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Carefully, you played with his hair. It was so weird to see him without the pomade, he used every day. Now it was a fiery red chaos on his head and his locks went in every direction. You chuckled while he grabbed you more firmly. “Good morning, my dear”, you whistled, waiting for his reaction.

First he grunted, then he looked up, just to lay his head back on your belly and mumbled: “Good morning…” Finn might have said something else, it was just hardly audible.

“How did you sleep?”, you asked him and your hands hovered over his naked shoulder. You were still wearing your nightgown, but he stripped away his shirt in the middle of the night. Maybe he felt too hot under the blanket next to you. You didn’t noticed nor did you bother.

Now he was just lying there in his boxer short and made some sleepy noises. Your eyes widened, you squeaked joyfully, while his hands moved from your waist to your bottom. Finn was usually a very gentle lover somehow he seemed to find pleasure in kneading your ass keenly.

He poked his nose into your tummy and grunted again. When he finally looked back up again, you could see the lust in his eyes. “It was a little hot in here”, he explained and crawled on the sheets up to give you a kiss. Then he joked: “You, little Lady, radiate heat like an oven.”

“And you are just as cold as an icicle”, you laughed and put your arms on his shoulders. With a big smile on your face you glared down at the tent that built up in his pants. There was a rock hard icicle, but not actually a cold one.

Of course, Finn couldn’t not provoke you further. Just like the mean boyfriend he was he pushed his erection right against your thigh, which causes you to moan. With purring voice he groaned: “Am I really so cold?”

You shook your head and giggled. “No, but… the real question is… how can you still be so horny after last night. We had three rounds and you still want more?” It was more of a tease than an actual question. Since Finn asked you to be his girlfriend, you had plenty of sex, all the time and everywhere.  

“Yes, I want more”, Finn admitted and bowed down so he could kiss your neck. The kiss turned into a bite and then he started sucking on your soft skin. All the sudden he whispered in your ear: “I still have something to prove.”

You knew what he was talking about, nevertheless you asked: “Still?” This topic caught your concern. Once- when you were just friends with Finn and not his girlfriend- you said, you thought he was gay and he took it a little too serious. Back then it didn’t even crossed your mind, that this might hurt Finn and you only got the idea, because you never saw him flirting with other girls like his friends did. He was friendlier than other guys, you had known. Finn was sweet and caring and never tried to do something inappropriate when you were around. He didn’t even laugh, when his friends told stories about their sex life. Later you had learned that Finn was just completely love-struck with you and he was so afraid to mess things up, that he became stiff and shy.

“It was only a joke”, you added and guided his head with your hand in your direction, so he would have to look you in the eyes. Then you purposed your next question. You sounded more severe than before. “Is being gay a problem for you?”

“No”, he vowed with a stern look in his eyes: “Of course not. Isaiah is one of my best friends and he is fucking everything he can. I don’t have a problem with him and he has had several guys.” His index finger caressed your cheek.

You were silent and kept staring at him. Why was he so eager about this? This topic was over and done… months ago. Why did he have to bring this up again? It was not like you hadn’t apologized for the misunderstanding right when it happened. Would you have to do this every time you would sleep with him again? Your teeth were grinding while you waited for him to say something else.

“Babe”, Finn said under his breath: “I just want you to know, that I’m just interested in women… actually it’s just one woman.” Now, he was going in the right direction.

Before he would speak further, he lay down next to you and smiled at you. “Yeah, she is really beautiful”, he explained: “Honestly, she has the perfect body and a magnifying soul and a joyful laughter… I could hear this all day. Her laughter brings me so much joy.”

While he whispered these sweet words, his fingers had their own mission, to drive you insane. You felt his touch, even though the fabric of your nightgown was parting you from him. His declaration to your beauty made you smile. The whole fight- well you wouldn’t call it a fight- was silly. Both of you were crazy for each other and this misunderstanding was long gone. It was just his usual tease. You shouldn’t have taken this so serious. After all, Finn was joking all the time. So, why not about this as well? Now you bid your lip not to hide your excitement, but because you felt a little guilt for nearly ruining this perfect moment.

“Yeah, I love her… I mean… I love you”, he confessed. First he sounded dreamy, like he wasn’t saying this intentional, but after he corrected himself, you knew this was not an accident. It took a while for you to process, but then it hit you. Finn just declared his love for you.

All at once you started laughing, pulling him closer for a kiss and purred against his lips. Your hands ruffled through his hair. Slowly you opened your mouth and brushed your tongue against his lower lip to beg for entrance. He moaned into the kiss.

Suddenly he pulled away and asked: “May I take this as a yes?”

You nodded in agreement, before bursting out into laughter and hiding your mouth behind your hands.

In silence, you turned around the corner and there it was. Your home… or well, the building where you lived with your brother, since your parents had died.

“See? It’s already here!”, you told him and glared over to him. He didn’t seem surprised. Sometimes he was so calm, it scared you. You were full of emotions and you were happy one minute and sad the next minute, but he was neutral all the time. Even his smile felt cold from time to time.

You walked over to the door and peaked over your shoulder for a goodbye. Preferably with a kiss. “Well, I’m here now and I should go upstairs soon… or my brother will be worried about me.”

Instead of answering, Michael just pressed his lips on yours. Your eyes widened. It was not like, you didn’t expect the kiss, but it was rougher than you would have imagined.

His tongue slipped inside of your mouth and you shivered. He didn’t notice and kept going. The kiss was not bad at all, you were more surprised by the fact how demanding he was. It was like a completely different side of him, which you hadn’t met yet and you wondered if you liked it.

But while you had time to think and enjoy, what was happening there, another desire was rising. It was more of an urge. You needed to break, so you shoved him away gently and smiled at him, still panting.

“What’s wrong?”, he demanded to know.

You were reluctant to tell him. It was a little too fast for you.  “I just needed to breathe”

Then he nodded, like he just gained important knowledge, which confused you, because your words were simple and true.

He pushed you against the wall and groaned next to your ear. “That’s part of the game, right?”

This left you baffled and shocked. You opened your mouth, like you were planning on saying something, but there was no right answer for this kind of joke he just pulled up. Then you started frowning and shook your head. “No, actually, I have no idea, what you mean, Michael” The way you pronounce name was different, it sounded like you were about to scold him.

“Don’t act like that”, he moaned and put his hand under your coat on your waist. His grip was tight. Too tight for your taste. “Women always play those games. They tell you, they are not floosies, but in the end I always-”

“Fuck them?”, you interrupted him with disgust in your voice: “I can assure you, that’s not what’s happening here.” You tried to push him away, but he was stronger than you.

Michael scoffed and shook his head in amusement. “I wasn’t about to put it that way, but yes… most of the times it’s ending with sex. I’m very good at it. Would you like to try?”

Now you couldn’t take him seriously anymore. Nobody could say that and mean it… But Michael did and you laughed about him. “Is that how you treat a lady?”

It was Michael’s turn to be confused now. He said nothing, but his eyes were full of questions.

“Is that how you treat woman?”, you repeated and demanding an answer.

There was a smug on his lips, when he explained: “Most women like it that way.”

You nodded. “Okay, then- apparently- I’m not most woman. Don’t talk to me ever like that or you can leave now.”

He blinked once, twice and stared at you. You could see how he grinded his teeth together and he was indeed thinking about what you said. Or maybe he was just deciding, if you were worth the trouble.

“Okay”

You said nothing. Just okay was not enough.

“I’m sorry about that”, he added after a moment of silence and cupped your face in his hands. “Won’t happen again.”

There was his sweet side again. Even if he was just pretending, it was nice. Other guys would have just walked away or started yelling, but he chose to do neither. What a gentle surprise.

Then you leaned over to kiss him. This time it wasn’t full of loathing passion, it was sweet and breezy. Like your lips just brushed against his.

You had your eyes closed, but just from the movements of his mouth, you could feel, he was smiling.

Michael was into it and his hand played with your hair, while the other was wandering under the jacket again, but instead of resting at your waist like he did before, he chose to move his fingers even further down.

You were caught by surprise and it felt too good for another interruption. It was exciting in way. Your heart was beating so fast, while you felt the path of his fingers down your hip.

A moan escaped your lips, right into the kiss, when you realized, where he was heading. His hand was under your skirt and he kneaded your ass.

He pulled away and admired you. The way you were soft just for him and he smiled when he saw the desire in your eyes. Michael really loved to win them over. He was quite the player, when it came to women and he treated them like a sport and right now he knew his changing of the game strategy was working just fine.

“So”, he moaned: “Should we go upstairs?” He shoved his hip even closer to you.

Then you felt it. He had an erection and your legs were intertwined with his so tightly, that even through the layers of fabric you could feel his hard cock twitching against your thigh. It aroused you, yes, but you weren’t so easy to get. And even with a temptation like this and his sweet smile and everything, you wouldn’t just say yes.

Once again, you tried to push him away. “No, I can’t”, you said, but immediately corrected yourself: “I mean, we shouldn’t.”

He took it easy, but kept digging: “Why? What’s the matter? I’m gentle how you wanted me too.”

“That’s not the problem. I just don’t want to have sex with you yet”, you confessed and looked away. It was embarrassing enough to talk about this, after knowing him for such a short time.

Now he laughed: “Yeah, I get that, but why? It’s not a big deal anymore. It’s the 20’s and we are young and we should have fun, right? Everybody does that.”

“I’m not everybody!”, you insisted: “And it’s a big deal, okay? I’m waiting for my wedding night. Nothing more and nothing less.” You got a little louder than you expected and even Michael seemed surprised by your temper.

A sign left his lips, while he took a step back. “Alright then”, he mumbled and searched his pockets for a cigarette.

You couldn’t watch him acting like that, so you opened your purse and gave him one of yours. First, he refused to take it, but then you added: “Take it” in such a strict voice, that he did, what you told him to do.

The situation was frustrating. The whole evening had been so nice and you just destroyed everything in the glimpse of the moment, even if it wasn’t all your fault. You sighed and leaned your head against the wall for you to look up the sky. There were no stairs in sight tonight.

“Marriage is important to me”, you explained: “I don’t want to fuck around and I don’t want to end up pregnant with some child I have to raise on my own. And I don’t play those games, Michael, if that’s the thing you are looking for, go walk up to the next. I’m sure there are plenty of other women, who would be more than happy to have a meaning less night of fun with you. I’m just not that type of person.”

Michael took another drag from his cigarette. You watched him.

There was nothing left to be said.

After he was done smoking, he threw the end at the ground and stepped on it. “I think”, he began and inhaled deeply, before confessing: “You’re right. It would have been another meaningless night and I already had plenty of that. Maybe I should do things different this time.”

And this time he meant it. It wasn’t just a strategy to get you laid, it was honest and true.

Just like that, he made you smile again. “So, you can wait as well?”, you asked him.

He nodded: “I think… I can… for the right girl.” Once again, he placed his hand on your cheek and his thumb caressed your soft skin. “But it also means goodnight” He leaned over to kiss you, but instead of aiming for your lips like several times before, he kissed your forehead.

“Sweet dreams”, he whispered.

Somehow Michael managed it to leave you breathless again.