Giggling, she turned and walked up the steps to her house, but then felt him come up behind her quickly and turned.
He pushed her up against the front door hard, causing her to cry out softly in delighted surprise. One hand moved to her waist, but it was what he did with the other that surprised her. Oozing confidence, he grabbed her by the neck, his hand squeezing to let her know that he was in control, but also as soft as she’d ever felt a man be. His thumb from his other hand was curled up under her chin, and she felt her pussy grow damp as he drew her face up to his.
Silently, she begged him to take her, but he didn’t. Instead, he stared at her in complete silence for a good ten seconds. Desperately, she willed him to kiss her, grope her, slide his finger in her panties, or just get it over with and fuck her, but he wouldn’t. She wasn’t going to break though, and just stared hard back up at him. That was until his voice, suddenly sounding much more commanding and surprisingly more confident than it normally did, surprised her.
“I’m going to spoil you fucking rotten,” he said.
She grinned, staring up at him, then saw him leaning in, and closed her eyes as they met in a soft, electric kiss. He pulled her tight up to him, easily moving her where he wanted, and caused her to whimper again.
Then, he let her go and stepped back, grinning widely as he did so.
“Ugh,” she said, frowning as he walked away. “You did that on purpose,” she said, suddenly realizing what he’d been doing.
“You needed a little payback for all the times you’ve left me turned on,” he said, grinning.
“Did you forget about the time you jerked off in my underwear with me still in them! Or how about when you shoved your cock in my mouth? Or the other time you shoved your cock in my mouth. Or the time you actually shoved it in my pussy?”
He fixed her with his infuriatingly confident look. “Nope,” he said with a wink.
“Fuck,” she said, grabbing him and yanking him back in, her lips quickly finding his and furiously kissing him. “Fucker,” she muttered.
He chuckled, kissing her hard for several seconds, but she forced herself to break it off, staring hard at him.
“God… I want to sneak you up to my room…” she whimpered, clutching at him as if he were a security blanket.
He smirked and shook his head. “You just got done with a nude photo shoot and you’re worried about your parents seeing me go upstairs with you?”
She giggled, seeing how ridiculous it sounded.
“I like you Alex,” he said, kissing her again. “I like you a lot.”
She sighed, leaning back against the door as he turned and started to walk away.
“Text you tomorrow,” he called out.
“Bye… fucker,” she said, drawing laughs as he walked to his truck.
Sighing hard, she turned and unlocked the door with her key, then stepped in and went directly to her room.
*****
Sam
Work was typically busy for a Wednesday. She caught Kara in one of the few slow moments, though, and was able to talk to her.
“I’m needing a favor,” Sam said. “I have a problem and I want to talk with you sometime. Maybe… we can go to lunch or something?”
Kara looked over, then nodded. “Tomorrow?” she asked.
“Sure. I’ll text you,” Sam said.
“Deal,” Kara replied.
That evening, Sam had just gotten home from work and was getting ready for bed when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. She turned as Dane knocked on the door frame.
“Hey,” she said, tossing the second shoe to the floor.
“Can we talk?” he asked. “I know you’re probably tired, so it can wait if it has to.”
She nodded and waved him in. As he entered and shut the door, she saw that he was in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and groaned silently at the dirty thoughts creeping into her head.
“What’s on your mind?” she managed to force out as she tore her eyes away from the clothed package that was bobbing toward her.
“That… is quite the getup,” he said, looking down at her.
She glanced down, realizing that she was still in her work uniform, and felt a flush of embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll change.”
He’d been about to sit down on the bed, but quickly stood back up as she undid the tie on her shirt.
Someone else’s voice, though it came from her throat, said, “Oh stop it, you’ve seen a woman naked before. I’m not taking off my panties.”
He stood awkwardly still for a moment, but then turned and sat down on the bed, glancing over at her. She watched him in the mirror while she pulled her top off. She hadn’t actually meant to be topless in front of him, but it was too late before she remembered that she didn’t wear a bra with her work clothes, and couldn’t help but feel a whisper of excitement when she saw the wide-eyed look on his face, along with a hint of a smile for the briefest of moments.
“Sorry,” she said, grabbing a nearby shirt. Delighting in the reaction a simple glimpse of her breasts had garnered, she wondered what it was about being noticed and appreciated that excited her so. She may have taken a little more time in getting a shirt on than she needed, but she didn’t think he’d mind.
After ten seconds of pulling her shirt on , she sighed and stretched her arms a bit, enjoying the feeling of being in comfortable clothing again.
“So, what’s going on?” she asked, going to the mirror a few seconds later to start pulling the braids in her hair apart, wanting to brush it out so that she didn’t get a headache that night and have to do extra work to deal with it in the morning.
The girl in the mirror seemed to smirk at her again.
“I uh… I think we need to talk about some things,” he said, looking over from where he’d sat down on the end of her bed.
She looked back, seeing his trepidation and wondered if he was upset or something.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “What’s going on?”
“Huh?” he asked, having been lost in thought for a second. “Oh… sorry…”
“Dane,” she said, turning and looking at him. “Are you okay? You’re acting a little weird.”
He sighed and nodded. “I was thinking about that uniform you wear. I haven’t seen it before.”
She smirked. “You’ve never eaten at Double D’s?”
He shook his head, his expression a bit strained. “I haven’t. It’s a little exploitive for my tastes.”
She raised her eyebrows in surprise at that. “You’re serious?” she asked.
He nodded.
“But you allow me to work there?” she asked.
He chuckled. “I don’t have any say in where you work, Sam. I’m not your boss.”
She smirked again and looked back at the mirror.
“Don’t you get lots of looks and stuff?” he asked.
She glanced back. “Seriously? That’s the entire point of eating there. The food is okay, but it’s not like… life-changing or anything. People go there because they like the way the girls look.”
“I know… I know, I just didn’t ever think I’d see sweet little Sam wearing skimpy clothes and working in a place like that.”
She turned around, feeling a little worried that he was disappointed in her.
“You’re ashamed that I work there?” she guessed.
He looked up at her sharply. “What? No, of course not! I just think that you’re too good of a person to be working there.”
She breathed a little easier, glad that he wasn’t embarrassed of her or something. She realized then how much his approval meant but tucked that little nugget of information deep down inside where it wouldn’t cause any trouble.
“I appreciate that, but don’t you have wet t-shirt contests at your bar?”
He stammered for a second, but then sighed and looked at her in obvious defeat. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, Sam. I’m just… I’m trying to get something off my chest and I’m letting that cloud all my other thoughts.”
She nodded, grabbing the brush and starting to run it through her satiny blonde locks.
“Well, you know that I love you, right?” she asked him, meeting his eyes through the mirror.
He nodded.
“And nothing… nothing you could ever do would make that change, okay?” she asked, feeling like she was talking down to him, or maybe to a child.
To be fair, he was kind of acting like one.
He nodded though, and she felt a little better.
“So… man up, buttercup, and tell me what’s wrong,” she said, still looking at his reflection.
“Man up, buttercup?” he asked, his expression amused and shocked at the same time.
“Mmmhmm,” she said with a wink.
He laughed, shook his head and then looked back up at her.
“Touche,” he said.
Sighing deeply, he looked down, then back up at her. “We need to have a difficult discussion,” he said. “A private one,” he added.
She’d just finished brushing her hair and looked over at him in mild surprise.
“Okay,” she said after a long silence.
She had no idea what this was going to be about or what his concerns were, but with the jumble of thoughts racing through her head and mixing with her pent-up arousal and emotions, none of them were good. She briefly considered sitting there on the chair in front of her mirror, but then saw him moving back onto the bed and making room for her. Standing, she gave him a comforting look, only half-forced, and moved over to the side she slept on. Sliding down, she sat and got comfortable. He looked over at the door though and stood back up. Padding quietly back over, he gently locked the door and reapproached her, sitting back where he’d been before.
“I don’t want anyone walking in and seeing us in our underwear, or hearing what we’re talking about,” he said quietly.
She nodded, then suddenly realized what he was probably upset about.
“Dane, I’m sorry for kissing you,” she said.
He looked up, but she was looking down and didn’t see his face. “I don’t know what came over me, but I’ve just been so… sexually frustrated lately,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “I just couldn’t help myself and…”