The Old Apartment
I dreamed that I woke up in a strange room in an apartment building. The carpet was dirty and as I walked through the house, I saw that everything was a mess. I was really confused for a moment and then I realized I had moved back in with my ex-roommate Peter.
I got really upset because 1) I don't want to EVER live with Peter again. He's a liar and wouldn't pay his part of the bills on time. He constantly had men in and out of the house, sleeping with them and he never cleaned so unless I walked behind him with a trashcan, our apartment was almost always cluttered. 2) I like where I'm living now. I don't want to leave my little town again.
I called my parents to see what was going on and my dad said they were right outside with my bed and that he and Josh were about to haul it upstairs. I begged them to put it back in the truck and give me time to pack my things because I didn't want to live there but they refused.
After they left, I was sitting in the living room crying. Peter then came through the door with a crowd of people and a party started. I was frustrated so I went outside to sit on the stairs. I was on the stairs of the 2nd story and I saw a car drive up. Georg got out and I remember thinking, "God his hair is always so beautiful!" He placed a ball cap over his head and walked into his apartment on the 1st floor. A few minutes later he came back out and looked up at me.
"You okay?" He asked.
"No." I said.
"Wanna come talk about it?" He motioned toward his door.
"Yes, please." I said as I stood and headed down the steps.
Once inside his apartment, he offered me a drink. He opened his fridge and handed me a bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade. I laughed. "I didn't think you'd be the bitch beer type of man."
"Shut up." He said as he opened his own bottle, then took mine from my hand and opened it before handing it back to me.
We sat on his couch and I cried my little sob story to him. He listened with the right amount of concern. When I finally stopped and wiped my nose with the Kleenex he provided, he said, "There is a bright side to all this."
"What's that?"
"You're closer to me." He smiled and leaned forward. He carefully brushed his lips with mine. When I didn't pull back, his tongue danced over my lips and I granted him entrance.
I finally wove my hands in his silky hair and his hands fumbled with the button of my jeans. I ripped his shirt over his head as he slid my jeans down and tossed them onto the floor. My hands trembled as I tried to unfasten his jeans. He finally stood and removed them for me. I could see his cock bulging through his boxer briefs. I pulled my shirt over my head and reached behind me to unclasp my bra. I lifted myself off the couch slightly to remove my panties as he slid his boxer briefs down and stepped out of them. Our clothes lay in a heap beside the couch.
His hands grabbed my waist and he yanked me so that I was lying on the couch. I giggled as he crawled on top of me. The ends of his hair brushed over my naked skin, causing chills to ride down my spine. He kissed his way up my stomach, over my breasts and chest, across my neck and paused on my lips. I could feel his dick against my leg and I looked him in the eyes. "I want you. Now."
He reached between us and grabbed his cock. He brushed the head over my clit and my hips bucked. He slowly guided it downward toward my opening. He thrust hard and pure pleasure seemed to burst from my nerve endings. He began massaging my clit as he found a steady rhythm. My hips came upward to meet his downward thrusts. His lips moved over my breasts, teasing the buds with little nips and flicks of his tongue.