To my dearest readers, Sorry about the wait. What can I say? Calculus is a time consuming bitch. I'm really happy with it so I hope it's worth the wait. I'll be waiting to here what you guys think! xoxo- wildesun
I watched from behind the counter as the Build-a-Bra artist constructed my fabric masterpiece, a cherry red silk half cup with black dot lace overlay. She threaded a red ribbon through the waist of the black panties to make the pieces match. Sam was at another counter having titanium hooks installed on a comfortable looking blue cotton bra. We had been together all day. First we caught a matinee of "Love Spelled Backwards is Love," then to lunch at Baguette Box before shopping at the Westlake Center. Build-a-Bra was our last stop and my eagerness to get home was starting to show. I had enjoyed having a girl's day out with Sam but I knew that as soon as the last sculpture was loaded it would be a short countdown until Freddie's arrival.
We left the store with our new undergarments in tow. When Sam's attention strayed to other stores I gently nudged her in the direction of the door.
"I gotta get home so I can help Spencer finish packing for his trip," I reminded her. She shrugged her shoulders and followed me without argument. Much to my relief she boarded a bus headed home. As I walked toward my building, I thought through the plans for my gift to Freddie, my amends for taking advantage of him in the last few years. Since I knew so little of what he preferred, it had turned into a bit of a gift to myself, although I'm sure he wouldn't argue with the lingerie I had picked out. My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Freddie: The universe is smiling down on me.
Me: Excellent. What's going on?
Freddie: My Mom's gotta work a DOUBLE.
Me: Oh my, 16 hours. Whatever will you do with all your spare time? :)
Freddie: I dunno. You tell me.
Me: Hmm...maybe I can think of something to do. ;) I'll text you and let you know when, OK?
Freddie: I can't wait.
Me: Til Then, xoxo
I turned the corner at the plaza to see Spencer heaving a sculpture into the back of a rented moving van. It was the likeness of the Loch Ness Monster made entirely out of Pesos.
"Need some help?"
"Please! Could you get up in the van and help slide it in? I don't want it to get broken."
"Where's Socko? I thought he was helping you." The sculpture was deceivingly heavy but I did what I could to help him. When it was securely inside I jumped down and Spencer shut the door.
"He's on his way. His bus got held up. Apparently they had to stop it because some crazy girl was stealing french fries from one of the passengers and they had to kick her off."
'Please don't be Sam,' I thought to myself. A little part of me knew it was. As soon as we opened the door to the building Lewbert was screeching.
"Gah! My Lord Artsy Fartsy, aren't you done yet?" he howled in our direction.
"I just have to get my suitcase, Lewbert."
Inside the apartment it seemed barren with the lack of original artwork.
"You're going to have to get straight to work sculpting when you get home. This place has no atmosphere without your art."
"That, I can do," he smiled.
"Be successful," I opened my arms to hug him. He grabbed me up and lifted me off the ground in a big bear hug. "And be careful."
"Aye, aye Captain." he teased and threw me a fake salute as he headed down the hall.
I would miss my brother but I was grateful for the opportunity his absence afforded me. I went straight upstairs and got into the shower. After my hair was curled and I had assembled the layers of barely there clothing for Freddie's removing pleasure, I checked to make sure my bedroom was set up as I wanted. I pulled the chair from corner into the center of the room, set the dimmer switch to a low level and turned on the stereo. I glanced at the clock and realized it was still a few minutes before Mrs. Benson would be leaving for work. I mentally calculated when she would be home and set the alarm for the next morning. How could sixteen hours be so short?
I leisurely buckled my tall black boots, waiting for the last few minutes to pass. My nerves were building when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I was actually happy with what I saw. Even my smallish boobs were something to be proud of in this outfit. It made me feel more at ease that I at least looked like I knew what I was doing. I stepped down the stairs and clicked off the lights in the living room, leaving the stairs illuminated to guide him up to my room. I left the door to my room cracked slightly and checked the clock again. It was late enough.
Me: Hi there. You busy?
Freddie: Not at all.
Me: Want to be? :)
Freddie: Absolutely.
Me: Come on over.
Freddie: I'll be right there.
I grabbed the remote to the stereo and stepped inside my closet. In the silence I could here the front door open downstairs. Afraid he's miss the hints, I sent one last text.
Me: Come on up. Have a seat and make yourself comfortable cutie.
A moment later the door to my room eased open, then shut. I peaked through the crack of the closet door. Freddie was looking around curiously and took a seat in the white chair. I let him wonder for a few moments before aiming the remote at the stereo and starting up the music. The closet was slightly out of his line of sight so I was thankful when he noticed my leg jut from the door with the beat. His eyes widened and mouth dropped open as I slid slowly from my hiding spot and sauntered towards him keeping time with the music. He was on the edge of his seat, on the verge of getting up.
"No, no, no," I wagged my finger at him teasingly. I walked ever so slowly behind him, letting my hair flood over his shoulder as I whispered in his ear. "For this portion of tonight's show you, Freddie Benson, will remain seated and keep your hands to yourself."
He swallowed slightly and scooted back in his seat. I moved back to a spot in front of him, grabbed the bottom of the black dotted babydoll I was wearing over the bra and panties. Swiveling my hips I lowered myself holding the fabric in place to expose skin. Freddie's eyes poured over each bit of flesh before I let the fabric drop back into place. His arms hung heavily at his sides and I danced towards him again. I leaned in toward him, putting my breasts within an inch of his face and slowly worked my way down the length of his body, hoovering just out of reach. I stared deeply into his eyes and tugged teasingly at his belt. As I worked my way back up his body I let my nose trail against his torso and my hair tickle the skin on his arms. Standing up I spread my legs to straddle his lap.
"You know, you could help me with this bow." I nodded toward the thin strip of fabric that was holding the lingerie closed at my breasts. He grinned slightly and reached for the string, "No, no." I interrupted him, "No hands." His grin grew even wider before disappearing into my chest, nose deep in the crevasse of my breasts as he worked at the knot with his teeth and tongue. My mouth began to water as his hair tickled my collarbone. He drew his head back, pulling the bow loose before diving in again to release the last tangle.
"Need any more help?" he asked with one eyebrow lifted deviously.
"Not just yet." I slid off his lap with a smile on my face. Turning my back to him I slid the straps of the babydoll off my arms slowly, looking over my shoulder to watch his expression. He bit his lip as the thin fabric hit the floor. I worked my way back around behind him again, leaning over his shoulder and running my hands down the front his his shirt, pulling it up as I scratched the skin of his stomach lightly. I released the buckle of his belt and slid my fingers down the front of his pants just enough to tease him. He sucked in a sharp breath and tossed his head back against me. Knowing he was so close to the edge had me dripping wet. I slipped back around in front of the chair with my back to him, gripping his knees as I dropped to the floor. I leaned forward as my knees straightened, presenting my barely covered ass just in front of him. I flipped my head back sending a spray of hair against my back as I leaned against his frame, lowering myself until I could feel his swollen dick through his pants.
I pushed myself off his lap and ran my hands across my breasts, down my torso and into my panties. I let them slide down my hips just a little as I placed my right foot on his knee before plunging my fingers down below. His jaw fell open as he watched my hand at work. I let out a moan as I slipped the fabric to the side for his full viewing pleasure. I heard him mumble, "Fuck" under his breath.
Careful not to push him too far, I brought my leg back down and moved my hands up to my breasts again, running my fingers along the edge of the cup where the flesh nearly overflowed. Freddie was gripping the edge of the chair now in a blatant attempt to restrain himself. I slipped my arms out of the straps of my bra, and began massaging my breasts until the fabric slipped down revealing the dark pink halo around my nipples. I leaned into him again as I reached behind my back to unfasten the bra, letting it fall into his lap. My erect nipples brushed against his cheeks as I finished unzipping his pants, running my fingers over his stiff package. I placed my hand on his chest and pushed myself down towards the floor to finish the job. I laid back slowly in front of him, looping my thumbs through the waist of the low slung panties and slowly pushing them to the ankle of my boots. I released one leg and used the other to kick the wet panties onto Freddie's chest. He was too stunned to move as he took in my fully exposed body.
I was done with my torment and moved into a kneeling position in front of him, sliding his knees apart as I forced the waist of his boxers past his unyielding cock. I looked into his face again as I took a long lick up his member like it was a sweet lollipop. His eyes fell shut as I wrapped my lips around the head, working my tongue over each bit as I tried to take his length inside my mouth. As I moved my lips and tongue up and down his twitching cock his whole body began to jerk beneath me. I switched my attention back to gentle teasing licks making satisfying circles around his dick as he grunted and moaned in response. Whenever I felt he least expected it, I quickly slipped him back inside my mouth sucking the skin and wildly flicking my tongue. The quakes from his body were unstoppable now, regardless of how slow I went, so I resumed pumping my tightly wrapped lips over his slippery shaft.
"Carly, Carly," he called out, taking a handful of my hair as his hips raised off the chair. Without knowing what to expect I let the warm liquid flood my mouth. I resisted the urge to retract at the unknown taste and let his juices slide down my throat, praying he'd appreciate the gesture.
He looked entirely spent. I took his hands from my face and stood up, pulling him with me, shoving his pesky clothes off his body.
"Now get in my bed." I ordered with a smile on my face.
He fell against the pillow looking ready to pull me into his arms, but I had something else in mind.
"On your stomach."
He looked a tad uneasy at my demand. I winked at him playfully and he complied without argument. I mounted his back and began massaging the muscles of his shoulders. I worked my way all the way down, kneading his arms and back, paid attention to his neck and turned around to rub down his butt and legs. He quietly groaned and mumbled as his strong body turned to butter beneath me. When I was satisfied with my job I was also completely out of ideas.
"I relinquish control to you, Freddie Benson." I told him as I moved to lay next to him and run my hands through his messy hair. "I'll try anything you want me to."
His grin grew instantly as he appeared to be quickly pondering his list of demands.
"First...off with the boots."
I obediently unbuckled the boots and tossed them to the floor. He flipped himself over onto his back still smiling.
"Now, come here."
I happily complied, quickly crawling on top of him as I kissed his supple lips. He returned my kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, wrestling mine with his own. The taste of his sweet breath filled me and made my head spin. His hands roamed my body, sending addictive tingles up my spine. High on his touch and intoxicated with his kisses, I was entirely shocked when he retreated.
"Okay, now come here." he commanded.
"I am here." I smiled through the confusion.
"No, no. Knees...here." He patted the space on the bed above his shoulders.
The blood completely drained from my brain as I absorbed the meaning of his words. What he had done to me with his tongue the morning before was more tempting than an open bank vault and my pussy swelled rapidly at just the thought of it.
"Knees here?" I asked as I scooted up on his body, tucking my legs around his shoulders. I could feel my excited moisture about to start dripping.
"Very good." He grabbed my hips and lowered me onto his extended tongue, licking the lips and forcing his tongue inside. I immediately grabbed the headboard, unable to support myself from the overwhelming sensation. He quickly found my sweet spot with his wet hard tongue and released an explosion of licks around my button. I made no effort to stifle my screams of delight as he worked my little nub over. He lapped my wealth of juice noisily, sending shock waves through my body as he hit new areas. I writhed against his face and moaned, helpless as he teased me, pushing me so close to the brink of satisfaction. Every noise I made was a plead that I couldn't form into words. For that moment there was nothing in the world but his tongue pushing me to orgasm, and I liked it that way. His delicious torment was surely going to stop my heart and be the end of me if he didn't...if he didn't...
I screamed. I cried. I trembled uncontrollably. I came so hard the world around me went black. Every millimeter his tongue moved on my clitoris sent waves of color flowing behind my closed eyes as I rode his face to a land of boundless pleasure.
He closed his mouth and slipped his shoulders out from under my legs. After a moment the tremors ceased and I was able to open my eyes. He grabbed me by the waist and slid me back down his torso until I was stopped in place by his unbending erection. He didn't speak his next request and didn't have to- I wanted him inside me every bit as bad as he did. I lifted myself slightly, unsure how to position myself with his body and clumsily adjusting my place. Every part of me was incredibly sensitive from the massive orgasm moments ago as I pushed his cock into my tight wet hole. He tightened his grip on my waist as I slowly took his length inside me. I loved his strong chest and anchored my hands there for balance, enjoying the feel of his muscles under my fingers as I moved experimentally on his dick. As I found my rhythm his face was mirroring every pleasurable feeling I experienced. I was jovial to have the clue that he was enjoying it.
Loving the ability to tease him some more, I moved my hand from his chest to give my bouncing tits a little attention. His hands had been as well as glued to my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh. Leaning back a bit made the stroke of his cock hit a new spot and I let out an involuntary moan. He bit into his lower lip and his eyes grew hungry. He had all of me, absolutely all of me, and still looked like he was starving for more.
I responded to his craving and drove myself onto him faster. The fire in the core of me grew with each stroke. He moaned wildly and whispered my name under his breath as our bodies crashed together making an oddly satisfying wet noise, beckoning me to thrust harder, faster. I had barely noticed the sensation building inside me, I was paying too much attention to his gratifying reactions. My climax erupted viciously- I dug my fingernails into the skin of his stomach as my second orgasm of the night rippled through my body. I could feel the muscles underneath my hands contract sharply as his face froze and he came forcefully inside me. Completely exhausted, I was grateful to be free to crash onto the bed at his side, heaving in breath just as he was.
Drained of hormones and other key bodily fluids we opted to relax for a bit. We ordered a pizza and showered together while waiting for it to be delivered. Far from bored with him, it was difficult to keep my hands to myself while we washed. We wandered downstairs lazily as the intercom chimed. I buzzed in the delivery boy and waited by the elevator, realizing how hungry I was. Freddie settled into the couch and shouted, "Rampu!" to illuminate the room in soft light from the voice activated lamp behind him. The elevator door rose revealing a bulky muscular man in his early 20's sporting a University of Washington jacket over his Pizza World uniform. His eyes poured over me and I suddenly realized what I must look like. Wet hair and only covered in a short robe, a 16 year old girl at10 minutes til midnight with a damp underwear clad teenager on the couch. I smiled sheepishly and felt my face flush as I exchanged the $20 bill for my dinner. Tip already in hand, he smiled towards Freddie as the elevator started to close.
"Nice job, bro."
Freddie burst into laughter as the man disappeared down the elevator shaft.
"What's so funny? I'm a little embarrassed." I admitted sheepishly.
"Carly, that guy thought it was his lucky day. Then he saw me."
My face was burning hot now that I made sense of the man's reaction. Freddie's chuckles stopped and he jumped off the couch to pull me into his arms.
"Carly, sweetie, don't be embarrassed. Don't be offended." He put a hand under my chin and lifted my face to look me in the eyes. "Guys are just primal like that. Besides, do you really not know how beautiful you are?"
I worked to keep my face still as I pondered his question.
"I'm just normal."
Freddie sighed at my response. "You're silly. And gorgeous."
"And should probably be dressed the next time I answer the door?"
"Well, I'll agree to that one, but mostly because I want to keep you all to myself."
I slipped out of his arms with a smile on my face and grabbed the pizza box off the island. We settled into the couch, falling silent as we ate. His body language seemed so natural. He was completely at ease. I couldn't stop myself from giving him a goofy smile. He returned the smile with a questioning expression behind it. His confusion made me laugh a little, and I knew there was no way around confessing my thoughts.
"I was just thinking, this time last week I could never have imagined what's actually happened between us. I probably fell asleep last weekend wondering what your lips felt like." I blushed again, though a big part of me was glad to not have to hide my feelings anymore. Of course Freddie's ever-present smile widened as he heard my admission.
"I would have let you find out then, you know. You didn't have to wait." He tossed his pizza crust into the box and situated himself on the couch to face me.
"I know now, I was scared then. I had given you every reason to give up on me."
"Never," he assured me.
"You are so...calm lately. It's different. I mean...it's good. I'm just not used to it. You always had this little bit of tension before. That's gone now."
Suddenly it was Freddie's turn to blush. He avoided my eyes and hid all but the tiniest hint of a grin.
"I'm happy," he explained simply, still looking down.
"What aren't you telling me?" I pried.
"Well...the first night you stayed with me?" he prompted reluctantly, "You fell asleep so quickly. I didn't know you talk in your sleep. You said you love me. Nothing on the planet has bothered me since. As long as it's true, nothing ever will."
I was stunned. I froze like a statue for a moment, but something in the recesses of my brain reminded me his feelings were on the line. It's not like it wasn't true, I had just been afraid it was too fast. It felt as if my mind disconnected from my body in that moment. I was a third party observer to my own conversation witnessing the words spill clumsily from my lips.
"Of course it's true, Freddie, more than you could possibly know. You know how people say when they are apart from the one they love, they feel like part of them is missing? That's what I was expecting, but it's not like that at all. I feel like a ghost when I'm not with you, Freddie. You don't take a part of me with you, you take everything. You are my everything, and I love you."
He had taken my fingers into his during my confession without my even noticing. He kissed the back of my hand and looked deeply into my eyes.
"I love you, Carly Shay."
Our lips met blissfully, and suddenly I realized, nothing could bother me.
