One Way or Another…

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“I don’t want you to be a gentleman…”

Kill was late to the scene — when he hadn’t even been born when Blondie came out. But there he was at a concert in a museum for a members’ preview with his friend Marti.

Marti resembled Deborah Harry, which he never mentioned to her because she would think that was why he liked her.

It wasn’t, but she definitely resembled the pop star in her prime. She had on a little black dress that showed off her shapely legs. When she danced in front of him her intoxicating perfume wafted up to him and he almost wrapped his arms about her but stopped himself. What a trash way that would have been to spoil the moment!

Because he had restrained himself, he was invited to her apartment which overlooked the museum from across the street to make mocktails.

“It is a school night after all!” she smiled as she hung up her jacket.

Kill was gobsmacked watching her walk away from him. He followed her into the tiny kitchen nook where there was an actual bar cart, but Marti reached up to grab Luxardo cherries and a non-alcoholic vermouth.

“Can I help you?” he asked standing close behind her.

Marti turned to look up at him biting her lip.

“Damn you Kill!”

She walked away from him and he followed her unsure what he had done to upset her. He sat down next to her and she looked at him looking so much like Debbie Harry, but so much like herself too.

“What did I do? I have been trying to be a gentleman all night!” he said nervously because being so close to her was making him deeply aroused. They had never been alone in her apartment before and it was too damn tempting being that close to her even though she was mad at him.

“I know you like Blondie, I bought a membership to the museum to invite you to see her and …” she sucked her teeth. “I am a blonde!”

This close to her he saw that he could see her nipples through her gauzy black dress. He was not sure he could contain himself, remembering Ernest Hemingway saying how could a man not have a big woody when he was with a beautiful woman?

“I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Kill, but I don’t think you want me — ”

Before the sentence was finished, he pulled her close to him.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Marti…”

“Then let me show you how much I want you…”

Kill pulled her legs onto his lap and Marti straddled him. He looked up at her and even though he was already hard, he was not ready to just pounce. Though the look of rejection on her face and slight pout made him caress her lips which he could barely keep his eyes off of.

“You never told me,” he told her and kissed her hands.

“I didn’t know you wanted me,” she said kissing his hands in response.

He kissed her and he thought he would explode as she flowed over him like lava.

“I always wanted you, Marti.”

“I thought we were just friends,” she said looking at him as he held her close. He saw the doubt in her eyes and he sought to make her feel very wanted.

Kill picked her up, holding her with her arms and legs still as if she was still straddling him on the couch. He knew his way around her apartment, taking in the glow of the lights from the museum from her window.

Her bedroom smelled like her and he wondered how he had played it off so that she did not even think he liked her at all?

Kill was nervous because they were friends and a lot of guys liked her so he always wanted to be a gentleman. But with her soft body pressed to his and her expressly stating she did not want him to be a gentleman, he was not going to be one anymore.

Placing her gently on the bed, he covered her as soon as he did. Her dress was in disarray, with generous legs and breasts out from under it. He pulled it off completely along with his shirt and jeans.

When he pulled his boxers down, Marti licked her lips and that gesture almost sent him over the edge.

Kill wanted to devour her, but he took a second to look her at. How beautiful she looked mirroring his desire. But he did not want to hesitate because he saw how much she wanted him.

“You’re beautiful,” she said and he looked down at her with a shy smile before he kissed those lips she kept licking.

No more anticipation.

They were just kissing and it felt so hot he almost came especially when she touched him — anywhere. And she could not keep her hands off of him.

When he fantasized about her he did not think about her touching him, so being with her and feeling her so eager for him drove him crazy. He slipped his finger between her legs so he could feel how ready she was for him as she purred in his ear.

“You’re so wet,” he said, licking her ear.

“I’m so excited, you turn me on so much…”

He slipped his finger that had been inside her into his mouth, after he traced his way back up to her lips so she could taste herself.

Her lips had been greedy then and even more so below when he eventually entered her. She was wetter than before and had been touching his dick so much but he controlled himself instead of coming too fast. Kill savored the feeling of her touching him. The same when he touched her. Their shyness broke and they just enjoyed being together. Her soft limpid eyes and even softer mouth he could not keep his eyes off of. Kill wondered how he looked to her, but the way she smiled answered that for him.

Marti held him close when Kill was inside of her. She wanted him closer and he wanted to be even more inside her. They moved together and found a rhythm. It was their first time so they were learning each other, but it was so nice with her. The way she looked at him and her smiles encouraged him to give her as much pleasure as he could.

The sudden change in her face and crinkles about her eyes and forehead let him know when she was going to come. She bit her lip and her moans vibrated against him as she came and he came almost as soon as she did because he had been holding back, so she got hers first.

Marti was no longer a dream. He was not sure what they were now, but she was something else. It seemed totally natural to listen to Blondie after, him holding her close, her breasts against his arm as she hummed “One Way or Another.”

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