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Devan
I’m sitting at my dining table Friday evening working on photo edits on my laptop when my phone rings. Checking the screen, I can’t help but smile when I see Julie’s name show on caller id. “Hello, angel. How was your day at work?”
“It was really great, actually.” I smile at hearing the cheeriness in her voice. “I got a lot of work done before I left the office today so I shouldn’t have much to do this weekend. That should work great since I’m going to see my mom tomorrow.”
“That’s great. You deserve to have a peaceful weekend.”
“I’d really like for you to come with me, Devan.” She says. “I’m going tomorrow afternoon to her house. She wants me to have dinner with her. I told her about you.”
“You did?” I ask, surprised that I was brought up to her mother. “What did you say?”
“Well, you remember I told you how awkward our meeting was the other day?”
“Yeah, you mentioned that she brought someone with her that you went to high school with.”
“Yeah, well she’s been trying for ages to set me and him up together and it just isn’t going to happen. I’ve never been interested in him in that way. So, I told her that I was seeing someone in hopes that she would lay off.”
I can’t help it; my chest swells up a little at that like a neanderthal. “You’re seeing someone?” I chuckle lightly. “So, does that make us a couple now? Like an actual couple?”
She sucks in a breath but doesn’t immediately reply to my question. I find myself holding my breath while I wait to see what she says. I had not really seen myself as the relationship type until now but, man, would I like the idea of that with her. “Well, yeah. I guess we are.” I release the breath I was holding in my lungs and smile so big my cheeks start to hurt.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Yeah me too. So, will you come with me?”
She wants me to meet her mother. I think back and try to recall actually meeting anyone’s mother before. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to the point in a relationship to meet anyone’s parents that I didn’t already know in some fashion before. Are we ready for that? I can do this. I know that Julie is it for me, I’ve never felt a connection with anyone like I do with her so it seems logical that the next step would be to meet her mother. “Yeah, angel. I’ll go with you. What time should I pick you up?”
“Do you want to pick me up, or do you want to leave together from my place? I mean, you made me such a fabulous dinner last Friday, I figured maybe I could return the favor. Tonight?”
“Why, angel, are you asking me to spend the night?” I ask, mischievously.
“Yeah, I am. Why don’t you come over tonight around seven? I’ll cook for you this time and we’ll see where it goes from there.”
“Okay, angel. I’ll see you tonight then.” She hangs up and I stare at my phone for a few minutes before getting back to work editing photos. I look at my watch and see that it is only 5:30 now so I figure I can get a little work done before I start to get ready to leave.
I shut down the laptop at six and head to the bedroom to pack a bag for tomorrow. Then I jump in the shower so I can get ready to go see my angel.
I arrive at Julie’s apartment just before seven and notice that her elevator still has not been fixed. Taking the stairs to the second floor, I make a mental note to contact the building maintenance and see when they plan to have it repaired. I hate the idea of her having to take the stairs after a long day of work.
I hear the music playing inside Julie’s apartment as I approach her door and I smile. She is jamming out tonight to Shinedown and I can hear her belting out the vocals, probably while she is preparing dinner. I can just imagine her dancing around her little kitchen and can’t help but smile while I shake my head. I wait for a pause in the song, then knock loud enough for her to hear. It doesn’t take her long to answer the door.
“Devan, you’re just in time. I just took dinner off the stove. Come in.” She opens the door wide and stands aside, ushering me into her apartment. She looks adorable with her bare feet and her green yoga pants and white t-shirt. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, a few strands hanging loose around her face.
I set my bag on the couch while she closes and locks the door. Then I pull her into my arms and greet her with a kiss, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. She smells wonderful, like vanilla and lilac. I pull back and look into her eyes while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Hello, angel. I’ve missed you.”
“Hey, yourself.” She says breathily. “I’ve missed you too.”
I pull away from her and look toward the small kitchen area. Her apartment is not very big, so it is more like an open living room, dining room, and kitchen all in one room. “It smells great in here. What are you cooking?”
“Oh, nothing special. I pan seared salmon steaks and made a salad.”
“That sounds perfect.” I follow her to the kitchen counter and help her plate dinner before we carry our plates to the small table in the corner.
“What can I get you to drink?” She asks as I sit. “I have tea, water, wine...”
“Water is fine.” She gets two glasses of ice water before returning to the table and sitting across from me.
I take a bite of the salmon and chew it slowly. It is wonderful with lemon and garlic butter. She is a fantastic cook; the fish is cooked to perfection. “This is really good.” I tell her, complimenting her cooking.
“Thank you. It’s something that my mother used to always make when I was growing up.” She blushes slightly while concentrating on her salad.
“So, tomorrow we’ll have dinner with your mom. Do you have anything going on Sunday?” I ask her after finishing my meal.
“No, what did you have in mind?” She smiles as she looks up at me.
“I’d still really like to take you to Pacific Park.” I tell her knowing I still need to get pictures for this travel agency I am working with currently. “I need to get some pictures for work and thought we could have a good time spending the day together.”
“That sounds great actually. I’ve never been but I’ve been by it so many times.”
We spend several more minutes eating in silence and I notice her fidgeting with her salad. “Are you okay, angel?” I ask, concerned that something is wrong.
“I’m good.” She looks up and smiles shyly at me. “It was just a long week. I’m glad you’re here.”
I reach out and place my hand on top of hers. She continues to look down at her plate, not making eye contact with me and I lean forward trying to get her to look up. “Seriously though. Are you okay?”
She releases a frustrated sigh. “I’m just worried about Marie. She’s been acting weird all week and isn’t saying much. I wanted to ask you if you knew anything that may have happened between her and Matt.” She finally looks up, a line appearing between her brows as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth. She looks worried about her friend.
“I saw him at the gym Sunday night after you left. He saw her Saturday night, but he didn’t say much. He did say that she’s mysterious and giving him mixed signals. He thinks she may be scared or something like that, but he didn’t say much more.”
“Hmm. I wonder what it is. She’s never said anything to me about being afraid of anything and I thought she really liked Matt. At least from what I could see while they were dancing at the club.”
“I’m sure they’ll work it out. He’s really smitten with her and I don’t see him giving up easily.” She smiles at me as her features begin to relax.
I stand with her as she starts gathering our dishes from the table and follow her to the sink to help clean up.
I look around the small kitchen area. “I’ll wash, you dry?” I ask her, noticing there isn’t a dishwasher in her tiny kitchen.
“Okay.” She replies. I start filling one side of the sink with hot soapy water and washing our dinner plates while she puts the salad bowl into the refrigerator.
Drying my hands after finishing the last of the dishes, I take a few minutes to look around her small apartment. She has a dark suede sofa sitting in the middle of what I would consider the living room facing a wall mounted TV. There is a small wooden coffee table in front of it but no space for side tables. There are no pictures hung on the walls but there are lacy curtains covering the windows. There is a small table next to the door with a bowl sitting on top where, I assume, she puts her purse and keys when she gets home from work. There are two doors on the wall opposite the kitchen/dining area which I assume are a bedroom and either a bathroom or a closet. “Nice place.” I tell her honestly. It is small but looks cozy and perfect for her considering she lives by herself.
“It’s not much, but it’s mine. My entire apartment could probably fit inside your living room. I moved here right out of college and didn’t see any point in getting anything bigger since it’s just me. The maintenance leaves a lot to be desired as you may notice since the elevator doesn’t work.”
“I like it.” I turn to look at her and see a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. Is she embarrassed by her home? I place a hand against her cheek, running my thumb along her temple, and lean in for a kiss. My other hand reaches around to the small of her back to pull her against me. Her hands go to my hair as she raises on her tiptoes to meet me in the middle. The kiss is sweet, passionate, and full of promise. I groan softly and she opens for me, so I thrust my tongue inside and curl it around hers. The moan she releases goes straight to my cock and I rock my hips slightly against her while I break the kiss slowly.
“Bed?” She asks, almost a little shy.
“Lead the way, angel.” I respond, releasing her and sweeping my arm out to the side. She grins playfully and practically skips across the room to one of the doors I had noticed earlier opposite the kitchen. I shake my head with a crooked smile and follow her into her room.
Her bedroom is small, with a full-sized bed and a dresser. There is one open door on the wall to the right which leads to a closet, so the other door in the living room must be the bathroom after all. She has a dresser placed under the window, which is also covered with lacy curtains, a fluffy pink bedspread covering her bed, and one side table. After a quick glance around the room, my gaze is brought back to her as she sits on the foot of the bed and watches me.
I walk slowly toward her while ripping my t-shirt over my head and reach for the hem of her shirt as soon as I approach her. She stands once it is over her head and wraps her arms around my neck, bringing her mouth to mine. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom which I toss onto the bed. I don’t waste any time pushing her pants to the floor, along with her panties. Then doing the same to my own jeans and boxer briefs. I reach around and unclasp her bra, all while still kissing her deeply before lowering her to the mattress.
I crawl up the mattress, positioning my body next to hers and putting my weight on one elbow so I can look down into her beautiful face. My other hand traces swirls across her body starting at her collar bone and working my way down. I spend a little extra time circling one nipple as I lower my mouth to the sensitive area behind her ear. “Tell me what you want, angel.” I whisper before taking her soft lobe into my mouth. She answers with a moan and I can feel her body start to shiver beneath my fingers as I work my way down her stomach and around her belly button.
“You.” She says breathily, her arms reaching up to grip my shoulders.
“You have me, baby.” I crash my mouth over hers and push a finger into her. She gasps, opening her mouth to me at the sudden intrusion. My tongue dances with hers as she begins to move against my hand. I pull my hand back and insert a second finger, pushing my thumb against her clit. She breaks the kiss and throws her head back against her pillow as a whine escapes her throat.
I can feel her muscles start to quiver and tighten around my fingers, her grip on my shoulders tightening at the same time, and I know she is getting close to detonating. I curl my fingers inside of her to concentrate on that inner bundle of nerves and her moans increase. My cock hardens, electric zaps racing up my spine, as I pull my face back to look at the ecstasy washing over her features. “Devan!” She screams.
“Beautiful, angel.” I whisper in her ear. “Hold on to me, baby. This is going to be fast and hard.” I can’t hold myself back any longer. I keep thrusting my fingers in and out of her, riding out her spasms, ripping the condom wrapper open with my teeth. I use my free hand to roll the condom over my hard length then grab the base of my cock in my fist. Pulling my fingers out of her wet heat, I quickly replace them with my broad head. I gaze into her deep hazel eyes as I push all the way in with one smooth, steady thrust. Fuck, she is tight.
I struggle to remain still for a few seconds, giving her time to adjust. As good as she feels strangling my cock, I am not a sadist and I refuse to be the cause of any pain to her. I run my fingertips across her forehead, moving several lose strands of hair away from her eyes and tucking them behind her ear. The way she looks at me, the adoration and lust in her gorgeous gaze, causes my heart to plummet to my toes. Nothing else exists in this moment, just me and my angel.
I lower my head and suck her bottom lip into my mouth. One hand fisting into her silky, auburn hair. The other working below her ass and lifting her off the mattress, changing the angle enough to hit all her depths and work a moan out of her mouth. Her legs go around my hips, locking her heels behind my thighs, begging me to move.
I know I promised fast and hard, but God, it feels like heaven and I’m not ready for it to end. Slow and steady wins the race, and this race is just getting started. I continue to thrust in and out of her as she claims a death grip on my biceps, holding me like I am the only thing keeping her anchored to this reality. I feel her break as she screams my name again, and I know that I can’t hold on much longer.
Leaning back on my knees, I put my other hand below her ass and lift her even higher. I hold her in place, my fingers squeezing her hips tight enough that there will probably be bruises later, but I keep going. I ride out her pleasure as I feel my own need building in the base of my spine. I thrust into her one, two, three more times before my climax finally hits like a freight train and I release jet after steaming hot jet of my hot seed as deep inside her as I can go.
I lower myself slowly to the mattress, shifting to the side so I don’t crush Julie beneath me. We lay side by side as we both come down from what was possibly the best sex of my adult life. “Wow!” She exclaims beside me completely breathless.
“Yeah.” I say in response.
She shifts her body to face me and places a hand on my chest. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah.” I say again, unable to form a complete sentence at this point. I know I need to remove this condom before it creates a mess. “I’ll be right back. I need to do something with this condom.” When I return from the bathroom, my angel is laying on her side in the middle of the tiny bed. I chuckle softly as I look at the mess we made of the pillows and bedspread. I walk over and pick the sheet and fluffy pink blanket up from the floor and spread it over her softly. Then I crawl into the bed behind her and wrap her in my arms. “This bed is definitely smaller than mine.”
“I know, but your room is also a lot bigger than mine. Imagine if I squeezed a bigger bed in here, you’d never be able to walk around.” She giggles as she settles into my chest. We lay like this for several minutes, sated and happy. It doesn’t take long before her breathing evens out and I know she is asleep. I breath in her relaxing vanilla and lavender scent and follow her quickly.