Connie worked as a Fluffer a few days a week. It was almost customary that she would get the crew off before calling it a day. Diana still called her for a shoot once a week and she really enjoyed modelling for her as well. When pay day came around, Connie was amazed to have almost $600 in her purse.
Since their kiss earlier in the week, Connie had not seen Trent. Although they exchanged text messages, their schedules never aligned and Connie was somewhat relieved. She had spent a lot of her down time wondering about the feelings she had developed for Trent. Connie wanted Trent. She wanted to give herself to him and please him with her body. She rationalized it as the difference between love and work; it was just business. Picking up her phone, she called him.
Connie spoke quickly, "What are you up to today?"
"Bloody dishes." Trent laughed.
Connie giggled, "Need help?"
"Really? You want to come clean my apartment?" Trent said humorously.
"I want to spend time with you; plus, I've never seen your place." Connie was serious in her tone.
Trent's voice straightened, "Okay, I'll come get you now than before you change your mind."
On the drive to his apartment he reached over and took Connie's tiny hand in his, holding it for the duration of the trip. Trent slipped around opening her door for her and taking her hand as she climbed out of the car.
Before opening the door to his apartment he looked at her, "It's a mess. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Good lord! You weren't kidding." Connie blurted immediately upon entering the apartment.
The apartment was a small bachelor apartment; with the exception of the bathroom, it was effectively a big single room. One corner was a kitchen and the rest was the living room. Dishes piled high in both sinks and dirty pots littered the stove. A pile of clothes lay beside a single bed that's sheets lay disheveled exposing the bare mattress.
"Well, I did warn you. Now you know why I haven't invited you over." Trent shrugged and removed debris from his couch so Connie could sit.
Connie sat for a moment then insisted it was time to do some cleaning. Trent was highly resistant to the idea but Connie's mind was made up. An hour later, all the clothes and sheets were sorted and ready for the laundry mat. Dishes were washed and put away by Trent while Connie had swept the short grey pile carpeting as Trent didn't own a vacuum cleaner.
Each of them grabbed a bag of laundry and dragged them down to the car. As Connie loaded one of the washing machines, Trent pressed himself behind her. His hot breath on her ear as he spoke sent shivers through her body covering her in goose bumps.
"You are a special woman Connie." Trent wrapped his arms around her firmly squeezing from behind. "Thank you for coming to hang out with me today."
Connie turned in his arms and kissed him quickly as she closed the washing machines lid and hit the start button. "Special enough to feed?"
Trent smiled, "Absolutely! What do you feel like eating?"
A gyro restaurant beckoned from across the street. The couple slipped through the snow piled at the side of the road and ran wantonly across the street dodging traffic. They sat in the fish bowel looking out at the street as they ate.
"Do you know what Jason does for a living?" Connie asked matter of fact.
Trent thought for a moment, "I do."
Connie wasn't convinced that Trent really knew, "Ever see any of his work?"
"I have." Trent smiled and then changed the subject. "Want to go catch a show later?"
"Sure." Connie was hoping to get a feel for whether Trent knew what she did but apparently it was not to happen. At a minimum, she hoped to get a feel for how he felt about Jason's business.
Trent was very attentive with her, always opening doors and complimenting her. Connie could not have felt like more of a woman than when she was with him. When the laundry was done, they returned the apartment. Trent put hung clothes and stored the rest on shelves and drawers. Connie made the bed before sitting on the couch admiring their work.
"It almost looks civilized in here now." Connie laughed.
Trent laughed, "Almost?"
"Now you just need to hang something on these empty assed walls of yours!" Connie's voice was full of playful attitude.
Trent threw himself on the couch and play wrestled her until she was lying on her back. With her legs parted Trent lay on top of her with his hands on either side of her face. Brushing her hair gently, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. Trent ground himself in to her pelvis as they kissed. His hands slowly made their way up her tee and squeezed her through her bra. Even through both of their jeans, Connie could feel his hardness as they kissed. Arching her back she unclasped her bra and Trent took the opportunity to help her out of her shirt and remove the bra completely.
"Fuck me." Trent stood staring at Connie's breast. "They are more beautiful than I imagined." His hands attacked them and Connie fell back on the couch.
His hands squeezed her breasts gently and each nipple tweak sent electric shocks to her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and gave herself to him. Trent kissed his way to her breast where he licked and suck each of them as if one would get jealous from too much attention.
Connie pushed Trent back on his knees and stood up. Grabbing the hem of his sweater she pulled it over his head. Running her hands over the thick hair of his chest she smiled down at him. Trent reached up around and squeezed her ass until she pushed him to lay back on the couch.
Fumbling with the button of his jeans, she eventually managed to get his pants undone and his zipper lowered. Climbing on him she began to grind the bulge in his pants as she fed her breasts to his hungry mouth. Undoing her own pants, she slowly pulled her zipper down. Trent's hands slipped under them and squeezed her through her lacy boy cut panties as he continued to lick and suck her delicious tits.
Trent was hard as a rock and Connie was driving him insane. Picking her up Trent laid her gently on the freshly made bed before pulling her jeans over her hips and laying them on the floor. He stood looking at the beautiful young woman smiling back at him. Her red hair flowed across the sheets of his bed, her breasts sat beautifully on her chest and the only thing she wore was a lacy pair of baby blue panties.
Connie watched Trent smiling wildly as she lay there exposed for the first time. His face told her that he enjoyed what he was seeing. "Take your pants off too." Connie watched hungrily as he slid his pants off.
His cock pressed the fabric of his boxers and she could tell he was quite endowed.
Sliding up on the bed, Trent climbed between her legs again and began kissing her. He could feel the heat from her pussy as he pressed his cock against her. The thin fabric of their underwear was all that separated them. Kissing her he pushed his tongue in her mouth and she happily gave herself to him. His hands squeezed her beautiful breasts and he enjoyed every minute never wanting it to end.
Connie bucked her hips pressing her clit against his throbbing cock. Reaching down she grabbed his cock through his boxers and squeezed him. Slowly stroking his cock causing him to moan in her mouth.
Climbing off her, he lay beside her and took her breast in his mouth as his hand traced its way down her flat stomach. His fingers danced at the edge of her panties sending shivers over her body. Slipping the tips under the hem, he slowly moved towards her heat, stopping just short of her pleasure button. He stared in her eyes releasing her nipple from his mouth and smiled broadly knowing he was tormenting her.
"You tease!" Connie's eyes begged for him to release her pleasure.
