It started with Dungeons and Dragons

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Mike was coming. To her house. Tonight.

She was glad that yesterday she'd been restless, if for nothing more than the fact that it'd made her clean everything in her basement apartment. She didn't like other people seeing the mess she could make. It embarrassed her.

HA! Like that's something she should worry about with Mike.

Her mind was in a haze as she went through the motions of work, walking those dogs, getting mail, picking up papers... and poop. Fun. It was a good job for a wandering mind. And that was what she had.

When she finally finished her work day, she was quick to text Mike, before hoping into the shower.

'What time will you be here?'

She hated to seem so anxious, but she liked to know... so she could be ready with... something he supposed. She got into the shower, and spent an extra long time in there scrubbing herself down, scrubbing her hair, and shaving. Stubble was not attractive, even if it was just a fuck buddy.

She'd labeled it, because that's what they had decided last night, wasn't it? A strictly friends with benefits kind of thing. That worked for her. She was not a relationship type, and Mike was definitely not the type of guy she wanted a relationship with.

She just happened to like how he could screw her senseless.

When she got out of the shower, dried her hair and lotioned up, she found he'd responded to her question.

'6. Be ready.'

The small message sent an excited chill through her. She would be as ready as possible. And she went through the motions of finding something to wear. She didn't want to over dress... She'd never had a fuck buddy before. The expectations, if there were any, were new. She wanted to look attractive though, so she settled for a black skirt and a simple green sweater. There, she looked nice enough. She also made sure to wear a nice set of panties and bra. After all, tonight someone would be looking.

She'd lucked out really. She lived in a basement, and the family upstairs was out. The parents were split, the mom was with her boyfriend, and the kids were staying with their Dad. The house was empty. Being quiet was not an issue tonight. Thank God. She honestly didn't think she'd be able to BE quiet.

It was a few minutes till and she did the only thing that could calm her nerves. She got a glass of wine and tossed it down, and quickly got another. She'd been halfway through it when a knock caused her to jump. It was 6... and that was Mike.

She moved to the door quicker than she liked, her body suddenly rejoicing that he was finally here. With a motion the door was unlocked and opened, and a smile spread to her lips.

"Hey Mike." She'd state pleasantly, holding the door further open and moving aside as he walked in. She could tell he came straight from work too... Button up and jeans again. He came in, a small smile on his own face as he managed a quiet hey, before he paused when she shut the door. She didn't notice why until she looked at him. He was staring at her clothes. Or at least that's how it looked.

"You okay?" She couldn't help but ask. What did he think of them? Too much?

"Yeah..." He finally managed with with an exhale, arms moving to relieve him of his jacket. "You look nice. I like the skirt. It's been a while since you wore one." He'd state honestly. And indeed, it had been. A long while, mainly because of the fact she preferred jeans over any other kind of lower body clothing.

"I thought it'd be a nice... change." She'd soon state, feeling a hint of a blush come to her lips as she mind wandered for a moment... the thought of him hiking it up sent a chill through her. She didn't know why the image of him NOT removing it and doing sexual things was more erotic than being totally naked...but it was. Hopefully that's EXACTLY what he'd do.

She didn't have much more time to think on it as she suddenly felt her wrist grabbed, and she was pulled against him. His lips found her's in that passionate, lust filled kiss he seemed to perfect, and this time, she did not fight it, she did not struggle with it. She gave in, and returned it with her own lust. This was what it was about after all.

They weren't even away from the door and she felt her sweater be pulled off, his lips soon on her neck, nipping, sucking... It caused a moan to leave her lips. His hands wandered her frame slowly, moving over exposed skin before one found a familiar mound and squeezed it through the silk of her bra, fingers expertly find the already erect nipple and pinching it. Another moan left her lips.

He seemed to do things he remembered she liked the night before. He was learning... and she loved that. He knew what she liked enough to make her so unbelievably aroused, that nothing else mattered. She soon felt her back against the cold door, a gasp escaping her lips, which was soon hushed by his own as she heard his pants fall to the ground. The motion of him kicking them away was somewhat humorous, but she didn't laugh. His lips were attacking her skin again, and his other hand had her bra undone and was pulling it off her.

He'd not gotten this far with clothing removal. It felt cold, but his lips soon moved, and were soon licking, and then suckling that left nipple gently. Her head fell back as another moan came from those lips, hands soon finding themselves wrapped into his red hair tightly. It just felt too good.

And then she felt him reach under her skirt, and she felt her panties slip off alone.

The thought made her twice as much aroused. He knew what she wanted. Somehow he knew that's how she wanted it! Perhaps he'd wanted the same... She'd never know as her mind was pulled from it's focus as his hand found her bare slit once more, and began it's work, fingers moving over her most precious spots, causing her to squirm and moan as his mouth attacked her right breast.

It seemed to last too long, the torture of him pleasuring her, and not enough for her to come. But it soon ended, and he stood up straight, both hand moving to yank that skirt of hers up before he was grabbing her rump, and guiding legs around his waist.

he was lucky she had long legs, cause he had a rather big waist.

She hardly followed the motion until he was spearing into her, pressing her all the more against that door and holding her there, holding himself deep in her as lips brushed over her ear, his voice low and husky as he spoke... "Is anyone home?"

That was an odd question... She began to squirm at the feeling of him in her and not moving. It wasn't enough.

"N-No... The kids are at their Dad's.. and the Mom is out all night." She'd managed to say airily. It was true, why did he want to know?

"Good..." He'd manage before his hands were on her hips, and he was pulling almost all the way out before shoving himself back in. It elicited a deep moan from her. "I want you to scream for me.... The more you scream, the more I'll do."

His words shocked her as she blinked, looking up at him, her face deeply flushed... He was dead serious... And she felt the motion happen again, causing her to lose focus as she moaned out. He soon began a rhythm, and it was not nearly fast enough, but it was hard enough to make the screams come.

"OH GOD! MIKE!" She'd scream over and over, getting louder and louder... and she was happy to find, that the louder she got, the faster he went. It was erotic beyond all limits. She felt herself tightly held to the door by his body, his hips pumping in and out quickly, her legs wrapped around him.

it was becoming to come, she felt herself almost there.

"M-MIKE! I-I'M COMING!!!" And it was with that scream of release that she finally came, her body shaking at the release... but he didn't ease up. He just kept moving in her, just as fast, if not faster, and it was causing another orgasm to begin to swell quickly. Her moans were no longer anything but screams of ecstasy. Screams of her utter pleasure as she finally released again.

She just barely felt him pull out, and his own loud moan as she leaned back against the door with a heaving chest. That had been... amazing. Just when she thought he couldn't do amaze her anymore, he did it again.

His panting words caught her off guard however, when she felt her eyes slip shut.

"Oh no you don't." He'd soon manage with a smirk, his lips on her neck again. "The night's barely started, and I want to hear you scream some more."