I ran a hand over my face as I sat in the chair near my door and waited for her to return that night. It was late for her, though not for me, when near-silent footsteps sounded in the hallway. She was being quiet, but I heard her key in the lock.
I rose quietly and watched her ease inside her apartment. She dressed demurely in baggy t-shirts and ill-fitting jeans. But I knew what was underneath. Her plump ass haunted my fantasies and her large, round tits were made for my palms.
I couldn’t help the smirk that turned the corner of my mouth. She thought she was slick, thought I didn’t see her watching me for the past few months. Of course I knew. What she didn’t know was that I was watching her, too. I knew where she was from, who her parents were, what she was studying, and that she’d been accepted to law school. I knew everything, except the one thing that I wanted most.
I wanted to know what she tasted like.
My cock hardened at the thought of finally getting a little bite of Jess. I opened my door and went to hers. There was no plan. I was going to knock, introduce myself a bit more cordially and then … What? What would I do? I wanted to barge in, throw her on the bed, and fuck her. But that was frowned upon, generally speaking.
I looked down and realized I wasn’t wearing a shirt, just some gym shorts. I couldn’t knock on her door like this. I was about to take a step back when I heard her voice. Or rather, heard her exhales and a low keening sound. I moved closer, putting my eye to her peephole. There was nothing except some dark strands of hair. She must have been leaning against the door.
The sound came again. This time it was definitely a throaty moan. My cocked kicked to attention as I pressed my ear to the door. It was as if I could feel her heartbeat vibrating through the wood.
“Yes, please.” The lightest whisper from her side.
My palms were hot against her door, and I eyed the handle. Had she locked it?
“But I want him so fucking bad.” Her voice was desperate. And then there was a knocking sound, as if she were hitting the back of her head against the door. “Why are you so hot, Michael? Why?”
That was it. The end for me. I had to have her. There was no turning back.
“Jess?” I asked.
A sharp intake of breath and then silence.
“Jess, let me in.” I was going crazy just imagining her on the other side of the door, her eyes wide, her fear something I could taste.
The lock clicked over. Shit.
I leaned in closer, so I was looking right at her through the peephole. “Jess, I know what you were doing in there. I know you were thinking about me.”
I was so hot and my cock so hard that it was already leaking precum at the thought of getting inside her.
“I was just . . .” Her voice was shaky.
“Were you touching yourself?”
“I . . .”
“Don’t lie, Jess. I’ll know if you do.” I ran my hands up the cool wood, tension in every one of my muscles that demanded I break down the door and take what I wanted.
“Yes.” So soft I almost missed it.
“Then open the door for me. I can make you feel good, Jess. My tongue, my hands, my dick. I’ll make you come as many times as you’ll let me.”
A moan and the same knocking sound came through the wood.
“Just open the door, Jess. I’ll show you.”
“I can’t.” She sounded tormented, as if she’d cry on the last syllable.
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve never. I, um, I’ve never done anything like what you just said.”
Holy shit. I focused my eyes on the peephole, knowing her light blue eyes were looking back at me. “You’re a virgin?”
Silence. Fuck. I was twenty-seven and bedded more than my fair share, but I’d never in my life had sex with a virgin. Jess was twenty-three, so she’d been waiting a long time. I couldn’t stop the smile that took over my lips. I would be her first time, gladly.
“Let me in.” I stared harder at the peephole.
“I can’t.”
“You can.” I tried my best to school my features, but I was hungry for her. “Just open the door. I’ll handle the rest.”
“I’m scared.” Her voice softened even more.
I snapped out of it the slightest bit. She was afraid. Of course she was afraid. I leaned back, though it took every bit of strength I had. I was going to get through her fucking door tonight or die trying.
“I’m sorry. Look.” I held my hands up, palms facing her, and hoped she didn’t notice my raging erection. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry I’m coming on strong.”
“No, I like it.” Her voice was still muffled, but stronger.
That sent my head spinning. Then why won’t you open the door?