Lucy pulled a box out of her trunk and made her way up the rickety rear porch steps. She fumbled with the door, trying to pull it open without setting the box down. She would go inside and there would be Jake. Nikki was at her second job. Lucy would be all alone with the big man standing in the archway between the kitchen and the living room. The guy Nikki had been casually sleeping with for the last month.
“Ah, hey.” She would say.
“Hello.” Jake would reply. Lucy would move into the kitchen and Jake would leave his spot at the archway. “Two hundred is really cheap rent.” He would say. His tone implying there was more.
“Yeah.” Lucy would reply nervously.
He would take the box from her. Set it on the table and walk around her, his eyes drinking in her curves. “That’s just the financial cost.” He would say. Draping an arm over her shoulder and squeezing one of her breasts…
Jake wasn’t home yet, though. The house was empty. She made her way through the dingy living room and up the stairs. Each step creaked as she ascended. Jake would be home later. He was going to take her to her apartment to collect the larger things that didn’t fit in her car. She was a bit nervous about it. She only met the man yesterday. Big and quiet. He seemed the sort to think through his words before speaking.
Lucy entered her tiny room and set the box down on a two high stack of totes. The ceiling sloped on one side, meaning that her headboard would not fit unless she ditched her computer desk. Both Nikki and Jake were sleeping on the floor, so a lack of a head board wouldn’t be out of place. It would go into the storage unit with most of her other things. She pulled off the cover to her box of night clothes and held the first shirt up. Lucy loved her nightshirts. They were long enough to go down just past her butt and comfy. Best of all was that because they were solely for sleeping and lounging around in, they could have any design she wanted and no one would see them. This was one of her favorites. It had a picture of a dumpster with white liquid dripping out of its cover and the words, “cum dumpster.”
Lucy’s heart practically skipped a beat when she heard the back door open. She folded her shirt and set it back into the box, listening as Jake moved from the kitchen to the bathroom. She fidgeted, unsure what to do as he climbed the stairs. Her heart sounded in her chest.
He would reach the top of the staircase and see her. He would smile. Say, “there you are. Are you ready for your first real payment?” He would ask as he undid his belt.
Jake didn’t seem to notice her. At least not at first. He entered his room and shuffled around. His eyes met hers when he exited. “Oh.” He said. “I’m going to take a quick shower first, then we can head out.”
He was already heading down the stairs before Lucy could decide if she should say, “Okay,” or “do you want me to join you?” She listened to the sound of the water running somewhere underneath her. Perhaps under Nikki’s room. She tried to orientate herself compared to the stairs. It didn’t matter. She just squeezed the soft mound between her legs as she thought about the large, now naked man scrubbing himself down in the shower. Walking down the stairs wasn’t quiet, so she didn’t linger outside the bathroom door. Instead, she made her way out to her car to grab her computer monitor. The shower had cut off before she had returned to the staircase. She considered waiting to see Jake exit the bathroom, hopefully in nothing but a towel, but she continued.
Soon she was sitting in the passenger seat of his truck. His hand worked the shifter thing in the center between them. He would get the truck in gear, then he’d set his large hand on her leg, moving it up her inner thigh and squeezing. He didn’t. His hand moved from the shifted stick to the steering wheel. The guy didn’t say a word until they were halfway there. Then he asked for directions.
She stood next to him in her apartment’s sketchy elevator. He’d push a button to stop the car and tell her to strip as he undid his belt. He’d have her right there in the tiny room. Her naked body pressed against the dirty smudged metal of the elevator walls. However, he instead leaned to the side and grabbed the handrail as the elevator lurched uncomfortably. Watching his expression in the dingy metal surface, she said, “it always does that.” Jake didn’t answer. He just pressed his lips together and looked unconvinced.
Entering her apartment, Lucy was sure this was it. Jake was going to push her onto the mattress. Pulling her pants down to her knees, he’d shove his cock into her eager slit and pound her until he unloaded into her. Of course he didn’t. He merely examined the pieces of her bedframe and chose his first load to bring down to the truck. This was how the day went. Lucy waited to be violated by the big man and was left both relieved and disappointed.
The next two days went like this. Despite Jake and Nikki’s casual sex agreement, there was a distinct lack of the two going at it. Jake never touched Lucy. Most of the time, he didn’t even acknowledge her presence. Jake tended to shower at night. Nikki in the morning. Lucy couldn’t help herself. Nikki was in the throes of her cycle, and Lucy could corner the Tel’ani woman just as she was getting out of the shower. She went to sleep with a smile and more than a little anticipation.
Something woke her up. Unfortunately, it wasn’t one of her roommates entering her room to molest her. She listened for a few moments before deciding to get up and use the bathroom. The creaking of the stairs seemed even louder in the dead silence of the night. The flush of a toilet once she reached the bottom let her know she wasn’t the only one awake. With a drowsy sway, she waited for whoever had beaten her to the house’s only toilet to finish. It was probably the sound of the creaking stairway that had woken her up. The door opened, revealing the large silhouette of Jake in the doorway.
“Oh, sorry.”
“Just got to pee,” Lucy replied while holding back a yawn, too tired to fantasize about the late night rendezvous.
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Jake seemed to squint at her chest before saying, “g’night” and shuffling up the stairs.
Had he seriously just checked out her breasts? Maybe there was hope. Lucy entered the dingy bathroom and looked at her chest to see how the fabric was sitting against her boobs. Her face turned nearly as red as her hair as she noted which nightshirt she was wearing. She had just come face to face with Jake and her shirt was proudly claiming her to be a “cum dumpster.”
Lucy still woke early and was still horny. She slowly made her way down the creaky stairway and settled in just outside the bathroom door. Waiting for the attractive, wet, and very naked Tel’ani girl to finish washing herself. The water cut off. There were a few moments of shuffling, and then the door opened revealing Nikki in nothing more than a beige towel.
“Oh, shit Red. Do you need a shower? The water heater sucks.”
Lucy almost chuckled at the concern in Nikki’s voice. No one was ever concerned about her. At least not for mundane shit.
“Oh?” Lucy said, as if the water temperature was actually on her mind. She chuckled slightly. Nervously. “Save water? Take showers together?”
Nicolette’s eyes were sliding down Lucy’s unadorned night shirt to her thighs. Not really fair to corner the bisexual and totally in heat Tel’ani girl. “Oh, that never works.” Nikki chuckled, her eyes returning to Lucy’s. Nicolette’s expression changed from mild amusement to a mischievous grin. “Oh, you just want to see me naked.”
“I, ah. Well. Ah..” Lucy stammered. She could feel her face going red.
Nicolette’s expression shifted again. First to confusion, then to curiosity. Apparently, she had been joking and was now realizing that Lucy did indeed want to see her nude. “Red?” Nicolette said, the single syllable drawn out into a question. “Are you trying to flirt with me?”
“No.” Said Lucy. Mostly sounding honest. She was definitely not flirting with her. At least not intentionally.
Nicolette glared at her for a moment before turning to the stairs. She turned back with her bare foot on the first step, her finger aimed at Lucy. “Two or three days. Then we’re going to have a talk about this.” With that said, she started up the creaky old staircase. Her tail caused the bottom of the towel to flare out. Nicolette turned again to find Lucy still watching. Her heart racing at getting caught. Nicolette glared and jabbed a finger at the bathroom. “Shower, now.” She ordered.
“Right. Sorry.” Lucy mumbled, keeping her head down and slinking into the bathroom.
***
“Damn sexy little half-elf in her sexy little shirt and her sexy little legs.” Nicolette growled to herself. Reaching the top of the stairs, she paused. Pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to not feel as horny as she did. Her eyes flicked between the door to her room and the door to Jake’s. A brief glance to where the bathroom would be and she grit her teeth. “Fucking hormones.”
Nicolette quietly made her way to Jake’s door. Carefully wrapping one hand around the knob, she gave the wood a knock with the other. Then chided herself for trying to be quiet.
“Umm, Jake?” She asked while poking her head into his room.
“Huuuhh?” came a reply that was more moan than anything.
“Hey could I ah, call in one of those emergency fucks we set up?”
There was silence long enough to make her think he may have fallen back asleep.
“Errrrrm. Yeah, I guess I did agree to that.”
That was consent, right? “That’s a yes, right?” Nicolette asked, her towel already falling to the floor.
“Mmm. Sure, but I don’t imagine I’ll be better than a dead fish.”
She was on her knees before he even had his boxers pulled down. Placing one hand on his pelvis and the other shoving a finger into her already wet slit, Nicolette took his whole, mostly flaccid penis into her mouth. Pleasuring the big guy wasn’t the goal. She just needed him hard enough to get him inside her. Rolling her tongue around did the trick wonderfully. She moved forward, spreading her folds with one hand and guiding Jake’s member in with the other. The sudden filling of her wet void was almost a relief. With her hands on Jake’s chest, she began grinding into him. Trying to pleasure her clit on his pelvic bone just as much as her insides.
“Fuck, Nix. What time is it?”
“Five. Something. Oh…” she replied, pleased that his hands were now holding her hips. Jake was not a morning person. The dead fish comment clearly hadn’t been made in jest, but now at least he was actively pulling her into himself. Nicolette lifted a hand to squeeze her breast. Jake followed suit a moment later, his touch on her hardened nipple was far softer than hers.
“Shit Nix.” He said, a near groan to his voice.
“No, no, no. Please don’t cum yet.”
“I…” It was the only word he got out before his grip tightened and the muscles beneath his skin contracted.
Nicolette grit her teeth. “I need the release, damn it.” She growled, her grinding feeling more slick now that he’d filled her with his useless hornless seed.
“Right.” Jake groaned and pushed her right leg backward, a sign he wanted to switch positions. She let him manipulate her. Rolling over, he hooked an arm around her left leg and grabbed her shoulder, leaving her wide open with her thigh pressed against her side. His other arm snaked under her back, his firm hand wrapping around the back of her neck. Nicolette’s mantra of “No, no, no.” Quickly became one of, “yes, yes, yes,” as a considerably more awake Jake began thrusting into her. “Higher, higher.” She demanded, “No, the other way!” Nicolette pulled him until he was hitting the right spot. “There. Right there. Gods, harder. Right there.” She ordered between breaths while trying in vain to keep her voice down. She could feel him waning, but she needed it. “Harder. Please. There. There. Yes. Gods Jake. Just… More…”
Nicolette dug her fingernails into him as the wave of heat and ecstasy hit. Her muscles spasming uncontrollably in a stuttering mess of bliss. Jake stopped thrusting, just letting Nicolette tremble underneath him. His breaths came hard and ragged. Nicolette rubbed his back, trying to catch her own breath. “Thanks. Jake.”
“Yeah. Hey. Is there. Coffee?”
“I can make a pot before I leave. Fuck. I’ve got to go.”
Jake rolled off her, slowly pulling out and sprawling out on his blankets, still breathing hard. Nicolette forced herself up. She started forward, but a tingling thrill leapt up her spine even as it trailed down her tail. She stiffened, pulling her tail away from the offending hand with a flick. “Don’t do that when I’ve got to go.” She shot at Jake, finger leveled at him accusingly.
Jake merely blinked, as if confused. She snatched up her towel and entered the tiny hallway to her room, pausing as she looked at Red’s room. The door had been opened. Now it was closed. “Shit.”
Well, well, well… That was a little steamier than usual, huh, D? ?? I mean, you don’t typically write this kind of thing, and yet—here we are.
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