I’ve never been one who is focused on looks, but sometimes I can never resist myself. Zane lives nextdoor to me, a tall, blond man with nice blue eyes and a solid, muscled body. He lives alone, although he rarely spends the night so. I often hear loud thumping and screaming girls, our bedrooms seperated only by a thin wall. On horny nights I’ll lay alone in my bed, listening, fantasizing it’s me screaming, being rocked by his tanned body.
I stand in the kitchen, pulling myself back to reality. I’m making a small batch of chocolate chip cookies, quickly whipping together the ingredients. Realizing I’m out of sugar, and not wanting to go to the store, I slip out of my apartment and knock on his.
The door is pulled open, and I force myself to keep eye contact as he steps into view, shirtless, a pair of running shorts clinging to his thighs. He’s not so shy, eyes scanning my body, lingering on the tight, low-cut shirt covered in flour. I blush, eyes shifting to his chest, damp with sweat… Images come unbidden into my mind.
His dick inside of me, pounding me doggy style.
My mouth wrapped around a throbbing cock.
Me on top, screaming his name.
My blush increases, and I look back into his eyes. He’s smirking, and he leans against the doorway, eyes twinkling.
“Uh… Well, I-I was mak-king cook-kies and I w-was w-wondering…” Stutters fill my speech, and his smirk turns into a grin.
“What’s wrong, Jen, got something on your mind?” He winks, and I swallow.
“I was wondering if I could borrow some sugar?” I blurt, quickly.
He laughs, and leans in toward my face. “What kinda sugar you want, hun?” He winks again, but turns and walks into his apartment, gesturing for me to do the same. I warily step inside. He disappears for a second, reappearing with a large container filled with sugar. He hands it to me, smiles, and I step back into the hallway. I turn to go, but his voice stops me.
“I want some kind of payment for that sugar, you know. Some sugar in return would be nice. Just bring that back over when you’re done.” The door closes, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Sugar in return? I swallow, hard, and walk back into my apartment.
Distracted, debating what he means, I quickly mix the cookies and slide them into the oven.
I stand in front of his door, and, hesitant, knock. He opens it, peeking through the crack, and smiles. The door opens all the way and he tugs me inside, closing the door behind me.
“Now, this is mine…” He plucks the sugar from out of my hand and dumps it on the counter. He turns back to me and once again his eyes scan my body. My face heats up and I take a step back, running into the door. He grins. “Good idea…” He walks forward, easily clearing the distance between us, placing his hands on either side of my head. He’s pinned me to the door and leans forward, brushing my lips with his. My heart races and he presses his body firmly against mine, kissing me strongly, wrapping one arm around my waist. My breathing comes fast and he lifts my tiny body up, carrying me through the house. I can’t help but wrap my legs around his hips and he dumps me onto a large bed.
“Stay. And…” He bit his lip, staring at my supple breasts, “Make sure you’re naked when I come back.” He quickly walks out, locking the bedroom door from the outside behind him. I am alone, on a huge bed, in a strange house. I look around the room, noticing large posters of half naked women. The room is dimly lit, with only a single lamp lighting the room. I stand and pause, staring into one wall devoted to a wall-sized mirror.
Remembering his directions, I hesitantly slid of my clothes and stood, examining my body.
I’m a small girl, only a little over 5 foot, with medium sized breasts and a tight body. My hair is black and curly, and my eyes are dark and soft. My skin is rather pale, made to look even paler by my other dark features.
I jump as the door opens again. I turn to look at him, noticing his change of clothes, as he was now dressed in a tight white t-shirt and jeans with holes that hung off of his hips. His mouth parts as he sees me, eyes attempting to absorb my body. He steps forward grabbing me by the hips, and tosses me onto the bed. He climbs in after, wrapping his arms around me, kissing me longingly with hands squeezing my body.
