We've Fallen in Love, It Was the Best Idea I Ever Had
First and only chapter.
I walked up the cement steps towards his house. The man who makes my heart flutter every time I see him. The man who makes me break out into a smile when I know I’m going to see him today. The man who made me realize love really does exist. Before knocking on the solid oak door, I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make myself look as presentable as possible. I pulled my black shirt down and fixed my jacket and sighed, now so what comfortable of how I looked. I took a deep breath, before knocking, gingerly, on the door, waiting for him to answer. The nerves and the never ending butterflies were common for me now, although I hadn’t learnt to deal with them. It’s a wonder that one person can make me feel like this, yet, he does.
Seconds later, the door flung open leaving him very red faced and breathless. To the naked eye, this could have seemed very suspicious, but I knew him, and I knew he would never have anyone over. Especially if he knew I was coming. At least, I hoped not.
“Hey Gee, sorry, I was on the phone,” he said, out of breath. He opened the door wider for me to walk in. I nodded and stepped over the door step and into his apartment. It wasn’t cleanest of apartments by far, but I didn’t mind. It hadn’t changed since the last time I had visited him here. The empty fast food packet littered the floor, along side magazines and various papers. The garbage wasn’t just on the floor. It was also strewn across most of the furniture. I don’t think he really cared about it, so I didn’t. I cleared a space on the couch and took a seat. “You want a beer or something?” He called from the kitchen. If you would call it that. If was more like a couple of counters squashed together with various appliances crammed next to it. Again, plates and cutlery littered the kitchen tops.
“Yeah, cheers,” I replied, taking my jacket off and throwing it across, onto the armchair. He walked back in, with two cans in his hands. I gratefully took one off him and cracked it open. It fizzed for a second than settled back down. I gulped some of it down, and grimaced slightly as it burned the back of my throat. I repeated my action and watched him do the same. His black, greasy hair, that fell limply above his shoulders. His blue eyes glistening in the artificial light, produced by the light bulb. His blank facial expression as he sipped his beer, contently. His perfect rose bud lips that curved up as they set place on the rim of his can. His stubble that embellished his chin and fringe of his jaw. Although many people would have classed those features as negative, I loved every single one of them.
“Hey, you’re pretty quiet today. What’s up?” he questioned, walking over from his place in the armchair to take a seat next to me. I felt my cheeks grow red as he sat down. My palms started sweating and the butterflies flew around in my stomach. I could feel my throat
go dry, so I brought the can back up to my lips.
“Nothing,” I said, as I felt the amber liquid burn my throat once again. I felt the sensation slid down my esophagus.
“C’mon, you can’t lie to ol’ Bertie Boy. I know all your wicked tricks,” he joked, already slightly drunk after his third beer. If only you did know my tricks, I thought. I grinned, pretending to be amused about his joke, but I was more amused about my own thoughts. As my thoughts delved deeper into my perverted mind, I didn’t realize Bert was now watching over me, with great intent. He rested his shoulder on the back on the couch and turned himself onto his side. His other hand rested dangerously close to my right thigh. His eyes seemed to bore a hole into mine. It seemed as if there was a connection between us that sent an electrical jolt down my spine. Although, this could have just been me, imagining things again.
“What?” I asked, quieter than usual. He just continued staring at me, obviously lost in his own thoughts. I lifted my hand from my leg and pushed back a strand of my black hair. The silence was slightly worrying to me. Had I done something wrong? He lifted his hand, which was previously next to my thigh, and pushed the same strand back. I was taken aback by his sudden intimate actions, but yet, I enjoyed. Over gaze never broke, although his hand stayed hovering over my face. Just the mere thought of his touch sent my body into ecstasy, but knowing that his hand was so close to my skin, was the best feeling ever.
There was an eerie silence for a while. Bert’s hand was still so close, yet so far, to my face. I just wanted to press my lips against his. To feel his skin against mine. To taste him…
He seemed to read my mind, as he pressed his chapped lips against mine. My body tensed for a second, before I melted into his hold. He didn’t hesitate to place his hand on to back of my neck, pulling me into a more passionate kiss. His other hand roamed around, until he finally settled on the back of my neck. This was all fast for me, and I felt like a deer caught in head lights. I didn’t know where to place my hands, incase I offended Bert, but I didn’t want to seem like I was making him do all the work. Instead, I opened my mouth and requested access to his. He immediately let me in, and I let my tongue travel around his mouth, leaving no space untouched. I felt the vibrations of his moans in my mouth, which cause me to thread my fingers through his hair. I didn’t care that his hair hadn’t been washed for over a week, I just wanted to show him. To show him what I felt for him. My free hand started to caress his face, as the hand that was previously on the small of back, was now stroking my bare skin of my back. Now it was his turn to feel the vibrations of my moans. I felt him smirk into the kiss and push me gently back, resulting in me leaning against the arm of the couch.
Our kiss lingered for a while, until I felt myself get a little ‘to in to it’. I think Bert felt it to as he pulled away, grinning idiotically. He glanced down towards my ‘happy area’, and back up into my eyes.
“Need some help?” Bert asked, seductively.
I smirked back, as he already knew they answer. He attacked my neck with butterfly kisses, gently tugging the hem of my shirt. I moaned in pleasure, as he revealed my chest, and returned to his work. He kissed and sucked and bit down my chest, until he reached the top of my jeans. He looked up at me, as if asking for permission. I merely nodded and rested my head back on the arm, as I felt him cause friction over my hard on. I heard the button pop on my jeans and the zipper gently moving over my member. A throaty groan escaped my lips, which caused Bert to pick up the pace. I bucked my hips forward as he pulled my jeans and boxers down together, leaving me totally exposed.
“N-No fair. You’re f-fully dressed!” I said, squirming underneath him as he sighed, teasingly, over my erection. He chuckled, and shifted back up to me. I quickly attacked his lips with mine, suddenly finding a hidden courage. I wasted no time in dragging his shirt over his head, partially parting the kiss for a split second. He straddled me and began to take his belt off. I slapped his hands away, as he looked at me, with a sly twinkle in his eye. I started sucking the bare flesh on his neck, causing him to shudder beneath me. I kept on with my work, working on the belt at the same time. Once I had gotten that off, along side Bert’s shorts, he slid back down to visit my member. He hovered over it for while, as if working out a master plan of how to make me scream his name. He stayed down there a little too long and I got a bit restless.
“Bert…do something, dammit!” I groaned, still writhing under his presence. This obviously gave him the motivation to start his work. He pressed my hips to the couch, forcefully, to stop me fidgeting. Once he thought I was still, grabbed my erection at the base, and started the lick the underside of it, resulting in me releasing a deep moan of pure pleasure. My sounds of ecstasy turned him on as he started to gently stroke me with his free hand. I screwed my eyes shut and slammed my head back onto the arm. He started to gently suck the tip, flicking his tongue over it. I bucked my hips forward, in request for more action. He coughed and spluttered, but didn’t stop. He started sucking harder and faster, edging me closer to my release. I threaded my fingers through his hair once more, feeling slightly light headed from pleasure. He looked up at me, his cheeks sucked in, with such innocent eyes. I rested my head back again, feeling myself building up.
Suddenly, he stopped. I jolted my head up and looked at him. He gave me wry smirk before edging his way closer to me.
“W-why did you stop?” I asked, breathlessly, trying to figure out why he was teasing me.
“You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?” Bert asked, slyly. I grinned as everything added up in my mind. I grabbed the back of his neck, and delved into another deep kiss. Our limbs entangled into each others. We pressed against each other, feeling the sweat drip from every pore. He pulled away from me, leaving me hungry for his taste again. “On to your stomach. Now.” He demanded. I complied and rolled over.
“Wait. Do you have any lube?” I asked, straining my head over my shoulder to see him.
“Shit. It’s upstairs. Err…suck on your fingers,” he ordered. Again, I obeyed and began to suck on all four of my fingers. He reached round and, viciously, pulled my fingers out of my mouth, and pulled me onto my side. He directed my hand over to his, now painfully hard, erection. I wrapped my fingers around him, gently moving them up and down, making sure his fully lubricated. He moaned and sighed in pleasure. “S-stop.” I rolled back over onto my stomach, and grabbed onto the armrest. He parted my legs more and positioned himself at my entrance. I gripped onto the arm so hard, that my knuckles turned white as I felt a huge pain in my ass. I screwed my eyes shut and rested my head on the arm as he began the thrust, carefully. He reached forward and kissed my neck, delicately, showing me that he was sorry, without any words. I felt a tear slip from my eyes, as the pain was almost becoming too much too bare. I was just about to scream for him to stop, when the pain seemed to wash over. I was soon replaced with pleasure. One of the most pleasurable things I had ever felt in my life.
“Ah…fuck…Bert…faster…” I begged, resembling a cheap whore. His breath was ragged and deep as he reached round to me and hissed into my ear.
“Scream my name, whore,” he whispered, sending shivers down my spine.
“Only if you’ll go f-faster,” I panted. He picked up the pace and slammed into me, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He roamed around and grabbed hold of my still hard on. He began to pump me in time with his thrusts.
“Oh shit…B-Bert! Oh Bert!” I screamed, coming extremely close to climax.
“Oh…Gee…you fucking whore! Scream for me!” he shouted.
“BERT!” I screamed, seeing stars before my eyes. One last thrust from Bert caused me to spill all over his hand. It wasn’t long after until I felt Bert come inside of me. I collapsed in a sweaty heap on the couch, with Bert next to me. “Thanks for help,” I sighed, resting my head back on the arm.
Seconds later, the door flung open leaving him very red faced and breathless. To the naked eye, this could have seemed very suspicious, but I knew him, and I knew he would never have anyone over. Especially if he knew I was coming. At least, I hoped not.
“Hey Gee, sorry, I was on the phone,” he said, out of breath. He opened the door wider for me to walk in. I nodded and stepped over the door step and into his apartment. It wasn’t cleanest of apartments by far, but I didn’t mind. It hadn’t changed since the last time I had visited him here. The empty fast food packet littered the floor, along side magazines and various papers. The garbage wasn’t just on the floor. It was also strewn across most of the furniture. I don’t think he really cared about it, so I didn’t. I cleared a space on the couch and took a seat. “You want a beer or something?” He called from the kitchen. If you would call it that. If was more like a couple of counters squashed together with various appliances crammed next to it. Again, plates and cutlery littered the kitchen tops.
“Yeah, cheers,” I replied, taking my jacket off and throwing it across, onto the armchair. He walked back in, with two cans in his hands. I gratefully took one off him and cracked it open. It fizzed for a second than settled back down. I gulped some of it down, and grimaced slightly as it burned the back of my throat. I repeated my action and watched him do the same. His black, greasy hair, that fell limply above his shoulders. His blue eyes glistening in the artificial light, produced by the light bulb. His blank facial expression as he sipped his beer, contently. His perfect rose bud lips that curved up as they set place on the rim of his can. His stubble that embellished his chin and fringe of his jaw. Although many people would have classed those features as negative, I loved every single one of them.
“Hey, you’re pretty quiet today. What’s up?” he questioned, walking over from his place in the armchair to take a seat next to me. I felt my cheeks grow red as he sat down. My palms started sweating and the butterflies flew around in my stomach. I could feel my throat
go dry, so I brought the can back up to my lips.
“Nothing,” I said, as I felt the amber liquid burn my throat once again. I felt the sensation slid down my esophagus.
“C’mon, you can’t lie to ol’ Bertie Boy. I know all your wicked tricks,” he joked, already slightly drunk after his third beer. If only you did know my tricks, I thought. I grinned, pretending to be amused about his joke, but I was more amused about my own thoughts. As my thoughts delved deeper into my perverted mind, I didn’t realize Bert was now watching over me, with great intent. He rested his shoulder on the back on the couch and turned himself onto his side. His other hand rested dangerously close to my right thigh. His eyes seemed to bore a hole into mine. It seemed as if there was a connection between us that sent an electrical jolt down my spine. Although, this could have just been me, imagining things again.
“What?” I asked, quieter than usual. He just continued staring at me, obviously lost in his own thoughts. I lifted my hand from my leg and pushed back a strand of my black hair. The silence was slightly worrying to me. Had I done something wrong? He lifted his hand, which was previously next to my thigh, and pushed the same strand back. I was taken aback by his sudden intimate actions, but yet, I enjoyed. Over gaze never broke, although his hand stayed hovering over my face. Just the mere thought of his touch sent my body into ecstasy, but knowing that his hand was so close to my skin, was the best feeling ever.
There was an eerie silence for a while. Bert’s hand was still so close, yet so far, to my face. I just wanted to press my lips against his. To feel his skin against mine. To taste him…
He seemed to read my mind, as he pressed his chapped lips against mine. My body tensed for a second, before I melted into his hold. He didn’t hesitate to place his hand on to back of my neck, pulling me into a more passionate kiss. His other hand roamed around, until he finally settled on the back of my neck. This was all fast for me, and I felt like a deer caught in head lights. I didn’t know where to place my hands, incase I offended Bert, but I didn’t want to seem like I was making him do all the work. Instead, I opened my mouth and requested access to his. He immediately let me in, and I let my tongue travel around his mouth, leaving no space untouched. I felt the vibrations of his moans in my mouth, which cause me to thread my fingers through his hair. I didn’t care that his hair hadn’t been washed for over a week, I just wanted to show him. To show him what I felt for him. My free hand started to caress his face, as the hand that was previously on the small of back, was now stroking my bare skin of my back. Now it was his turn to feel the vibrations of my moans. I felt him smirk into the kiss and push me gently back, resulting in me leaning against the arm of the couch.
Our kiss lingered for a while, until I felt myself get a little ‘to in to it’. I think Bert felt it to as he pulled away, grinning idiotically. He glanced down towards my ‘happy area’, and back up into my eyes.
“Need some help?” Bert asked, seductively.
I smirked back, as he already knew they answer. He attacked my neck with butterfly kisses, gently tugging the hem of my shirt. I moaned in pleasure, as he revealed my chest, and returned to his work. He kissed and sucked and bit down my chest, until he reached the top of my jeans. He looked up at me, as if asking for permission. I merely nodded and rested my head back on the arm, as I felt him cause friction over my hard on. I heard the button pop on my jeans and the zipper gently moving over my member. A throaty groan escaped my lips, which caused Bert to pick up the pace. I bucked my hips forward as he pulled my jeans and boxers down together, leaving me totally exposed.
“N-No fair. You’re f-fully dressed!” I said, squirming underneath him as he sighed, teasingly, over my erection. He chuckled, and shifted back up to me. I quickly attacked his lips with mine, suddenly finding a hidden courage. I wasted no time in dragging his shirt over his head, partially parting the kiss for a split second. He straddled me and began to take his belt off. I slapped his hands away, as he looked at me, with a sly twinkle in his eye. I started sucking the bare flesh on his neck, causing him to shudder beneath me. I kept on with my work, working on the belt at the same time. Once I had gotten that off, along side Bert’s shorts, he slid back down to visit my member. He hovered over it for while, as if working out a master plan of how to make me scream his name. He stayed down there a little too long and I got a bit restless.
“Bert…do something, dammit!” I groaned, still writhing under his presence. This obviously gave him the motivation to start his work. He pressed my hips to the couch, forcefully, to stop me fidgeting. Once he thought I was still, grabbed my erection at the base, and started the lick the underside of it, resulting in me releasing a deep moan of pure pleasure. My sounds of ecstasy turned him on as he started to gently stroke me with his free hand. I screwed my eyes shut and slammed my head back onto the arm. He started to gently suck the tip, flicking his tongue over it. I bucked my hips forward, in request for more action. He coughed and spluttered, but didn’t stop. He started sucking harder and faster, edging me closer to my release. I threaded my fingers through his hair once more, feeling slightly light headed from pleasure. He looked up at me, his cheeks sucked in, with such innocent eyes. I rested my head back again, feeling myself building up.
Suddenly, he stopped. I jolted my head up and looked at him. He gave me wry smirk before edging his way closer to me.
“W-why did you stop?” I asked, breathlessly, trying to figure out why he was teasing me.
“You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?” Bert asked, slyly. I grinned as everything added up in my mind. I grabbed the back of his neck, and delved into another deep kiss. Our limbs entangled into each others. We pressed against each other, feeling the sweat drip from every pore. He pulled away from me, leaving me hungry for his taste again. “On to your stomach. Now.” He demanded. I complied and rolled over.
“Wait. Do you have any lube?” I asked, straining my head over my shoulder to see him.
“Shit. It’s upstairs. Err…suck on your fingers,” he ordered. Again, I obeyed and began to suck on all four of my fingers. He reached round and, viciously, pulled my fingers out of my mouth, and pulled me onto my side. He directed my hand over to his, now painfully hard, erection. I wrapped my fingers around him, gently moving them up and down, making sure his fully lubricated. He moaned and sighed in pleasure. “S-stop.” I rolled back over onto my stomach, and grabbed onto the armrest. He parted my legs more and positioned himself at my entrance. I gripped onto the arm so hard, that my knuckles turned white as I felt a huge pain in my ass. I screwed my eyes shut and rested my head on the arm as he began the thrust, carefully. He reached forward and kissed my neck, delicately, showing me that he was sorry, without any words. I felt a tear slip from my eyes, as the pain was almost becoming too much too bare. I was just about to scream for him to stop, when the pain seemed to wash over. I was soon replaced with pleasure. One of the most pleasurable things I had ever felt in my life.
“Ah…fuck…Bert…faster…” I begged, resembling a cheap whore. His breath was ragged and deep as he reached round to me and hissed into my ear.
“Scream my name, whore,” he whispered, sending shivers down my spine.
“Only if you’ll go f-faster,” I panted. He picked up the pace and slammed into me, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He roamed around and grabbed hold of my still hard on. He began to pump me in time with his thrusts.
“Oh shit…B-Bert! Oh Bert!” I screamed, coming extremely close to climax.
“Oh…Gee…you fucking whore! Scream for me!” he shouted.
“BERT!” I screamed, seeing stars before my eyes. One last thrust from Bert caused me to spill all over his hand. It wasn’t long after until I felt Bert come inside of me. I collapsed in a sweaty heap on the couch, with Bert next to me. “Thanks for help,” I sighed, resting my head back on the arm.