"I stare at your boobs too!" I said, hotly defending myself.
Have I mentioned that I can be an idiot sometimes?
I considered moving to Mongolia. Immediately. As in, before she could reply.
Too late.
"Okay, I am fully aware that you stare at my boobs too. Tish usually ignores that because she is irritatedly basking in the way you compliment hers! When you aren't complimenting her ass!" Gina replied tartly, but with a hint of a smile as well.
Okay. So immediate death was off the table. That was always nice in a conversation.
"Well... shit," I groused. "Now I have to come up with a new schtick."
"Loudly banging multiple chicks next door to us was an effective start," Gina laughed.
I may have blushed at that. "Look, I'm sorry about that. I'll try to get my instincts about discretion back on tra..."
"Shut up, Alistaire," Gina said almost friendlily. "First, Tish and I are right, aren't we? It was two different girls?"
Fuck.
"I mean, that isn't quite what it looks like," I started to babble. "Everyone..."
"I assume that since you only broke up with Liz like eight minutes ago," Gina went on, ignoring my excuses, "you are not in a relationship with either of these vocal individuals?"
"Vocal what? They are both good friends," I protested.
"So everybody is a free agent?" Gina asked.
"Of course! They..."
"Good," she interrupted again. Then she took a deep breath. "Alistaire, I really like Tish. She really likes me."
"Could have fooled me... could have fooled everybody," I snorted.
"It is just our dynamic. She is actually a lot of fun, and we rely on each other for so much shit you would not believe," Gina said seriously. "But while I cannot imagine a better roommate, she does get on my fucking nerves, just like I get on hers. But this week, she has been putting on a masterclass on nerve getting. I was about to flip my shit when you walked in and diverted her."
"You're welcome?" I asked uncertainly.
She snorted. "Not hardly. Had you just left me in there after your act, Tish would have added preening to the rest of her BS."
"And you say she is your friend?" I asked skeptically.
"She is. She just needs taking down a peg every so often and we are fine. I need taking down a peg too, sometimes. She is the one in need at the moment. Well... she's the one in need of taking down." She paused again, taking another deep breath. "And... if you are up for it," she went on, a seriously hesitant edge in her voice, "I can think of no better way for us to take her down about eight pegs than to just fuck each other's brains out, right now, right here, while she is next door and will have to listen."
Well now.
To be clear, I like Gina. A lot. She is very cool. And I had evaluated her as much more than merely doable from that first day when Dave told me to go check out our neighbors.
But this was a bit out of the blue, drat it.
"Um... I'm not sure this is the best way for you two to work things out, is it?" I said. Seeing her face, I hastened to add. "Hey! I am more than intrigued with the idea. A lot more. I like the cut of your jib and wish to subscribe to your newsletter. But leaping into things..."
"Alistaire, listen. This is not an idea that only just now sprang into my head," Gina said. "And I am not looking to replace Liz. At all. But you are, admittedly somewhat weirdly, good-looking. And you sure as hell know how to look at a girl in a way that makes her feel good about herself. But for most of the time I've known you, you were off the market."
She took a step toward me. "I'm not sure that Tish really believed that those girls were in here with Dave or not. I was sure they were in here with you. I certainly was imagining myself being in here with you when we were listening."
This was...
"The fight with Tish is not the reason I'm saying all this. It is the much-needed push that I need, and the approach I am seizing on to give me the guts. I am not really being that impulsive here. But I am hoping you will be," she finished, looking at me with an incredibly appealing mixture of come-on and uncertainty.
I can be impulsive, I thought. Especially with a very hot buddy who suddenly wants to become the very best kind of buddy.
"Gina, if this is what you want, then I am willing, nay, hornily eager to see just how loud I can make you. If it pisses off Tish... well pissing her off would only be a minor side benefit," I said in a serious tone of voice while letting myself give her as lusty a look as I could manage. I believe that I can manage quite a lot in that regard.
"Oh, I've already decided to be loud," Gina said, swishing toward me and wrapping her arms around the base of my back.
I grinned and pulled her hard against me.
I had barely begun to do a good job smearing the light pink lipstick Gina always wore when she pulled away enough to murmur, "That is a pretty nice bulge I felt pushing against me, dude! I want to see it," she smirked.
Well, she asked.
I tucked up the tails of my shirt and unzipped. "Well, if you want to see it, you can," I said, trying to sound uncertain. "But not sure what you are going to want to do with it."
Gina smirked at my words, but the look froze on her face as my still not fully developed erection popped free. I let my shorts drop to the floor and kicked them aside.
"That is not a 'nice bulge'," Gina said sternly. "That thing... I feel like I need a turban, a basket, and some kind of cartoon musical pipe to charm that thing safely!"
"It's really well-behaved," I said with puppy-dog eagerness. "It'll do whatever you ask, no basket required."
"Okay," Gina said, half to herself. "I wanted to fuck you before I saw that thing. I can't believe it, but I still want to." She looked at me a little bemused. "Damn, I bet that creature is going to feel amazing," she added, with growing enthusiasm.
"I hope it will," I said, pulling off my shirt. "But right now, I'm the only naked person around here, and that sucks for me. Want to help me out, or do I take care of fixing the situation myself?" I asked blandly.
Gina snorted. "You are usually such a chill dude when you aren't torturing Tish. Do you always get this confident when you are naked?"
"Honestly? Yeah," I admitted a little sheepishly. Then I added with a slight leer, "I've been told I should be." Gina snorted and shook her head with a smile, all while never letting her eyes off my now fully enthused cock. "Now, as to my need to see you equally naked," I went back to my original question. "How are we going to handle that?"
We handled it together and at a fairly rocket pace.
"God damn," I said, standing back and looking at Gina's naked body where we stood, checking each other out. "I should definitely start just coming into your room and saying how fucking hot you are. I'll ignore Tish."
"That might make her even worse," Gina said wryly. "How about we figure that out later, and fuck now?"
Gina was about 5' 6" and of some kind of Mediterranean ancestry, with medium olive skin, dark eyes, brown hair, and breasts that were both larger and more delicate than they seemed when she was dressed. Her nipples were almost chocolate brown, and seemed to be practically demanding to be sucked on, thoroughly, and before any fucking commenced. That was a demand that was going to be met, I decided. Oh, and she had an obvious commitment to eradicating all hair below her scalp...
"In my experience," I started slowly.
"Which is extensive lately," Gina interrupted gaily. For some meanings of the word 'lately', I thought.
"In my experience," I repeated, "sex is best when we can get in a good orgasm or so each before we get to the main event, okay?"
Gina started to snort, then looked down at my business again. "Yeah. I suppose a girl wants to be good and ready for that."
"Eh," I said calmly. "The pussy eating part is mostly just for my enjoyment."
"
You're
enjoyment?"
"The important thing," I went on shamefacedly, "is that while I have lots of, um, reloadability(?) my ability to hold off on the first orgasm of the day is pretty damned weak. I want to avoid coming during sex until I can make sure you are just about fully satisfied."
"Oh, so sucking your cock is really all for my benefit then?"
I just grinned guiltily. "In the exact same way that eating your pussy is going to be all for my enjoyment."
"You have this all figured out, huh, Alistaire?"
"Honestly? I've had a lot of sex the last nine months, Gina. I'm getting there."
We stared at each other and grinned.
"In the meantime," I said, pulling her against me again, "If you will hop up on the edge of my desk, I'm going to start surveying how your pussy likes best to be eaten."
