn't try to contact her. Sure, there was something about her that appealed to him, but it was probably best to let sleeping dogs lie.

And then, at five minutes to twelve, as he was turning the outside neon sign off, the bell above the door jingled and in she walked. 

"Hi," she said, smiling cutely at him. She walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Hi yourself," he replied. "You look so...different."

And she did. Instead of wearing a mini-skirt that barely covered her crotch and a skin hugging top, she'd donned a pair of pale blue jeans and a white cotton t-shirt with the words 'Heart Breaker' written across her breasts. Much to his delight her strawberry-blond hair remained tied back into a pony-tail, and the only makeup she wore was a light-pink lipstick that seemed to go incredibly well with her pale skin. 

It wasn't just physical changes either, her face didn't look tight or worried, and the sadness had seemed to have eked out of her eyes and in its place was an infectious sparkle. 

While some guys went for the tarted up look, Connor had to admit that he preferred the sweet young girl look better, because it perfectly contrasted the way she carried herself. There was an air of confidence in how she moved, most likely the result of years of having guys lust after her body and telling her how sexy she was.

"Different good or different bad?" she asked, cocking her head.

"Definitely a good different."

They both stood there for a few moments and looked at each other, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen between them. He wanted her, pure and simple, but did she want him?

"You know...the other night, that wasn't me. I mean, I'm an extremely sexual person but I really wasn't thinking straight. Any other guy would've torn my clothes off and fucked me right over the counter without so much as a second thought."


The Last Nice Guy in Town



"You wouldn't believe how close I came to doing that, I'm not a saint Sophie, I'm not even close."

"But you didn't, did you? And I don't want you to be a saint, I don't want you to be some perfect guy, perfect is boring. Besides, I have this massive crush on you now and if you stood there and told me that I didn't have an iota of an effect on you, that you didn't want to touch me, I'd be hurt."

She leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and shoved her body forcefully against his. One of his hands drifted to her waist while the other slid up the side of her body and cupped the back of her head, fingering and playing with her pony-tail. 

"You like my hair, don't you?" Sophie asked softly.

"I love your hair, especially the strawberry streaks you have through it."

Connor angled his face towards hers and he kissed her wetly on the mouth, sliding his tongue in between her lips and seeking out hers. Upon finding it he sucked at it gently and moaned softly into her mouth. 

Simply from kissing her and the sensation of her warm body pressed to his sent shivers up his spine and he began to harden instantly. He tried to hide his erection from her, but she pressed her right thigh tightly against it and began to rub from side to side, intentionally trying to work him up more.

"You know what I think?" she asked with a pant, breaking the kiss. 

"What?"

"I think that you should check to see if I'm wearing panties. For all you know this could be another attempt at seducing you for a bottle of alcohol."

"Look, I don't think that it's necessa–"

"Check," she said, cutting him off.

"If I have to, I have to," he said with a grin.

"That's right, you have to. Sheesh, getting a guy to touch my pussy has never been such an ordeal."

Still playing with her pony-tail with one hand, he slipped his other hand from her waist to the front of her jeans. He pushed it down until he could feel the elastic band of her panties, then he withdrew it with a smile.

"Yup, you're wearing panties."

Sophie tried to keep a straight face but she couldn't, her frown turned into a grin and she started to laugh. Her arms were still wrapped around his neck and she slid her hands up into his hair, grabbing the sides of his head and playfully shaking it.

"They could be crotchless panties," she countered. "I think you better check the crotch to make sure."

"Is that right?"

"Damn straight, and I think you better thoroughly investigate this matter, we can't have women running around with crotchless panties."

Not wasting any time, he jammed his hand back inside her jeans and cupped it against her mound, stroking and rubbing at her pussy through the moist cloth. 

As his hand stroked her between the legs, she moved her mouth back to his and began kissing him hot and hard, while all the time rubbing her thigh against his crotch to keep him nice and stiff.

The cloth of her panties became even damper as her hips began to slide against his hand, the plump lips of her pussy urging him to rub harder, faster, and a part of him wanted to do exactly what she'd said before: to take her over to the counter, tear her clothes off and fuck her senseless. 

Most of the time he considered himself to be a pretty nice guy, but when a girl came onto him as much as Sophie was, his powers of control waned somewhat.

"What's the verdict?" she asked between kisses. 

"Jury's still out, I think I'm going to have to conduct a more thorough examination."

"Hmm, sounds good. How does my place sound, in my bedroom, in my bed?"

He groaned softly and with all his willpower managed to extract his hand from her jeans, his fingers dewy and slick.

"Sounds perfect."

"Good, because I want to conduct my own examination," she said, and then she grabbed his cock in her hand and squeezed it through his workpants. "My mouth and my pussy have rigorous tests planned for this, how does that sound?"

He kissed her which was answer enough, then he pulled away from her and moved around the shop quickly, turning off lights and making sure everything was as it should be for Larry in the morning.

Taking her hand in his, he walked her from the shop and over to his car, unlocking her door and opening it for her. 

"Always the perfect gentleman," she said, kissing him lightly. 

She pulled her face away and then looked down at the bulge in his pants and giggled. "Well, maybe not always."

Connor laughed and hurried around to his side of the car. As he unlocked his door he marveled at what was taking place, that a girl as pretty and sexy as Sophie wanted him. She smiled and blew him a kiss through the driver's side window – she really, really wanted him.

As he got in behind the wheel, she flashed him an even sweeter smile and slid her hand into his.

"You know, sometimes the nice guy does get the girl," she said.

"Yeah, sometimes...but the reverse is also true, sometimes the nice girl gets the guy."

She squeezed his hand tightly and then let it go.

"You have a way with words that makes a girl feel really appreciated, you know that, Connor?"

He gave a little shrug of embarrassment and then shifted the transmission into drive, released the park brake and then drove away. Destination: her house, her bedroom, her bed, her body, her pussy.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

Some would call Sophie's apartment messy, Connor preferred to think of it as lived-in. When a residency is sterile it's devoid of any charm at all, it has no character, so as he walked through her living room he enjoyed the fact that picture frames on the wall were skewed, a half-empty glass of wine sat on the coffee table and an assortment of magazines had fallen off the arm of the couch and onto the floor. It wasn't dirty, it was lived-in.

"Sorry about the mess," she said. "I'd say that I'm not usually like this, but I am, so why lie?"

"Don't be sorry, it looks great. I hate homes that are so clean you don't know if someone lives in them or if they're just keeping it as a shrine to some dead relative."

"That's an interesting way of looking at it," she said, grinning at his analogy.

After letting him gaze at her belongings for a few moments, she slipped her hand into his and led him from the living room and into the kitchen. If there was one place in a house that should sparkle, other than the toilet and bathroom, it was the kitchen. Thankfully, Sophie's kitchen did just that, it glimmered with the care of someone that systematically targeted the growth of bacteria. 

"Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked, opening the refrigerator and looking inside. "I have...white, by the looks of it."

"Uh...wine? Dare I ask how you got it?"

She slapped his chest playfully and let out a sweet laugh. "No, that was a once-only affair for me, but you'll kick yourself when I tell you how I bought it."

"So?" he prodded. "How did you buy it?"

"I'm twenty-five, Connor."

It took him a couple of seconds to register what she'd just said because it hadn't been what he'd expected. There was no way she could be twenty-five, she looked no older than nineteen if she was a day.

"Twenty-five?" he asked, a trace of skepticism in his voice.

"Yeah, would you like to see some I.D.?" Sophie teased.

"No, that's okay. You just look...so damn young though."

"Thanks, I'll take that as a nice, big compliment."

How could his radar have been off by so much? Six entire years he'd missed by. He was usually very good at picking who looked older than they were, and the opposite, who looked younger than their real age. 

"I'm so sorry," he said.

Connor took her in his arms and she snuggled into him. With her hands stroking his back, she pressed her warm cheek to his and grazed her lips against his ear. "Don't be sorry for something that wasn't your fault," she whispered.

"But it was my fault, if I hadn't asked you for I.D. then none of that would've happened."

"And you wouldn't be standing here in my arms. I'd be wallowing in my own self-pity instead of being minutes away from taking you into my bedroom and playing naughty games with you. I sure know what I'd rather. What about you, what would you be doing if you weren't here with me?"

"I'd be at home, alone, wallowing in my own self-pity," he admitted.

"Then we both win."

Sophie disentangled herself from Connor, grabbed two ice-cold flutes out of the fridge and filled them with an inexpensive chardonnay. Once the wine bottle had been returned to the refrigerator, she handed him a flute and started walking from the room.

"We'll enjoy the wine a lot more in the bedroom," she said over her shoulder.

Just as he was about to follow her he noticed the painting that had been magnetized to the fridge door. It looked as if a small child had painted it, the type where you had the stick-figure families and the traditional box-like houses with a triangle for a roof, plus a chimney – a curl of smoke spiraling from it, of course. Instead of a family there were just two figurines, one with 'Mommy' scrawled above and the other with 'Me', which was basically the same female figure as Mommy except half the size. 

Before Sophie noticed him missing he hurried out the door and into the connecting hallway. The door at the end of the hall was closed, while the doorway to what was obviously the master bedroom, which lay halfway, was open. 

When he entered the room his breath caught in his throat. Sophie was obviously a woman that went out of her way to create the perfect atmosphere for intimacy, and he had to admit that the scene before him turned him on more than walking into the room and simply finding her naked on the bed.

At all four corners of the room there were lava lamps set up, the light emitting from them was a pale blue while the globs of goop that floated in the aqua-colored water were a bright green. The lamps cast beautiful swirling reflections on all four walls and in many instances they over-lapped and created bizarre and wonderful patterns. There was a small sound system set up on an oak desk, softly playing soothing oceanic music and the squeaking echoes of dolphins through its tiny, yet high quality, speakers. 

The child-like painting on the refrigerator door was suddenly removed from his memory as he inhaled the sweet aroma of incense. Although the girls he'd bedded had all been lovely and accommodating, they'd never taken the initiative to set a scene as sexy as the one laid out in front of him. It was true that he was as much to blame as them, it just so happened that setting a scene as erotic as this had never even entered his mind.

Sophie finished turning down the sheets on her queen-sized bed and walked past him to close the door. She was still fully clothed and it occurred to him that he found her more beautiful with clothes on than most women who were naked. It wasn't exclusively her looks, although they were lovely, it was mostly the subtleties in her demeanor that made her allure so strong.

"What do you think of my room?" she asked, pressing her body against his and slipping her arms around his waist. 

After placing his wine glass on the oak desk, Connor's arms drifted around her waist and stroked her smooth back through her t-shirt. Her slim body was warm and supple, as soft and smooth to the touch as velvet.

"I think it's wonderful," he replied.

She angled her face towards his and their lips touched, an electric current passing between them as they slid their tongues into each other's mouths. It was a sexy kiss, filled with passion, desire and the right degree of lust that all great kisses require. 

"What about me?"

"I think you're absolutely beautiful," he answered.

"Good answer." 

A moan escaped his lips as her body rubbed even harder against his, the movement causing his hardened cock to slide back and forth against the crotch of her jeans. The t-shirt she was wearing accurately indicated exactly what must've happened a hundred times before they'd met – that she had broken many, many hearts. 

"Am I fuckworthy?"

"You could say that," he groaned.

"I did say that, but would you say it?"

"You're definitely worthy of a fuck."

"Another great answer," she admonished. "You're getting really good at this, Connor."

The swirling blue light from the lava lamps caused her face to turn strange colors and he found himself staring into her shimmering brown eyes. Her mouth lay open slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips as he tightened his hold on her and grinded his crotch roughly against hers.

Connor kissed her on the mouth again, this time harder, wetter, letting his hands slide down to her curvy ass as he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Each hand was filled with one of her ass cheeks, which he squeezed at playfully as he withdrew his tongue and kissed his way down her cheek towards her neck. A host of giggles escaped her lips as he nuzzled her throat, an audible gasp followed when he slipped his right hand down the front of her jeans and inside her panties.

The lips of her pussy were damp and his fingers stroked at her tenderly as they traced the outline of her slit. Connor was well and truly a pussy man. Some guys liked tits, others liked asses or legs, but his passion was the vagina. It was the focal point of a woman's pleasure, and he loved absolutely everything about it – its smell, look, taste and texture; everything. 

"Ask me a question," she moaned softly.

"What sort of question?"

"Something sexual, it can be as dirty and filthy as you like, I don't mind."

While he thought about something to ask her, he stopped massaging her pussy and pushed his middle finger in between her puffy lips. The interior of her pussy was extremely wet, it was so slick that his finger glided effortlessly in and out of her in nice, fast strokes.

"Wait, wait," she sighed. "It'll be way better if I don't have any pants on."

Connor extracted his hand from between her legs and brought it up to his lips, licking her scent from his finger as she removed her jeans and panties. It was a musky aroma and tasted as sweet as the juice from a peach. Once the offensive items had been removed, Sophie glanced down at her t-shirt and grabbed the hem.

"Why stop at my pussy? You may as well have better access to my tits, too."

The t-shirt slid from her body like she was shedding a second skin. Every movement she made seemed sexy and fluid, unlike some women whose actions became mechanical when it came time for disrobing. After the fabric had been peeled off and thrown nonchalantly onto the floor, all that remained was a white lacey bra that held two ripe and squeezable melons. 

"Would you like to do the honors?" she asked, turning around and pointing her bare ass at him. 

Bras are evil and nasty, created for the sole purpose to make guys look absolutely ridiculous when asked to remove one for the opposite sex. It took Connor about a minute of fumbling before the straps slid from her shoulders and the hateful piece of underwear fluttered to Sophie's feet. 

She turned back to him and her mouth curled into a teasing smile. "So you really do have trouble with them, you weren't just saying all that for my benefit. I may have to give you plenty of practice at it then," she paused and then added, "of course, just so you can get the hang of undoing them."

"Of course," he grinned. "So...where were we?"

"I think you were fingering me and I was enjoying it, that sound about right?"

"It sure does," he said. Without another word he moved closer to her body and pressed his hand between her legs, shoving his middle finger straight up into her slushy pussy. With his free hand he massaged and played with her breasts, alternating between one and the other, tugging gently at her large nipples which elicited sexy gasps and moans.

"Don't you have any questions you'd like to ask me?" she pouted.

"I do actually."

On one of his upward thrusts Sophie grabbed his wrist tightly and halted it in its tracks, the knuckles on either side of his middle finger resting firmly against the lips of her pussy. Connor looked at her questioningly and she just smiled a sly smile, winked at him and then rotated her hips slowly. In two seconds flat her pussy was slamming down on his hand, humping and grinding his finger deep into her body.

"Ask away," 

"Huh?" he asked, disorientated by the wonderful sight of her fucking his hand. 

"Ask your questions, silly," she laughed, seemingly delighted by the fact that she had such an overpowering effect on his ability to think.

"Oh right, I knew that. Uh...how long have you been planning this?"

"Since the night you dropped me off. I've been thinking about you ever since, you know, it's rare to find a guy as cute as you that's also decent. I used to think that the term 'decent guy' was an oxymoron, but I'm happy to be proven wrong. Anything else you'd like to know?"

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"About seven months ago. I have...complications in my life that make it rather difficult for guys to want to stick around. In fact, this directly relates to my sluttish behavior last week." 

"I wouldn't go so far as saying sluttish, I mean–"

"I was going to fuck you for a bottle of Vodka, I'd say that qualifies as being very slutty," she interrupted.

"Anyway, how did your behavior relate to your complications and sex life?"

"I hadn't been on a date in months, so Monday night I went out with this guy and when he found out I had a dau...when he found out something about me, he split."

By this time he'd already come to the conclusion that she had a daughter, but Connor supposed he didn't blame her from trying to keep it from him for the moment. Most guys as young as him found it extremely difficult to date a single mom, even one as lovely as Sophie. Connor wasn't typical though; he liked kids and found the prospect of being involved with a single mom kind of sexy, only he didn't quite know why. 

"I've been pretty sexually frustrated lately, so when I came into the store and you asked me for identification, you were so cute that I didn't think twice about fucking you. At that point I didn't really care if you gave me the alcohol or not, I wanted you primarily for the sex."

The fleshy sound of her pussy slapping against his hand began to interweave with the small sighs from her mouth and the echoing dolphin calls. The soft oceanic music that over-lapped the dolphins, mixed with the ambience from lava lamps, seemed to create the ultimate aphrodisiac. Sophie's gorgeous face and lustful body, the room, the uninhibited way she was reacting to him and the deep aroma of incense – all these things turned him on so much that the word aroused wasn't appropriate enough. It went beyond arousal and into some other territory, a place he'd never fantasized about yet now realized he should have. 

"God that feels so good," she mewled, her hips now fucking his hand in a blur of motion. She suddenly attacked his lips and her tongue searched feverishly within his mouth until it found his own, sucking at it hard. A long squeal of pleasure suddenly reverberated through his lips and tongue – both her arms clutched at him hard as her hips jerked spasmodically against his hand. After she stopped squealing she slid her pussy off his finger and pulled her mouth away from his. 

"Did you just cum?" he asked, out of breath and panting. Pussy juice had dribbled down his finger and the sticky substance had partially covered some of his palm.

"I had a teensy weensy orgasm," she replied. 

"You have small orgasms?"

"Don't you? Sometimes it feels really good and you cum without even thinking you're going to, other times, you can feel it building and it explodes out of your body like a bomb has gone off."

Connor nodded, he knew what she meant. 

"I'm not usually as easy as this," she said. "I've never had sex with a complete stranger and it usually takes a few dates before I'll take things this far. The thing is, I haven't been screwed in seven months and I'm at the end of my rope. You're sweet, cute and nice. I know if we date a few times we'll end up climbing into bed, so why wait?"




The Last Nice Guy in Town



"I haven't slept with a woman in over a year, I'm pretty sure I can empathize with your horniness."

"I bet you can," she replied, her mouth curling into her trademark teasing smile. "We're going to have so much fun together, but to do that we're going to have to remove these pesky clothes you're wearing."

While Connor undid his belt and took his pants off, Sophie unbuttoned his shirt and slid it from his shoulders. When they were both totally naked they stood in the centre of the room and admired what was on display. For the most part, her gaze lingered between his legs, the blue light managing to illuminate his cock just enough so that it was visible in all its hardness. Connor, however, couldn't keep his eyes on any one aspect of her body. It was all too exceptional for any one part to be devoted more time over another, she was simply stunning.

"C'mon, let's get on the bed so we can be more comfortable," he said, grabbing his flute from the desk and climbing onto the mattress.

Sophie slipped onto the mattress next to him, both of them laying on their sides and looking into one another's eyes. She grabbed her own flute from the bedside dresser and raised it in the air.

"To us," she said, tilting it against Connor's glass to produce a small 'ting'.

"To us," he repeated. They both took a sip of wine and then placed their glasses back on the bedside dresser.

Not wasting any time, Sophie shifted so that her body lay completely on top of his, her breasts pushing against his chest and the tips of her toes touching his ankles. It hadn't occurred to him earlier but Sophie was a great deal smaller than him, he'd been so engrossed with the rest of her that he hadn't even noticed. 

The entire length of his cock was wedged tightly between her thighs and a grin spread across her face as he squirmed around underneath her. The lava lamps, the soft music, her body – it all made him so hard that even the warmth of her smooth thighs could make him cum if he wasn't too careful.

"I'm not too heavy for you, am I?"

"Hell no, your body feels great, Sophie."

"So does yours. I have to tell you, I really can't wait until your cock is inside me. I've never met a guy like you, Connor. Last week, no guy would've done what you did. Do you know how utterly rare you are, forget seven months, I've been waiting a lot longer than that to be with someone like you."

"I think you give me way too much credit, I'm not that special."

"Well, I don't think you give yourself enough credit, and what I think is all that matters."

Connor laughed softly and kept her unwavering stare. He liked the fact that she didn't beat around the bush, that she said what was on her mind and didn't mince words. It was a quality that many people, if not all, severely lacked. 

Instead of sliding herself onto his erection like he'd anticipated, she brushed her lips against his and kissed him softly. There was an undercurrent of sensuality in the kiss, her tongue stabbed against his gently and sucked lightly, while her hands caressed his body lazily. It wasn't like before when he'd been fingering her, now it was all slow movements, each sensation was to be savored and explored instead of being unnecessarily rushed. 

Taking a leaf from her book, he slipped his hands around her waist and stroked the small of her back, letting his hands caress her smooth, warm skin with lazy circles, before finally sliding southward towards the curves of her ass. 

The torture of being kissed and touched in such a sexy way caused him to start rocking his cock back and forth between her thighs, allowing him to gain a certain amount of pleasure from the friction. Sophie's wet lips eased away from his and her tongue slid out of his mouth and down his cheek, licking its way along his jaw line until her lips made contact with his ear. Then she talked dirty to him, so dirty that it definitely made a deadly impact on his heart-rate and intense state of arousal.

"I want to suck your cock," she breathed into his ear. "I want to suck it into my mouth and then, after I've licked and sucked it for a while, I want you to climb on top of me and fuck me with it. How does that sound?"

"So delightful that wild horses couldn't drag me away from you." 

Laughter filled his ear and she began to make her way down his body, kissing and licking his tingling skin as she headed for her goal. As well as stimulating him with her mouth she was also rubbing at his body with her hands, one hand heading towards where her mouth was going and the other tracing its fingernails over his chest, lightly pinching at his nipples and playing with them. Finally, after torturing him with her tongue for a couple of minutes, Sophie nestled herself between his legs and gazed affectionately at what lay between them.

"You have such a nice cock," she gushed, the poor light from the lava lamps had obviously thus far hindered the finer details of his anatomy. "Oh God, you poor bastard. I just realized that it must be aching, my pussy's been satisfied yet your cock has received almost no attention."

Her right hand slid over the top and stroked it softly; rubbing back and forth like she was patting a small puppy. With almost no warning her hand dropped to the base and her hot mouth fell towards his lap, sucking in a substantial amount that left him gasping with pleasure. A shudder passed through his body and he had no choice but to drop his head back to the pillow and close his eyes – if he watched her doing it he'd fill her mouth with sperm in two seconds flat.

His ass began to squirm around as her lips tightened around him. It'd been over a year since he'd been touched by a woman and the sensation of Sophie's mouth left him reeling. Her tongue flicked against his cock as she sucked, lewd slurping noises rising above the sounds of waves and he could feel her lips sliding up and down his length; she was almost taking his entire cock deep into her throat.

Before Connor was even half on his way to cumming Sophie removed her mouth from him, which caused him to look up. From tip to base his entire shaft was coated in a fine layer of saliva, the aquatic light from the lava lamps causing his cock to glimmer and shine.

"Don't you even think about cumming in my mouth," she said breathlessly. The fact that her hair was still in a pony-tail made giving a blowjob easier, too many complications and annoyances arose from a girl having her hair down while performing the art of sucking cock.

"You don't like the taste of cum?"

"No, I like the taste just fine. The thing is, I need to get fucked pretty badly and I don't think I could stand having to wait around for you to get hard again. 

"I'm okay," he said, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice.

"So it's alright if I keep sucking?" she asked, licking her lips suggestively. 

Connor nodded and she devoured his cock without hesitation, sucking it back into her mouth with a loud slurp. He felt more in control, so he left his eyes open and watched as the beautiful strawberry-blond in front of him bobbed her head up and down, her long pony-tail flipping in time with her mouth's rapid movements.

What really turned him on was the fact that her eyes were trained on his, staring at him as she slid her mouth to the tip and flicked her tongue against the head. A sudden involuntary jerk from his hips sent an inch driving back into her moist mouth, causing her to giggle around his cock. 

"You think that's funny, do you?" he groaned, grinning.

"Mmm hm," she moaned, being a good girl and not talking with her mouth full.

"What's really funny is the fact that I'm about to cum."

This produced a stifled gasp, which he felt shoot along the length of his cock, and her eyes leapt wide in horror. Sophie immediately removed her lips from around him and leaned her head back, staring at his dick in the hope that she hadn't sent him over the edge.

Connor began to crack up and she narrowed her eyes at him. 

"Oops," he said, still laughing, "I guess I must've been wrong."

With the speed of a cheetah she raced on her hands and knees up his body. Straddling his stomach, she playfully slapped his chest and started laughing, her sultry frown still pasted to her face but her mouth was stretched open into a wide grin. 

"You bastard, you really had me going for a second there."

"You're so gullible, how could I resist?"

"Well that's it now, I'm not sucking your cock again until you've fucked me. I'm not taking another scare like that, no sir."

"Aw, not even a little bit more?"

"Nope, you blew it, you can't be trusted."

"Me?"

Sophie smiled and leaned forward, her medium-sized breasts rubbing against his chest as she kissed him. As she continued the kiss she eased her body down until she was completely on top of him, their warm bodies flush and joined together by the laws of gravity. 

"Yes, you," she replied, her soft lips still moving against his.

They both sat there for a moment and looked at one another, sharing the silence in complete and utter comfort. That was one thing that he couldn't help marveling over, how easy it was to be in her presence and have fun. It wasn't primarily because of the sex stuff that was happening between them; Connor sensed that no matter what they were doing he would love every moment he spent whilst in her company.

The contact between their bodies caused his cock to get trapped between both of their abdomens, which meant that even when he began to rub his body against hers the relief was minimal.

"Getting antsy, are you?" she teased.

"Hell yes."

"How about you introduce your cock to my pussy? I have a feeling they'll get along superbly."

Sophie rolled off his body and landed next to him with a small yelp, and following her lead, he positioned himself on top of her with his erection pressed between her legs. So that all his weight wasn't on her slim body, he distributed a large portion of it onto his left arm which was lying above her head. 

A small shudder raced up his spine when his cock slapped against her pussy lips. That limited amount of contact was hotter and sweeter than any sexual experience he'd ever had. He reached down between their bodies and grabbed his cock, placing the tip to her opening so that he could ease into her efficiently and fumble-free. 

"Wait," she said. "Shouldn't we formally introduce them first?"

"Oh, how utterly rude of me. Sophie's pussy, I would like you to meet my cock."

"Connor's cock, I would like you to meet my pussy," Sophie replied, her grin so cute that he could definitely get used to waking up to it every morning. Although, it wasn't the only thing he would enjoy waking up next to, the list of things would be too long to even contemplate.

"Now, let's consummate this friendship, shall we?"

"Go for it, my pussy's been looking for a best friend for quite a while."

As with everything he did regarding the vagina, Connor went about sliding his cock inside it as gently as he possibly could. At first there was some pressured resistance but once the tip slid past her entrance it was smooth sailing. Sophie's insides were slick and he drove effortlessly into her body as far as he could go, savoring the wet, warm climate of her most private area.

"Oh fuck yes, this is exactly what I've been missing," she groaned, wrapping her arms and legs around his body and grinding him tight against her pussy. 

"I know! I've almost forgotten what this felt like."

He lay still inside her as her pussy adapted to his intrusion. Everything in the room suddenly faded until only Sophie remained. She was looking at him with her large brown eyes and her lips were quivering slightly, her pink tongue darting out every now and then to lick them.

"Fuck me," she finally whispered, loosening her legs around his waist.

Connor didn't need to be told twice. In the time it takes to blink he'd already removed his cock until only the tip lay between her lips and thrust deep into her again, groaning as her pussy clutched at him. The initial strokes in and out of her pussy were long and slow, both because he didn't know how hard she liked to be fucked and generally he wanted the experience to last as long as humanly possible.

Soft throaty sighs began to flow forth from her panting mouth as her body began to rock in time with his, her ass leaving the bed to meet his thrusts, sending his cock driving into her body harder and faster. Then she kissed him, a passionate and hungry kiss that was all tongues and soft lips. Both of them were moaning loudly, the glorious sensations from between their legs the culprit, but Connor couldn't tell whose gasps were whose; they mingled into one giant moaning hybrid as they sucked at each other's tongues.

"Oh, it feels so goddamn good," Sophie whined. 

Each time their hips slapped together they made that unmistakably loud people-in-this-room-are-fucking sound. The mattress's hinges began to squeak with each pump, and as they fucked each other faster and faster, the time between squeaks closed in until it was a continuous, never-ending 'squeaksqueaksqueak.' 

Every time his cock banged deep she would let out a low, guttural grunt. Her eyes were screwed shut and her brow was creased, sweat forming on it as they continued to pound their bodies together.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he teased.

Sophie didn't open her eyes or answer him, she just continued to shove her hips upwards and pull his body down against hers. The warm confines of her pussy were driving him insane; she was so wet that he almost slipped out of her.

"Sophie, am I hurting you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," she moaned, letting her eyes flutter open. "I wasn't aware that your question warranted an answer."

"I better pull out then, just in case," he said.

Her eyes flew wide and her entire body tensed. All four limbs that were wrapped around his body suddenly exercised furious strength and drove him completely into her pussy, not letting him move an inch. 

"You're not going anywhere my friend. You know what happens to a baby when you take away its pacifier? It screams its head off, that's what. Your cock is my pacifier and I'm going to wake up the entire building if you take it away from me."

"So you want me to keep humping your brains out, then?" he asked.

"Uh huh, I want you to hump me so hard that I wake up the building anyway."

Sophie's legs unclenched and they resumed their fucking, grinning at one another and laughing softly. 

Some of the girls he'd had sex with had gone about it extremely seriously, as if they were high divers in a tournament and were being graded by a slew of judges. There was none of that with Sophie. She was fun, sweet and sexy as hell, with enough self-confidence to be uninhibited, though not to the extreme where she was arrogant or bitchy. 

"I don't know how much longer I can last," he gasped, his cock beginning to get that familiar ache as he slammed in and out of her. 

"It's okay," she whimpered. "I'm going to cum pretty soon, so don't hold back, keep fucking me as hard as you like."

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"I want it in my body, deep down inside my pussy."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh baby, I'm absolutely positive," she said, bringing a hand to his face and stroking his cheek gently. Her trembling lips found his and they kissed, while his cock continued to repeatedly impale her.

In the morning, when he'd had time to analyze everything, he would probably be wondering why a woman as gorgeous as Sophie would pull him into bed with her. It was surreal at the moment, like a dream but only better. Sweeter. Hotter. 

"Make me cum," she breathed. She was thrashing around underneath him, slamming her hips into his in an attempt to drive his cock further into her body. Her arms tightened around his back, the cries of delight escaping her lips became shaky and her entire body was quaking – it was clear she was close to going off soon, very soon.

"That sounded...like...an order," Connor groaned, his own orgasm so imminent that he could only stammer out his words in spurts.

"Good, because that's what it was."

"As long...as we're clear...about it."

Then Sophie came. At first her body hardened against his and her mouth opened into a soundless moan, and then, her beautiful brown eyes went wide as her pussy exploded into a ball of pure pleasure. Her body suddenly went as soft as margarine and melted into him, her hips jerking against his with involuntary thrusts and grinds. 

"Oh shit!" she squealed, moaning and groaning as the pleasure between her legs shot through her entire body. This was why Connor positively loved the vagina, to be able to create such a powerful reaction in a woman, how could you not like it?

"Fuck Connor, oh my God, don't stop."

While her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm, her sopping pussy clenched at his cock and every few moments it would spasm and twitch at his continuous invasion. More squeals came from her throat as he kept fucking her, each hard stroke bringing him one step closer to reaching his own climax. All of a sudden she pulled his neck down to her mouth, clamping her teeth around his skin in an attempt to smother the loud cries. The vibrations and muffled moans that passed through her teeth to his skin, coupled with the effects her pussy was having on him, sent an intense shudder of pleasure through him.

It wasn't quite the ultimate bomb orgasm she'd talked about before, or like Meg Ryan's over-the-top theatrical 'orgasm' from the famous café scene in When Harry Met Sally. It was somewhere in between, some sweet halfway point that left Connor yearning to pleasure her more, to make her feel as good as she could ever possibly feel. 

After getting herself under some form of control, Sophie removed her mouth from Connor's neck and attacked his face with her lips, kissing his mouth, cheeks and forehead with quick, wet pecks.

"Oh wow, that was so good, Connor," she sighed, her voice husky and trembling. "Now it's your turn, cum for me, cum in me. C'mon, give Sophie's pussy your cum, it wants to taste it so badly."

Sophie's words drove him right over the edge and shot him into outer space. Her soft, warm body was still writhing against his and the cum began to build up, getting itself ready for release. The room suddenly swam into focus and the aquatic light that splashed across her face made her look serene and content, even borderline angelic.

"Oh Sophie..." he sighed, slamming his body down against hers for the last time and pushing her deep into the mattress, letting his entire weight rest on her body. 

"That's it, give me your cum."

Seconds later he began to throb and spurt, shuddering as he shot sticky streams of semen deep inside her body. Connor's lips found hers and he kissed her passionately, moaning into her mouth as he filled her slick, twitching pussy with his seed. It all seemed so incredible – the smells of sex mixed with incense, Sophie kissing him hungrily, the pulsing blue light that could be seen behind his closed eyelids, the sensation of her tight pussy milking his cock, dolphins calling, warm skin touching warm skin, wet tongues, soft breasts, stroking hands – in fact, it was all so incredible that he began to shake like a leaf and couldn't stop.

"Connor?" Sophie asked. "Are you alright?"

"I'm f-fine," he stammered.

"You're not fine, you're shivering."

"It's just th-that what we j-just did feels s-so..." Sublime, perfect, sensational, too good for human description? Pick one. 

"I know," she whispered. "Words could only bring down what we just did."

They kissed again, this time a sweet kiss with one of her hands tenderly caressing his cheek, while the other roamed his smooth back. It took almost five minutes of soft kissing and gentle stroking for Sophie to calm his nerves, her patience and warmth so evident that he couldn't help but feel his heart turn to mush – he never wanted to forget this moment, ever. 




The Last Nice Guy in Town



"Better?" she asked. She flashed him a smile so radiant that he wished he had a camera to capture it in all its beauty. Then again, what good was a picture to him when he had the real deal lying underneath him, looking at him in such a way that made him feel as if he'd won the lottery? 

"Much better, thanks to you. You're such an amazing woman, you know that?"

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she informed him with a grin.

"I thought I just did get everywhere."

She kissed him lightly on the mouth and rubbed her body against his. "Sweetie, you've only grazed the tip of the iceberg."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that."

"Me too."

Out of fear that he was squashing her with his weight, he rolled away from her body – instantly saddened that his cock was no longer being hugged by her vagina – and landed on the soft mattress. Within seconds she scooted close to his side and draped her right arm around his waist, while she laid her head gently to his chest. Soft strands of hair tickled his skin and her warm breath caused him to tingle, not to mention the fact that her smooth, soft cheek felt exquisite pressed to his body. 

Connor dug his arm underneath her body and brought it around to her back, pulling her even closer to him. The sensation of her springy breasts tantalized him as they rubbed against his side, each intake of breath causing them to jiggle back and forth. His other hand stroked the exposed side of her face and she moaned softly, the gesture so tender that he could feel her heart begin to beat a little faster. 

They shared a long and comfortable silence, thoughts of what had just transpired probably drifting through both of their minds. There weren't any squeaks and calls from dolphins now, instead, the soft lapping of waves filled their ears and seagulls squawked in the background. 

"You don't mind this, do you?" she asked, raising her eyes to his. 

"Mind what?"

"Being together, like this."

He blinked and looked at her strangely, he was confused. "Huh, like what?"

"Me snuggling up to you, silly."

"Oh..." he said, feeling like a complete dunce. "I have a beautiful naked woman in my arms, what's not to like?"

Sophie's eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly and she tried to read if he was being genuine. Deciding that he was, she lay her head back down and sighed a cute little sigh.

"A lot of guys don't like this. They fuck you, turn the lights off and then start snoring two minutes later."

"Well, you're in luck, because I don't snore," he whispered, eliciting a sudden snort of laughter from her. "Seriously though, I love that you're such a touchy-feely kind of girl. Besides, I love this part; good sex is more than just inserting object A into object B."

"Are you making fun of my object B?" she giggled.

"I adore your object B."

"Good, because I adore your object A, too. I adore everything about you, Connor. From your lovely green eyes right down to that little thing you're doing with your fingers."

It hadn't even consciously occurred to him that his fingers were tapping out a beat on her thigh. Unfortunately it had absolutely no romantic links at all; it was a Metallica song that he'd heard on the radio that day and a section of his mind must've wandered to it while they were talking.

They lay there for a very long time without speaking. After a while her breathing became light and regular, the rhythmic inhalations of someone that was either deeply content or had fallen asleep. 

On many occasions he'd thought about throwing in the towel at Larry's Liquorland. The customers were rude and the time he spent working there made it difficult for him to study as hard as he would like. It had brought him Sophie though, so in the end it had all been worth it.

He found that his feelings for Sophie, who was little more than a stranger to him, were so strong that everything else he'd done in his life seemed trivial and insubstantial. A psychologist was what he wanted to be, sharing his life and being with a woman like Sophie was what he wanted to do. 

"Connor?" she whispered. "Are you awake?"

"No," he whispered back.

He felt her head shift and he looked down at her to find her staring solemnly into his eyes. Instead of sporting a grin he was confronted with a grimace, her front teeth were gnawing at her bottom lip as if she was deeply concerned about something.

"I have to tell you something Connor, and I'm so scared as to how you're going to react. I should've told you before all this, but I wanted you so badly that I didn't dare, just in case it made you change your mind about coming home with me."

"You can tell me anything," he said. 

"Please, just promise me that you'll stay the night and not run off. I want...I want the other side of the bed to be warm for at least one night."

"Sophie, I promise that I'm not going anywhere. Unless," his mouth curled into a slight grin, "you tell me that you're actually a guy, now that'll really freak me out."

She let out a shaky laugh and smiled in spite of herself. "You don't have to worry, I'm definitely one hundred percent woman."

"Glad to hear it," he grinned. "Now tell me, what brought all this on?"

For the first time that night she couldn't meet his eyes. He slipped his hand under her chin and raised her head until she was looking at him, her eyes wet and her lips quivering slightly.

"I have a little girl," she finally admitted. 

"I know," he said gently. It must've taken her by complete surprise because she simply blinked at him with her mouth agape. 

"How on earth could you know that?"

"I saw the painting on the refrigerator and I assumed that you had a daughter that painted it for you."

Stunned, she lay her head back down against his chest and tightened her grip around his waist. Connor pressed his hand between her breasts and he could feel her heart pumping furiously underneath his palm, it was racing faster than he thought was normal.

"So you're going to leave tomorrow morning and I'll never see you again." It was a statement, not a question, as if it were a full blown conclusion that his mind had already been made.

"You are such an idiot," he said, his voice so soft and tender that his intent was clearly evident. "Exactly what indicates that I never want to see you again?"

"I don't know, most guys find out about Amy and they run in the other direction. Nobody wants to date a single mother." 

"I'm not like most guys, Sophie. I'm not here for a one-night stand, if you want me, I'm yours. It's that simple."

She kissed his chest and hugged him even tighter. "I want you very much, so much that it scares me to death to think of you leaving."

"I'm not going anywhere; you're the most amazing woman I've ever met."

"God Connor, are you a figment of my imagination?"

"What?" he laughed.

"Where's the chink in your armor? You're such a fantastic guy that there must be some major flaw I'm overlooking."

"Let me know when you find it, okay?"

"Okay, will do."

They both fell silent for a little while and lay there with their hands rubbing at each other's bodies. Connor's fingers played over her soft skin in slow movements, gently caressing her arm, neck and face with such tenderness that her body broke out into gooseflesh. 

A low moan escaped her lips as he cupped one of her breasts, squeezing and playing with it, teasing the nipple by pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Not wanting to discriminate, he slid his hand down the slope of her breast and gave the other equal treatment, thereby being greeted with a similar low moan as his hand toyed with her. 

A large pool of saliva accumulated in his mouth as his hand slipped from her breast and drifted down her firm stomach, sliding past her navel and down to that sweet juncture between her thighs. 

The lips to her pussy were slimy, most notably due to the large quantity of cum he'd deposited during their sexual transaction. Sophie moaned as he pressed his hand tightly against her, rubbing at her slick sex with all five fingers – it was so wet from the mixture of cum and pussy juice that it made loud squishy sounds as he furiously stroked her.

"You don't mind me touching you, do you?" he asked.

She laughed and kissed his chest again. "Yeah, you're such a fiend. How dare you fuck me – not to mention cum in me – and then have the gall to play with my pussy afterwards, shame on you, Connor."

"I'm just being courteous," he replied.

"You're just being silly. My body's at your complete disposal, whenever you want to touch me, kiss me or play with me, go right ahead. There's only one condition, however."

"What's that?"

"That I can do whatever I want to your body, too."

Sophie's small hand drifted from his waist to his crotch, wrapping it around his hardening cock while she continued to kiss his chest. It wasn't normal that he could develop an erection so soon after an orgasm, but there it was, being a little trooper, springing to life as she stroked him slowly.

"What's happening down here?" she asked, his cock reaching its full hardness.

"It's called an erection."

This caused Sophie to snort with laughter, making her whole body shake slightly and her breasts rub against his side.

"An erection, huh?" 

"Yup."

"And just what do you do with this contraption?" she queried, still stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Typically, it's inserted into object B."

"My pussy sure likes the sound of that, let's try it out."

Without waiting for an answer Sophie slipped from Connor's grasp and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and resting her slit along the top edge of his shaft. She lifted her ass slightly and grabbed hold of his cock, steadying it as she descended onto him. As soon as the tip had been inserted she dropped like a stone, gasping as she rammed him straight up into her depths. Completely skewered, Sophie wriggled her hips about as she adapted to him, her eyes closed and groaning with pure enjoyment.

The greasy insides of her pussy were flooded with cum and pussy juice, but due to her heat it'd all remained warm and gooey. After being impaled for a few moments the sticky liquid dribbled down his shaft and emerged from her spread lips. It dripped down onto his balls and matted his pubic hair, all warm and sticky, yet not an entirely unpleasant sensation.

"Sloppy seconds," he said with a grin. 

Sophie's eyelids fluttered and then opened, a lazy smile spreading over her lips as she gazed down at him. "Hey buster, they're your sloppy firsts."

"I know. It just so happens that I do remember the awesome sex we just had."

"Well...I don't know if I'd say awesome, as such."

"Oh you wouldn't, would you?" he asked, knowing that she was toying with him yet a lump suddenly forming in his throat nonetheless. 

"Nope. The word 'awesome' is so overused nowadays. I'd prefer to call that sex mind-blowing. And maybe add in fantastic, amazing, invigorating and earth-shattering, just for good measure."

Connor swallowed the lump and beamed at her. Guys can be like puppy dogs sometimes. Without being told that they're 'good boys' every once in a while they can feel a little unappreciated.

"Fuck me," he moaned, unable to wait another second for her to begin.

"Okay."

And Sophie did, she rode him like a champion cowgirl. 

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Something tickled Connor's neck and his eyes fluttered rapidly like a butterfly's wings. Whatever was niggling him was soft and wet, and as he groggily ascended from the clutches of the sandman he realized that it was Sophie nuzzling him with small kisses and wet licks. His body broke out into gooseflesh as she ran her tongue over his skin; the only sounds that could be heard were Sophie's cute sighs and the contact between her mouth and his neck. 

Her warm body was half lying on top of his, with her breasts pressed against his chest and her right hand playfully stroking his balls and his rapidly stiffening cock. It suddenly dawned on him that she must've been feeling him up while he slept; he'd been taken advantage of! Of course, being taken advantage of by a woman as gorgeous as Sophie was entirely welcome. He wasn't going to complain. 

After their last round of sex – which was as satisfying and enjoyable as their first romp – Sophie had gotten up and gone to the toilet to relieve herself. When she'd returned she'd turned off the soft music and the lava lamps, sending the room into complete silence and total darkness. For a while they'd laid in bed, snuggled up to one another, talking softly about everything and nothing. Then, with Sophie nestled in his arms, he'd drifted into the land of slumber.

"Sophie?" he asked, the room still pitch black.

"Nope, I'm her evil twin sister, Sofia. The really, really ugly twin."

He laughed and dangled his arms around her neck. "If you're the ugly one then you must be Sophie!"

"Remarks like that won't get you any pussy," she laughed, her lips tickling his skin as she talked. 

"Did I say ugly? Oops, I meant sexy, sure I did."

"Uh huh, gee, don't try to woo me with flattery, Connor."

"I think you're utterly gorgeous," he said, turning serious all of a sudden. 

"I know you do," she whispered, "or you're the first guy I've ever met that can fake one of these." She gripped his erection even tighter and pumped up and down with faster strokes, giving him a nice little handjob that sent lots of people dancing over his grave. 

Although the beautiful aqua-colored lava lamps had cast a sensual luminescence over the room, Connor had to admit that he loved sexual encounters in total darkness. All the other senses are heightened, each smell, touch and sound magnified. Because you're blind every lingering sensation is more thrilling, each kiss more electrifying that the last. It's because with total darkness comes extremely uninhibited behavior, you let your body take control of your mind and you follow your instincts. 

"I'm sorry if I woke you," she said.

Connor grinned in the darkness and then realized she couldn't see. "No you're not."

"Okay, so I'm not. I woke up and your hand was between my legs, you were asleep so it was just resting there, but that was enough to get me all horny and worked up. Besides, I thought that you probably wouldn't mind if I woke you."

"You thought right," he replied. Waking up to find Sophie kissing and touching him was delightful, he felt lucky to be sleeping next to her, let alone having her wake him during the night because she felt antsy and needed to be fucked again.

As her hand continued to tug at him their mouths connected and they kissed. It was a soft and sensual kiss, starting with gentle pecks which upgraded to exploring tongues. 

Sometimes when you sleep your mouth gets a bad aftertaste in it, but Sophie's mouth was as sweet and tasty as if she'd just brushed her teeth. Her tongue began to suck harder at his, the kiss becoming wetter as the saliva began to build up in both of their mouths. 

"Your mouth tastes so incredible," he sighed.

"You think my mouth tastes good? Wait 'til you try my pussy, now that's scrumptious."

"I don't doubt you for a single second. How would you like me to eat you out right now?"

"I'd love you to, but Connor, I really want to fuck you again. I'm addicted to your cock already, I'm a junky and I need my fix. In the morning you can eat me all you like, but right now, please fuck me."

The only regrettable aspect about not being able to see was the fact he couldn't look at her face, and more importantly, her eyes. Connor loved how she looked at him, the way she stared deep into his soul and seemed to emotionally connect with him in a way no other woman ever had. Or ever would. 

"You don't mind if you're on top, do you?" she asked, removing her hand from between his legs.

"You could have me contorted into the shape of a pretzel and I it wouldn't bother me."

"I may keep that in mind," she laughed, rolling off hid body and landing softly beside him. 

Due to the fact he couldn't see her, images began to flicker through his head like a slide show, only a slide show where the images shuffled by at a hundred miles an hour. There were so many that he struggled to keep track – her lovely face, sweet smile, strawberry-blond hair, fantastic figure, round ass, long legs, petite feet, pert breasts, large nipples, gorgeous pussy, smooth skin, and a thousand other flashing pictures that sent his mind swirling and made his cock harder.

"Climb aboard Connor, you don't want to keep the train waiting."

"We definitely can't have that."

As he positioned himself on top of her he found that her legs were already splayed wide, obviously she hadn't been kidding – she really did need it badly. 

"Ready and waiting, huh?" he asked.

Sophie's arms slipped around his waist and she caressed the small of his back, running her fingernails lightly over his skin with care and affection. He pressed his body firmly against hers and kissed her, another sensual kiss that was heated by the fact that his cock was rubbing and sliding against her vagina.

"Oh Connor, you have no idea. Make love to me," she whimpered. "Make love to me right now."

The usage of that four-letter word out of the blue like that caused him to stiffen in her arms. It was the first time either of them had acknowledged that there was definitely something occurring between them, something deeper than just sex or lust. 

They were both too horny to be bothered with airing out their feelings, so before the shared silence between them became uncomfortable, Connor pressed the tip of his cock against her slit and jerked his hips forward slightly.

And missed. The whole length of his erection slid along the smooth folds of her pussy until his balls slapped against her. His cheeks flushed warm and he felt completely embarrassed that he didn't enter her on the first try, so, he made a more valiant effort for the next attempt – and missed again. Third time's a charm? Nope.

A snort came from Sophie's mouth and then a few giggles, until finally she couldn't hold back any longer and laughed loud, her body shaking uncontrollably underneath Connor. As embarrassing as it was he couldn't help but find her laughter intoxicating, it was feminine and infectious, the laughter of someone that could see the irony and humor in almost everything.

"Can't find the hole, huh?" she giggled.

"Well," he pouted, "it's not easy when it's so dark."

"Excuses, excuses."

"You're really enjoying my embarrassment, aren't you?" he admonished.

"Very much so."

It was easy to tell by the tone of her voice that she was grinning from ear to ear, basking in his embarrassed glow. Any other girl would probably have made fun of him in a light way too, but Sophie was so flippant and desperately cute that he couldn't imagine it being any better than it was with her.

He kissed her wetly on the lips and then raised his body from hers, allowing a gap for her to reach down and appropriately position him at her entrance.

"Well?" he asked, after waiting for a few seconds.

"Well what?" she shot back.

"Are you going to give me a hand down there?"

"If you ask nicely I may."

"Could you please give me a hand?" he asked politely.

"With what?" she teased. "You'll have to be a little bit more specific."

"With putting my..."

"Putting your...?"

All this talk and no play was making him extraordinarily horny, so he decided that mincing words was over and he was going to be a little less tactful. "With putting my cock inside you, I need a hand please."

"Well, there are three places you could stick it, which do you need a hand with?"

"So-phie," he whined.

She started to giggle again. "I have three holes: my mouth, my pussy and my ass...which do you want to use?"

"You know which one!" And as if to emphasize, he pressed his shaft against her slick folds and slid it along, savoring the fact that he was deriving some pleasure from her pussy. All this teasing was obviously getting to her as well, her pussy was wet and dribbling all over his cock.




The Last Nice Guy in Town



"I want to hear you say it though." 

"Okay you minx," he laughed, leaning forward until his mouth was right up against her ear. "I want you to wrap your hand around my cock and guide it deep into your pussy."

"You only had to ask," she whispered, invoking more laughter from him.

The fingers of one hand curled around his cock, while the fingers of the other spread her pussy lips open. Tugging gently, she brought him to her opening and slipped him part way in between her smooth folds, then removed both arms from between their bodies so he could push it all the way into her. 

"There, knock yourself out," she whispered. 

Finally, after having his cock teased for what seemed like years, Connor eased himself deep into her slippery pussy. There was no slimy residue of cum or pussy juice anymore. Before she'd gone to sleep Sophie had cleaned her vagina in the bathroom, so it was nice and slop-free. 

Their bodies moved together in perfect symmetry, each downward thrust of his cock was simultaneously met by an upward thrust of her pussy. It was gloriously slow, a leisurely pace that they both seemed quite content with. 

Without the music playing, all that broke the silence of the night was their soft moans and gentle gasps. Neither of them said anything as his cock continued to slide in and out of her, his balls slapping lightly against her ass cheeks every time he completely skewered her. 

Sophie clutched at his waist even tighter, pulling his upper torso against hers so that her breasts squashed against his chest. Her lips found his, the tip of her tongue stabbing into his mouth, finding his own and sucking at it wetly. They both began to pant as they kissed, each sharing the other's tongue, saliva, breath and low moans, as they also shared their bodies. 

Fucking her so slowly was excruciating, but it was that aching pain that sends your adrenalin pumping through your body and your heart racing as fast as a Formula One car. 

Each time he removed his cock and thrust back in, it felt as if her pussy was a little bit wetter. It was definitely going up in temperature, when he first slid in it was warm, now it was hugging his cock with a heat that was sending small shudders pulsing through his entire body. 

"You're getting wetter," he whispered.

"You're getting harder."

It was true, his cock felt like it was turning into a piece of stone. It hadn't been near a woman in over a year and in one night it'd already been in Sophie's pussy three times. Three times was a personal best for him, but it wasn't difficult to understand how he could get it up so often, Sophie was just too darned cute not to produce this reaction.

They kissed again, and although their slow thrusts didn't alter, the urgency in their kiss told each other how badly they both needed to cum. It seemed to be a mutual understanding that by delaying their release, it would ultimately make it sweeter and more enjoyable when it finally arrived. 

"I need to cum," Sophie shuddered, her lips still pressed to his. "You have no idea how much I need it." 

"Oh, I understand alright," he moaned.

Her hands slid from the small of his back down to his buttocks, grabbing hold of each one and squeezing them tightly. Connor half suspected that she was going to use her hands as leverage when she met his next thrust, so that she could pull him deeper and faster into her pussy. But she didn't, her kiss became even steamier and her hands continued to grope his ass, yet they continued to fuck each other at a gruelingly gentle pace. 

"Connor!" she whined. 

"What?"

"We're never going to cum going as slow as this."

"Yes we will," he said. "You just have to have patience."

"Well I need to cum right now, not in ten minutes."

It hadn't started out as a game but Connor sensed it'd just turned into one – who would crack first and start fucking the other harder? If Sophie hadn't told him how badly she needed to cum then he may have caved in, although now he was on a mission to tease and torment her. 

Grinning in the darkness, he decided to take a new approach in making her be the first to instigate their orgasms. As his cock slid upward and her pussy slid downward, he slowed the strokes down even further by leaving just the tip inside her for a full second. Then, with a dull ache in his balls, he eased his entire length back inside her hot, soaking snatch, repeating the process again and again. 

"Oh, you bastard," she whimpered. "Don't do this to me. Please Connor, just fuck me as hard as you can."

He pressed his mouth against her ear and flicked his tongue against the lobe. "You're going to crack before I do."

"I know," she laughed shakily. "That's why this is so unfair!"

To Sophie's credit – she put up one hell of a fight. Over the next few minutes she struggled with the fact that her body wanted one thing while her mind wanted another. What her body wanted was pleasure, to be stimulated, and as he continued to tease her pussy her skin broke out in gooseflesh and her body began to tremble. In addition to her shaking body, she started moaning softly as her pussy screamed for the tension to be relieved. 

As a last-stitch effort – due to her failed pleading – she turned on the dirty talk nice and thick. "Connor," she whispered, "I know you want to fuck me harder, I can feel it, you want to slam your cock into my cunt, don't you? Yeah, that's what you want, nice and hard thrusts that make me cum around your cock while you fill me with sperm." 

"Ugh," was all he could muster, still sliding out gently, removing himself for a full second and then sliding back in again. Every single word that she breathed into his ear made his skin prickle, the enormity of how difficult in declining exactly what she proposed was too grand to comprehend.

"It's your call, Sophie."

"Bastard," she laughed.

All of a sudden Sophie's fingernails dug into his ass cheeks and her grip became that of a vice. His body hung slightly in the air as his cock reached the pinnacle of its thrust – the tip only millimeters away from slipping from her smooth, soft pussy lips. With a low moan she thrust her hips skywards and her pussy enveloped him in one swift motion, sucking all the air from his lungs in a giant gasp. She wrapped her supple legs around his thighs and began jerking her pussy back and forth over his cock, milking it with gloriously hard strokes.

"Don't move, let me fuck you like this," she panted.

Connor wasn't about to complain. All he had to do was remain stationary in the air while Sophie fucked her body against his, using her arms and legs as leverage to force her pussy to swallow his cock whole.

Seconds later, with his cock pounding into her like a jackhammer, she clamped her teeth around a fleshy part his neck and a long stifled squeal vibrated along his skin. Sophie's slick pussy jerked against his cock a half dozen times in movements that were out of sync, and the inner-muscles also contracted around his shaft as she came explosively. Both her arms and her legs squeezed at his body like a boa constrictor, tightening around him as her hips surged and bucked.

The darkened room made the experience sweeter due to the fact that his sense of touch was heightened. Every single sensation shot lightning bolts of pleasure through his body and, within moments of Sophie's orgasm, Connor also shuddered and drove his body down against hers, mashing her breasts against his chest and pressing her firmly into the mattress.

"Oh yes," he moaned softly, as his cum shot out the tip of his cock and deep into the confines of her vagina.

Sophie was still squealing and jerking in his arms, the after effects of what appeared to be one hell of an orgasm. Her entire body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, which, mixed with the warmth of her skin, caused Connor to tremble as she squirmed about underneath him. 

She removed her teeth from his neck and pressed her mouth against his ear. "I love letting you cum inside me, God, it's so warm and sticky."

Spent, he collapsed on top of her and let out a long satisfied groan. Could life possibly get any better? He'd just formed a relationship with a beautiful woman that had fucked him three times in one night. Not to mention the fact that she was smart, sexy and as taken by him as he was by her. Although the sex was without a doubt scorching, so was her personality and her ability to let herself get taken by her own desire. 

Connor sighed contentedly. "You do realize that there's no way I'm ever letting you go."

"Good," she whispered, pressing her cheek against his, "because I'm never letting you go either. Looks like we both get what we want."

For the longest time neither of them said anything. They both lay there listening to the other's breathing, kissing a little, and generally savoring how good it felt to have found someone that stimulated them beyond the physical plane – it had reached them emotionally as well. 

"Do you mind if I switch on the bedside lamp?" Connor finally asked.

"You can do whatever you like," she replied.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Wow, that covers a fair bit."

"Not only are you hot in bed, you're also smart," she teased, patting him on the back.

He let out a small laugh and stretched out his hand to find the lamp. After switching it on he rolled away from her body so that he lay next to her, propped up on his left arm. 

The sight of her in the soft glow of the lamp took his breath away. Slivers of her strawberry-blond hair were pasted to her forehead, care of the rivulets of sweat that were trekking their way down her lovely face. A rosy glow had spread across her cheeks and her beautiful brown eyes shone with a light that made Connor's heart skip a beat – there was something about her that was indefinable, almost bordering on paranormal.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" she asked with a grin.

"I can't help it..."

She laughed and slid her hand over his face, tracing her fingernails over his skin as she gazed unwaveringly back at him. "In that case, stare away, don't let me stop you."

They both stared deeply into each other's eyes without blinking, until finally Connor felt tears forming, forcing him to close his eyes like a pair of blinds. As he wiped away the tears and opened his lids, the first thing he saw was Sophie beaming at him.

"What're you so happy about?" he asked.

"I won."

"I wasn't aware we were having a staring competition."

"Hey buster, let me have this, you won our last little battle."

Connor leaned in and kissed her, then slipped from the covers and walked into the en suite. After using her commode, he lowered the lid and turned around, surprised yet positively delighted with being confronted by a gloriously nude Sophie.

"Good boy, you lowered the seat."

"Is that why you came in here, to check on me?"

"Nope," she said, walking over the toilet and sitting on the lid. Spreading her legs, she grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and pressed them to her pussy, wiping away any cum or pussy juice that happened to dribble out. Being methodical, she slipped two fingers into her slit and pushed any excess liquid out of her opening, catching it with the toilet paper.

Deciding on not being a total pervert, he turned away from her and went to the sink. There was a liquid soap container, so he pumped the handle and let the thick liquid fill his palm. The sweet aroma of lavender wafted up to his nostrils as he scrubbed his hands under the streaming faucet, while behind him he heard Sophie lift up the toilet lid and flush it again. 

"Did you like watching me do that?" Sophie asked, pressing her body against his and wrapping her arms around his middle. She rested her chin in the crook of his shoulder and sighed, it was a cute little sigh that told him that she was happy and sated. In the reflection of the vanity mirror their eyes connected, and even in the smooth, cold glass he could feel the electricity crackle and sizzle between them. 

"Did I like watching you do what?"

"Wipe my pussy clean," she whispered.

"I like watching everything you do, especially if you're nude at the time."

She laughed and kissed the nape of his neck. "Why do I have the feeling that you're going to get that opportunity plenty of times in the future?"

"I haven't the foggiest," he grinned.

Connor let his own hands drift to his waist and caress her forearms, then he slipped his hands down to hers and their fingers intertwined and laced together. If it weren't for her pink nail polish it would've been rather hard to tell whose fingers were whose.

"You know Sophie, there's something I've wanted to ask you all night."

"Oh, what's that?"

"What the hell happened to your panties last week?"

He watched her reflection closely and her mouth curled into a teasing grin. "How do you know I didn't just go out bare?" she asked.

"Did you?"

"No," she admitted.

"Then what happened to them? This is really bugging me."

"Well...you see, just before I turned into the ultra-slut, I slid them down and kicked them underneath the counter."

His mouth fell open and he gaped at her. So all that time he'd spent creating reasons as to why she wasn't wearing panties had been in vain; she'd simply removed them moments before she'd stepped around the counter.

"But you didn't take them when we left; I was with you all the way out the door."

"I know," she grinned. "I guess they're still under there, waiting to be found."

"Well, at least I can go to bed satisfied now."

"In more ways than one," she said, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

Connor laughed, slipped from her grasp and took her hand in his. After they slipped under the covers, Sophie kissed him goodnight and snuggled up to him, her arm draped over his stomach and their heads sharing the same pillow.

It was amazing how things had progressed since they'd first encountered one another eight days ago. It just goes to show how weird and wonderful life can really be, that chance encounters do occur and that first impressions may not necessarily make for lasting ones. 

Then sleep stole over him and dreams beckoned, a content smile drifting over his face as the sandman sprinkled his dust over both of them.

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Hey everyone, I really hope that you enjoyed my story. The origins of this fantasy (yes, unfortunately, it is a fantasy) date back to when I worked as a late-night liquor attendant. I just prayed that some lovely young woman would do exactly what Sophie did, but alas, it wasn't to be. Please, if you can take time to vote or give feedback, it would be appreciated. I love hearing any thoughts that you have on my story, both in the negative and the positive.