"Just once I want you to be okay with me using the word 'cock' when we are screwing around! I mean, you do have one." Trixi sighed. Kyle looked down at his lap. She knew that this topic was mute, that was why she was getting dressed and walking out, frustrated beyond belief, for the last time. "Call me when you are okay with talking dirty." She said as she walked out the door. Readjusting her backpack on her shoulder, she let out an "hmpf" and started toward the apartment. It was time for either investing in a vibrator or a "guys night in". She just hoped her boys weren't busy with their latest conquests. Taking the stairs two at a time, she knocked on the boys' door.
Zack, Jay, and Beau lived in the cramped apartment that lay on the other side of the door. With no answer, she tried to open it; to her relief, it swung open. Light music/moaning drifted to her ears. Jay was watching porn again! This was going to be good. Quietly stalking toward his bedroom door, Trixi giggled at herself. Once she reached the door, she was about to fling it open when she heard, "Oh God! Jay! Faster!" Suddenly, she felt dirty for hearing the loud sex that happened to be happening in real life. She started to back up, when she ran into what could have been a wall, but in fact was Zack.
"I didn't see you as the listening type," he whispered in her ear as he licked her lobe. Her temperature just skyrocketed, but she held it back.
"Nor I, you." She responded quietly as she turned to face him. "I guess we don't know each other as well as we thought." She retorted as she breezed past him, out of touching reach. Zack was someone who she would love to cross, but only sexually and only in her wildest dreams did that happen. He always tried to stir her up, and never failed.
"I just got home and saw you wide eyed, probably envisioning his cock pumping his new girlfriend, Georgia, I think her name is. I forget, but she has these tits that are to die for." Zack explained as they headed for the door.
"And I just got here in time to hear some and now, I'm headed home. I needed some guy time, but you guys seem to be having 'a time' already." Trixi said as she headed out the door. "I guess I'll see you around."
"Or I could have guy time with you at your place." With that being said, he turned toward Jay's door, "Jay! I'm heading to Trix's! Come when you're done fucking. Call Beau and let him know too." The moaning stopped as Zack shut the door. Trixi was already down the stairs and half way through the parking lot. Zack bounded down the stairs and jogged toward Trixi while he watched her ass sway as she power walked.
"Trix, what's the deal? Why are you practically running?" Zack questioned.
"It's cold." She responded.
"Fair enough, so how's your boy? I thought you would have gotten enough guy time with him this afternoon." Zack inquired jokingly.
"We broke up." Trixi answered pointedly, as she neared her apartment door. Inserting her key, he lightly grabbed her arm.
"What happened? Are you ok??" His eyebrows furrowed as he asked.
"Yeah, I broke up with him." She said as she wiggled out of his grasp and entered her small apartment.
"Heh. I knew he wasn't pleasing enough." Zack teasingly prodded.
Trixi threw herself on the couch, "more pleasing then you could ever be, Zack." As soon as she said it, Trixi knew she should have left well enough alone. Zack's eyes lit up, it was just what he was waiting for, a challenge. He quickly sat beside her and leaned extremely close. He stared at her lips, licked his, and then leaned in. Trixi half prepared for a kiss, but found him whispering in her ear instead.
"You want me to prove you wrong, Trixi?" he asked. "It could be real fun..." Zack pulled back, pausing near her lips then pulled all the way back.
"Trust me, you couldn't handle me, that's why we broke up." Trixi said.
"Huh?" Zack leaned back in confusion.
"It's just..." she started, taking a deep breath and plowing into her explanation. "He couldn't take me saying the word cock. I mean, he has one, you have one, why can't I talk about one? Cock, cock, penis, dick, cock."
"Please tell me that is not how you came about saying cock." Zack groaned and said, resting his hand against his forehead.
"No! See? In context, I thought it would be a turn on. At least it was a turn on for me; he apparently just freaked and tried to squirm away." Trixi said sadly.
"Try running that by me again?" he asked, clearly confused.
"Ok, here, I'll show you." Trixi countered. She pushed Zack onto his back on the couch, lifting his feet until they were on the couch. She quickly took off his shoes; a girl's got to keep her things nice. She then laid her body on top of his, propping her head up on her elbow. Licking her lips, she started.
"Ok, so we had been like making out for awhile, and he was working his way under my shirt." She placed his hand on her bare stomach. "So, when we came up to breathe, I decided to try something, to show him I was into it." She leaned down until her mouth was almost resting on his ear. She moaned, almost growling.
"Mmmm, I wish I could have your cock in me right now." Trixi said. Zack moaned, pulled her toward her, groping at her bra covered chest.
"God, Trix!" he whispered right before covering her mouth with his. After hesitating for a moment, she kissed him back. What the hell? Why not? She thought, pushing her hand through his hair and slightly grinding against him. "How could he not like the way you say cock?"
"I don't know." She said as she pushed up his shirt. Bending down, she lightly licked his nipple. "How about the word nipple?"
"Mmm, nope, still good. But speaking of nipple..." Zack trailed off as he pulled off her shirt and effortlessly released her tits from her bra. His eyes locked on her semi-hard nipples. Smiling, he thought, 'I'll change that'. He pulled her down until her nipple brushed his lips. His tongue darted out and teased it. Trixi leaned closer, silently begging for more. Zack needed no more invitation, lightly taking her nipple in his mouth, he gently started to suck.
"Harder." Trixi asked. He sucked a little harder, letting his hands roam her body. "Harder!" She begged. Zack arched an eyebrow as he started to devour her breast roughly. A smile came to Trixi's mouth, "yesss...." she hissed, running her hands through his hair. She lowered her mouth to kiss him again. While kissing, Zack slid his hands up to her shoulders and down her arms, stopping at her wrists. He pulled her hands down until she was forced to stop kissing him. A playful gleam in her eye caught his attention. He sat up, pushing her hands toward his feet, causing her to fall back. Trixi repositioned herself on her back with Zack over her, still holding her wrists, now above her head. Without saying anything, he arched an eyebrow questioningly. She winked, kissed the air between them, and so, the game started.
Zack leaned down, bending her wrists behind the arm of the couch, "hold onto the couch." He told Trixi. She wrapped her hands around the underside of the armrest as he slowly let go of her wrists. "Don't move your hands." Trixi squirmed under him, causing her hips to tease his jeans encased penis.
"No, no, Dear Trix. I'm calling the shots." He said as he sat up and grabbed a hold of her hips. He drank in the sight of her perky breast heaving as she started to squirm uncomfortably. "Hmmm, don't start the game if you can't play. I could look at you all day, but I'd rather do this." He stated as he removed his shirt and started on her jeans. Lowering the jeans past her hips, he let out a small groan when he discovered that she was wearing the maroon lacey thong that the boys had bought her as a gag gift for her birthday. A smile crossed her lips when she noticed he remembered the undies, she had wore them for whats-his-name, but whatever.
