I, Ache Vol. III

Ache Playlist | Hey Ya!

Written by mjcathy24

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This blinking cursor is mocking me. I have been staring at this computer screen for over an hour and what do I manage to complete in that period of time? None. Nada. Zilch.

Type, type, type, it seems to tell me. But to type something beyond gibberish seems to be a long shot for me at this moment. This is very unusual because, I, Cade Crawford, am one mean report-writing machine capable of writing A+ worthy entries at the drop of a hat.

To say this is frustrating is an understatement. I take off my glasses and groan into my hands as I hear the clock tick-tocking in the background, counting down the time I have wasted and reminding me of what I have left to come up even with just a half-assed report.

ASS. Now why did I have to remind myself of that? As I absent-mindedly stroked my hardened cock, I thought, If only I didn't see Savannah Brody earlier...

Savannah, Savannah, Savannah. The most beautiful woman I have ever known. We have been best friends and neighbors since childhood. In fact, when I moved into the city, she decided to take her chances as well and rented a loft right across the street from mine.

As she grew up, she turned into a stunning young woman right before my eyes. But while she has been a staple in my wet dreams over the past few years, I swore never to ruin our friendship with sex.

Savannah - with her vibrant red hair and sparkling green eyes. Though most of the time she tends to downplay her looks by wearing oversized clothing, donning her geeky glasses and always having her hair up in a messy bun.

"There's such a thing as contact lenses, ginger. You're so forgetful, you'll lose them glasses again one of these days. Better use contacts like some of your peers at work tell you," I remember telling her one evening while we were watching football, guzzling beer and gobbling up pizza in her apartment.

"I don't care what other people tell me. I have poor eyesight so I need to wear glasses. You did say I'm forgetful so I might fail to take them out then I'll end up with irritated eyes the following day. Besides, geek is the new sexy and people with glasses are really, really hot," she teased.

"Hot and sexy like me?" I asked her back while wiggling my brows, trying to act like a sleazy bastard.

She blushed and threw a cushion at me. "You wish! I really wonder why there's one woman throwing herself at you."

"Hey! You wound me! There's two of them, not just one!" I clutched my chest as if hurt.

"But you know I am curious... what does Cade Crawford consider attractive? What makes a woman irresistible for you?"

Uh-oh. Better be careful with your answer, Cade. Friendship over sex, friendship over sex!

"Uh, the usual, I guess," I stalled.

"The usual?"

"You know, women with humongous breasts, legs up to here and understands it's only for a night."

"What about Lisa Kowalski? She has boobs flatter than a pancake and short legs? Or Windie Jennings?"

"Well, they're both great dancers. Dancers are usually great in the sack, you know," I answered as I waggled my brows.

A curious look entered her eyes but just as quickly, it was gone. Soon after that, the second half started and we focused on the game instead.

But then, tonight happened and no matter what I do, I can't get Savannah off my mind.

"Oh to hell with it!" I exclaimed as I finally gave in, closed my eyes, took out my dick and stroked it as I recalled what occurred earlier.

I was staring out my window as I frequently do and saw the lights flicker on in her loft. I smiled as I saw her heave a sigh of relief as she took off her shoes by the door. She padded into her room, swinging her hips sensually as she let her fiery hair loose from its messy bun.

She slowly shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair, sexily mussing it. She slid her hands up her body, across her breasts and opened a couple of buttons on her shirt.

I was about to call her and tease her about giving peeping toms a floorshow when she dimmed the lights in her room and peeled off her blouse, exposing her lace bra while undulating her hips.

My mouth dried even further as she bit her lips and slid her skirt off, finishing the move by turning around and reaching towards the floor, lifting her sexy ass covered by a small scrap of lace in the air.

"Unggh," I moaned as pre-cum oozed out of my slit. Spreading it onto the head of my shaft, I pumped my hand a few times and felt the zing of arousal down to my toes.

She wiggled her buttocks and swung it from side to side as she stood up and sexily moved her hips in a figure of eight.

"Damn, Savannah, shake it, yes, shake it like a Polaroid picture," I muttered as I stood transfixed at the stunning view before me.

Turning around to face the window, she opened her bra, exposing her small yet firm breasts with raspberry-colored tips. I rolled my tongue inside my mouth as I imagine sucking those nipples.

She covered her breasts with her hands and massaged them, looking aroused as she squeezed her tips and opened her mouth in a moan of pleasure. Slowly, one of her hands moved down and slid inside the small scrap of lace covering her femininity. Then suddenly, she stopped, smiled and slid the blinds shut.

My hand moved faster over my stiff shaft feeling the pleasure slowly spread throughout my body. I breathed through my mouth as I feel myself getting closer to my orgasm.

"Savannah, Savannah, Savannah," I chanted as I jacked off to the sensual image I have of her in my mind.

"Yes, Cade?" Savannah suddenly asked as she sat by my feet and in surprise, I opened my eyes and stopped what I was doing.

"Sa-Savannah? How did you get in?" I asked as I flushed and covered my boner with a pillow.

"I was making some pie and I came by to ask if you could lend me some sugar, since I'm your neighbor and friend after all," she said while pulling on the pillow, a smile showing on her face as my dick bobbed up and hit her cheek. "I let myself in using your spare key when I heard moans coming from your study."

She leaned down and sucked my cock once, pulling it off her mouth with a pop as I moaned in response. "But, I suddenly have a hankering for a different kind of sweet - one that only you can provide."

"But we're friends..." I protested weakly as she licked her palm and started to pump my rod.

"Then let's be friends with benefits. Why do we keep denying that we want each other? I just wanna make you cum," she said then swirled her tongue over the head of my cock.

She stood up and shed her clothes. "Did you enjoy my little peep show earlier? I did that for you. I knew you like to peek out your window and... watch."

Pushing my chair back, she straddled me and as she slid her weeping pussy onto my rock hard penis, she dug her nails on my chest and whispered, "Now I want to see you on your baddest behavior. I finally have you where I want you. So fuck me hard and take me in all the ways that you can. Make me scream!"

And being a nice young man, I did. I thoroughly did - at her service, yes.

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Prompt: Hey Ya by Outkast

Now I wanna see y'all on your baddest behavior
Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor
Uh! Here we go...
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (oh oh)
Shake it, shake it like a Polaroid picture