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John found the Thursday morning alarm no less annoying for being closer to the weekend than any of those from earlier in the week. Two days left, he sighed audibly as he rose from bed.
As tempted as John had been to allow Liam to sleep over for a second night, he decided that he would be straining credibility past its limit to call in sick a second time when the closest thing he had to anything like a symptom was severely emptied balls. He’d managed to convince himself to drive the kid home on Wednesday night, take one final shower, and collapse into the deepest sleep he’d experienced in years without even bothering with dinner. He felt he had discovered the secret to a good night’s sleep. Unfortunately, “pumping a cute twink’s asshole full of cum three times and then nutting in his mouth once for good measure” is unlikely to be available over the counter any time soon.
He began his morning routine: coffeemaker, piss, breakfast while fucking with his phone, shower and so on. He took the lack of texts from Liam to be indicative of nothing more than the effects of taking three loads in the ass being similar to those of shooting those loads. The lack of texts from Riley was more concerning, but it was probably nothing. After all, they’d already set a date for Saturday, so there was no harm in not texting back and forth constantly. She had been pretty insistent on not wanting a relationship and any of the attendant “drama,” anyway, so maybe this was her way of cooling off when it was getting too hot.
The lack of texts should have had the advantage of allowing John to focus on his work, but he found that it in fact had the opposite effect. It did not help that he had so little to do. He was beginning to suspect that whatever manager had seen fit to hire a consultant had become distracted by some other opportunity to harass whatever underlings he had and so had forgotten all about it. This did allow John lots of time to mess with his phone when nobody was around to look askance at him for doing so.
But the lack of texts also left him with very little to do besides browse the dating app. He had received no new messages from anyone but bots, which did not surprise him, and so his time was largely spent looking at pictures of cute girls, writing something that he knew had very little likelihood of even being read, and considering for a while what he should change his profile to. Not sure why it matters, anyway, he had to admit to himself. Casually dating two people at once really ought to be enough. Maybe it’s just having the app, the idea that there could be some other person out there that’s just a swipe away.
He tried to focus on work but this was essentially a fruitless task considering there was essentially no work to be done. By the time lunch rolled around he was back to fucking with his phone but with no particular goal in mind. He checked the app again, which of course yielded nothing. On a lark, he decided to look for anyone he knew. This was a bit of a challenge considering
despite having lived in the city for over a year, he really didn’t know anyone
for what he assumed were safety reasons, searches could only be run on criteria other than names
he was an idiot with dumb fingers that was in a perpetual battle with touchscreens
He did manage to find Liam by restricting the search results by orientation, age and desired relationship. Of course this accomplished very little but he was proud of having managed it.
He spent a little while trying to find Riley, but try as he might, he could not figure out where she was hiding. Odd, he thought, but it did lead him to realize that he could not recall what, if anything, she had listed on any of the optional fields the app provided like hobbies. This no doubt would have narrowed the search a bit.
A similarly fruitless search for Carrie’s friend Linda brought up a bunch of mostly white girls who all seemed nice enough in their pictures, but he was unsurprised that he was unable to find her, given that he barely knew her, so wouldn’t have known anything like hobbies. He also had only guessed she had an actual public account at all based on an offhand remark from Carrie.
Bored with his phone, he put it down and spent the remainder of his lunch break watching the other customers in the cafe and imagining lives for them, an aspiring musical artist working on his latest track on a laptop in the corner, a young mother struggling to get some much needed caffeine while her three year old made a mess of a scone at the next table, a business traveler just grabbing a bite before heading to the airport and from there, who knows? Some exotic boardroom, no doubt.
He suddenly didn’t want to be there any longer and headed back to the office, though this was hardly an improvement. He pulled out his phone one more time and sent a text to Riley:
work sucks
To his surprise, she sent back a reply:
preaching to the choir
Somehow he iskilip escort found he had nothing clever to say, and he put his phone away.
…
By the time he got home he wasn’t sure how many documents he had created and edited and re-edited and attached to emails sent to people who would no doubt look at them very seriously for all of two minutes, send him a rote thank you for his work, and go about their day producing more reports to be skimmed by people above them, and so on and so forth until eventually some manager somewhere neglected to forward an email to the proper manager and the chain of pointless emails and attachments died a silent and pointless death.
The paradox of the modern age, John thought as he sat himself down on the couch. We spend all day doing pointless makework, staring at screens, dreaming of the end of the work day, and when it finally comes, what do we do? Come home and do nothing, probably stare at more screens. At least that was all he did some days, he had to concede. With Carrie, somehow that had never seemed to bother him. In the months without her, it had become ever more noticeable somehow. Is a terrible b-movie any less funny when you watch it alone? Maybe, he decided.
…
John pulled his car up to the curb in front of Riley’s apartment building. There were a few other cars parked along the street, but ample space for him to stop and let the car run as he took one last preparatory deep breath to settle the jitters in his stomach. How strange it feels, he thought, like I’m back at a middle school dance and about to dance with my crush. Strange because it’s the second date and the first one did not exactly end in an ambiguous way. One would imagine that having spent the night filling each others’ assholes with cum would suffice to suppress any further nervousness, but no. Maybe it’s just something about her.
In any case, he couldn’t sit there all night pondering the source of this nervous energy. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick “here” to Riley, then stepped out of the car to wait for her on the small patch of grass between street and building.
Almost as soon as he had set foot on the lawn, Riley appeared in the doorway, looked out through the glass furtively, and, upon spotting John, hurried over to him.
“Hey,” he said as she approached.
“Hey, she replied. “Ready to go?” She barely stopped to greet him before proceeding to his car and opening the passenger-side door.
I guess I’m not the only anxious one, thought John. He shrugged it off and went to close the door for her, but she had already pulled it shut by the time he got there, so he just walked around the car and sat in the driver’s seat.
“You must be pretty excited for this movie,” John said, “I should warn you, I looked up a trailer for it and I can pretty much guarantee it’s going to be shit.”
She met his gaze and visibly relaxed. “Oh, uh, yeah. Like I said, I don’t really care. I plan on being more occupied with other things during the movie.”
John just smiled and nodded.
“I mean jerking you off,” Riley added unnecessarily.
“Yeah, yeah, I kind of guessed so,” he said. “I think your earlier text said sucking me off, but I’ll settle for a handy, I guess.”
She laughed a short little laugh. “So, like are we going to go? Don’t want to miss the previews, right?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” John replied. He put the car into gear and they set off.
When they had driven a few blocks Riley placed her hand on John’s thigh. “Hey,” she said, a smile creeping across her face. She had practically bounded into the car so John had not gotten a chance to really look at her. Now that he did, he had to remind himself to keep his eyes on the road. She was wearing the type of little black dress that had made that phrase meaningful. It barely covered any of her thighs and he found himself wondering how she managed to hide the sizable cock he knew she had in there. She pushed her shoulder-length brown hair back, displaying her long white neck, as well as a small earring with some kind of gemstone in it. The dress was cut low enough to show some cleavage, which was accentuated by a thin, tasteful necklace. He felt like kind of an idiot in t-shirt and jeans.
“You look…wow,” he said. “If I’d have known you were going to wear that I would have gone with something nicer.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said. “You look fine, by the way. I like my men casual.”
“No, no,” he said, “don’t apologize. You look, really, just like, amazing.”
“Good,” she said. “That’s what I was going for. I haven’t been on a second date in a long time, so I may have overshot it.”
“It’s more than alright,” he replied. “I probably undershot it. People are just going to see us and think ‘what is that schlub doing with that model?'”
“You think people will notice me?” Riley said.
What a weird response, John thought. “I think you will be hard not to notice looking like that. You’re going to turn some heads. I’m picturing istanbul escort a whole line of guys with their jaws on the floor, eyes popping out of their heads, etc.”
“Oh, maybe I should have gone with something else,” she said. She was clinching her little black handbag tightly on her lap now, John noticed. “I guess it’s dark in the theater, anyway,” she continued. “Nobody’s really going to see.” After a brief pause she added “See me jerking you off, I mean. Don’t want anyone else seeing that cock, right?”
“Uh, yeah,” John replied. “Are you nervous? You seem kind of nervous. Don’t worry, I’m not going to, like, turn down a handjob. Or force you to do it if you’re having second thoughts. We can just hang out.” He paused for a second and added “I mean, I’m excited to hang out with you again, too.”
“Oh, uh, yeah, that’s all. Sorry, just nervous, I guess. I kind of really enjoyed our first date and I guess I am worried that I’m going to fuck it up or something.”
Is this the same girl? John thought. Their first date had gone so smoothly; she had been so confident, so easygoing and down to fuck like it was nothing. Now she looked like a deer in the headlights. John stopped the car in the movie theater parking lot. “Well, we’re here.”
Riley took a look around. He had no idea what could be of interest in a movie theater parking light at dusk, but whatever it was, she evidently forgot it quickly and got out of the car, joining him. As they strode to the theater, John reached his hand over and found hers. Her smooth, soft skin was warm against his. She looked him in the eyes and smiled. “What are we seeing?” she asked?
“Um, let me see…ah, it’s one of those fucking Eddie Cain movies. You know, the ones with the dumbass detective who always finds out his client is a Frankenstein or something.” he answered. “It looks like utter dog shit, terrible CG out the ass.”
“Oh goodie,” she smiled. “Can’t wait to ignore it.”
They made their way inside and John performed some actions which his phone assured him would verify he had correctly purchased tickets and they would not be ejected for trying to sneak into a movie. Whatever thing scanned whatever other thing correctly and they began searching for the correct theater in the multiplex. Riley pulled in close to him.
“Did you want some popcorn or anything?” he asked.
“Um,” she seemed overly distracted for simply looking for theater 6. “Um, no, I mean, unless you want imitation butter lube. Let’s go get our seats, the theater’s over there.”
“Really anxious to ‘watch’ the movie, huh?” he teased.
“Uh, yeah, yeah ‘watch’ the movie,” she said. He could not figure out why she seemed to be bouncing back and forth between the relaxed, if perpetually horny, Riley of their first date and this strangely distracted girl who took a two second pause to respond to anything.
They found their seats, in the very last row, as Riley had requested and waited for the lights to dim. There were only a handful of other moviegoers for this cinematic turd, and they were all seated rows and rows away. Riley put her hand on his and smiled.
“After the movie, do you want to maybe…” John began.
“Yes,” Riley cut him off. “Definitely.”
Another couple entered the theater and proceeded down the aisle, seemingly oblivious to John and Riley’s presence. Looks like this spot is going to work out just fine. He could already feel that nervous energy that preceded a sexual encounter, not quite an erection, but just the vague physical warning klaxons alerting him “you’re going to get your dick wet tonight.”
Riley must have been experiencing something similar, it seemed to John, since her hand had gone from resting casually on his to squeezing it slightly too hard for comfort. “I have to pee,” she said. “Sorry, I’ll be right back.” She squeezed by in front of him and hurried out of the theater.
He lamented that he would probably have to wait longer now to watch her piss, considered whether it was a good second date thing, even with a girl like Riley, to ask to watch her piss, and then put it out of his mind. A few minutes passed with no signs of Riley, and then the lights darkened. It wasn’t until the second preview had begun that she quietly snuck back in. Instead of squeezing by him again, she merely took the vacant seat on the other side.
“Hey,” she whispered.
“Hey,” he whispered back. “You didn’t miss much.”
“Yeah,” she said. She leaned over too him and placed her hand on his crotch. “Actually, um, do you mind if we skip the movie?”
He shrugged; a movie had been her idea in the first place, and he was not really concerned with whether or not Eddie Cain managed to uncover whatever poorly rendered supernatural horror was behind the crimes. “Uh, sure, I guess. Do you feel ok?”
“I just, uh,” Riley said, “I just would rather we have a more private viewing.”
“Oh, I see,” he said. Another preview started. “At your place?”
Riley hesitated. “How about otele gelen escort your place?” she asked. “I promise it’ll be more fun.”
“Ah,” said John. “In that case…”
He was about to agree when she whispered slightly too loudly into his ear “I mean I want your cock in my ass.”
“Ah, thanks for clearing that up,” John said. “In that case, let’s take off.”
I guess that counts as a date, John mused as they hurried back to the car. He nearly hit some idiot walking in the middle of the road at night, but to be fair to that idiot, he was driving at what might be termed “dangerous speeds” to get them back to his place.
“So you live over in this part of town,” Riley remarked as they drove, watching the neighborhood fly by.
“No, I’m just kidnapping you to take you to my sex dungeon,” John joked.
“Ooh, a man with his own dungeon,” Riley teased. “We have ourselves a keeper, ladies.”
“A dungeon keeper, even,” John replied. She had once again shifted into relaxed, horny mode, it seemed.
“We’re here,” he announced, pulling into the driveway.
“Very nice,” she said. “a charming little, what, two bedroom?”
“One bedroom, one dungeon,” he teased, locking the door behind them. “So did you want to put on a movie here? What are you in the mood for?”
“Getting my asshole fucked,” Riley responded without hesitating.
He kissed her hard on the lips, pulling her against him. “Then get on that couch and get out of that fucking dress.”
She complied, pulling the little dress over her head, revealing no bra and a pair of tiny black panties, noticeably bulged in the front, then practically bolted to the couch and flopped over the back of it, landing on the cushions with an “oof.”
“Ready,” she called, sitting up. “Now bring that big fucking cock over here.”
He threw off his shirt with considerably less aplomb, and had his jeans undone by the time he had walked around to the front side of the couch to find Riley lying back, looking sex as ever. Her panties were doing nothing to hide her erection, which had popped out over the top.
She reached over and yanked his pants down, freeing his hardening cock. “There we go,” she said, before sitting up wrapping her lips around it. She took no time to begin sucking him off in earnest, propping herself up on her left elbow and using her free right hand to fondle his balls.
As he awkwardly stepped out of the jeans and boxers, it occurred to John that he should probably have closed the curtains before starting this, but it was dark, the only light in the room provided by the lamp in the entryway he’d turned on when they entered, and, besides, the neighborhood was a quiet one with he and Riley likely the only ones up, and he couldn’t bring himself to pull out of Riley’s mouth. She was sucking him as if trying to pull his soul out, moving her head up and down his shaft, her lips clamped onto him, which gave an extra jolt of pleasure every time they passed over the ridge of his cock head. It was almost mesmerizing to watch the head pop in and out of her hungry mouth. She locked eyes with him and never stopped.
Finally she stopped moving, released her lips’ death grip on his cock slightly, and let her tongue play along first the underside, then the sides and all over his cock. As she licked, his cock moved this way and that with her motions. It was adorable to watch her lick and slobber all over his cock as it moved because she refused to use her hand to stabilize it, forcing her to chase his cock.
He took hold of it, now covered in ample amounts of her spit, and slapped it against her face. She smiled and licked futilely at it as he slapped her face against her cheeks and nose. “You look good with cock on your face,” he said.
“Like a good little slut?” she asked, not waiting for a response before sucking the head back into her mouth.
“Oh, yeah, ” John’s response was breathy, “like a good little cock sucking slut.” He reached over and found her cock with his left hand, casually stroking the head with his thumb, then reaching into her panties to get a better grip. It was warm and solid, not quite as big as his but certainly a decent size. He knew from experience how good it tasted, how good it felt stretching his asshole, and he wanted it bad, but Riley’s ministrations were too good to stop for now, so he settled for toying with it. She was already leaking pre-cum, which he smeared all over her as he played.
Without missing a beat, Riley slid her panties down and kicked them off. She didn’t take her mouth off him the whole time, completely focused as she was on making every inch of him tingle with her tongue. He fondled her now free balls for a minute, enjoying the smooth hairlessness of her sack, then reached a bit further and found her asshole with his finger. He toyed with it for a second, then withdrew his hand and brought it back to his cock. Riley stopped sucking at the presence of his hand.
“Spit,” he said, and she did, producing a large glob of saliva, which puddled in the palm of his hand. She followed this by forcing out even more saliva and spreading it on his fingers with her tongue. When he was satisfied, he smeared the puddle of spit onto his fingers by clenching his fist once. This signaled Riley to go back to sucking, which she did happily.
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