2 comments/ 17420 views/ 4 favorites Trixi Visits LA By: CoupeDaTart Trixi feverishly pushed him onto the couch. Knowing he would take too long, she quickly lost her shirt and was working on her bra as he stared at her in amazement. Never had a girl taken the reigns with Jordan, he had always had to do the work... most of his girlfriends just laid there moaning. I mean, he was good, but never had he had someone push him onto anything, let alone something other than a bed. By the time he got his memories out of his head and started to focus on what was currently happening, he looked up to see Trixi, naked, and trying to get him out of his pants. Her breasts swayed as she mischievously unbuttoned his pants and earnestly tried to lower them. Jordan lifted his hips as a smile spread across his face. She pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free and slapping his firm abs. Trixi reached up and thumbed over the tip before continuing removing his pants and boxers in one fail swoop. He moaned and let his head fall back onto the couch. Soon he felt her hands massaging his thighs, her hot breath on his thick dick. Her tongue darted out to touch the base of his erection; he lifted his head to see her smiling face looking at him. She winked as her tongue, pressed firmly against him, continued toward his head. Swirling her tongue around the tip, he groaned nodding at her. She took her cue, pulled his cock until it was straight up, kissed the head and opened her mouth to slide it in. Just after the head was engulfed in Trixi's hot mouth... "Good morning LA! It's a hot and sunny Wednesday at 6am! For all of you heading to work, there are several accidents on-" Jordan slapped his alarm clock. "Fuck. Couldn't that once not be my ex-girlfriend, or at least can you please God, let me get my blow job??" Sighing, Jordan kicked off the sheet and climbed out of bed. Looking down at his hard-on, he whimpered as he walked to the bathroom. Twisting the doorknob, he opened the door to find his long curly haired brunette roommate Roxanne, stepping out of the shower naked. Jordan scanned her body, her breasts hanging slightly but still perky. Her nipples were hard from the cold and as his eyes dropped, he could see that she had decided to shave herself into prepubescence. Reaching for her towel, she saw his reflection in the mirror. Her face turned red as she glanced in Jordan's direction, as to see if he was really standing there. "Oh, my God," he whispered looking abruptly away after their eyes locked. Jordan's face flushed red while he tried to cover his still hard cock with his hands. A naked woman about 3 feet from him wasn't helping. "Damn it, Jordan! Fucking knock!" Roxanne screamed as she grabbed her towel and jumped back into the shower. "Um, I'm sorry Rox. I'll, uh, wait until you're done." Jordan yelled through the door he just closed. He sat on his bed waiting until he heard the other door slam as Rox called him every name she could think of. He closed his eyes as if to clear his mind, but all he got was pictures of Roxanne and Trixi jumbling in his mind. "Cold shower it is." Standing and walking to the shower, he sighed as his view of his feet was obstructed with something he wished every woman would love to have thrusting into them. Then smiling as his dick swayed back and forth as he walked into the bathroom. The little things in life, he reminded himself. Making his way to the bathroom, he swiveled his hips, making lightsabor noises has his penis cut through the air. Turning on the water, he shortly found that he would actually have to take a cold shower because Roxanne had used all the hot water. Groaning as he forced himself under the ice cold stream of water, "Thanks God! I get it now." Dressed, full (although breakfast was more awkward then not), and ready to face another 2 hours in traffic, Jordan grabbed his keys and briskly walked down the stairs of his apartment. Once on his Ninja, he tore out of the parking lot trying to not think of naked girls. By the time he made is 25 mile commute to his small cubical he could call his, and only his, Jordan had 17 emails. No he didn't want to enlarge his penis, but thanks for asking. Really? Bigger boobs, please! If he wanted an erection to last more than 3 hours, he would have asked. One, however, caught his eye: Hey, hey stranger! How's Cali?? Intrigued, he opened the email. It was none other than his glorious cock-sucker of his dream, Trixi. Karma was not on his side. Apparently, she was coming to visit him, because she thought that friends should see each other once a year, and their deadline was quickly approaching. Hitting the reply button, he expressed his happiness to see her once again and reminded her that she could also bring her boyfriend or a friend, if she should so chose. Time couldn't go fast enough; waiting for work to end was boring! He wanted to be home and work off some of this... tension... he was definitely feeling. Soon, during the scheduled morning caffeine break, Jordan decided a nap would be much better than a cup of joe that was sure to give his already racing heart a heart-attack. She wrapped her hand round his cock, "Mmmmmmm, is this for me?" Trixi whispered in his ear. He nodded and waited for her moan. It came in a soft growl that made him jump in her hand. "I know where that would feel great..." He arched an eyebrow, no longer willing to be passive. "Where would it feel great?" He whispered back to her. "Here, here, and please here." She said as she sucked on her finger, then let it trail between her perky breasts. She squeezed and kneaded her breasts while thumbing her nipples. Lastly, she landed between her legs, alternating between rubbing her clit and slamming her fingers into her pussy. If he could get any harder, he did. He replaced her hand with his own. "Here?" he asked as he thrust his fingers into her. "PLEASE!" she moaned as her head rolled back. She slowly lifted her head back up, bit her lower lip while trying to not show her sneaky smile, and asked in such an innocent way, "Fuck me?" "Dude? You ok" Shawn asked. Jordan's eyes flickered open to a sight he really didn't want to see. His cubical neighbor had poked his head above the wall and caught him napping. Good thing he couldn't see under his desk; that would make it to the water cooler in about point five. "Uh, yeah. Fine. What's up?" asked Jordan. "Boss called a meeting 10 minutes ago, he sent out reinforcements to get you." "Nah, that meeting wasn't until 2pm." "It's 2:12 now. How about I tell him you were up-chucking in the toilet and I told you to go home?" Shawn suggested. "Great. I'll sneak out after I get shit together to work on at home." Jordan responded. "Okay, bye man. Get some rest or something. You look like shit." Shawn said over his shoulder as he walked to the conference room. Jordan moaned and logged onto his email before shutting down the computer. Trixi had replied that she was, in fact, single and was going to be flying in that very night. "Great!" He thought. "Not only do I have to put up with her in my dreams, she'll be her in the flesh in... less than 3 hours? Do I have to pick her up? Should I meet her at the airport? Ah! Time to ask the roomie." The thought of his roommate made his cock throb harder. Not that he had any interest in her, she was a raging bitch most days, but her body was a ticking bomb. Curly hair, perky breasts that begged to be sucked. He stopped himself from daydreaming and stood up. Good thing everyone was in the meeting because there was no denying the tent in his pants. Readjusting his cock, he grabbed his keys and made a hurried run to the door. Out in the bright afternoon sun, he squinted and started toward his bike. He didn't have much time; and with traffic, let's just say he'd have to call Roxanne on his drive there. Taking out his cell, he punched 3 and listened to the speed-dial go through. "This better be fucking good." Roxanne hissed into the phone. Little did he know that he was interrupting her afternoon masturbation session. Seeing him this morning had her worked up more than ever. "Good afternoon to you too. Um, I had a quick question. If your friend was coming into town, flying that is, would you meet her, or him, at the airport?" He stammered. She let out a sigh and then said, "Depends on the friend. If it's someone I want to screw, then yes. Or if I know they weren't renting a car. Why? Someone coming?" "Yeah... Trixi is visiting. Just found out this morning." Jordan almost whispered. "Please tell me she isn't staying here..." Roxanne almost pleaded. Jordan knew the two never got along. Roxanne used to have a thing for him and he dating Trixi put a huge dent in her plans. He thought it was just an old grudge. Roxanne, however, thought living with her might change his mind. She enjoyed the accidentally peeping-Jordan this morning, although she would never let him know that. "I don't think so. I'm swinging by the apartment to pick up my car then heading to LAX, the plane arrives in about," he glanced at his watch, "about 2 and half hours. I'm hoping to make it on time. Traffic is, well, you know, a parking lot." Jordan told Roxanne as he mounted his Ninja. "Good luck with that, Mr. Peeping Tom. Let me know if I'm going to have to entertain two people staring at me after my shower, k? I'll be sure to shave." Roxanne purred disdainfully into the phone. Jordan rolled his eyes and said his goodbyes. As he shoved his phone in his pocket and put on his helmet, he concentrated on the task ahead: getting to LAX in a little over 2 hours. Sitting right outside the security gate, Jordan glanced again at the TV screen displaying the flights. Her flight was right on time and people were spilling from the concourse, but no Trixi. He started to laugh, he actually felt slightly sad. Is hopes had be up, even without him really knowing. Jordan walked to get a quick drink from the fountain and then started to walk back to his seat. Sitting, he people watched, a past time both had shared. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of sexy legs attached to a magenta mini skirt with black poka-dots. He didn't know whether to laugh or wolf whistle. He looked higher, seeing a chest-hugging World of Warcraft t-shirt. Jordan's draw dropped as he finally saw Trixi's smile and blue eyes coming into view. "Hiya, Jordan." Trixi said once she was in earshot. "Hey, hey Trixi. How was your flight?" Jordan asked. Trixi gave him a hug and a knowing smile crossed her lips. "You know how I looooove to fly." She said as she rolled her eyes. "It's good to see you though. I didn't think you would pick me up or be on time." The Mario Brothers theme trilled from Trixi's phone. Sighing, she took out her cell phone and huffed, "my mom." With that, she flipped open her phone and continued to walk toward baggage claim. Jordan took this opportunity to fall behind her and watch her lovely legs and ass. Trixi was never aware of her womanly curves or ability to unknowingly shake her ass as she walked, both of which he was drinking in as she talked to her mom. Too soon, Trixi snapped her phone shut and glanced back at Jordan. "Am I going the right..." She giggled and his face turned a little red, he was busted. He shrugged and guided her toward the baggage claim. "So, ya look good, but some things haven't changed, huh?" She said, slowing to meet up with him. "Well, you look good too. Looks like you are wearing skirts now?" He asked. "I thought it would be hot outside." Trixi retorted. "How cold is it?" "Eh, about 65 degrees, a little chilly to be wearing a short skirt." Jordan said with a smile. "It's not that short, annnnddd I lost a bet. Never make a bet with the person taking you to the airport. But don't worry, I'll be back to my jeans and t-shirt in no time." Trixi teased. They chatted about how life had been for them as they collected her suitcase and walked to his car. Once on the road, Trixi's eyes were glued on the scenery around them, shivering every so often. She looked over at Jordan, "there is no way it is 65 degrees." He checked the temp on his cars dashboard, "you're right, it's only 61 degrees." "So, how long until we get to your apartment??" Trixi asked. "Well, about 2 hours with this traffic, welcome to LA!" He stated. He glanced over and saw the wheels turning. "What are you thinking?" "Nothing, just keep driving." She said. Trixi reached into the backseat where her luggage was sitting. Keeping her seatbelt on, she turned her body around in the seat and bent over the center consol. As she opened and dug through her suitcase, Jordan couldn't help but look at her ass, inches away from him. "Uh, Trixi?" "Yeah?" "You know that you are wearing a skirt?" "Yeah, so?" "... and black boyshort panties?" With Jordan's observation, Trixi reached back and pulled her skirt down. "Fixed." She stated as she grabbed her jeans and a zip-up hoodie she finally found in her suitcase. Jordan eyed her suspiciously. Trixi just smiled and answered the unasked question floating in Jordan's head. "It's cold, and I'm not sitting in here for 2 hours. So, I have jeans and a hoodie in my suitcase and I'm not driving, so I'll change." "That's never stopped you before." Jordan remarked, bringing up her ability to change while driving. "But, Trixi, I don't think-" "Jordan, you've seen me naked. You've been inside me. I don't think we should be coy. You?" She said, ignoring his pointed remark of what she could do behind the wheel, besides driving. At that, for the first time in a long time, Jordan was at a loss for words. "That's what I thought." Trixi finished as she lifted her hips and started to slide off her skirt. Jordan did his best not to stare, but he was a guy and a hot girl was getting close to naked in his front seat. Trixi looked over and winked, "Just don't crash, please." Slowly pulling her skirt down to her ankles, she then bent to her feet to untangle her skirt and shoes. This gave Jordan a wonderful view of her ass. He forced his eyes back to the road. Putting her jeans on one leg at a time, Jordan tried to catch a peek at Trixi. As she pulled up her jeans with her hips lifted, her tits jiggled under her tight shirt as she squirmed into the snug jeans. Once the jeans were on, she slipped her shoes back on and slipped into her zip-up hoodie. "There, much better! How'd ya like the show?" Trixi humorously asked. "You've given me better." Jordan said, easily taking a low-blow. Trixi arched her eyebrow in surprise. Now she had to win. Leaning close to whisper in Jordan's ear, an idea came to Trixi. "Well, let me see if this is better. What's the other thing I do while driving?" Trixi asked in a sweet, sexy whisper. "You wouldn't..." Jordan asked, trailing off. He glanced over to see Trixi unbuttoning her jeans that she just put on. Lifting her shirt until he could see the matching black bra, Jordan's breath caught in his throat as she snaked her hand down her body and under the thin black material. Trixi let her head fall back onto the headrest. He couldn't see her fingers dance, but he could see her body twitch and a small moan escaped her lips. His cock swelled in his jeans as she lazily looked over at him. Her other hand mauled her breast as she arched her back. Between the gasps and moans, Trixi asked, "Is... this show... ooooh, better?" Jordan gritted his teeth and willed himself to not listen. "Sure, why not?" He said calmly, letting his acting training help him seem unaffected. This didn't go unnoticed by the almost orgasming Trixi. Attacking her clit beneath her jeans, her moans and jerks got louder and more pronounced. Jordan just looked ahead and sung classic rock in his head. Trixi would not let him get away with it. Looking down, she found one part of Jordan that couldn't resist her. A smile grew on her lips as she closed her eyes and moaned. "I wish my hand was your dick." Trixi breathlessly said. Jordan stifled a moan. Trixi reached over and squeezed his cock, feeling it throb in her hand. Jordan moaned and his hand shot from the wheel to cover Trixi's hand. "Not a good idea." Jordan said through gritted teeth. She released his penis and he released his hold on her hand. As he returned his hand to the wheel, he slightly wished that the drive would go faster. Trixi slyly returned to his crotch and this time, was lightly rubbing him. "Trixi..." he pleaded, "please..." "I'll stop, I'll stop." She responded, "just wanted to see if I could still get a rise out of you." With that she zipped up her pants, lowered her shirt and turned on the music. "What was the radio station you were telling me about?" Jordan couldn't take this. When did she learn to turn it on and off like a switch? He was the thing that could do that, not her. What was wrong with him? Her saw her for less than two hours and he was already ready to start everything all over again. He flicked the radio over to the rock station and the hour left of the drive was spent in silence as Trixi just watched out the window. Pulling into his apartment complex, he prepared Trixi for what was to come. "So, um, my roommate Roxanne is at work. She gets off in about an hour or so. She doesn't like most people, but she'll act nice. Just thought I would let you know." "Thanks for the heads up. You can still see the mountains from here! I love it!" Trixi said, looking to her right. "Yeah, it's kinda cool." Jordan said, parking and getting out of his car. He grabbed her suitcase and asked her to follow him. She protested all the way to the door. Jordan turned and looked pointedly at her. She sheepishly looked away. He unlocked his apartment door and ushered her in. "Make yourself at home, um, grand tour?" "Sure!" Trixi yipped, dropping her carryon bag next to her suitcase. She headed straight toward the small kitchen. Jordan chuckled at her. "How did I know?" he laughed. "Um, as you've clearly found, here is my small kitchen. Over here is the dining room and living room. Bathroom is straight ahead down here." Jordan pointed out and started down the short hallway. Trixi followed along, trying to take everything in as he made comments about each room. Her eyebrows arching only when he explained the joining bedrooms, via the bathroom. "Cool. I like it." She encouraged, flopping on his bed. "Sounds like Cali fits you pretty good." "Yeah, I think it does." Jordan responded as he sat beside her. "I enjoy the sunshine, I mean, how much did that ever happen in Indiana? Although I miss the storms and rain." They both laughed. "Oh, darn on all this sunshine and happiness. Damn." Trixi teased. "Hey, it's not always fun. I have work and such." Jordan retorted. "Oh yeah, doing what you love with computers, such hard work!" Trixi playfully chased. Nudging his shoulder with hers. "Like you have anything to say about that, little miss teacher." Jordan teased, pushing her back. Trixi let out an "hmpf" and pushed him back. He playfully pushed her back. She pinched his side. He laughed and began tickling her. It had been too long since they just got to be goofy with each other. Everything that had happened felt as if it didn't for a couple minutes. The tickling turned to wrestling and soon, Trixi took a cheap shot while being tickled, and gave his package a quick squeeze. Jordan's face was that of a shocked one, he made a small squeeze play on her tit and laughed as she became determined and struggled against him more. She backed up away from him, even though he still held her wrists, making her way away from the edge of the bed to the center. Trixi fell backwards as Jordan pushed her hands toward her. Now it was full on wrestling. Trixi squirmed as Jordan laughed in his envisioned victory. Trixi ground her hips into his pelvis that happened to be hovering right about her. Jordan stopped laughing and his eyes closed. His grip loosened slightly, leaving just enough time for Trixi to wiggled her way out, flip them over, and straddle him. Trixi Visits LA "I win!" Trixi said as she pinned his hands over his head. It was Jordan's turn for a cheap shot, copying Trixi's move and grinding his hips into hers. Although, he upped the ante by lifting his head close to hers and groaning slightly. The victorious look faded from Trixi's face and she immediately released him. Sitting up, she moved to get off his wonderful body that she now either had to get away from or take advantage of. Jordan took this as an easy move to pin her once more. Soon she was under him, breathing hard, as Jordan leaned in close and whispered, "no, I win." Trixi just looked at Jordan's eyes, and the heat that was held there. She licked her lips and struggled to find something to say. "Uh, yeah. You, um... is it hot... in, um..." She trailed off as Jordan leaned in. "Yeah, it is." He answered as he kissed her. Trixi moved her arms around to his neck as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, making her moan. Hands were everywhere, above and under clothing. "We, um, shouldn't..." Trixi started as Jordan broke the kiss. "More like you shouldn't have rubbed me in the car, or grinded on me..." Jordan hoarsely told her as he went in for another kiss. Probing with his tongue and roughly pawing at her breasts over her shirt. Trixi pulled back, not liking being blamed for him mauling her, which she was fully enjoying. "Like this?" She asked innocently as she reached between them to rub his hard cock through his jeans. Jordan, unable to find a good answer, shoved up her shirt and pulled her bra down, spilling her tits out into his view. His mouth found her right nipple and he sucked greedily. Trixi ran her hands through his hair, her eyes closing. She clawed at his shirt, straining to get him to stop with his lovely tongue long enough for her to get his shirt off. He finally got the hint. Jordan's arm somehow got caught, which gave Trixi a good idea for how to pass the time for the three extra second she got. She quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down and shoved his pants to his mid thigh. Not the most comfortable of arrangements, but it was good enough for her to pop his dick out of his underwear and slide it into her mouth. Jordan let out a groan and fell forward as he finally shed his shirt. "Shit, Trixi! Oooooh. God." Jordan muttered. He carefully moved off of Trixi and laid on his back. "I'm not sure-" "I am." She interrupted as she rolled over and reinserted him into her warm mouth. Instinctively, his hands went to her head, pulling on her hair, slightly, just how she liked. Now it was her turn to moan. After he gave her time to work him into a frenzy by letting him slide in and out, tonguing his head and sucking on it while she played with his balls and shaft, it was time to step it up. He pulled her up on him, kissing her hard. Without warning, her rolled her to the side of him, kicking off his pants. Trixi laid there panting, trying to catch her breath. His hands found her jeans, stripping her of them with little effort. Suddenly shy, she covered her bra and undies with her hands. "I don't think so." Jordan said, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away. He soaked in her skivvy clad body. One of them was grossly overdressed. Laying on her, he hugged and kissed until she melted into his arms. He then rolled over so she would be on top. Trixi leaned back, putting her arms behind her. Jordan arched an eyebrow and cocked his head slightly to the side as Trixi bit her lip and undid her bra. Slowly, her naked chest came into view. Quickly, she bent down, letting her nipples graze his chest and she nibbled on his lower lip. As she grounded into him, his penis rubbed her through her panties. Jordan reached between them, shoved her panties aside, and thrust a finger into her drenched cunt. Pressing her eyes closed, she whimpered and began to ride his finger. Instead of adding another, he stopped altogether. Trixi's eyes flew open. The look on Jordan's face could not be mistaken. "Condom?" Trixi whispered the single question. Relief spread over his face. "Please?" she beseeched, stroking his dick. "I want you in me." Nothing could have made him move faster. Reaching under the bed, he searched for his dusty box of condoms. Trixi wiggled out of her boyshorts as he wrangled one from his stash and covered himself. Trixi quickly slid down his shaft in short pumps, letting herself stretch and grip his cock. Finally, she made it all the way down, and sat against his hips, letting him throb inside her. Jordan put his hands at her hips, rubbing her skin, trying to slow his heart. She rose up and slowly sank back down, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head with a growl. Trixi kept slowly riding him, her hands on his chest. "God Trixi. You're killing me here." He said as he tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers slightly digging in her curves. "What a way to die, though." She retorted as she swiveled her hips, causing him to buck under her. "Ooh! Can you do that again?" She asked breathlessly. "This?" He said as he thrust into her. She just let out a moan and sped up, riding him hard as Jordan thrust into her. Their bodies slapped together as he pulled her down hard on him. "Yessss. Please. Almost." Trixi whispered as she sped up, rocking her hips so her clit rubbed against the base of his penis. Jordan watched her as Trixi fucked him, a wicked grin plastered on her face, only broken when she moaned. Trixi was having a rousing good time when she heard a door open. She tensed and stopped her movements. Jordan's eyes widen upon her stopping. "Trixi? What's wrong?" He strained out as she shifted and turned to get a better look out his door. "I think I heard a door open." She whispered, starting to freak out. She covered her breasts with her hands and bent down toward him, still looking at the door. Jordan put his arms around her and withdrew himself almost all the way. "Trixi, I'm sure it wasn't anything. Roxy doesn't get home for another half an hour, more if traffic is bad." He replied. Trixi turned back toward Jordan and slightly relaxing. "Yeah, I guess." She said, moving her hands to flank his head. He lifted his head high enough to lay some soft kisses from her lips down her neck. Trixi squirmed. Jordan inserted the tip of his penis just inside her. Trixi began to sink onto him. He pulled his hips back just enough so that the head of his hardon poked into her. She tried again, but he countered. "Jordan..." "Hhmmmmm?" He murmured. "You know." She said. "Oh do I?" He inquired, playing dumb. "Yes," she stated, grabbing his hips. "You do." "Uh huh. I guess you would like this..." Jordan guessed as he rotated his hips so he teased her. She let her head roll to the side in frustration. She wasn't the only one frustrated. It was taking everything in him not to sink into her dripping wetness. "Not. Exactly." She replied. "Oh, then this." He hissed as he slowly slid his length into her. "Yes." She giggled. "Oh yes." Sliding out, he grinned as she pouted. "In the words of you, 'sorry'. This might help." He said, burying himself deep in her with one shift thrust. Trixi arched her back, closed her eyes, let her head fall back, and cried Jordan's name. "Why hello there, Trixi." Roxy said as she appeared in the doorway. "Enjoying yourself, I see. Oo, Nice rack." "Shit!" Jordan said as Trixi covered herself and rolled off him and down beside the bed, taking the blanket with her. Now there was Jordan, laying on his back, hard, and frustrated beyond all belief. He scrambled down beside Trixi, who scooted as far as humanly possible from him. Roxy had laughed her way all the way to her room. Only the slamming of her door snapped Jordan back into the here and now. Trixi was almost in tears and not even close to letting him touch her. "Did that just happen?" Jordan asked no one in particular. "I told you we shouldn't have." Trixi said as she shut the door and looked around for her underwear and bra, close to tears. "Trixi, don't." Jordan started, twirling her underwear on his finger. "Oh, looking for this?" "Not funny. You didn't just get caught bare-assed riding your ex-boyfriend by his roommate that hates you, now did you?" Trixi hissed through clenched teeth. "No, but I did get caught getting fucked by my hot friend by my bitchy roommate. Does that count?" Jordan asked, closing the distance between them. "Don't think that calling me hot is going to get me to forget about what just happened." Trixi said while backing up. Jordan kept walking toward her. "Why are you looking at me like that?" The tango of sorts ended with Trixi's back hitting Jordan's bedroom wall. Her eyes widened as she felt the hard wall behind her as Jordan, smiling, pressed toward her. Trixi put up her hands in a feeble attempt to stop him. He easily grabbed her hands, leaned in. "I wasn't joking." She said, just before he stopped, hovering over her mouth. "I know. Neither was I. You are hot and she is a bitch." He said, holding his lips millimeters from hers. He refused to kiss her even though she was staring lustfully at his lips. He licked his lips and let out a small breath. Trixi's mind was going nuts. She was still embarrassed, horny as hell, waiting for him to kiss her, but also wanted to show him how angry she was with him not listening to her. She just had to decide what part of her she wanted to follow. Considering that she hadn't gotten any since the last time they were together, and although she pleased herself, nothing felt as good as his cock did rubbing all the spots that she couldn't reach. Boy, did she try to reach it. Having this flash through her head made a spark in her eyes. A smile pulled at Jordan's concentrating face. He saw the desire flicker on her face. All he had to do was wait; wait just a few more seconds, he thought. Yet, before two seconds had passed, she was kissing him... leaning-off-the-wall-and-into-him kissing him. Not just making-out kissing him, but fuck-me-hard kissing him. Jordan pushed her back onto the wall, slightly roughly. She moaned. His appetite for this vixen knew no bounds at this point. She liked it hot, rough, and now. He was obliged to do just that, up against the wall with a little hair pulling. Pinning her arms to her side, he kissed her back. Sliding his hands down to her wrists while raising her arms above her head, he bruised and nipped at her lips. "Still mad?" He asked playfully, watching her glossed over eyes. Chest heaving, lips slightly swollen, her eyes danced. "Fuck me." She said. "Wha?" Jordan asked. He didn't think she would be so blunt. If his cock wasn't hard before, it could sure as hell hammer a nail now. "Fuck. Me." Trixi repeated trying to move her arms down. Jordan held them up, and just looked at her. She was past the point of being a lady, or civilized, or even anything short of being a horny slut. He could hold her down, make her beg, have her wherever he wanted, as long as he would have her, hopefully long, hard, and passionately. "I'm not sure... Roxanne might hear us." Jordan hedged, wanting to see how bad she wanted this. "Then maybe we should charge "Roxy" for the show." Trixi replied. Jordan laughed and kissed her hard again. "That is the best thing you've said all day." He chuckled. "I bet I can do better." She came back with. "Oh? How so?" Jordan challenged. "Fuck. Me. Hard." Trixi breathed into his ear, straining to get closer to him, arching off the wall and into him. If Jordan was the fainting type, he would have been on the floor. Instead, he was kissing her, hands roaming over her body. They were in her hair, pulling just until her head leaned back and she moaned. He then kissed down her neck to her breast. Groping, licking, sucking her tits until she moaned his name. Jordan went back to her lovely mouth, shoving his knee between her legs, letting her grind on his thigh like an animal in heat. Suddenly, he stopped and leaned back, glancing at the wonton Trixi, heavy lidded eyes below her concerned brow. "I changed my mind." He said matter-of-factly, taking a step back. "You, wha... what?" Trixi wiped her mouth, "enough teasing, Jordan." He couldn't be mean. "Fine. I just think I should lock the door. No use sharing you, I want you all to myself." Jordan said as he walked to the door and turned the lock. He glanced at closed bathroom door, and then remembered that Roxy locks it every time she enters the bathroom. "Oh..." She took this time to move over to his bed, and move to the center of his bed. Jordan turned around just in time to see her lower her naked body onto her hands and knees, "in that case...". Wiggling her ass slightly, Jordan did everything he could not to sprint to his bed. He paused, taking in her body; she mistook this for fading interest and moved until she was sitting toward him, legs bent in front of her, leaning back onto her hands. Her legs shielded his eyes from seeing most of her. His shy lady had returned. As he walked toward her, something flickered across her face. Her slightly bruised, totally sexy, mouth drew into a smile and she slowly lowered her legs. Extending her arm, she beckoned him forward with a single finger. He crawled onto the bed and into her open arms. His mouth quickly found hers as she arched into his roaming hands. Jordan pressed his full body onto Trixi's, forcing her to lie back under his weight. His hard cock rubbed against her stomach and pelvis. The hands stopped long enough to have Trixi open her eyes. He searched for anything that would make him think she had her reservations. Trixi laughed inwardly, rolled her eyes, and then guided his dick into her wet pussy. Jordan didn't need an engraved invitation, her grabbing him was just fine for him. He slowly sank into her, loving every second of her tight body gripping him. She felt just as he remembered... although, he was just in her a minute ago, but it seemed too long. Trixi grabbed a hold of his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him. Moaning, she begged for more. Jordan was beside himself on how much he had missed sex. Along with a good penis stroking, his ego was getting its fair share of engorging. Watching her wrack her body against his was quite a trip in its self. And wracking was exactly what Trixi was doing! Trying her best to take him deep and coax him to hammer into her hard and fast. She realized he was waiting for her to come before he fucked her hard enough to get himself there, but she could fix that. Leaning close to him and rocking her hips, she whispered in his ear, "Please. I. Need. It. Hard." Jordan moaned as he started to drive himself into her faster. His breath quickening, as did Trixi's, both totally losing themselves in what was proving to be a quick and dirty little bit of sex. Neither were trying to be quiet now, who really cared who heard? It was some great sex. "I could fuck you all night. I like this more outgoing, slutty side of you." Jordan said through clenched teeth as he withdrew his penis from her. "Could you?" she retorted. "and I like the way you say slut." Pausing momentarily, he licked his lips. "You like dirty talk?" He asked, almost confused, but wholly turned on at the thought. "More than you ever knew." She responded, trying to get him to thrust back into her. He started to laugh at her attempt to pull him toward her. "Beg." He stated simply. "Excuse me?" She stopped her efforts. "If you want me inside you, beg for it." Jordan said as a wicked smile formed on his lips. "Please, shove your cock in me." Trixi breathlessly asked, almost shyly. Of course talking dirty and being submissive were her fantasies, but she never thought she would ever hear Jordan say anything like that to her. They both laughed. "Ok, that was a little weird. I like it, but hee hee. Well..." "Mmmmm, I like hearing you say that." Jordan murmured, "you like being submissive too?" "Maybe..." She said, trying not to commit, afraid that he would laugh or poke fun. He growled at her and rolled their bodies so she was on top of him. "How did I not know this before?" He asked pausing as she started to rock her hips back and forth, riding him painfully slow. "We... didn't really... talk much... about things like that." She said, picking up speed. "Annnndddd I didn't... really come out of my shell... until after college." Trixi slammed herself up and down when the word 'come' sneaked across her lips. "I like your inner shell." Jordan said, grabbing her hips and forcing her to ride him harder and deeper. "God, I don't know why I..." "Don't. Just fuck me." She said and closed her eyes as she felt herself almost ready to cum. "As you wish." He replied, picking up his speed. He was going to cum soon, but he wanted to make sure she did first. Closing his eyes in effort to think of anything but the sexy nymph riding his cock, he tried to think of something to hold him off... her sister. Trixi started to moan louder. The image of her bitchy sister faded as he opened his eyes and saw his ex's face contort in orgasmic bliss. "So close. Please. Uggghh!" Trixi saw stars, or something. Warm tingles ran currents through her body, her pussy clenching his still rock hard cock. "Sooo much better than when I get myself off." She then looked into his eyes and said "and your turn. Lay back and enjoy." She lifted her body off Jordan. He moaned in disappointment, but it was quickly turned into a growl as he grabbed her hips and slammed into her after she turned around. To say he loved a great ass was an understatement. She wiggled and rode and turned to look back at him. That was the end of him. He thrust in her two final times, holding her down on him as he came. An uncomfortable silence fell between Trixi and Jordan as they lied beside each other under the covers, a full foot between them. "Well, that was, um, as interesting welcoming." Trixi said, breaking the silence. "Yeah... well, you know me." Jordan said, chuckling uncomfortably. "Sorry about Roxy earlier." "Don't worry about it. You more than made up for it after the fact. So, I'm starving... dinner?" Trixi said, holding the blanket up to cover her chest as she sat up. "Um, yeah. I know a cheap and fast place." He said. "Sounds good. I'm cheap and I love it fast." She said, trying to lighten the mood. "You are not cheap... and I'll give you fast." Jordan retorted, smiling as he noticed her effort to make things less awkward. Seeing him smile caused Trixi to grin. Things would be fine. She stood and started to take the blanket with her to find her clothes that were thrown in haste earlier. Jordan had other ideas. He pulled on the blanket and it easily slid out of her loose grip. Trixi stood in front of him once again completely naked. "Turn about's foreplay." With that she pulled off the blanket and soaked in Jordan's naked body as he laid comfortably on his back. His dick was semihard and he smirked. "Surprise. Seeing you naked gets me all hard and horny. Just look at the mess you made." He said, shaking his head. "I made? I'm not the one who took my blanket away. If anything you caused this problem." With that, she climbed onto the bed and lightly fondled his cock, making it harder. "And the only problem I see is that it's not in me." She whispered into his ear and she stroked him. "Food first. Wear that skirt. No undies and trust me, you'll like it." With that he got up to pull on his jeans, sans boxers, and toss on a shirt. He opened the door to the living room. Turning around he winked as he strode into his small kitchen. Roxy was watching TV and turned to see him enter the kitchen. "What's for dinner?" Roxy asked, "I'm starving." "Trixi and I are going to In and Out Burger super quick. Want to come?" He politely asked, but hoped that she would refuse like every other time he wanted fast food. Trixi Visits LA "I can't eat that crap. You know that, ass." Roxy spat, not disappointing him. "Oh, yeah. I remember now. Diet. Again. I see no reason, but whatever." Jordan turned to see Trixi walk out of his bedroom in a skirt and hoodie. "Hey, Roxanne. How are you?" Trixi asked, trying to be civil. "Call me Roxy if you have to talk to me, but fine. How are you post noisy sex? I'm pretty sure the whole building heard you." Roxy responded, not adding that her herself got off three times listening to the wild sex she wished she was in on. She'd tried to seduce Jordan several times: leaving her door open while masturbating, walking around in short shorts and tiny tops, having loud sex with whoever she was with at the time in hopes to make him jealous... but nothing came of it. Trixi flies in and is here for less than 4 hours and they already fucked to orgasm. Not fair, in her opinion. "Sorry about that. I'm great, though. Thanks..." Trixi trailed off, knowing that the question that was asked was just to make her feel bad. Roxy didn't really care. "Alrighty, we're out. Later Roxy." Jordan said, grabbing his keys and helmet. He walked to the closet and grabbed the extra helmet for Trixi. He handed it to her and practically pushed her out the door. "I can't ride on your bike!" Trixi stammered, half worried and 100% aroused at the thought of Jordan's hot body driving a sexy bike. "I'm safe, never got into an accident and I always wear my helmet." He responded. "I have no undies. Your seat... my crotch..." She explained. He put his hand on her lower back and steered her toward his Ninja. "That's the point." He whispered and let his hand roam to her ass, squeezing a cheek. She playfully knocked his hand away. The ride and dinner was nice, the ride extra bumpy thanks to Jordan who loved hearing Trixi's little moans from all the movement. The worries didn't come to Trixi, however, until they turned toward the mountains instead of away from them. It was pitch black, minus what the headlights from the traffic lit up. "Um, where are we headed?" Trixi inquired at a stoplight, practically shouting to Jordan. He just shook his head and refused to answer. Fifteen minutes later they pulled into an overlook of the city half way up one of the foothills. Trixi took in the site as she removed her helmet. "Oh. My. God. It is gorgeous." "I know. I come here at night when I'm stressed. Reminds me of Indy and everything I liked back home." Jordan said, then regretting getting all soft on her. "I know what you mean. The lights are amazing. I feel like the only person in the world. This is awesome!" She said, still staring into the inky night-covered landscape before her. Jordan stood behind her, watching her place her hands on the seat and lean on his bike to get a better view. All that did was cause her skirt to rise up and although he couldn't see anything, he knew what he would be able to see if there was light. He walked behind her and placed his hands over hers. "Careful about how you stand. People might get a little show." He jokingly teased.She arched her back and bent over more, shoving her ass into his crotch. "Really? Who besides you can see me?" She countered. "Good point." He replied as he let go of one of her hands and found her wet slit under her half pushed up skirt. "Someone is dripping wet." "Your bike vibrates a lot." Trixi stammered, caught at being horny and wet. "I'm sure that's it and not that I have you bent over my bike, held in place and fingering you in front of all of LA in the middle of a public park?" "Ok, maybe a little bit because of that too." She responded. She took her free hand and found his throbbing cock in his pants. "Looks like you like it too." "I wouldn't have said it if I knew it wasn't true for me too. I've always wanted to do it with you in public... ever since we talked about doing it on the mini-island at Ball State. God, I wish we would have." He reminisced. "What about over your bike..." she asked, pulling up her skirt up over her hips"in a park, overlooking LA?" She finished, unzipping his fly. "I like the way you're thinking." He answered, pushing down his jeans. "Hold on, I need to find the condom." "Sneaky little one, you are." She replied. He was still looking when he heard a ripping sound. "I found it while I was holding onto you while riding." He saw nothing but felt her roll the cool condom onto his hot penis. He reached put and rubbed her tatas as she finished putting it on. His hands went up her chest, along her neck to the back of her head. He lightly grasped her hair and tugged slightly until she moaned. "Now who is the sneaky one?" He asked as he slowly sank into her. "I guess we both are. Now, show me what you thought it would be like when you planned this and grabbed that condom." And with that, Jordan began to pump in and out of Trixi. She kept her hands on his seat the whole time, letting him take control of angle, speed, depth, and basically everything. It was nice to not think, but just feel and get another tingly orgasm. LA wasn't that bad...