Bobby sighed as he entered his apartment, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Home at last!
It’d been a grueling day at work. All the information Bobby required for his data analysis had been late, so he spent half the day doing order entry for the bank office, most of which were botched by customers; Bobby then had to track down their errors, correct their orders and call to inform them of the changed status of their shipments. As Bobby was not a “people person,” this was stressful.
On top of that, he missed Judy, who was in L.A., ten hours away from him. When he entered this relationship, Bobby knew it’d be difficult at times, but he’d forgotten how potent love-sickness could be.
*Smile, blue-boy. Your day – your workweek – is over. Break out those Guinness pints, grab the cat, and watch those wonderfully violent videos you rented. But first get into some bum-worthy rags. *
Bobby half-smiled at the thought. It wasn’t a perfect night, but he could sleep in tomorrow.
He opened his bedroom door, shutting it behind him. He looked startled when he saw Judy in his bed, a bare shoulder evident beneath her brief cascade of brown hair. Blankets covered the rest of her, her clothes and backpack piled on the floor next to the bed.
His breath left him even as his cock stirred, his heart trip hammering.
Setting his backpack on the floor, he sat on the edge of the bed. He gently touched her shoulder to wake her, though he guessed she was already awake.
Judy rolled over. As she did so, Bobby caught a glimpse of a nipple, deep raspberry in the chilly room.
Her dark eyes, her fluorescent smile drew him in. For a few seconds, bordering on blissful eternity, they said nothing.
She broke the silence with “Hey, you.”
He smiled, his eyes joy-glittered.
“How’d you get here?”
“Took a bus from BART. Rode BART to Pleasanton. Then I caught a bus to your apartment. It took a little while, but it was fun. Lots of people to watch, talk to.”
Bobby hugged her tightly, cherry blossoms tickling his nostrils, her skin warm beneath his hands.
“You know I would’ve picked you up.”
She smiled. “I wanted to surprise you. And when you wrote that you were staying home this weekend. . . but first, you should ask what I’m doing in your bed without any clothes on. Go ahead, ask.”
His cock jutted against his jeans. Mock sighing, he did as she bid.
Her smile widened into a mischievous grin.
“I came because I missed you. It’s been a couple of months since we’ve seen each other, so. . . anyway, your roommate, who was on the way out, let me in when I showed up. I was tired, so I took a nap. Midway through the nap, I thought of you, what I wanted you to do to me.”
Her voice seductive.
“I was impatient, so I masturbated, imagining your tongue, your cock inside me. It was lovely. After I came, it occurred to me that I was ‘marking’ my territory, and it made me eager to see you ‘mark’ yours.”
She pulled the blanket back to reveal her Junoesque figure. The contours of her legs, her downy brown twat, her nibble-worthy breasts with their expansive deep-tinted areola, made him want to burst his jeans.
Her mouth, shaded with excitement, made him want to devour it with his own.
They came together, amatoric violence in their melding of limbs and lips, his clothes swiftly abandoned as they were swept up in their long-desired whirlwind.
She rubbed her vivid red pussy lips against the underside of his hot swelling cock. His peripatetic hands claimed her glorious body, cupping her breasts, clawing her back and stomach, biting her hungry mouth.
He moaned as he came across her stomach, breasts and neck. She stroked his deflating pussy-dewed cock, his salinity flavoring their violent kiss.
She looked into his orgasmically-bright blue eyes, said, “I love you.”
There was joy in his curiously manly blush, and that was all the answer she needed.
