P-Nut

I sat at the edge of the couch with my legs crossed and a bottle of beer dangling from my fingertips.

The sound of her muffled voice came from behind the bedroom door. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready,” I shouted.

“Are you sure?”

“Damn it, Joey. My bones are getting brittle.”

The door opened. A flat-bottomed shoe extended beyond the door, and then a leg followed.

“I like what I see so far.”

Dressed in a blue sleeveless shirt and black yoga pants, she emerged into the hallway. The shirt accentuated her breasts, and stopped just shy of the waist of her pants. Her normally straight hair was curled into a big wad of fun.

She looked breathtaking. I stood up and swallowed heavily. “Jesus Fuck.”

“What? Bad?”

“Bad? There’s not a damned thing you’ll ever wear that’ll look bad. But some things will sure look better than others. That outfit’s one of ‘em.”

She spun in a circle. “Do you like it?”

She was the type of woman that could walk into any room and gather the attention of everyone within eyeshot, regardless of what she was wearing. Sometimes, however, she looked far better than others.

This was one of those times.

“I fucking love it. You look adorable.”

“Thank you. What do you think about the clothes? Do you think they make me look good?”

“The clothes don’t make you look good, you make the clothes look good.”

She giggled. “Thank you. But do you like the outfit?”

“I love the outfit. You ought to model that shirt for whoever makes it. Looks like it was made for you. And that little ass of yours is killin’ it in those yoga pants.”

“They’re not yoga pants, they’re leggings.”

“Whatever they are, they were made for that cute little butt of yours.”

She looked embarrassed. “Thank you.”

I raised my bottle of beer. “Thank you.”

“Okay, I’ll be back.”

She disappeared into the room. After a few moments, she opened the door. “Ready?”

“Stop asking. Just surprise me.”

Out she came in a pair of painted-on jeans, a short-sleeved fitted tee shirt, and a pair of heels.

“Jesus jumped up Christ.”

Her eyes shot wide. “What?”

“Take that shit off.”

“You don’t like it?”

“Actually, I love it. But if you keep it on, you’re gonna get it.”

“Get what?”

“The dick.”

She cocked her hip. “You’re going to give it to me if I don’t take them off?”

“That’s right.”

“Fine.” She took a step toward me. “I guess you like it?”

“I mean it.”

“Do I look scared, mister?”

“Joey…”

She took a few more steps toward me.

“Joey…”

Her curly hair bounced with each perfectly placed step. She looked like a model. The living room was her own personal runway, and I was her audience. Although in the seven years that I’d known her I’d never seen her wear heels, she sure knew how to navigate in them.

She paused at the far end of the couch, pressed the web of her hand against her waist, and arched her back slightly. “You’re going to give it to me, huh?”

Her hourglass figure was far more pronounced in tight jeans and tight tee shirt than it was in baggy pants and a hoodie. She could wear a garbage sack and be stunning, but in the clothes she wore, she looked gorgeous.

I set my beer on the end table. “God damned right.”

She nodded toward the bottle. “I thought you weren’t going to drink beer on the new couch?”

“I forgot.”

“You said, this cost too damned much money to stain it.”

My cock was begging to be freed of its restraint, and I wasn’t planning on keeping it waiting any longer. I reached for my belt. “I’ll finish the beer in the kitchen. First things first. Get your ass over here.”

Watching her parade around in various outfits for half an hour had me so sexually frustrated that I felt like I was going to explode. I pushed my pants to mid-thigh, got my cock in my hand, and pointed toward the couch.

“Get over here and bend over.”

Her eyes went wide. “You’re going to give it to me from behind?”

It came to me we’d never done it doggy style, and realized I should take it slow. I maintained my stern voice nonetheless. “I’ll give it to you however I want. Now, get your ass over here and bend over. I’m done fucking around.”

She motioned toward my cock-filled hand. “We’re doing the pants around the thigh thing, are we?”

“God damned right.”

“Okay.” She walked the length of the couch, and then unfastened her jeans. After she pushed them to her thighs, she bent over the couch and peered over her shoulder. “I’m ready.”

“No panties?”

“Why bother?”

I stroked my cock and gave a nod. “Good attitude.”

She pressed her boobs against the couch cushion and hiked her ass high in the air. Her inner thighs were touching and her pussy was all but cinched closed. With her jeans around her thighs, spreading her legs was impossible.

My level of sexual frustration was at an all-time high, leaving last minute changes out of the question.

I placed my hand against the small of her back. After guiding my cock between her legs, I slowly pushed myself into her wet pussy. A few cautious short strokes later, and I slid myself into her fully.

“Holy crap,” she gasped. “I like this.”

“Finally getting that little pussy of yours broken in.” I gave her full strokes as I responded, each one of them as slow as I could go. Not jackhammer fucking her wasn’t as easy as one might think. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Truth be known, her pussy was incredible. Not because she was young, or that it was tight from lack of experience.

It was because it was hers.

“It feels incredible.”

“Because I really like your hair, and because I think those jeans are in-fucking-credible, I’m going to give it to you slow.”

“Will you come in my mouth?”

Jesus fucking…

Christ.

“I might.”

“Please?”

I felt like I was living in a fairy tale. “We’ll see.”

Watching myself fuck her wasn’t in the best interest of guaranteeing sexual longevity, but I gazed down her perfectly shaped ass nonetheless. I watched my cock disappear into her folds over and over, her pussy clenching me like a warm wet vise each time I pushed myself into her.

A few strokes later, and the combination of my previous sexual frustration, her magical pussy, and my ridiculous decision to watch caught up with me.

I was ten minutes into sex, and I was on the verge of a monstrous orgasm.

“Are you going to come?” she asked. “I want it in my mouth.”

I couldn’t make it one more stroke. I pulled out and squeezed my cock in my fist, hoping I could buy another few seconds of time.

Before she could turn around, I exploded.

Cum splattered all over her back of her new shirt, into her perfect hair, and onto the back cushion of the new couch.

She glanced over her shoulder. “Did you just come all over me, and the couch?”

I widened my eyes, twisted my mouth to the side, and shrugged. “Sure looks like it.”

“That means you were super excited, right?”

I raised both eyebrows and let out a laugh. “Something like that.”

“That’s awesome,” she said.

I should have felt embarrassed, but oddly, I didn’t. I looked at the cum-soaked couch, and then at Joey. She provided me a degree of comfort I’d never really known. The change was comforting for many reasons, primarily because I could see myself actually making it a lifetime with her without any effort at all.

“You’re right. It is awesome.”