Author's note: This is part one of a four-part series called "Sex Novella," a story in which attractive but dysfunctional people have lots of sex in luxury apartments. Plot and character development are largely secondary concerns.
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"What do you say we fuck with the lights on?"
It was getting late in the season, and Terra had been putting in long hours at work. I hadn't seen her body under full overhead illumination in weeks. I happily agreed.
I helped lift her shirt up over her head, and we tossed it aside. Terra made no effort to comply with modern physique trends or exercise fads. Rather than being taught and hard, she was mostly soft all over, and even softer in all the right places. I preferred it this way. Hard bodies were the norm in our zip code. The streets were littered with crossfit women with rock hard abs and the contours of a shredded sartorius poking through the front of each legging of tight yoga pants. In comparison, a woman who was curvy, chubby, or event plump was downright exotic. At the trendier clubs Terra was actively perused by men (and women) to a degree she frequently found annoying. My own slim physique contrasted sharply with the typical hulk that lurked at the gym and periodically attracted a small niche of admirers.
Instinctively Terra reached for the clasp at the front of her bra, but it wasn't where she expected.
"Damn it! I really hate this last batch of bras I bought." She fumbled for the clasp at the back. Her shoulders and elbows contorted awkwardly. Eventually she gave up and spun around so her back was facing me. "A little help here!" she demanded.
With a quick flip of the wrist and a snap of my fingers, the clasp popped open. Unrestrained, her tits spilled out. I slipped her bra forward over her arms and off her body. Terra spun back around.
Under the light, the bra was one of the most boring undergarments I had ever seen, beige in color and strictly functional. There were no designs, patterns, or pictures intended to excite.
"I like the red ones and the black ones you used to wear much better," I said. "Why did you buy this batch if you hate them so?"
"When you have breasts as heavy as mine, bras wear out quickly. I needed new bras in a hurry and these were the only ones they had in my size."
"Do you still have the red ones with the green swirls, or the black ones with the white pokadots?"
"Yes, but they are getting a bit worn. I am going to reserve them for special occasions."
I inverted one of the cups. The interior was lined with a cheap thin flexible foam, and there was a thick hard underwire that I couldn't imagine was comfortable.
"Damn it!" Terra snapped. "Could you pay less attention to the bra and more attention to me!"
"Sorry." I slid my hands up her sides and cupped the bottom of her tits. I lifted them somewhat, feeling their considerable heft. I circled my thumbs and forefingers around each of her broad areolas and felt her nipples stiffen. She moaned softly. She liked a little pain, so I pinched each nipple and tugged slightly. Terra planted her wet lips on mine, and stuck her tongue in my mouth. The embraced seemed to last for minutes. Eventually she came up for air.
"I love the way your tits sag." I said.
"Shut up and help me with my pants!"
I reached down and unsecured the first two buttons of her trouser fly. Perhaps a little too eager, I thrust my hand down the front of her panties and felt the sharp barbs of the stubble that encircled the opening of her pussy.
Terra grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand out of her pants. "Slow down tiger! What's the rush?"
I eased her trousers down a little, but the tuck at the waist caught around the broad girth of her hips. I tugged down harder, which didn't exactly have the effect I desired. The garment didn't budge, and the force pulled Terra off balance. She stumbled. I helped break her fall onto the squashy bed behind her.
"You are eager tonight, aren't you?" Terra had grown accustomed to my clumsiness long ago and wasn't annoyed that I knocked her over.
I bent forward and braced me knees against the front of the bed so I could have a better angle of attack as I wrestled with her trousers.
"Here, let me help you." Terra unsecured the third button I had overlooked. Her waist so narrow and her hips so wide, it was still a struggle to finally get her pants off. I had to man handle her, spinning her around face down on the bed and yanking as hard as I could. Terra didn't mind this one bit. When I finally liberated her from her trousers, she was on her hands and knees with her ass in the air.
Her black panties were much easier to remove. I reached between her thighs and stroked the fleshy skin of her crotch. Her pussy stubble felt coarse like sandpaper on the upstroke. Terra's soft mouth emitted a slight murmur, and her pink asshole puckered. Eventually, the slant of the movement became too awkward for my wrist, so I wrangled Terra onto her back. She pushed me away off the front of the bed.
"Your turn to strip!" She demanded.
I unbuttoned my shirt slowly and tried to do a little dance, swaying my shoulders and hips. Evidently, Terra didn't find this arousing, which wasn't surprising. I was, after all, a terrible dancer.
"No, stop that! That's terrible! Just get undressed, already!"
My dress shirt and undershirt off, I subtly pulled my stomach in and flexed my chest. I had practiced the movement repeatedly in the mirror and could tense my body to look tone without any inelegant jerking motions.
Delighted, Terra squealed. "I just love skinny ropey men."
I smiled.
"Take your pants off already."
I managed to get my trousers off without falling over, which, for me, was an achievement.
"I think you are the only man on the planet who still wears briefs."
I only wore boxers to sleep at night. I never grew accustomed to the feel of excess fabric trapped beneath my trouser legs and chafing against my thighs.
"No, I'm not the only one. The planet is a large place."
"Okay, you're the only man in this district who wears briefs," Terra countered.
"I've seen others."
"Where?"
"In the locker room at the gym."
"Okay, you're the only straight man who wears still wears them."
I pondered this for a while. Terra was probably right.
"Oh, just take them off already. All this talk about gay men and underwear is killing the mood."
I had to agree with Terra on this point. Having left my prior state of arousal, Terra shrieked and laughed when I took off my briefs.
"What?" I snapped. "You've seen it before!"
"Yes, but I forgot how tiny and pathetic it looks when you're not using it."
I shrugged the comment off. I was very much a grower.
Terra slid forward and sat at up in bed, her legs dangling off the front. "Come here and let me help you with that."
She cupped my balls in her hand and took me into her mouth. I stiffened a little. Terra curled her lips, giving her a rather sinister sneering look I found quite pleasing. Her strong straight white teeth scraped the back of my head, and she bit down slightly. This was a sensitive area and it hurt a bit, but it was also quite arousing. She closed her lips around my shaft and slurped noisily. Her head rocked back and forth as her lips slobbered around my cock. Her tongue caressed the sensitive underside. Reaching forward she stroked the skin behind my sack, practically touching my asshole.
I loved to watch. I gently drew her hair back behind her neck so I could have a better view. In the valley between her large dangling tits, Terra was touching herself, rubbing her stubbly pussy lips up and down, up and down. It was too much for me. If she kept this up, I wasn't going to last long. As if reading me mind, Terra pulled her head back. A trail of spittle streamed in the space from tip of her lips to the end of my cock. Terra jerked my cock in her hand. I was rock hard, the veins engorged.
