9 comments/ 23588 views/ 25 favorites Flames By: civicabuser This is a completely fictional story and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. So, I'm resubmitting this story because I made a mistake in my first submission where I put a bit of part two into the file that I uploaded. I've removed that part and fixed a few minor errors I made in the story. Also, I've scrapped the original second part and am rewriting it completely since most of the surprise is pretty much already ruined. I appreciated all the comments I received on the first submission, and I apologize sincerely for the mistake I made. I'll definitely try and make up for it in the new part 2. For any first-time readers of Flames, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. * Oh Calculus, how it bored me to death. I sat three rows from the back, with my laptop out and paying as much attention to the professor as Charlie Brown would. I did catch something about triple integrals, but it made no sense to me. Some Youtube video was playing on my laptop in front of me, and I was really paying no attention to that either. What I was looking at, though, was the reflection on the screen. Thanks to assigned seating, there was always this one girl sitting behind me and a little to the right, so I could see her through the reflection on my screen. I didn't know anything about her, I didn't even know her name, but that didn't stop me from glancing at her. I guess it was kind of creepy that I carried on looking at her, but I'm pretty sure any guy in my position would have. She wasn't the most beautiful girl on the planet, but there was something about her that I could not get out of my mind. Maybe it was her half smile whenever the professor cracked a lame joke, maybe it was how when she glanced at my screen, I instinctively looked away for fear that she had seen me. There were a billion maybes going through my head and that was enough to blind me to the fact that class had ended and people were shuffling out. Someone pushed my chair by mistake and I snapped out of my mental DDOS attack. I quickly shut my laptop and packed it into my bag and left. My next class was an hour away and it was in the same building, so I decided to stay in the building and continue my Youtube viewing. I sat down on a bench in the main hall and got my laptop out again. Earphones.. My earphones were missing. I must have left them in the lecture hall. I was about to stand up when the earphones mysteriously floated in front of my face. "They look expensive, and I was a little tempted to steal them," said a voice behind me. I turned around to catch the eyes of the beauty that sat behind me in class. The red hair, the green eyes, and that enigmatic half-smile took my speech away. "But, you seem like the kind of guy that really enjoys his music, so losing these would kill a part of you." "Uhm.. Yeah, it definitely be painful to lose those. Thanks for not stealing those from me," I replied, trying not to stare into her eyes too much. "Erin. My name's Erin. You're the guy that never pays attention in class. How do you manage to keep your grades up?" "I don't. I think I have a high C when I probably should be making an A. Oh, and my name is Sean." She flashed me the smile again. "Well, you might wanna stop watching those Youtube videos. They distract me a little too by the way." "I wish I could help it. The boring-ness of calc combined with the boring-ness of Sir Monotone is enough to make me suicidal." "I hear that. Well, I've got to rush to a class, but.." I cut her off, feeling unnaturally brave, or just extremely stupid. "Would you like to grab a cup of coffee sometime today? I owe you something for getting those back to me." She stood silent for a second and my heart sank. I was about to get rejected.. Again. "I can't.." Of course, the inevitable struck. "..today."My emotions instantly reversed. I had never been so overjoyed to hear such a mundane word, but she still had a lot of room to reject me. "I could try meet you tomorrow since I only have two classes. Is that okay?" "Yes, yes it is. I have no classes tomorrow so I'll be free all day. You can call me whenever you want." She pulled out her phone and looked up at me. "Oh, yeah, the number. 728-266-2455." She typed it in and saved it to her contacts. "Alright, I shall let you know when I'm free. Oh, and take these before I walk away with them." I just realized that I hadn't taken my earphones from her. I opened my palm and she dropped them in, then she smiled, turned, and walked away. The sweet smell of her perfume and shampoo lingered for a bit then died either into familiarity or into dilution. I sat back down and plugged my earphones in. I opened up my music player and played some lossless concertos. Even the beautiful deep sound of the cello wasn't enough to fend off the swarm of maybes that once again raided my mind. The biggest maybe was whether or not she would call me the next day. I woke up late the next day to the vibration of my phone. I groggily checked it and saw that I got a text from an unknown number. It was Erin, and she wanted to meet up in an hour. The maybes temporarily flew out the window while I jumped out of bed and beelined for the shower. After making sure I was squeaky clean and smelling good, I put on my daily attire in an attempt to look as natural as possible. I put on some cologne, grabbed my wallet and phone and drove to campus. I texted her back on my way to campus, asked her where she would like to meet up. She replied as soon as I had parked and told me to meet her at the biggest cafe on campus. She arrived at a few minutes after me. We walked together into the cafe and placed our orders. I, of course, paid for the coffee. She went to a table and sat down while I waited for our drinks. Once they were done, I took them to her and sat opposite her. I couldn't help but notice how stunning she looked. Her red hair framed her semi-pale face in fire and her emerald green eyes seemed to pierce into my soul in the most welcomed of ways. Her look was further intensified by dark makeup around her eyes which made her seem somewhat sad. All of that darkness was betrayed, though, by her slim lips which were almost constantly smiling. "Thanks for the coffee Sean, I really needed it. This week has been terribly rough because of a project I had to do." "What project was it?" I asked. "A programming project. Like a lot of girls, I'm somewhat computer illiterate so I'm basically teaching myself the basics of computing while trying to learn how to program. I would ask for help, but my TAs and teacher are completely useless, and all my classmates are complete nerds." "Yeah, I hated programming, but I finished all the required programming courses for my major last semester, so I'm done. I guess that makes me a 'complete nerd,'" I said jokingly. We sat there and chatted for a good hour. Turns out she was in the same major as me, but she was a sophomore and I was a junior. I was slightly behind on math, and she was, as she said, "somewhat good," at math so she was ahead of her grade in terms of math classes. She loved computers as much as I did, but never really explored them until she got into college. I had been building and repairing computers since freshman year in high school. Because of our opposite strengths and weaknesses in our classes, and after she established that I was not a complete nerd, we agreed on helping each other through our courses. I loved chatting to her. I'd only really known her for one day, but I already started noticing the little things that she did that made her irresistibly cute. She cocked her head slightly whenever I was talking and seemed to always give me that mysterious half smile. What drove me insane though was when she really smiled. I was talking about my dog and she absolutely LOVED dogs. Anyway, I was telling her a cute story about my pup, and when I got to the cutest part of it, her smile just beamed. And, it wasn't just her mouth that was smiling, her entire face did. Her eyes squinted and her slightly blushed cheeks rose. It was the kind of smile that could cure cancer, and boy did it. It cured the cancer that was my insecurity at that time. I felt like she genuinely liked being around me and that she wasn't leading me on. Another thing that caught my eye was when I was telling her about one of my dogs that died not too long ago. I guess she sensed that the dog was really close to me and she bit the side of her bottom lip and looked me straight in the eye. When I finished telling her about my beloved dog, she put her hand on mine just for a second and said, "I'm so sorry. I know how that is, and it feels terrible." Usually words don't do anything to stop me from feeling sad, hell, even physical contact affected my emotions, but Erin had this profound effect on me. Her personality was so warm and caring, and it radiated around her. When she touched me, I felt that warmth, not just physical, but emotional. She pulled out her phone and said, "Wow, we've been here for an hour. I swear it felt like a lot less. Unfortunately, I have to go to my next class, but I'll see you tomorrow in calculus. Thanks for the coffee and I think we definitely have to do this again some time." We both stood up and she pulled her signature half grin. "Bye," she said, then hugged me and left. I sat back down in the chair for a minute contemplating what just happened. The first thing that went through my mind is that she wasn't single. Girls were only this friendly if they were taken or if they were actually single and looking. It was just very more likely that she was taken. But, if she was single, then did she really enjoy being around me? Of course she didn't "like" me just yet, but was there the prospect? Was there a chance that she was thinking that I was a guy she wanted to date? I got up and walked out of the cafe and drove back to my apartment. My mind was too active so I played my favorite playlist, put the volume as loud as my ears could stand and absentmindedly did some homework. I turned the volume down after I got an angry neighbor knocking at my door. Then, I carried on doing homework until I felt tired enough to pass out on the couch. I woke up at 3AM randomly, like I usually do and saw that Erin sent me a "goodnight" text at around 11PM, long after I fell asleep. It was too late to reply, so I just went back into my bedroom and contemplated the enigmatic behavior that all girls seemed to be genetically predisposed to perpetuate. At 8:30 the next morning, I woke up to my annoying cellphone alarm. Like any good college student, I put it to snooze about 5 times before I finally got up and went to the shower. I was feeling unnaturally horny that morning. I'm pretty sure I dreamt of having sex with Erin because I remember seeing her face without her signature grin. Rather, it had the look of a woman consumed with passion. In my memory, I heard her moan, her face jumping up and down from the force of my thrusts, but I never saw her body. My own dreams teased me. It was like my brain knew that I would never get to see her body without clothing so it would rather give me something that would drive my libido insane. I masturbated vigorously in the shower, trying to get rid of any distracting sexual tension I had. Throughout the session, the only thing I could think of was her face, twisted by the throes of ecstasy, beautified by the harsh passion of the moment. What threw me over the edge, though, was the moans that my brain made up for her. They sounded real, as though she were right next to me on the verge of a cripplingly powerful orgasm. When I was done with the shower, I was completely clean, but only partially satisfied. I went to my first class which was microprocessor design, My attention was hardly on the professor as he babbled on about switches and the new "high efficiency" gates. The only thing going through my mind was Erin. I would get to see her after my microprocessor class, but I was impatient. 5 minutes before the end of class, I packed all my stuff and practically ran out of class toward the math building. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Erin was just outside the computer engineering building when I exploded out. While thoroughly embarrassed, I tried to think of something to explain my hastiness. "What's the time?" I asked with feigned urgency. "11:15," she answered, seemingly unfazed by my unusual behavior. "Oh, thank goodness. I fell asleep in my last class and I thought that I was late for calculus." "I'm surprised you're so anxious about missing it, usually you don't give a sh-" "I wouldn't miss it for the world," I said sarcastically while interrupting her.. She smiled, immediately making me feel weak with her charm. "Well, we have 15 minutes before class starts. Would you like one of my granola bars?" she asked. I quickly agreed and we sat down on a bench just outside the math building. She handed me a bar and pulled one out for herself. While we chatted, she periodically sipped on a cup of coffee she brought with her. I watched her pick it up, and the entire time I did so, the only thing that went through my head was if I would ever get to hold her hand. She was attacking me with beauty and charm, and there was no way I could fend that off. Even if I could, I wouldn't want to. I loved every second of it. It felt odd that I was already thinking so far ahead. Usually I was more defensive about my emotions, and I was very rarely emotionally attracted to girls, but Erin broke down my defenses so easily. I felt vulnerable, because I had only really talked to her for two days and already I was thinking about a relationship with her. "Sean?" she asked, snapping me out of yet another mental DDOS. Apparently I had forgotten to converse with her.. Happens often enough, but even more when I'm nervous. "Sorry, I zone out really easy. It's my inner idiot acting up," I said. She giggled and looked down. "You're too smart to have an inner idiot." I could instantly feel myself blushing. She looked up and saw my red cheeks and burst out laughing."I don't think I've ever made a man blush," she said while laughing. "I'm quite proud of myself right now." "Don't get too proud. I blush way too easily when I'm given compliments. I never quite know how to handle them." "Well, a wise man once told me that you put them into your bag of self-confidence. He has very corny sayings, but they make you think of things very differently. You think of it differently enough to seriously consider using his advice," she said, "I think it's time to head to class. Let's go and pretend to pay attention." I stood up and took her granola bar wrapper to throw away. "It's too much effort to even pretend to pay attention in there." She giggled and said, "You're the second most laziest person I know." "Who's the first?" "Your inner idiot. He's never doing his job." She melted me yet again as she smiled. In class, we sat down and naturally I opened my laptop. I carried on glancing at her through the reflection. At one point, she looked back, but I didn't look down or away. I smiled at her reflection and it smiled back and waved. For three more weeks, we hung out every other day and I got to know her better and better. She was from a town about 2 hours away from the college and about 30 minutes away from my hometown. She had an older brother and sister who had both graduated college and had stable jobs on opposite coasts of the country. Aside from computers, she loved tennis, art, writing, and she reemphasized how much she loved dogs. She was also extremely random and somewhat goofy. Out of nowhere she would just do something completely unexpected. For example, one day we were walking through the library and she saw a random guy sleeping on one of the couches. She asked me quietly if she could borrow the bag that my drink was in. I took the drink out and handed it to her. She inflated it, burst it loudly over the guy's head and ran out the library. I ran after her wondering what other surprises she had in store for me. One day, we were hanging out at the cafe and we started talking about our pups. She had two back home. One was a 4 year-old German Shepherd and the other was a year-old Doberman. I showed her a picture of my month-old Husky back home and she seemed like she would explode because she couldn't handle the cuteness of it. She covered her mouth with her hands, disappointing me because I couldn't see her smile. "He is the cutest thing ever!" she said, almost screaming. "Yeah, wait until you meet him though. He's got an evil side, and is probably the naughtiest puppy ever. See this right here?" I pointed to a scar on my arm. "That was him. Apparently I look really tasty." She laughed and said, "I wouldn't say tasty, but you certainly look good. Cue the blush." She was certainly accurate because I sensed myself blushing.. I looked away and her laughter began again. "That's so cute." "Cuter than my puppy?" I asked, still too embarrassed to show my reddened face. "No, but definitely very close." The warmth in my cheek worsened after she said that. When I felt the warmth of my blush fade away, I showed my face again. I didn't know what I was thinking, but I asked her out, completely out of the blue. "Would you like to.. Go out with me?" I felt more nervous than I had ever felt before and my shaky voice did little to hide that. Usually I waited until I felt confident that the girl I was asking would say yes, but this time, I just didn't. I took a leap of faith, and her answer would decide whether I landed in a massive pit filled with memory foam pillows or on solid concrete. She thought silently for what seemed like an eternity. "Yes. Yes, I would love to go out with you Sean." At that point, the only thing holding me back was my fear of attracting too much attention. I would've jumped out of my seat and screamed, "VICTORY!" if my inhibitions weren't so.. Inhibitory. That was another first. Never before had I ever been so happy to have a girl agree to go on a date with me. Instead of making a complete idiot of myself, I said as calmly as I could, "That's.. That's great. I was thinking about having dinner at XXXXX. Since you'll probably dress up to go there anyway, I was wondering if you'd be up for a little semi-formal photoshoot before then?" XXXXX was a fancy dining place just off campus. The staff were given strict orders to not allow anyone dressed casually. Attire was strictly formal, and that's why I chose it. I knew I looked good in formal clothing, and I was hoping that Erin enjoyed dressing up. "That sounds great! I've never done a photoshoot before. I didn't even get any senior photos done. What if I'm a terrible model or something?" "You can never be anything less than a great model," I said, instantly regretting the corniness of the compliment. To my delight though, she blushed and looked down with embarrassment. "Ah, I see the tables have turned. Look over here." She shook her head. "Come on, I have got to see this." She slowly looked up at me with a grin on her face. Her cheeks were still red. "You look extremely cute right now." "Cuter than your puppy?" "For sure." "Well, I definitely am just as naughty as him." She stood up grabbed my iPod and phone. "Catch me if you can!" And she just ran off. My pup did that all the time, minus the talking part of course. I quickly threw the trash away and ran after her. She was remarkably fast but I caught up to her once we got outside. She looked behind to see where I was, and once she realized how close I was, she screamed and giggled. I sped up and got within grabbing distance of her. I put my arm around her waist and gently slowed her down to avoid making us both fall down hard. When we had slowed down enough, I put my other arm around her while she tried to struggle out of my grasp. She was still giggling and it was infectious. Without a warning, she pulled us both down, making me lose my balance. If I hadn't reacted quickly enough and stepped to the side of her, I probably would've landed on top of her. Thankfully, we were on the lawn of one of the buildings, so the landing wasn't too hard. I came down next to her with the grace of a drunk elephant. She was already down on her back and was laughing constantly. We both ignored the confused looks from the people around us. Flames "I'm surprised I caught up with you. I'm so out of shape." She giggled and said, "Are you crazy? You're not out of shape!" "You're just blind," I said mockingly while getting up. When I was standing, I held out my hand to help Erin up. She gave me her hand and I held it. When I pulled her up, she was standing so very close to me. I didn't let go of her hand, and she didn't pull it away. I was so close to her I could see the muscles in her eyes. She made no effort to move away and she wasn't smiling any more. To my surprise, she moved closer. Our bodies touched, and I could feel her warmth seeping into me. Both our heads leaned forward, and I was more than sure we were going to kiss. When our lips were just an inch apart, her playful nature came out. She whispered, "Not yet," then kissed me on the cheek. Again, she giggled, pulled her hand free of mine and ran. As I chased her, I wondered what just happened. On the day of the date (Saturday), I woke up with a bad case of morning wood. Again I had a steamy dream that involved Erin, except now her body was involved. The last few dreams I had of her were the same as the first dream, where I'd see her face in the bliss of orgasm and hear her moan. The details of her body were fuzzy, but it didn't matter. What I saw in my dream and what was in reality were completely different things. I quickly did my business then called the restaurant to make sure that my reservation was still there. After that, I called Erin to ask her when she would be ready for the photoshoot. She said she would be ready at 4 and the dinner reservation was at 7. I spent the rest of the day listening to music and thinking about the millions of ways I could screw up the date. At 3, I showered and got ready. Erin didn't live far away from me so I could afford to waste a little time. By 3:45, I was ready. Not to be vain, but I looked good. My slacks and dress shirt were top of the line and they fit me perfectly. I smelled good, and I had just shaved. After making sure my breath was fresh, I headed out to Erin's apartment. "Who's there?" Erin's roommate, Brooke, asked when I knocked on the door. "Sean. I'm here for Erin," I replied. The door swung open and I walked in. Erin's roommate Brooke was standing beside the door. She was pretty too, but from what Erin told me, she was quite the bitch. "She's in her room getting ready. I'll tell her you're here." She left me standing by a couch while she walked towards Erin's room. She banged on the door and shouted, "Erin, you're date's here, hurry your ass up!" At least she wasn't vulgar. Erin quickly came out from the room. When I saw her, my eyes widened, and if I were a cartoon, my jaw probably would've dropped to the floor. She was wearing a red mid-thigh-length dress with what looked like 3-inch heels. Her hair was slightly curled and it framed her face perfectly. She showed just the right amount of cleavage to consider it classy while making me more than just a little excited. I never noticed it before because she always wore jeans, but Erin had incredible legs. For being about 5'3", her legs were remarkably long and slender without being out of proportion. The figure hugging dress accentuated her curves very well, most especially her natural hourglass figure. "You look.. Incredible Erin," I managed to blurt out. "And the same to you good sir," she replied, flashing her beautiful smile. "Would you like to get going? I can't wait to take some photos of you." "I'm so nervous!" she giggled. "You shouldn't be. You'll look great no matter what," I said with a confident smile. "Alright, I trust you. Let's get out of here." We got out her apartment and got into the car. "Where are we going to have the photoshoot?" she asked. "On campus. There are some really nice places to take photos. I've walked around there enough to know all the good spots." "Alrighty." When we got onto campus, I parked as close as I could to a good photo location. It was purposely far from the restaurant so Erin and I could have nice leisurely stroll after dinner. At the first location, I made her sit on a bench and do some typical poses. I took a few shots, and from then on, I basically just let her be herself while I snapped away. She was extremely fun and all the shots were unique. She never did the same thing twice and was not afraid to pull funny faces at the camera. When I asked her to give me a serious look, she looked at me questioningly, then complied. Then, she gave me a look that made my heart hurt. The expression she had showed a vulnerability that was so contradictory to her nature. It showed a sadness that was heart-wrenching, yet beautiful beyond any measure. I almost forgot to take a picture. The entire time we were taking photos, we were chatting back and forth, but now I was silent. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "Nah, just thinking," I said truthfully. "What are you thinking about?" "A solution to one of my problems in my circuitry class," I lied. "Well, stop thinking, it's making you all serious and stuff. Be happy!" she giggled. "Alright alright, I'll stop. Ready to head over to the restaurant?" "Of course! All this modeling has made me hungry." I put my camera in its bag and walked with Erin. When we arrived at the restaurant, we were led to our table. When we were seated, I considered ordering wine until I realized that Erin was only 19. Curse American liquor laws. Instead, I just had water and Erin had the same. The rest of the night at the restaurant was pretty uneventful. We chatted a lot, and thankfully we didn't have any awkward moments. It seemed like she was a pro at making sure awkward moments didn't happen. Also, I managed, against all odds, to not screw up anything or say anything stupid. When we were done eating, I picked up the check and we walked back to the car. That long leisurely stroll with Erin was great. She walked right by my side, sometimes walking so close she was pressing into my side. I was so tempted to put my arm around her or hold her hand, but I didn't. I didn't want to risk ruining the date. When we arrived at her apartment, we stood outside her door. "You want to come in? I really want to see the pictures you took," she said. "Sure. Let me go get the camera." I went downstairs to my car and got the camera. When I got back to her door, it was open and she was sitting on the couch with her gorgeous legs neatly crossed. I sat next to her and turned on the camera. I went through all the pictures while she giggled at some of them. When I reached the one that took my breath away, I told her, "This is my favorite." "Why?" she asked. She tilted her head to the side. "I don't know," I said. "It's just.. I don't know how to explain it. It.. It shows a side of you I've never seen before. You're always so happy and goofy, but this picture completely contradicts all that. It just looks incredible, and I'm not saying you don't always look incredible, you just look more incredible at that moment, and.." She cut me off by kissing me on the cheek. "You think I'm goofy? That's the best compliment anyone's ever given me," she said honestly. I looked deep into her eyes, and she did the same. Both our smiles went away as I moved closer to her. I could feel her breath on my face. I moved in closer. Our noses were touching and she didn't back off. Then, I closed my eyes and kissed her and she kissed back. She put a hand on my shoulder and gently pulled me in closer. We carried on making out for a good five minutes before we finally broke the kiss. I opened my eyes and looked at her face. She showed her vulnerable side again with that look that made me ache all over. "You are so beautiful Erin," I whispered. In response, she kissed me with more passion than before. I groaned from the intensity and I felt myself getting hard. My arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her even closer to me. Her hands glided over my arms and shoulders, then crept over to my chest. I broke the kiss and worked my way away from her face, kissing her cheek, then down to her neck. When I reached her shoulder, she pulled back slightly and whispered into my ear, "Not yet." I respectfully stopped kissing her and covered my throbbing crotch out of embarrassment. She noticed that and said softly, "Don't be embarrassed." We sat quietly next to each other for a few minutes. My erection thankfully subsided hastily. I felt like questioning her, asking what I did wrong, but I decided against it. We were both startled when Brooke banged on the door. Erin got up and let her in. Brooke was very thoroughly intoxicated and had some random douche-looking frat boy with her. I thought, "Well, at least someone's getting laid in this apartment tonight." The guy started pulling down Brooke's skimpy dress while they stumbled towards her room. If I hadn't turned away, I most likely seen her butt naked based on how rapidly the horny drunkard was tearing off her clothes. I looked at Erin and she just shook her head as she closed the door. By the time she sat back down, Brooke and her mate were going at it full swing. They weren't trying to be quiet either. "I should probably get going," I said. Erin nodded. "I'll walk you to your car." We got to the car and I unlocked it. "I'm sorry," Erin said. "You don't have to apologize for Brooke." "Not for that, for the other thing," she said solemnly. I smiled and replied, "You don't have to apologize for that either. I understand." Even though I didn't. She pulled me close and kissed me one more time before I got in my car and backed out of the driveway. Erin stood in the same spot until I got out of the driveway. When I got back to my apartment, I noticed that I had forgotten my camera. I waved it off knowing that I would pick it up the next day. Instead of worrying about the camera, I masturbated. All the time, I thought of Erin. Her soft lips, the intensity of the kiss, how soft her waist felt under my fingers. I came when I imagined Erin cumming in my arms, her body writhing in the bliss of her orgasm then trembling in the aftermath. I woke up to my phone beeping. Erin had sent me a text telling me about my forgotten camera, and that I could come by whenever I wanted to pick it up. I really wanted to see her again, so I showered quickly and got dressed. When I got into the car, I texted her to let her know I would be there soon. By the time I arrived at her apartment she hadn't replied. She must've had her phone on silent or something. I knocked on her door and waited. Brooke answered the door, looking thoroughly hungover and wearing nothing but a tank and panties. "Come in, she's in the shower," she said somewhat rudely. "Make yourself at home." I sat down and watched her walk back to her room. Naturally I looked at her butt.. Don't judge! She was wearing cheeky panties! It's kinda hard to resist. After 5 minutes of waiting, I heard her room door open. She came out wearing pajama shorts and a tank with a pink bra. She didn't notice me sitting there, but she carried on walking to Brooke's door and knocked loudly. "What do you want for breakfast?!" I couldn't hear Brooke's reply. "Okay, and what about the fffbuddy?!" Again, her reply was inaudible. She turned toward the living room and jumped when she saw me. "Oh wow, I didn't know you came in. I'm so sorry you have to see me like this." I don't know what she meant. Wearing a tank and shorts, her long red hair wet after the shower, and without makeup obscuring the details of her face, she couldn't have looked better if she tried. "And I'm sorry you had to hear that," she said while walking toward the couch. "She needs to stop bringing home strange guys, it really pisses me the hell off because every one of them leave a mess in the bathroom." She sat down next to me. The scents of her shower gel and shampoo washed over me. She leaned in and pecked my lip. "You know you don't look bad at all right?" I asked. "Yeah, I just had to be modest." She smiled and kissed me again. "Have you had breakfast yet?" "Nope." "Well, I can make some eggs, toast, and bacon if you want. That's what the Brooke and her.. Whatever are having." "How about I help you out?" I offered. She smiled and nodded, then grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. We cooked in silence, but thankfully it wasn't an awkward silence. It was more of a comfortable silence, and it was a sign that we were closer than I thought we were. When we were done cooking, Erin said, "I gotta get the lovebirds into here. BROOKE! BROOKE, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE! BREAKFAST IS READY!" "That was a little.. Loud." "I don't think so, let me yell again. BROO- Oh.. Never mind, she's here." We ate breakfast in silence, but this time it was awkward. Brooke's mate looked like the personification of douche, but he had good table manners. I guess I could give him credit for that. When we got done, douche left and Brooke went to the bathroom to throw up. Erin giggled. "She doesn't know when to stop. Serves her right. Well, what do you want to do?" she asked. "Spend time with you," I answered honestly. "Well, I know that, but where?" "You decide." "Well, we could hang out here. Brooke's going to knock out after she gets done throwing up all that regret. She always does." She took my hand again and led me to the couch on the living room. There, she sat down and patted a spot next to her. I sat down next to her and she turned on the TV. "You know, I feel really lucky to be with a guy like you." She held my hand. "These past few weeks have been great. You've helped me so much with my classes and-" "You've got me up to a high B in calculus," I interrupted. "And you've dealt with my goofiness-" "Your goofiness is one of your best qualities." "What's my best?" I kissed her then put my palm on her cheek. "I can't decide between your smile and your eyes." It all sounds really corny, yes, but it was the first time that I was with her and told her exactly what I was thinking. No filters, no being afraid of how she'd react, none of that. She leaned into me and kissed me passionately. I felt a surge of sexual energy, and based on her breathing, Erin felt it too. Her hand was on my knee, slowly working its way upwards. I felt my penis straining against my jeans. She stopped just short of my crotch, mercilessly teasing me by massaging my inner thigh. I craved for contact and I tried shifting my hips and groaning, but she didn't budge. Instead, she broke the kiss and whispered, "Not yet." Her smile told me that she wouldn't be saying that for long. I grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of me. She was straddling me and looking at me hungrily. I could feel the heat of her core on my crotch, and I'm pretty sure she felt my cock pressing into her. She learned down and kissed my neck. That turned me on beyond belief and I found myself slowly humping her. She shifted slightly then put her hand on my crotch while kissing my neck. Then she suddenly stopped. "Not yet?" I asked with a little frustration and sarcasm. She smiled and said humorously, "Don't you use that tone with me." "Sorry." "Take off your shirt." I willingly obeyed. "What about yours?" I asked when mine was off. "You can take it off for me," she stood up. "If you can catch me." She giggled and ran off. I quickly followed, and I was very determined this time. Unfortunately for me, her apartment was a little bigger than most, so she had quite a bit of space to run and dodge me. After running around the living room a bit, then through the hallway between the two bedrooms, and finally into her bedroom. There we reached a stalemate. She had a table in the room which she could run around, so basically it was impossible to catch her unless I could run faster than her in a circle. Since I was larger than her, there was no way I could do that. "I guess you can't catch me. Maybe if I give you a little more incentive, you will be a little bit faster?" I nodded my head. "Alrighty. Well, stay where you are. You're not allowed to move until I say so." She opened her closet door and walked behind it. She came back out not too long after, holding a pink G-string, which she threw to me. "Now I'm not wearing any panties. Incentive enough?" "Good grief yes." With stupid futility, I chased her around the table a little more. Finally, I gave up and dove under the table. She screamed and ran out of the room. I got back up and chased her. Now it would be easier to catch her. I caught her around the waist and picked her up romantic hero style while she laughed and tried to struggle free of me. "Well, I finally got you." I put her down on the couch. She raised her arms up, gesturing me to remove it and I did so without any delay. She smiled shyly at me and tried covering her belly with her arms. I leaned down, pulled her arms away, and kissed her. "You're beautiful, you don't have to hide anything." While I was standing, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. By now I was flaccid, but I felt things growing again. "That's a little aggressive isn't it?" I asked. "A little, but I'm sure you don't mind at all." No I didn't. She pulled my jeans down past my knees and I awkwardly tried to keep my balance while taking off my shoes and socks. Then I pulled off my jeans and left them on the floor. "Seems as though you aren't very happy to see me," she said referring to the lack of a substantial protrusion in my boxers. "It needs a little coaxing." Before I knew it, she had pulled down my boxers and was massaging my rapidly hardening dick. Her soft hands didn't necessarily jack me off. She just touched and teased the right spots to get me very excited. Needless to say it didn't take long for me to become rock hard. "It's big," she said matter-of-factly. "Stop trying to flatter me baby, it's average sized." "It's honestly big for me," she said reassuringly, then kissed the head. Then she took me into her mouth, sucking hard all the while. Her tongue teased the bottom of my head every time she reciprocated. The sensation was intense and I moaned approvingly. She didn't take me too deep, but it didn't matter. What she was doing was more intense than any other blowjob I had gotten to that day. Pretty soon, I was close to orgasm and I told her to stop. "That good huh?" she asked, not doubting herself one bit. "Ooh yes. A minute longer and I would've exploded. It's your turn now." I pushed her gently to make her lie down on the couch. She lay there, anticipating me, in nothing but a bra and a loose pair of shorts. Nothing more, nothing less. She was showing me all of her, all of her except what skin lay under her bra and shorts. I wanted to delay the revealing of those secrets as long as I could because they were only secrets once. After they were revealed, I would never experience the anticipation, the beautiful torture, the glorious agony of not being able to see what lay underneath those cursed pieces of clothing. So, when I lay on top of her, I vowed to not remove her bra and shorts until she literally begged me to. I would not touch her sex until she forced me to. I kissed her on the lips then worked my way down. She arched her back and presented her long slender neck to me. I kissed it hungrily and she moaned. I felt the vibrations of her moan on my lips. She put her hands on my head, coaxing me downward. I willingly obliged and worked my way down to the part where her collar bones meet, then went down ever so slowly. My want for her grew ever stronger as I kissed the top curve of her left breast. Her heart was beating hard under my lips and her chest was rising and falling at a slightly accelerated pace. She raised her back and reached back to unclasp her bra, but I stopped her. Flames "Not yet," I whispered. I carried on working down past her bra, kissing her soft skin, hearing her quietly sigh as pleasure built up inside her. When I reached her belly, she tensed. "Sorry, I'm ticklish there," she said. Regardless, I continued even though her belly shook in laughter. I realized that my chest was over her crotch, and that I could feel the heat emanating from that spot. I didn't let that slow me down though. I went further down, past her belly button, until I reached the waistband of her shorts. Then I let my hands take over. I started massaging her legs, starting at her ankles then working up slowly. She opened her legs, presenting herself to me. I looked away from her center, knowing that the loose shorts would not hide much since she wasn't wearing panties. "Not yet," I whispered again and closed her legs. She whimpered in protest but I ignored. My hands were now at her thighs, working up faster now, to her mid thighs, then upper thighs. She tried to open her legs again, but I stopped her, keeping them open to only a modest extent. My hands were now just at the hem of the legs of her shorts, teasing her mercilessly. I could feel the warmth of her sex already. "I'm not gonna lie, this scene is pretty hot, but for fuck's sake please, take it into your room. He's rubbing his cock all over the couch." I jumped up, grabbed my jeans from the floor, and covered my crotch as quickly as I could. Brooke was standing by the entrance to the living room with her arms crossed. "Nice ass buddy," she said to me. "For fuck's sake Brooke, could you not have waited!?" Erin screamed. "Let's go to my room Sean." I followed her while Brooke watched us make our embarrassing exit. "We agreed upon that Erin, none of that in the living room. Don't be mad at me," she said. Erin just turned around and scowled in response. We laid down in the bed together and faced the ceiling. "How many times will I have to apologize to you for her? I hope this hasn't killed your mood." I laughed and said, "You don't have to apologize for her at all. And no, it hasn't killed my mood. Actually, her compliment has just made me a little more horny." She slapped my shoulder and jumped on top of me. "Hush now, only I turn you on, got that?" I nodded silently. "Now, can I take off my bra and shorts?" I honestly couldn't take the anticipation any more. I probably should've considered my own integrity before making my vows. I decided to make a small compromise and allow only her bra to be removed. "Come here," I said. She leaned down and I unclasped her bra. She took it off and threw it toward her closet. Her breasts were beautiful. They weren't large, but they were firm and well-rounded. Small pink nipples punctuated her breasts. I flipped our positions so that she was laying down. Wasting no time, I went straight for her breasts with my mouth, licking, kissing, nibbling on her nipples. Her quiet breathing turned into sighs as I worked my way down again, this time much faster, this time with more urgency, this time with my vows on the verge of shattering. By the time I reached the waistband of her shorts, I was panting with arousal as was Erin. My vows shattered as I pressed my palm against her vulva. She whimpered and moved her hips upward. I tried to feel for the details of her sex, but they were fuzzy. I needed to see all of her, but I refrained. I had one last vow, and I would keep it. I would not remove her shorts until she begged me to. I took my palm off and saw a wet patch where my palm pressed the fabric into her slit. I wanted so badly to kiss her naked lips, to be in her, to be a part of her. Just when I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, I thought of a way to make her beg. I pulled her shorts up so that it was tight against her skin and lightly scratched the fabric over where I thought her clit would be. Obviously I hit the spot because she squirmed and moaned. I kept doing what I was doing while softly kissing her high on the inner thighs. Within minutes, Erin was gyrating her hips. She stopped me and told me to take her shorts off. I said no and continued. A minute later, she stopped me again. "For fuck's sake, take them off or I'll do it myself," she said in a trembling voice. I wouldn't keep her waiting any longer. Before I took them off, I let my fingers slide under the hem of the legs of the shorts. Her skin got warmer and warmer as I approached what I desired until I felt it. The soft flesh was unmistakable. To Erin's delight, I took off the shorts after that. Like everything else about her, her vulva was beautiful. Her pubic area had neatly trimmed red-brown hair and her when I felt her labia, it was slightly prickly. "Sorry about the roughness. I really wasn't expecting anyone to be down there." "So you didn't think that I would be good enough to get down here?" I said jokingly. "Nah, I thought I would be more resilient. Obviously I was wrong," she answered with a smile. "Whatever the case, don't apologize. It doesn't bother me at all." I slipped a finger into her and felt how incredibly wet she was. Freshly coated with lubricant, I took it out of her and a little too hastily rubbed her clit. She groaned in response and tensed. "Be gentle," she whispered. I obeyed and worked around her clit, rubbing it only periodically and only until she gave the slightest response. I wanted to drive her to orgasm as slow as possible, tease her until she could stand to be teased any more. Every now and then, I would dip my finger into her to refill the lubricant reserves. After 15 minutes of doing this, I could sense her arousal was steadily rising. I knew it would be slow and torturous for both of us, but the result would be well worth it. She didn't complain too much about it. Every now that then, she would try to get more contact from me by gyrating her hips. I punished that by removing my hand completely. After half an hour, she still hadn't had her orgasm and she was growing increasingly restless. She was sweating all over, more from anticipation than exertion. Every time I rubbed her clit, I took her a step closer to orgasm. Finally, she said, "I can't take it anymore. Please, please make me cum." "Since you asked so nicely." I lowered my mouth to her clit and kissed softly while easing two fingers into her. Then, I sucked her clit while flicking it with the tip of my tongue. My fingers curled upwards and massaged her G-spot. Erin was very quickly thrown over the edge. She grabbed the sheets with both her hands and arched her back. A strained groan escaped her as the intensity of her orgasm consumed her. Her body shuddered after she peaked. "Oh, oh shit, stop. Too sensi.." She couldn't finish her sentence. I sensed that her pleasure was turning into pain and I let off her clit but kept softly rubbing her now swollen G-spot. "My hands are numb," she said then exhaled hard. I pulled my fingers out and sucked them. Although it didn't taste that good, it was intoxicating. My erection had died down a while ago because I was so focused on making her feel good. After I tasted her, I felt the throbbing resume in my penis. "That was incredible. But, you're an ass. You kept me waiting for so long!" she scolded. "But it was worth it right?" I asked with a cheeky grin. "Oh hell yes," she replied, "Come here." She opened her arms and I put myself in her embrace, kissing her hard. Lust consumed both of use as we uncontrollably started breathing harder. We pressed ourselves against each other in the hopes that we could squeeze every last air molecule out from between us, so that only skin touched skin. My excitement reached a level I never knew existed. I wanted her.. Needed her. We broke our kiss and gasped for vast volumes of air that our noses could not provide. I positioned myself to enter her, but she stopped me. "Not yet. I'm too sensitive. Lie down." I did as I was told as she sat cross-legged beside me. Then, she dragged her nails lightly all over my body, painfully avoiding my penis. Of course, that didn't bother me too much. The light scratching was turning me on beyond belief, especially when she went over my neck, shoulders, and inner thighs. Precum dripped onto my belly, but she did not relent. All the time, I watched her, her head tilted in concentration. Every time she caught my eye, she smiled that heart-breaking smile. After 10 minutes of light scratching, she said, "I thought you'd be begging for me to touch you by now." "I don't need to be touched to enjoy my time with you." She blushed. "Just for that, I will give in." She took my balls in her hand and massaged them gently while she dipped her fingers into the small puddle of precum that had built up on my belly. Then she massaged the head of my penis for a while, then started jerking me off slowly. If I thought I was hard before she started, I was wrong. After 5 minutes of her touch, I was hurting because I was so hard. "Do you have a condom?" she asked. "Shit! No, I don't," I replied in dismay. "Fuck.. Well, do you mind waiting?" "Of course not," I said, semi-truthfully but with a genuine smile. "But I will fix this," she said, now reciprocating her hand faster. I grunted from the increase in stimulation. Her soft hands did wonders for me as I felt a warmth build up in my belly. I tried to extinguish it, but it was futile. The warmth spread down to my crotch, up my penis, and into the head. My orgasm was inevitable, so I just closed my eyes and let it hit. The intensity was almost unbearable. When the orgasm passed, I had to stop her from touching me because I was too sensitive. We both burst out laughing when I opened my eyes and saw what damage I had done. "You made quite a mess there. Wait right here," she said as she got off the bed. She returned with a paper towel and wiped up the mess on me and on her hand. After throwing it away, she lied down next to me and we looked up at the ceiling together. I was still feeling the residual bliss of my orgasm. "Well," she said, somewhat awkwardly. "Well," I cleverly responded. We looked over at each other and burst out laughing again, more out of nervousness than anything else. "Let's go to my place." I suggested. "Sure," she replied. I got off the bed and helped her up. I put on my boxers and jeans and watched Erin get dressed. She chose a pair of simple black panties, black bra, jeans shorts and a tee. She put it all on slowly, with the intent of turning me on. It was kind of pointless because there was not much she could do that wouldn't turn me on. We went out of her room and I picked up my shirt from the living room floor. After putting it on, we left her apartment and headed to mine. In the car, we were awkwardly silent. I know why I was silent: I was in disbelief about the events that occurred before the car ride. Why she was silent was a complete mystery. We arrived at my apartment and went inside. "Do you drink?" I asked as we entered. "On occasion, yes." "Is it too early to have a drink or two?" "It's never too early. What do you have?" she asked. "Just whiskey and wine." "I'll have wine," she said and sat down on the couch. I poured a glass of wine for her and mixed a stiff whiskey and Coke for myself. "Movie?" I asked while I handed her the wine. She nodded and I picked a light movie out, something that wouldn't require much attention and didn't have too much drama or action in it. I sat down with her after the movie started and we quietly sipped on our drinks. Erin then cuddled up to me, putting her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and held her free hand with my other hand. I felt her chest expanding and contracting slowly. It was a calming rhythm and I felt a profound peace wash over me. I looked down at her after half an hour and saw that she had fallen asleep. She was gorgeous, even when asleep. For fear of waking her up, I stayed as still as humanly possible. It was really uncomfortable, but I was rewarded with having a beautiful woman sharing her warmth with me, trusting me to keep her safe while she slept. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was where I belonged.