Let me try.
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head? Or the full six-minute version of Bohemian Rhapsody? Twice.
“Will?” I squeaked out before clearing my throat.
“Yep.”
“You appear to have no qualms in showing me that you have you a considerably…prodigious…cock.” He looked down, I followed, my eyes unable to move away from every beautiful line and ridge. The prominent vein running from the underside to the front was taunting me, teasing me to keep my eyes there saying, Don’t you dare to look away! He was erect. Semi definitely. Half-mast would cover it. The head big and bulbous. Red and purply tinges proceeding to pink. Nice sized balls. Trim. Tidy. A couple of steps forward and I could have my hand wrapped around it nicely.
“Skye,” he said, quietly, soft.
“Yes.” I forced my eyes away, meeting his. Clashing together in a mind-fuck. What the hell was happening? My nerdy friend who went to watch The Avengers with me because no one else would, my quirky photographer who would travel to Brighton from London just to taste my new bakery creations was suddenly making the ache in my lady bits surge. My eyes fell back to his cock. Well done, you, I wanted to say, but instead I sighed like I was having my hair played with and a head massage thrown in.
His hand came into view, covering himself, only just, and not before I realised that half-mast was now most definitely full sail.
“Which bit shall we deal with first?’
“Bit?” I mumbled, still staring at the scrumptious pink head sticking out between his fingers.
“The fact that I’m in your flat unannounced or the fact that I’m in your flat unannounced and naked?”
“Sorry, what?” was all I could manage.
“Just so you know, Stacey leaves a key for emergencies in a cake tin in the café,” he said. “Next to the board games. That’s how I got in.”
“You consider this an emergency?” I gasped out.
“Not exactly. I thought you’d gone to Liverpool with her.”
“Nope, still here and obviously, I’m part of some kind of…penis emergency.”
He laughed lightly before picking up his t-shirt from the floor and wrapping it around his waist. White t-shirts appeared to do nothing to cover colossal dicks. I could still make out that teasing vein.
“She’s just a friend.”
“It’s none of my business,” I replied, but somehow it felt like it was.
Why?
“I just…wanted you to know.”
“Just a friend who watches you pleasure yourself?” I asked. “That’s never happened between us.”
He looked shocked. Wide-eyed. So much so, I almost caught his eyeballs in both hands.
“She was at a Halloween party downtown,” he replied. “Catwoman,” he added, as if I needed reminding.
“You don’t need to tell me you have a thing for costumes.”
“It was probably the…latex,” he mumbled.
“Remind me not to wear my gimp outfit the next time we go for lunch.”
“I would attempt to brush off that comment, but it wouldn’t surprise me at all if you turned up wearing a hot pink one with a zip across your mouth.”
“It’s lilac and the zip is elsewhere.” I shrugged as he grinned. “Well, what a night it’s been,” I said handing him more clothes, avoiding cock contact. “I’ve been educated in just how substantial cocks can be. Lucky me.”
“You’ve never seen one this big?” I rolled my eyes in an act of I-don’t-give-a-fuck, but it resulted in a surprising need to squish my legs together. Since when did eye-rolling tug on your libido? “Cocks come in all different shapes and sizes. Don’t you know that?” I did, of course I did. I wasn’t a virgin wallflower. OK, so running a café, building a business empire and trying to recover from a nasty taste of grief had recently taken over my sexual desire, but it was definitely still there, simmering under the surface until tonight when it boiled over under the force of the giganto cock that happened to be attached to my nerdy friend. And why was he asking me this? Were we sailing on the sea of flirtatious banter? Because right now, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to sink or swim.
“Skye,” he said, laughing. “I’m happy to never speak about this again.” My head shot up and he quickly held up his hands. “Well…only if that’s what you want.”
“Of course,” I replied. “Why would I want to talk about this?” I grimaced as I threw him a box of tissues from the sofa. Part of me wanted to push this, see how far he would go. Was I imagining the buzz in the air? The fizz of the unexpected. The excitement of sex and early connections. “Unless…”
“What?” He swallowed harshly.
“Unless…you do?”
“What part of it exactly would you like to talk about?” I dropped my eyes, couldn’t help it. The white t-shirt still clung like a second skin. Delicious bumps. Hard length. Unmistakable. I licked my lips. He copied. His tongue tentative and I wanted to know how tentative it would be if it was touching other places? I was sure I heard my name, a whisper, a wish. We sighed. We stepped forward. I grazed my hand along his thigh. Softly. Cautious. A hiss. His. Did he want this? Did he feel it too? Or was he in the same place as me? Questioning everything but willing to try?
Our mouths were open, parted, ready. So close.
And then the phone rang.
We stared at each other as it went to voicemail.
“Skye, darlin’ it’s only me, Stace. You didn’t pick up your phone. I’ve been trying for the last fifteen minutes. You OK, hun? Oh, by the way, Will called me. He’s at a party. After some woman dressed as Catwoman. He’s into her, I can tell. He had that dirty laugh he gets when he hasn’t had any for a while. Looks like he’ll be having a good night tonight! Ring me when you can, or I’ll worry. OK? Laters, babe.”
He dropped eye contact first. Was he embarrassed at Stacey’s reminder that a
