The Beautiful & Damned

07 - Easy

easy - /ˈiːzi/
achieved without great effort; presenting few difficulties

I opened my eyes and turned to the side. My bed was comfortable as always but this time there was an addition to it; Gerald, naked and covered with my duvet. He was so cute, I just kept staring at him for a while. Who knew there's a player hiding inside this adorable human with incredibly thick lashes, that cute nose and soft lips. He looked so innocent; I grabbed my cell and took a picture. You know what they say, take a picture and it lasts longer.

I picked his white t-shirt off the floor and put it on. I also put my hair up in a messy bun and went to the bathroom to get ready for work; I only applied some mascara and fixed my eyebrows a bit, then I walked to the kitchen to make us some coffee. It was almost 7am and I didn't have to be at work until 9 so I took 2 fruit cups from the fridge, leaving them on the balcony table before I went back to the bedroom. Gerald still hasn't moved an inch, he must've been pretty tired. I felt kind of bad for waking him up but I couldn't leave him here alone.

"Ger." I caressed his cheek gently until he opened his eyes.

"Hey." He grinned with his eyes half closed. "What time is it?"

"It's almost 7. Wanna have breakfast with me? I made coffee..." I said.
He pulled me closer and put his arm over me.

"I'd love to, in a minute." He mumbled. "Mmmm, call in sick?"

I chuckled, pecking his lips. "Unfortunately I can't. Come on, here are your sweats." I lifted myself up.

He joined me after a few minutes. We were sitting on my balcony, enjoying the morning sun, sipping coffee and eating fruit cups.

"I love the view from up here." He looked at me and winked.

"Me too." I grinned back.

He helped me clean up and then watched me put on my clothes.
It took me forever because he came up to me and couldn't keep his hands off. We left the apartment together and before parting ways he kissed me softly, wrapping his arms around me. We stood there for a while too. Adorable!

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I was sitting at my desk at work, eating a donut and drinking my second cup of coffee. My thoughts kept going back to last night; after that kiss, we ended up in his bedroom. I can't remember the last time I was this hungry for a guy. Every little thing about him triggered something inside me, I couldn't help myself, I had to touch him. He was kissing me everywhere while professionally removing every piece of clothing I had on until I was standing in front of him in nothing but my lacy brazilians. He took his time, kept eyeing me from top to bottom, then climbed on top of me as I was lying on his soft bedding and continued kissing me. We were perfectly synced, it's like we both knew what the other one is thinking. He took his shirt off after I helped unbutton it and unzipped his pants, kicking them off. He went right back to teasing me, pressing small kisses on my neck, my boobs and going lower until he slid off my panties. His lips slowly returned back up to mine as he was rubbing me before gently pushing in. He was being very careful, as if it were my first time. He started off slow but then picked up the pace a little bit; it was pretty intense. He never took his eyes off mine, he was panting in between kisses, we both knew we felt it, it was something chemical that we can't control; we simply clicked.

It was by far the most passionate sexual encounter I've had until then.
He pulled out before finishing and released himself all over my stomach.
"Don't move." He said and grabbed the tissues from a nightstand, cleaning me up. Then we sat there for a while and I told him I had to go soon. He didn't want me to leave, trying every way possible to convince me to stay.
I told him I couldn't but he's welcome to come home with me. He gladly accepted, changed into a white t-shirt, black sweatpants and a black hoodie.
We got naked, wanted to go for round two at my place but while we were lazily kissing we ended up spooning and caressing each other; we fell asleep at about 1:30am.

In the back of my mind I was still thinking about all the possible ways Gerald could potentially hurt me. He's a player, he's done this before a million times, I'm sure. I just wasn't sure that anyone can fake the feeling we both got; and I know I wouldn't let that kind of a lie just slide. Usually I'm very good at finding out the truth and figuring people out;
Maybe I badly wanted to believe him, so I did. But I think we actually have something going on.

After work I came home and put my things down when my phone buzzed. Gerald texted me if I want to get some coffee later but I was tired which is why I told him to come over; I think he was excited. When he was sitting next to me, he couldn't stop kissing and hugging me. It was really sweet. We watched some tv, cuddled a lot and as much as I wanted him to stay, he had to leave; he had an early one at the studio the next day. He said he'll be at the shop later on so I should drop by after work and we'll have lunch.

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I walked inside Gerald's shop and decided to look around for a while since he was with a customer. The customer was this cute latina with long black hair and the yummiest butt I've seen; mine being nothing compared to hers. I was watching them and it was so obvious; she was so flirting with him. He was being his player-self; I mean you have to act a certain way if you want to attract and satisfy the customers. He has to be nice to girls; it sells sneakers. It was a little weird for me, seeing him smile and laugh with some random girl, but I'm a realist and I know that no expectations is the best possible way to not getting hurt or disappointed.
He pointed her in the direction of the cash register and the cashier took it from there.
I approached him.

"Well hello there sir, can I get this in size..." I wanted to say but he leaned in and cut me off with a kiss.

"I saw you standing there." He grinned at me and I smiled.
"And yes, if you would just follow me to the storage room miss." He said and pulled me by the hand, walking to the storage room in the back.
He gently pushed me to the wall, I dropped my bag and my briefcase on the floor and wrapped my arms around him. He kicked the door shut and lifted me up, my legs around his waist. We were kissing and panting, trying to be as quiet as possible. I was giggling when he kissed my neck and unbuttoned a couple of buttons on my silky shirt.
"I've been waiting for this all day." He quietly mumbled in my ear.

We skipped lunch and ended up at his place, sitting on the balcony after solid 45 minutes of rolling around in bed, having sex. He was only wearing his sweats and I wore one of his shirts. Again.
He looked at me and smiled and I thought to myself; something or someone must've hurt him badly. Underneath that player facade he got going on was this; a gentle and sensitive yet a passionate guy, not a fuck boy.
It was just too easy.