I have seen her around several times. I couldn’t help staring: she’s so beautiful, so completely the opposite of me, and so obviously out of my league.
I had witnessed her turn down guys in the lift: sharp, frigid two-worded responses that froze the lift over. Yet, she smiled and chit-chatted with me. Heck, she even told me she lived on the ninth floor at Room 4, and I blurted out, “Oh, I’m literally right on top of you!”
But, there she is again today.
She’s in a business suit, as usual; tight ponytail tied way up on the top of her head, impeccable make-up, and those stilettos. Fuck. Whoever wears those at the office all day long?
Me? I’m wearing a green tank top, braless, shorts; my feet are clad in flip-flops.
Casual doesn’t even begin to describe it; I’m practically a kid standing next to her.
“So, my neighbor on the tenth floor, when are you coming over for a drink?”
I blink. Did she just invite me over?
“I thought you liked me?” she says as she leans in.
She has no fucking idea.
The lift opens.
She takes my hand and announces, “You’re coming with me.”
I can’t even nod; I’m trying too hard not to melt into a puddle.
When I follow her out of the lift, the only thought on my mind is: I’m wearing an old pink boy-shorts, with black polka dots on it; while she is surely clad in some kick-ass lingerie.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The door opens.
Her apartment looks like one of those hotel suites you see on vacation advertisements. No one would believe I live just one floor above her. My apartment is just a random combination of furniture you need to have. Weird alignments, no coherence, just zip, nil, nothing.
“Beer sounds all right to you?”
I glance towards that voice. Beer? So she is partly human, after all. “Yeah, beer sounds great.”
We clink our bottles together.
She takes a swig; that long neckline of hers is driving me nuts.
I try not to stare too hard, and divert my gaze towards her long work-table in the middle of the room. Books and documents are piled high in stacks. “Are you a lawyer?” I ask.
“Yup. Like everyone else in the family.” She chuckles while responding.
“You come from the army of justice or something? The only thing in common our family has is the pizza that we like.”
She throws her head back in laughter. “You’re so cute!”
I shrug my shoulders. “And you’re just… very, very sophisticated.”
“It’s just the clothes. I wish I could be an effortlessly carefree sex-kitten like you.”
I’m sure my ears aren’t working. “Effortless what?”
She pouts. “Don’t you know? That exuberant sex trail you leave behind you?”
My heart is pounding so hard I can’t answer.
She steps in close; too close. “You slap on any clothes you want and walk around like you don’t have a care in the world. That’s so fucking hot.”
I am still processing the idea of her finding me hot.
She traces a finger along my shoulders and moves down. My nipples are perking up before she goes anywhere near them.
“Do you think of me, sometimes?” she whispers.
“You’ve been my wet dream ever since I first saw you in the lift,” I find myself confessing.
She smiles. “Sit on my desk and spread your legs.”
Fuck. This is really happening.
I do as she told me to.
She kneels in front of me, all the while keeping her shimmering green eyes on me. She pulls my shorts away, and mutters, “Cute.”
So she doesn’t mind my boy-shorts. Okay.
She thumbs the wetness through the pink fabric until my breath quickens, and then slides it off from me. “You’re tiny,” she comments. “I love that so much.”
With that, she lowers her blood-red lips onto me.
She is good. Her tongue is so precise; she twirls it, elongates it and makes it pointy, stabbing, lapping and devouring me. My toes curl in ecstasy; she is making me come in record time.
“Juicy,” I hear her sultry voice hovering over me.
I open my eyes to her mischievous face, one long finger gliding slowly out from her mouth. She bends down and kisses me, letting me taste myself on her tongue. I pull her down, gripping my legs behind her back, every inch of my skin clinging tight to her.
“You’re intense,” she breaths as she draws slightly back. “Let’s get comfy in my bed. I have a feeling we’ll be at this all night.”
There’s nothing I can possibly say to that. I nod, and follow her into her bedroom.