The Slacker Boys #1: Competing with her

Jared

Chapter 8:

Over dinner we talked mostly about business and I asked her how she learned how to drive so well. She told me her story and I listened as guilt built up inside me. This woman, whom I've known since we were kids has been through so much and yet here she lies in front of me despite being put down most of her life. She was the definition of strong and I truly regret putting her all through that bullying but, in a way I did it to protect her and maybe saved her from being unnecessarily hurt by that jock.

I couldn't miss the sparkle in her eyes when she spoke about her experience with cars and racing. I stood there in awe listening to her stories of her and her dad attending the Grand-Prix. She was the woman of my dreams. The one any man would want by his side.

We finished cleaning up and washing the dishes at around ten o'clock and then I told her to follow me upstairs so that I could show her the room she'll be sleeping in. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind her sleeping next to me, in fact that's what I desired more than anything, controlling myself whilst she is sleeping in the room next to mine will be difficult. Even the thought of her lying on that silk bed sheet sleeping with my shirt made my balls draw up.

Shit.

I'll have to control these thoughts because getting an erection right now will not be ideal and will surely not give me a good impression. I wanted to take things slow and get to know her despite the crush that I had on her which was still very much alive and I dare say even stronger than before, knowing that she was still single.

"This is the guest room" I said, gesturing to the room in front of us. "You will find some clothes that you can sleep in for tonight in the wardrobe. If you don't like anything you can just tell me and I will do my best to try and accommodate you. Oh and by the way, the toilet is two doors down to the right." I said politely.

"You're kidding right? This place is everyone's dream, I bet this bed is softer than mine" she replied as she sat on the bed smiling. "Thank you, I really appreciate it. You are not as bad a person as I thought you were" and she laughed.

"If you want me to be bad, just say the word Princess" I said in a low tone as I moved closer to the bed, crossing my hands in front of her. "I will give you a new definition of bad, with the things I had in mind for you" I said and slowly licked my lips as she watched me intently. A blush creeped up her neck and cheeks. I loved the effect I had on her and I knew she liked me and she liked how I talked to her. Underneath that collected courage, lies the woman who wants to be dominated and will take what I would give to her. But, I wanted to play with her first and get her to come to me herself and maybe even play with herself before she slept thinking only of me in the next room and of my dick pumping into her tight opening as she moaned my name.

I broke eye contact and turned away to go to my room and take care of my erection. I excused myself and said goodnight to her still wide eyed and left the room with a smirk.

This is going to be difficult, controlling myself whilst she's next door. I did not want to think anymore so I decided to go on and take a cold shower to help me calm down. With my bedroom, I had an en-suite so I quickly ripped off my clothes and was in the shower in no time. The cold water felt soothing but only to an extent. All I kept on thinking about Julie next door and I couldn't help but stroke myself. Not that I needed to make much effort as I was already hard and have been since the first time I laid eyes on her. All I kept picturing was her lips and her luscious hips and breasts, making me fantasize about what's underneath. I felt my climax coming closer and with each stroke I began imagining her lips round my cock. I leaned my hand onto the sower wall and with one hard thrust I came, spurting out cum.

Although stroking myself gave me some relief it was still far from satisfactory. All I wanted was to tear down her pussy and make her beg for more. I sat on the bed staring at the ceiling, ignoring my newly formed erection. I couldn't sleep and here I lay, with her only a few feet away from me.

Then the door creaked open a little bit and I immediately sat up and saw a figure standing in my door. I guessed that she saw me sit up as Julie's familiar voice said: "I'm sorry to wake you, but I was trying to find the bathroom".

I couldn't make out much in the dark so I decided to go and show her. I mean it's not like I was sleeping anyway. As I emerged into the corridor I turned on the lights and fuck me. There she was, standing in my old white college shirt that stopped at the upper portion of her thigh. I could clearly make out her nipples peeking through the thin, white fabric. I took a deep breath. The only thing I wanted to do is put them in my mouth and take her right here and right now. I was trying to keep myself under control and she must have saw my reaction as she softly asked: "I'm really sorry I didn't mean to wake you up , really.." and she trailed off biting her lip as her eyes widened, eyeing me up and down. She must have seen my erection. Shit. I was as hard as a rock again. Actually, I don't think I've ever been this hard in my entire life. She looked so innocent and so oblivious to the effect that she had on me. She was not like other women who played games and swooned around me. She was her authentic self and that is damn attractive.

"Turn around for me," I said. My voice was thick with anticipation and I watched her become confused. Despite her being a millionaire and a business woman, she was still barely out of her teenage years and I bet that with all off those long hours, she didn't have much time for sex.

After a moment, she complied and turned around. My shirt barely covered the bottom curve of her ass and I might have leaked some precum in my pants just from the sight of her. I couldn't resist it anymore. I wanted her. I wanted to see if she wanted me as well.