Safe With Me, Part 1 Read online

  I turned off the car and followed her inside. Her house was nice. Not fancy, but modest and comfortable - and enormous. There was a large dining room to the left. To the right, a living room big enough to store the house I grew up in. I followed her to the bottom of the stairs where she gave me the nickel tour.

  "Welcome to my home. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. The bathroom is over there." She pointed to a door close to the stairs. "Sorry, I'm not a great hostess. I'm used to people just helping themselves."

  "It's fine. I don't mind helping myself." I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was stocked full of beer.

  "I just had a party last weekend. I don't know why I bought so much beer. There were three kegs." She laughed.

  "Do you have a lot of parties?"

  "Not a whole lot. An average of three a semester, maybe? I'm having another one the Friday night at the end of finals week. You should come. If I'd met you before tonight I would've invited you to the one I had on Saturday."

  Shit, I wish I'd met her sooner.

  As I looked around the house I imagined being naked with her - everywhere. Bending her over this chair, throwing her down on that floor… . Why am I like this tonight? Maybe there's something wrong with me. All I could think about was ravaging her luscious body all over the house like an animal.

  "Oh, before I forget, a bunch of us get together to study almost every day. You can join us if you want. Usually we start out at the student union and then go to somebody's house, mostly mine. I meant to tell you about it before we left the coffee shop."

  "Really? Which people, exactly?" I was a transfer student so I didn't know that many people. I had pretty much been a loner, aside from my roommates and their friends. Besides that, I was a little bit older than most of the other students. It was their senior year so they were probably around 21 or 22. I was about to turn 26. I felt decades older than some of them even though it was only a few years.

  "Let me think - Michael Rollins, Jacinda Clay, Corbie Linder, Dan Lafferty, Lisa Yeager…" she paused to think, "a lot of people kind of float in and out. Roger Lee, Kate Burnette, a few others. Oh, and my good friend Joan Melton. We usually go to the student union right after class every day."

  "Thanks for inviting me. I just got assigned to a project with Corbie, Dan, and another guy. We're meeting tomorrow after class to talk about it,” I said.

  "I think I'm actually gonna be there, too. I got assigned to a group with Lisa, Joan, and Chris Noble. Lisa and Corbie thought it might be good if we got our two groups together to talk about what we're supposed to do, since we don't seem to have a clue."

  We had just been assigned a Management project which wasn't in the syllabus and the class unanimously decided it was unreasonable, given all the other work the course required. But I found myself pretty happy about it when I realized it’d give me more time with Susie. I was also happy I might finally make some new friends.

  It was interesting she called Joan Melton her "good friend." My roommate, Caleb, used to see Joan and she'd been over to our house many times. Small world, considering there were about fifteen thousand students enrolled at the University. Joan was a cool person to hang out with and she was also really cute. She hadn't come over in a couple of months though. I thought it best not to bring up the fact that I knew Joan, at least not right then. I didn't want to change the subject or sound like I was interested in her friend. I also didn’t realize Joan was in any of our classes.

  "Do your parties get pretty wild? The accounting majors seem like a lively group,” I said.

  "Depends on who you ask." She paused, scratching her head. "Okay, yes, they can get pretty wild. Although, last weekend wasn't so bad. But I don’t invite as many people anymore because I despise the clean-up. Most people don't stick around to help. They usually pass out all night and leave the next day too hung over to help me."

  "How many people passed out and stayed the night last weekend?"

  "Only two, which was surprising. Carl Richter and Dan Lafferty."

  I was acquainted with Dan. From the little I knew of him, I had a feeling he had his own reasons for trying to stay over.

  I really wanted to know if she was seeing anyone. "Your boyfriend must be pretty cool with it, to leave you alone in a house with two guys overnight."

  "Oh, I'm pretty sure I don't have a boyfriend." She giggled like there was an inside joke.

  "Don't most people know for sure if they have a boyfriend or not? Did you just break up with someone?"

  "No. There's a guy who thinks he's my boyfriend. Seems like he’s finally given up though - Troy Anders,” she said.

  Troy Anders. I knew the name.

  "Why does he think he's your boyfriend?" I asked.

  "You don't want to know. Trust me."

  "No, I'm curious. I think I know him." I acted like I wanted to know because I knew Troy. I couldn't let on about my twinge of jealousy.

  Susie took a deep breath. "Well, some people don't know the difference between a relationship and a fling. That's all."

  Ahhh. There was obviously more to the story. "I see.”

  "Does that lower your opinion of me?” she asked.

  "No. What you do is your business. But, why didn't you want more than a fling with this guy?"

  "I didn't see the point,” she said.

  I got a beer out of the fridge and walked with her into the living room. We sat on opposite ends of the couch and started talking again. I was thrilled she hadn't gotten tired of talking to me, having spent the last nine hours sitting at a table with me.

  She seemed genuinely interested in me by the questions she asked. I told her more about my family than I had at the coffee shop - how I’d left community college for a few years to help out at home after my dad died. Then I told her about transferring to the University to finish my degree. I imagined throwing her down on the couch repeatedly during the conversation.

  "So how old are you, Tyler?" she asked.

  "Twenty five. Twenty six soon."

  "I just turned 25 myself. I feel like an old woman around here."

  "You definitely don't look old. I would've thought you were 21 if you hadn't said something. Not that it matters."

  "Some of the guys like to make fun of me for it. Especially Dan. I know he thinks he's being playful but it stings. I'd rather be called just about anything than old. It's the one thing about myself I can't change."

  "Twenty five is not old. Those guys are idiots. But I can relate. I feel ancient compared to some of these people." It seemed like a good time to pay her a compliment but I couldn't think of anything that didn’t sound stupid. Something like "you look good for your age" didn't quite fit the moment.

  She looked more and more beautiful to me as the night went on. I loved the way her lips moved when she spoke, and the way she twirled her long, shiny blond hair in her fingers. I wanted so much to see her naked. The longer we chatted, the worse I felt about it. But after what she said about Troy, I wondered if I should feel so bad. She was very open about herself but I didn't want to take advantage. And I sure didn't want to be the next Troy.

  "So, I'm still trying to remember if I know Troy." I was pretty sure I didn't actually know him but I hoped she’d give me more information.

  "He's tall, really muscular, has blond hair. Played soccer last year. I don't think he's playing this year,” she said.

  That's how I knew the name. "So, you didn't like the way he flung you?" I asked, trying to be funny - hoping she would divulge more information.

  She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. "I guess that's supposed to be a joke?" She laughed halfheartedly. "I just didn't want anything serious. It's how I'm made, I suppose. I mean, we all have needs, right?"

  "Yes,” I said.

  "Sometimes I think I'm more like a man than most guys. Aren't men supposed to be the ones who use women then never call them again? I seem to attract these guys who wanna hang around and buy me flowers or something."

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p; I laughed nervously, trying to hide my disappointment. I figured it was her way of telling me not to get my hopes up about being her boyfriend. Not that I’d really thought ‘I wanna be her boyfriend.’ But in the fantasies I'd had all day, she was definitely only with me.

  "I'm sure you think I'm terrible. I sound like a slut. And maybe I am, I don't know." She paused. "But I'm clean. I just had a physical.”

  I busted out laughing. I didn't expect her to say something so random. I wanted to be disturbed by what she told me about her sexuality but it only made me want to get to know her more. Most girls I knew weren't that comfortable with themselves. She was honest and unashamed of her identity. It was a huge turn on. But by that point, I think she could've picked up the phone book and started reading numbers out loud and it would've turned me on.

  I also had a feeling the reason these guys always wanted to hang around was because they got a taste of something they liked and they wanted more. I bet that body of hers is just as much fun as I think it is.

  "What?" She laughed. "I sound ridiculous, don't I?"

  "No. I think you just like to do what makes you feel good. So, you might break a soccer player's heart here or there."

  "Yeah." She frowned. "I was always honest with him. That's probably my downfall. I was too honest and I became a challenge."

  I thought about everything she'd said in the last couple of minutes. She told me she was clean. She was very up front about having physical needs. Is this her way of coming on to me? If I made a move on her, I wondered if I would end up staying until the next morning.

  Unfortunately, I already knew I was capable of feeling something much stronger for her than she might ever feel for me.

  She went on with her theory about Troy. "I used to think men only wanted sex and they had no feelings. I've realized in the past couple of years men actually do have feelings. We all use each other at some point. We all have needs. Women use men, men use women. Some men are sensitive, some aren't. It took me years to learn that."

  I thought about telling Susie I had a physical need for her. It might sound cheesy, but this is my chance, I thought. I couldn't get the words to come out of my mouth. A part of me hesitated, but another part of me thought I should live in the moment and try to seduce her. I considered it as I looked at her pretty face.

  She met my gaze and smiled.

  "What are you thinkin' about, Tyler?" Her voice stroked my ears like velvet. I could hear her Southern accent when she said my name… Tah-ler…

  I felt shy, which was surprising, considering how aggressive my thoughts were. The only two casual sexual encounters of my past happened when I was drunk with liquid courage. Sitting on a couch, sober, wanting to make a move on a gorgeous woman I'd just met was new for me. I wanted her. I wanted to take her right there on the couch. I wanted to rip her clothes off and run my hands all over her and finally know what she felt like instead of just imagining it. I'd never experienced such a voluptuous woman. She looked like the subject of a Rubenesque painting. When I studied art history several years earlier I didn't give those women much thought. They looked beautiful in an artistic way but I hadn't thought about finding a real one of my own.

  A big part of me just wanted to bend her over and pound her. Damn, I got hard just sitting there looking at her. Her flawless skin, her lips, those tits…

  Suddenly, she scooted toward me on the couch. My heart pounded wildly.

  She took my right hand and gently placed it on her left breast. I was in shock at her boldness. We were just having a conversation and suddenly she was beside me, holding my hand against a part of her that had already become very dear to me.

  "I couldn't help noticing today you like to touch these,” she said.

  I exhaled. "I thought I was being clever."

  "Oh, you were. Much smoother than most guys.” She nodded.

  I held her beautiful breast in my hand through her shirt for a few seconds. Then I pulled her top down to see more. I knew I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by. I used both hands to scoop both of her breasts out of her bra. They were rounder and fuller than I expected. She sat with her back against the sofa cushion. I wish I could've taken a picture of her sitting there, her enormous breasts in plain sight as she casually relaxed. They were as beautifully milky white as I'd hoped. My hands cupped and fondled them. I bent my head down to take one in my mouth. She moaned as soon as my tongue touched her nipple.

  She looked like a picture from a trashy porno magazine.

  I licked and sucked her breast slowly, savoring every inch of her flesh. I had never seen such big ones in person, let alone had them in my mouth. I lightly bit one of her nipples while I squeezed her other breast. She moaned and grabbed the back of my head, running her fingers through my long hair.

  "You're sexy as hell, Tyler."

  It was on. I was already miles past the point of no return. "So are you, Susie."

  She played with my hair and held it back for me as I immersed myself in her breasts. I couldn't get enough of them. I was like a kid with a new toy. A gorgeous new erotic toy. Two toys, I guess.

  “Please let me take this off,” I said, holding the bottom of her shirt. As soon as she smiled at me I pulled it up over her head. Then she unfastened her bra and stretched forward to take it off. I took it out of her hand and threw it to the floor, then I pushed her against the back of the couch, my mouth heading straight for her tits again.

  My fingers played with her left nipple as I took as much of her right breast into my mouth as I could. It was way more than a mouthful. I told myself to be gentler but it wasn't possible. I sucked her breast uncontrollably, biting it a little harder than before. The high-pitched sounds coming from her throat told me I had permission. I let myself go crazy, doing exactly what my animalistic urges had wanted to do to those tits ever since I watched her fight with her backpack.

  I knew I wanted to ram my dick inside her soon but I had to kiss her before things went any further. I had been dying to feel those pretty lips of hers for hours. I stopped sucking her tits and moved my head up to kiss her, my hand still fondling her breasts.

  I sucked on her bottom lip, and we were suddenly in the midst of a heavy make out session. Her kisses were insanely sexual. Her tongue did things to my mouth that I could only hope it might do to the rest of me.

  As our mouths had their way with each other, I moved my hand down to her waist to try to unzip her jeans. She pushed my hand away as her mouth broke away from mine.

  "You first, please?" Her voice was unusually high-pitched. She bit her lip.

  Not wanting to disappoint her, and also needing to alleviate the pain caused by my erection against my zipper, I stood up and immediately unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. Then I took my shirt off.

  "Mmmmm,” she growled, looking at my body up and down like she wanted to attack me as much as I wanted to attack her.

  I smiled… . then froze. I stood there in my underwear, unsure of what to do next. I wasn't this guy. I wasn't wild, late night hook-up guy. It hit me as I unzipped my pants moments before.

  Susie stared up at me, then cocked her head to the side. "Okay… you're gonna have to take this off too," she said, tugging at my boxer shorts. "On second thought… ." her voice trailed off as her fingers slid inside the waistband and pulled them down.

  "It's so beautiful!" Her words sounded like a cry of joy. I immediately felt her warm tongue on the head of my cock. She traced it with her tongue, going around in circles. Then she licked me slowly underneath, starting at the base and moving all the way up the shaft. It turned me on that she was so eager and so appreciative of my cock. I'd never felt a tongue move like hers before. I was afraid I might get off too soon.

  I don't know if she sensed I was about to explode or what, but she released me from her mouth and stood up. She picked up a blanket that was folded in a chair and spread it across the couch. It was fun to watch her do it topless. I quickly wondered if I could talk her into doing ot
her things topless. I imagined her ironing clothes - topless. Cooking - topless. Reading a book - topless.

  "Sit down and relax," she said as she left the room.

  I sat on the couch as requested. "Where are you going?" I asked.

  "I'll be right back."

  She returned in seconds with a bottle of lubricant. Damn, why does she need a bottle that big? And why was it so close by?