There was a slight summer breeze drifting through the room as I unpacked my clothes. I stopped momentarily to look out at the ocean, admiring it’s sheer beauty. I envied Nick for living in such a posh home, overlooking the clear blue waters. I went back to unloading my suitcase when there was a knock at the door. I knew it could only be one person, Nick. He was the only other soul in the house, besides his dogs.

“Come in.” I called from where I was standing, at the foot of the bed. He opened the door, peeking in first, then coming in all the way. It was then I noticed he had no shirt on. I took a second to study all of his tattoos. Even a new one he had on his chest. I could tell it was new by how red it was, it made me think of how red mine were when I first got them. Still, it looked rather nice. Something written in Japanese characters.

He took a seat on the bed and poked around in my half-empty suitcase. Just my luck, he happened to find my underwear. He picked up one of my bras and held it into the air, examining the size of the cup.

“You sure have grown since the last time I saw you.” He commented. I snatched the bra from his hands and threw it back into the suitcase, with a grin.

It had been a while since we last saw each other. It must have been an eight-month gap. They may not seem like a long time, but it is when you’re used to hanging with a person all of the time, then all of a sudden they’re gone. See, we used to hang out when he was living in near Tampa. We would go to clubs with mutual friends, kick back, just have fun. He always said I made his downtime from work worthwhile. We were just that tight. There used to be chemistry between us. Definitely times when we could have been “friends with benefits”. But, it never got a chance to get that far. He moved to Key West and things kinda of simmered down after that.

I was psyched when he called and asked if I would fly down and spend some time with him. And it was summer, no school, nothing to keep me in Tampa. So, I packed up my shit and made my way to him. And there we were.

“You know, I was thinking we could maybe go to this party tonight. A friend of mine is throwing it. I kinda miss our party days.” Nick said. As I considered it, I thought back on all the wild shit we used to do at parties.

“Yeah... I’m down for that.” I said. He looked at his watch and then at me.

“Better start getting ready then. We’re gonna leave in an hour or so.” With that, he got up and left the room, closing the door behind himself. Having finished putting my things away in drawers, I decided to go ahead and shower. Since there was no bathroom in the bedroom, I went to the one down the hall.

I pushed the door closed after going in, but it never actually closed. It just kind of eased back open. Leaving just a crack of space between the door and the door’s frame. Still, I didn’t notice this at the time. I just turned on the faucet in the shower and started undressing. Just as I was pushing my panties toward the floor, I heard the door hinges squeak. In the mirror I could see Nick’s reflection behind my own.

“Nice.” He said, giving me the once-over, then closing the door and leaving. I stood there frozen. Nick had never seen my body before, ever! And he just scoped me out, just as casually as if he had been waking up to my naked body all his life. I didn’t know whether to throw a robe on and go curse him out. Or just take the compliment and let the incident slide. I went with the second of my alternatives.

Once I was finished dressing, I went downstairs to find Nick waiting by the door. He was already dressed. Wearing loose-fitting khaki shorts, a white wife beater, and a green plaid shirt over it. He looked so sexy just standing there. I undressed him with my eyes and wished we had been in reverse positions when he caught me naked.

It only took about 10 or 15 minutes to get to his friend’s house. It was a typical beach house party. Filled with alcohol and horny college folk. As soon as Nick got out of the truck, he started greeting people. It was as if he knew everyone. A few girls came up to him, flirting, whispering things in his ear. I felt a little jealous, but I knew I had no reason to. He wasn’t mine anyway.

We went inside and Nick quickly found some drinks. He mixed some kind of alcohol that tasted like Hennessy with some Coke and gave it to me in a red plastic cup. I liked it. I really liked it. I finished both my cup and his.

“Damn, girl? Want more?” He shouted over the intensely loud music. I nodded, and he gave me what I wanted. Some guy came up behind him and hit in against the back of his head.

“Yo, Nicky! I want you to meet someone.” The guy said, stumbling over his words. Nick put his cup down and turned back to me.

“Be right back, ok? And hey, do yourself a favor and mingle. Dance, even. These are good people.” He said, then disappearing into the crowd. I took his advice and got lost in the midst of the party. I danced with a few guys, even a couple girls. Had more drinks. Enjoyed myself without him. That was until I saw him... and the person his friend so desperately wanted him to meet. They were standing at the bottom of the stairs. She was pulling him by the collar of his shirt, coaxing him to come with her. I was hoping that he wouldn’t, but I saw him smile and follow her.

I knew then and there that I had to get my mind off of what he was doing and have my own fun. I reached out for the first guy I could find and pulled him closer to me. He looked kind of surprised at first, but shrugged it off and started to dance with me. I didn’t wait too long to pull him away into a corner. He got the hint and started groping me. Squeezing my ass and chest with what I felt were nervous hands.

Little did I know, Nick was descending the stairs and looking for me. Apparently the girl he had gone upstairs with wasn’t his cup of tea. He was drunk now and I could hear him calling my name, loud and strong. Even so, I would not budge from that corner. He had his fun, Why shouldn’t I?

All at once, the guy I was with let go of me and broke our kiss. Nick had pulled him away, in a drunken fit.

“Come on, Rav, we gotta go.” Nick said, his eyes have rolled into the back of his head. I started to go with him, he didn’t look so good. But the guy, I still don’t know his name, stepped in. He pushed Nick away and started to kiss me again. Nick, not agreeing with that fact that he has just been pushed one bit, shoved the guy out of the way and took my hand, pulling me out of the corner.

“Dude, back the fuck off of her!” The guy yelled, grabbing Nick’s wrist. I could tell that Nick was in no mood to be fucked around with. He looked the guy in the face and calmly said:

“Please, let go of my arm.” The guy complied, but he also thought it wise to push Nick against the wall. Clearly, that guy was not happy that Nick cut into our make-out session. But it was also clear that the guy had no idea who he was dealing with. I, on the other hand, knew Nick’s true temper, and his limits. Nick let go of my hand and curled his fingers up to form a tight fist.

A split second later, the guy was on the floor, holding his bloodied nose. One of Nick’s friends pulled Nick away, telling him he should leave. But the guy scrambled to his feet and charged after Nick, slamming into him from behind with force. Nick crashing into the wall, his face hitting a framed picture and breaking the glass.

Other guys stepped in and broke up the fight, allowing Nick and I to get away. I reached into his back pocket and got his keys. Then I helped him into the passenger seat. He was in no shape to drive. He couldn’t even see straight. I had never seen his so wasted. I knew his body didn’t tolerate too much liquor, but it never made him look like this.

The minute we got home, I helped him to his room where I immediately put him to bed. There was a cut on his palm where he defended his face while hitting the glass on the picture. I cleaned it with alcohol, the only thing he had to clean wounds with. He flinched at the pain, but relaxed when I blew on it a little. After wrapping it, I sat with him, rubbing his head and humming to him. Whatever happened to him upstairs got him this way.

It took awhile before he sobered up a little. He held my hand which was wrapped around his body. Then he told me how that girl he was introduced to put something into his drink. It was ironic. Most times it’s the man who slips sedatives in a girl’s drink. Not the other way around. Luckily he saw her doing it to his second beer before he drank it. That’s when he came downstairs to find me.

Given his celebrity status, she probably wanted to have her way with him and get pictures of the event or something. It made me think of just how many sick people there are in this world.

“Thank you for wrapping up my hand. It feels better.” He said clearly. I knew that whatever she slipped him was wearing off. I kissed his hand.

“It’s nothing.” I replied with a smile. He reached up and caressed my cheek with his index finger. I shuttered at his gentle touch. He had no idea how much a tiny gesture such as that could send me over the edge. I had always been curious as to what it would feel like to go all the way with Nick. Unbeknownst to me, he had always wondered about the same thing.

I had been wanting him so long that I had dreams of him sometimes. I would dream about him coming into my room and making love to me. All night long. And these same dreams gave me high expectations to what it would be like, should it ever actually happen.

So you cam imagine that right about now, I was beyond nervousness. We were in his bed. And he was in my arms. And he was looking at me. Touching my face. His warm breath on my neck. I felt like the only thing to do was return his touch. So I reached up and touched his face. The blonde hair on his chin tickled my finger and I giggled a little.

“You have such a sexy smile, Raven.” He said to me. His voice deeper and raspier than usual. I felt myself getting wet already.

“Hell, you have a sexy everything.” He added. His eyes looking over my body for the second time that day. Fortunately I had a skimpy little top on. The kind that ties in the front and shows a good amount of cleavage as well as my pierced navel. He took the end of the tied string between his thumb and index finger, then pulled it away from me, untying the bow and loosening the top.

He kept unlacing the strings until the corset-like top opened completely. And I was bare-chested before him. He rested his hand on my warm stomach and took a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked over it soft bud, making it harden, making me moan. My other nipple, jealous of its twin, began to harden on it’s very own. Nick saw this and moved his hand from my stomach to my breast, kneading the soft flesh.

I couldn’t think straight. My mind had drawn a blank. I just could not believe he was doing this to me. After I had been pining over him for so long, he was finally fulfilling my deepest fantasy.

I pushed his shirt over his shoulders, rubbing his back through his wife beater. Planting each of my nails into his skin. He let his hand wander from my breast to my skirt. My eyes were closed, but I could hear and feel him unzip it from the side. Then reach down into my panties and explore the opening between my legs.

He pulled his lips away from my nipple and pulled his hand from my slit, his fingers glistening with wetness. He brought two of his fingers to his lips and tasted me. Seemingly enjoying the flavor. He then brought his fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself on his skin. And so far, he more than met my expectations.

He pulled my skirt and panties down with one swift jerk. I pulled my legs from them and kicked them to the floor. Nick took a moment to examine me in all my nudity. As if he was sizing up the work put before him. He parted my legs and bent down between them. I just closed my eyes and waited for him to begin.

It started when his finger parted my lips and his tongue met my now swelling clit. He started to suck on it. I didn’t know how to react. The only thing I could do was scream out his name in absolute bliss. No one had ever sucked me there before. I put my hands on his head and pushed his face farther into my pussy. Not wanting him to stop, but to go on forever.

I felt myself coming closer to an orgasm with every twitch of his tongue. He could sense this and moved his face away, leaving me on the edge. He got off of the bed and took his shirt off. Followed by his wife beater. I grabbed his shorts by the waist and pulled him closer to me. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, I undid the button at the top of his fly, then slowly pulled the zipper down.

Already I could see his erection struggling to push through the thin fabric of his boxers. This was the moment I had been waiting for so very long. And I stress “very long”. I had been picturing what Nick’s manhood would look like for years, and now I would finally see it. I felt like a kid again, opening the biggest gift under the tree on Christmas.

I pushed his shorts down tot he floor. Then his boxers. Then I let me eyes get their fill. Starting with the thin trail of blonde hair from his navel to the base of his length, I studied it. Every inch of it. It was all that I had dreamed of and more.

Nick placed his hand on my head. I knew what he wanted. I took his rock hard dick into my hand and sheepishly tasted the tip. Just to tease him. Then I eased him into my mouth. He let out a deep moan, then a gasp. He put his other hand on the other side of my head, then began thrusting his hips forward and back, literally fucking my mouth.

I tasted the tiny shots of pre-cum and knew he was nearing the end. All at once he clenched my hair between his fingers and came. I usually wouldn’t allow any man’s semen in my mouth, let alone my system. But Nick was special, he deserved to be sucked dry.

He gently pushed me back onto the bed, staring at me hard with his bedroom eyes. I lie there on my back, with my knees up in the air and my feet on the bed. Nick positioned himself between my legs, letting the smooth head of his dick caress my clit... slowly, tauntingly.

He placed his hands on my thighs, guiding my legs around his back. Then he laid himself on top of me. His erection pressing into the folds of pussy. He kissed me sweetly, rubbing my hair back. I took a deep breath, still not able to believe that this was going to happen.

He pushed himself into me, not even having to positing himself, just sliding in as if he were a perfect fit. My back arched up into the air and my heart beat plangently. Nick felt so very good inside of me. I pushed my hips up towards him to force him in deeper, he just pushed right back, filling me to the max.

He held me as close as humanly possible. nibbling on my ear lobe and then burying his face in my neck. He began to move faster, thrusting harder, penetrating deeper. I clenched the sheets in my fists, so tightly that they came off of the corners of the bed.

“Oh God, Nick! Oh!” I screamed as he took my legs and held them up higher, giving himself more space to go in deeper. I opened my eyes and looked into his. He smiled at me and his warm lips came down and met mine.

“How does it feel, baby?” He whispered to me. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t do anything but whimper and moan. I closed my eyes again, biting my bottom lip. I knew I was on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Damn, you’re tight.... feels so good.” He breathed, almost growling. I felt his body tense up in my arms. His skin got even hotter, damp with sweat. He held my face with one hand and kissed me while he exploded within my walls, what felt like six or more times.

Just the feeling of his cum shooting up inside of me was enough to make me climax. He held me close as my body went into what seemed like convulsions. And when my muscles finally relaxed, I feel limp in his embrace.

“I love you, Nick.... I never stopped loving you.” Is what I heard myself say, just barely above a whisper. Did I really tell him that? I had just ruined the moment. I felt like a total idiot until he responded.

“I love you too, baby.”


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