The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy's POV*

Gwyn put one hand on my chest, and used the other to feel the pulse in my neck. Creepy, but kind of hot; I actually felt my pants getting a little tight. She broke out in a grin, "Andy, are you fucking kidding?" Eh, what? Shit, had I totally just read her wrong? Why couldn’t I have any game whatsoever?

But Gwyn moved even closer, pressing her breasts and her hips against me. It made my breath catch; I impulsively squeezed her ass. "I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone." She shifted her body, rubbing against me, caressing my chest with her hand. "But we should talk more first, Andy-"

I laughed, "No! No fucking way! Talk later!" I half-picked her up and pinned her against the wall of the balcony. She briefly looked terrified, and smacked half-heartedly at me with her arms a couple times, I just shushed her with a kiss.

That time, she didn't move away, and I felt her body relax against mine. She parted her lips for me and the feeling of her tongue sliding against mine made me groan into her mouth. I tried to discreetly reach down and adjust so I wouldn't be quite so uncomfortable, but she playfully slapped my hand away.

"Let me give you a hand with that," Gwyn said, smiling, her pearlescent, greenish-grey eyes big and innocent. I just grinned like an ass because she was so beautiful and... and she was whipping my dick out of my pants in the middle of the day on her fucking balcony!

"No, no! Gwyn..." But she was stroking it too; it felt so fucking good. Maybe just for a second longer… She was really close against me; I hoped no one would see. "Mmmm... we shouldn't..." Just a few seconds longer.

I felt my want for her solidify into a burning lust, ignited by the passage of her tongue against mine, of her purposeful touch on my cock. I had to have her. I slipped a hand into the waistband of her jeans, unthinking and searching.

Holy shit, jackpot! She hadn’t been kidding when she had said she wanted me. She was so wet, it was hard to get my bearings, there was so much metal down there! She tensed when I found her sweet, little button; she was swollen with desire too. As I massaged circles around it, she used one arm to hold on to me for support, but soon her rhythm on my dick faltered.

"Andy, Andy, let's go inside." She panted a little, and I saw a bead of sweat at her brow. She kissed me, hard and fast, then took me by the hand and led me inside to her bedroom, my erection still hanging brazenly out of my pants.

Gwyn knelt and took me in her warm, wet mouth. Ah, fuck, so good... She made little groans I could feel. I ran my hands through her soft, dark hair. She used her left hand to pump the base of my shaft, and used her right to balance against me. Fuck, she was distracting me from the ultimate goal. She was just really good at that. Christ. Must resist.

"Gwyn, Gwyn, c'mere." I gently stopped her, and pulled her up from her knees, kissing her softly on her lips, her neck.

She looked worried. "Andy, I'm sorry, was that not ok? I could try something different?"

"No, babe, it's not that." I made sure to look her in the eye and smile at her until she relaxed and smiled too. "You give amazing head," I bit my lip, that was a fucking understatement, "fucking amazing. And I want more of it, just not right now." I cleared my throat, a little embarrassed. "I, um, am just a guy, ok? And I can only take so much before I bust. And I have been desperately hoping that I would find you, that you would let me be with you again."

I hugged her to me and bent to speak softly into her ear, "I want to be inside of you again." I gave her a quick peck, "I want to feel it when you get off." I kissed her again, then moved away so I could pull her shirt over her head.

Gwyn instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms, and I kissed her hands while I undid her bra, trying to calm her down. As I was tossing off my shirt I felt her hands on my cock. Uhn... I bent down and kissed her again for a moment, then went after her pants. The buttons were small and complicated! Fucking girl pants!

"Fuck!" Gwyn looked at me, fussing fruitlessly with her pants, unable to concentrate with my dick in her hands. I smiled sheepishly and she started laughing, soon I was chuckling too. She went over to her bed and took her pants, panties, socks, and boots off.

Gwyn sat on the bed, crossed her legs, and gave me jaunty look. I realized I had been standing there, watching her undress, slowly stroking myself, grinning like an idiot. "You just going to stand there, staring, with your cock hanging out of your pants, or are you going to get naked?" She raised her eyebrows. I answered her by stripping and losing my boots as fast as I could.

Notes

QOTD: do you play any musical instruments?

i technically do, but i won't play it around other people, aside from an instructor, and i have no interest in joining a band, so i don't tell people that i play it. i have weird issues around it, i'm very self-conscious about it, i'm not talented but i am crazy about the instrument. i have previously played guitar and got quite good at flute when i was a kid, but i was not passionate about either. also, i have been away from my, eh, instrument for a long time, so i am very out of practice. has to do with noise issues in an apartment. (trying not to give away. probably obvious. oh well- hey, could be theremin, right?) ;)