Me and Derek have never been an exclusive couple, though we had been involved nearly five years. We could go stretches without even speaking—sometimes months at a time, and there were stretches where I pretty much lived at his apartment. We got along for the most part, and the sex was almost always good. But neither of us really wanted to be tied down; Derek was also hungry for young blonde women, and I've always thought that relationships take too much work than they were really worth. Derek and I had spent more than five years together, not letting commitment come between us. I honestly believe we would wind up hating each other if we were to give it a go. It just was not our thing. We've just been wise enough to realize this. We both realized that in each other we had nice pets to keep around.
Last Monday after work, I received a text message from Derek. The message was a single word:
Hey
. But I knew there was more behind that laconic greeting. Though I had not heard from Derek in nearly three months—our longest span without talking—I was pretty sure that he had wanted to play. I heard word that he had been involved with an eighteen-year old waitress, which explained his long absence. I had been busy with a lot of projects at work the last couple months (averaging ten hour days, and six per week), and had virtually no time to dedicate to my sex life. I had not had dick in more than a month. Seeing that message awoke something in me—something that wanted to play, too.
I shot Derek an equally laconic reply:
Yes?
Derek's reply came nearly instantaneous:
Hey, I know it's been a while, but would you like to come down sometime this afternoon?
I decided to play coy.
Why? What do you have in mind?
Again, Derek's reply came quickly.
You know exactly what I had in mind.
I smiled, and decided to jump in the shower. I had already made up my mind, but I wanted Derek to wait for my answer. On my way to the restroom, I texted:
What's in it for me?
I placed my phone on the sink, and started to undress. I was pretty sure that his text would come within the next couple seconds. I turned the water on high, and waited until I saw steam rise before stepping into the tub. The second my foot touched the bottom of the tub, I heard my phone vibrate. I was still dry, so I stepped back out of the tub. The message again was from Derek. I opened it up, and it was a picture message of Derek's raging hardon. The tip was closest to the camera—the same view that I would have kneeling down to suck his dick. I sent him the smiling emoji with hearts over the eyes. I thought about sending him a close up picture of my open mouth, but that is not my style. Usually, I play subtle and vague.
Before stepping back in the shower, I texted:
Be there in an hour.
I had not shaved my body in a month, and I spent the next fifteen minutes shaving. I like going in smooth. I scrubbed myself clean, and laid down in the tub until the hot water ran out. When I got out of the tub, I felt especially cold that my entire body was hairless. I grabbed the towel draped over the edge, and wrapped it around my body. I shivered, and stepped out of the tub. Knowing that it was going to be much colder outside the restroom, I regretted not taking a change of clothes in with me. I opened the restroom door, and felt the cold air creep around my ankles. I jogged into my bedroom, and started going through my drawers for something to wear. That I would likely be nude within minutes of entering Derek's apartment, I did not struggle with my clothing decision. I decided in going with my tight denim shorts, and white tee shirt. The shirt was a double X, and fit me loosely as though I was wearing a short dress. Beneath my shorts, I wore my pink silk panties I often wear when I know I'm getting fucked. While I'm no authority on the matter, men often comment on how nice my ass looks in these panties. Derek had bought them for me more than a year ago, and we hardly fuck without these panties. Derek says that they look even sexier slid down to my knees or ankles.
I texted Derek that I was on my way once I had my shoes on. Before leaving my apartment, I squirted a few puffs of vanilla-almond body spay on my chest and ass. With that, I nearly jogged to my car. I wanted to use that cock.
Derek's apartment was usually fifteen minutes away, but I made the drive in less than ten. I got favorable lights, and weaved my way speeding through traffic. I could literally feel the distance closing between Derek's cock and my ass.
Derek lived on the third floor, and though it was late in the evening, it was still more than a hundred out. I climbed the stairs with determination, stopping at the top landing for a few seconds while I caught my breath. I knew that I was going to need it in there.
I knocked on Derek's door, and listened for footsteps. I could hear the faint sound of Derek's television, and nothing more. The muffled sounds of gunfire and explosions came through the door. I could tell that Derek was playing video games, and I rolled my eyes. Derek lost a lot of time to video games, and last thing I wanted was to sit around and wait long minutes while he finished a level. One time, I started sucking his dick while he played; he came in my mouth without missing a beat. I lifted my hand to knock on the door a second time, and I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I read the message from Derek.
It read:
Door's open. Come on in.
I sighed. Derek could not even get up to answer the door. Had I not been so horny, I would have taken off then and there. I turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open. I was about to take my first step into the apartment, but stopped before my foot touched the ground.
Derek sat on one side of the couch—video game controller in hand—and a man I had never laid eyes on was sitting on the other side. The man, too, had a controller in his hand. The man looked to be in his mid-twenties, and was in better shape than Derek. While not muscular, I could tell that he man took care of himself. He was clean shaven, and had short brown hair. I was not exactly disappointed in seeing the man, though I knew that me and Derek would not fuck until the man went home.
Derek motioned for me to come in. "Come on in. You can sit between us."
I knew I did not have much of a choice, there was no other seat in Derek's living room. It was either sit on the couch or on the floor—or at the table near the kitchen. But I did not come over to hang out in another room while Derek played video games. I walked over to the couch, and carefully sat down between them. I sat there, quietly—awkwardly watching them play their game with my hands on my knees. On the game, they were storming a beach—I could only guess was supposed to be Normandy. And while I could not tell for certain, I thought that Derek and the mystery man—I had still not been introduced—were good at the game. They killed quickly with precision, and adroitly dodged danger. I sat there for a minute before anyone spoke, and was surprised to hear words from Derek. He seemed too engrossed in his war to afford words.
"You smell good," he said. "What is that, cherry?"
"Thanks," I replied, feeling somewhat victorious that I had at least partially broke through the hold the game had on Derek. "It's actually vanilla almond."
"What about you, Chris?" Derek asked. "What do you think?"
At least I now had a name, I thought.
Chris dove for cover behind a small dune on the beach, and shrugged in the real world. "It's nice, I guess."
"Vagueness, huh?" I said sardonically. "I like that in a man."
Neither Derek nor Chris responded to me. There was a large explosion somewhere off screen that commanded their attention. No one spoke for another minute. I thought that this afternoon was going nowhere.
