He shut the door but left his hand pressed against one of the only cool surfaces left in the apartment as we both starred at nothing waiting to hear the ding of the elevator, assuring us that our friend had really left this time. Anticipation filled them both but for what reason she couldn’t let herself begin to fantasize. Finally, when he was sure that they were alone he turned to her and defiantly said, “Ok, now I’m leaving.” When he had looked at her, she had tensed, prepared to fight more than anything probably because that is all they had done for the past few hours; physical play fighting for the most part, as well as many harsh words had been exchanged. When he voiced his plan to exit though she instantly deflated but almost simultaneously recovered knowing that this was an easy fix. They were already in front of the door but in order to get out he would have to do some maneuvering. He managed to open the door no more than a few inches before she had his flimsy chair wedged between her own beast of a mobility device and the doorway of the tiny kitchen that belonged to neither of them. She knew almost immediately that he had no real problem with the fact that she had done this but still she wasn’t letting herself acknowledge his seeming willingness to be this close to her. She smiled wickedly as he dramatically hung his head back in defeat. Simultaneously rolling his head to look at her and rolling his eyes he came about an inch away from her face with his and breathily asked, “What are you doing? I said I’m leaving.” She took this opportunity and his lack of resistance and placed her hands on both sides of his face essentially cradling his soft, scruffy, fake scowl. The gesture was far more intimate than she had intended but too her amazement he didn’t resist in the least, in fact he got even closer which was something her brain couldn’t begin to comprehend was possible. The initial closeness of his body to hers had started a sort of tailspin in her gut. Instinct was beginning to take over even though she begged her body to keep control. She as well as he knew what he did to her and this proximity wasn’t doing anything for her paper thin power of will. The distance between their faces, between their lips was immeasurable it was so small. She barely made out her question as her body had betrayingly turned her voice down to nothing but a nervous whisper, “Wh-what are you doing?” Somehow, even with the faulty beginning she was able to emphasize the end of the question. Her lip twitched with desire as her head was overruled by her urge to cross that minuscule distance still between them. She was only able to form one more scolding whisper of a thought that she was angry or some emotion at her weak subconscious as he firmly but with a hint of amusement answered, “Nothing.” But that was it, it wasn’t nothing, for either of them. The force that pulled them that last hair of a distance towards each other was so strong she was surprised that the impact was as pleasant as it was. There lips met and there was no hesitation, no impending shyness, they both knew what they were doing. They searched each others mouths with their tongues quickly, instinctively knowing what the other liked. She bit down gently onto his lip and he quickly reciprocated by taking her entire bottom lip and giving it an eager tug with his own lips. This did it for her. The live wire in her belly had been let loose and was dancing around deliciously in a way she hadn’t felt since she had been with her ex. She knew all hope of regaining the strength to keep a sexual distance from this man had completely vanished if it had ever existed at all. She was so confused though, enough so that she was able to pull away and all but breath her question again. Eyes still closed she asked, “What are you doing?” She opened her eyes to him smiling just an inch away from her own labored breathing as he said in a much more amused tone, again, “Nothing....” This time it was him who closed the space between them as he went in for an aggressive second kiss that lasted much longer than the first allowing for hands to wander. Hers to the back of his neck pulling him in for a deeper more passionate kiss, his down her back and ultimately grabbing her ass massaging and working there way still kneading to between her thighs from the back. Looking back at the situation she wished she had moved and positioned herself in such a way that he could pick her up onto his lap. He was significantly bigger than her which wasn’t saying much, her being only 3 foot 7 inches laid out flat and him being the size of average height person. This is why he could easily encompass most of her body from the awkward position of leaning over the sides of their respective chairs to get to each other. She knew he could have easily lifted her to him because he had done it once before about 3 years earlier. They had once made a plan to have one of these encounters which had ended with her giving her first and worst blowjob, (she had gotten significantly more skilled in this area over the years) and basically refusing anything in return because at the time her naive mind had thought that simply pleasing him would win his heart. This plan backfired, hard. He had felt terrible about the whole situation, feeling like he had used her but instead of apologizing even though her desperation outweighed her being the victim in any way, he projected his dislike of himself onto her. To most it might have looked like he was actually the asshole who used her like that but she knew better. He had confessed his reasoning for acting like he hated her existence several times over the years when he had magically opened up and talked to her like a human being. Every time he did this though he would without fail go back to his schoolyard ways and begin to viciously pick on her again. She knew he had no idea how to express whatever feelings he had towards her, although she didn’t have a clue as to why and that’s what kept him in the back of her mind this whole time. She also had learned to fight back and to let him think he was winning once in awhile to sort of build his confidence up. She knew the whole relationship was as twisted as you could get but it had forced her to develop a thick skin which she greatly appreciated. It was also a pressure cooker. The sexual tension had been building between them since the moment she had left his house 3 years ago. And here they were, finally releasing it, until. There was a knock on the door.Â
