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He stopped pacing for a moment to look out of his window, anxiously biting on his thumbnail. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous – it wasn’t like he didn’t know her. They had been good friends before they each went their separate ways for college. In high school they were often mistaken as a couple from the amount of time they spent together. Trevor and Johanna, class of 2016. The fact that she was a “touchy-feely” kind of creature didn’t help the rumors, but he truly didn’t mind. She was his closest friend, after all. Twelve steps left, twelve steps right and he glanced out of the window. Twelve steps left, twelve steps right. He repeated this process, his mind agitated with the persistence of “what if” questions that clouded his mind. His thumbnail bled slowly onto his fingertip, which he absentmindedly wiped on his shirt. When he finally noticed that there was a streak of blood on him, he sighed in annoyance before going to his closet to change. Johanna climbed up the stairs with a small wrapped present entangled in her fingers. She took great care to only walk on the sides of the wooden steps so she could surprise him. “It’s normal to be nervous, I haven’t seen him for over a year,” she thought, willing her heartbeat to slow down. It denied her wishes as she reached the landing. She could see into his room, the small sliver of light aiding her. He was pacing in his room, and biting his nails again, she noted. Was he just as nervous to see her? He couldn’t have been, he was always the calm and collected one of the pair. But there he was, pacing and biting his nails until they bled. She held her position and watched him change out of his shirt, tossing it to the side of his closet, next to his laundry basket. “He couldn’t have thrown it two feet over?” she thought, but remembered his rather un-athletic capacities. Her eyes traveled over his freckled back. He had a slight farmer’s tan on his arms, which were now toned with the beginnings of biceps. His chest still had that same scar, a raised curve that went from his right clavicle to his navel ; it stood out almost proudly, a prominent reminder of his childhood on his skin. She shifted, moving her weight from one foot to the other. A creak escaped from the wooden floorboards and she winced. She wasn’t really spying on him, she justified to herself. She could play it off and say that she was going to scare him. Yeah, that’s what she’d do.To her amazement, it didn’t seem like he noticed. He had looked over his shoulder for a moment and paused, but continued to pull a new shirt over his head. But then, to her horror, he walked over to the door and pushed it open.“Johanna!” he exclaimed, opening up his arms to envelop her in a hug. She smiled, breathing him in. He smelled the same – that same cologne she had gotten him for his birthday before she left, mixed with istanbul travesti a scent she could only describe as warm. She wrapped her arms around him and looked up at him.He was handsome, now, instead of that boyish-cute that he was before she left. His face had become longer and had filled out. His cheeks had lost the slight amount of baby fat left over from his high school years, and were covered in a sparse expanse of soft, brown hair. He hoped she didn’t notice how fast his heart was beating when she was wrapped in his arms. She looked different – instead of the ponytail he was accustomed to her wearing, she had her dark hair down in soft waves. She had a small nose ring, too, that glistened when she moved her head. It suited her.He came back to reality and pulled her into his room, retreating to his desk chair. “How’ve you been?” he asked, scooting over the floorboards to sit closer to where she had sat on the edge of his bed, nudging the piles of clothes under his bed. “Sorry that my room’s a mess, I didn’t think that you would be here so soon.”She laughed, covering her mouth like she always had to hide the small gap between her two front teeth that she was still so self-conscious about. “I’m good, just stopping by to say hello to my favorite neighbor and stuff,” she smiled, crossing her legs. He raised his eyebrow in mock surprise. “What, Mr. Pryors wasn’t home?” “I went there first, actually, but he wasn’t home so I had to settle for you.”“Aww,” Trevor pouted. “So you came all the way over here to bother me?”The gap in her teeth appeared again. “Just like old times,” she replied. “Anyway, I just came by to say hello. I have to go out and run errands for Mom, but do you want to hang out later? Maybe watch a movie? Let me beat you at Mario Kart or something?” He smiled back at her. “Deal.” The clock read 2:11am on the DVR. They had long since finished Mario Kart (which she beat him at) and the few beers he had in the back of his fridge. Now she had her legs draped over his as they sat on the old couch in his living room. Her long legs were darker as a result of the beginning summer months, and now her skin seemed to have deeper dimensions. He reached over her and grabbed his drink from the ring of its sweat on the table, trying to distract himself from looking at her. She had fallen asleep during the movie they were watching – some 80’s buddy cop movie that she had picked out. He wished that he could move out from under her legs, but he didn’t want to wake her. The lukewarm beer only served as a momentary distraction, and he found his eyes wandering back over her legs, up her torso, and to her chest. The only sound in the room was her soft breathing and the hum of the television on the loading screen for the movie. As he reached back over her to put his beer down, she stirred. istanbul travesti Her arms reached over her head as her stomach emerged from under her tank-top, a sigh escaping her mouth as she stretched. He cleared his throat, looking down at his phone as a momentary distraction. It didn’t work, however, and his eyes kept going back to her thigh and how his fingers twitched as he imagined running his His fingers twitched as he thought about running his hand over her thigh. He almost ached, imagining the contrast of his skin against hers. His reverie was broken as she squirmed slightly – was she dreaming? Of what? He told himself that her hands were cold, and that’s why they moved between her thighs. Feeling his cock throb underneath her, he shifted on the couch“Oh, sorry,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “Was I asleep for awhile?” He nodded, putting his phone down on the arm of the couch. “Yeah, for most of the movie. Not a big deal, though. I liked watching you sleep. Not in a creepy way, I mean-“ He was interrupted by her laughing, stifled slightly by the hand that covered her mouth. “You’re such an idiot,” she giggled, shifting her legs on his lap and throwing a pillow at him. “I did miss it a little, though.”“Oh?” he said, his eyebrow raised in surprise after he dodged the airborne missile. “I thought you just hated it when I teased you? You sure did when we were back in high school. Remember when we’d play that one game?” He turned on the couch, facing her with one of his legs tucked underneath of him, leaning over and putting one of his hands on her thigh. “Chicken?” He could have sworn that he saw her blush, somewhere under her dark skin. His hand moved an inch up her thigh, the alcohol causing him to be more bold than usual. “I’m not a chicken,” she said, her chin jutting out defiantly as she ignored his fingers moving steadily up her thigh. “You’ve just had too much to drink.” He rolled his eyes, his fingers traveling up another inch as he leaned in closer to her. “Then tell me to stop, Jo,” he breathed, his mouth dangerously close to her ear. She shivered, her teeth digging into her lower lip as his hand reached the hem of her shorts and tugged playfully. “All you have to do is tell me, and I will,” he murmured, his lips connecting with her earlobe.She almost squirmed, but instead pulled away from his mouth and put her hand on his wrist, gripping it. “What if I don’t, Trevor?” she challenged him, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. “What if I played along with your teasing for once?”She pulled away and swung her legs around him, straddling his lap. Pushing the dark waves of her hair back, she wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. “Are you a chicken, Trevor?” she purred, her nails scraping his scalp, causing him to moan softly as he istanbul travesti looked up at her in disbelief. “I’m no chicken,” he growled, gripping her waist and holding her firmly against him. She smiled, moving her fingers from his hair to his lips, where she ran her thumb over his boyish pout. “Ooh, looks like I hit a nerve… but if you aren’t a chicken, then what are you waiting for?” she asked, feigning innocence. He met her lips with his firmly, impatiently, his hands loosening his grip on her waist and instead wrapping around her back. Her lips pressed against his eagerly, her mouth opening to his. He loved the way she tasted, the scent of her breath reaching his nostrils as they touched tongues.Inhaling her fading perfume on the side of her neck, his hands traveling to her ass as his fingertips dug into her, standing up and wrapping her legs around his waist. She looked around her, gripping him, confused until they walked down the hallway that led to his bedroom. He reached the edge of his bed and tossed her onto his comforter, gracelessly falling on top of her as his hands slid and grasped at her clothing and skin. She chuckled, almost nervously, at his sudden eagerness, the laugh turning into a moan as his mouth descended on the underside of her jaw as he hovered over her, his teeth brazenly grazing her chin and moving lower to her clavicle as his hands hurriedly pulled off her shirt and toyed with the clasp of her bra. Her hands moved to his back as she pulled off his shirt, revealing his freckled shoulders and firm chest. Leaning against the headboard, she pulled away from him and traced the scar from its beginning to the ending by his stomach with the tip of her tongue. He started to breathe harder at her touch, leaning back down over her and pressing her into his pillows. “Hey,” he whispered, his face flushed and his lips reddened from their kiss. “You okay with this?” he asked, his fingers clumsily running over her side, shifting as he propped himself up over her. To his relief, she nodded, brushing back a piece of her hair from her face.Johanna moaned softly, his shifting causing his knee to press dangerously between her legs, causing her skirt to move higher up her thighs. Blushing, she met her eyes after a moment and moved her hips against his leg, aching for there to be less fabric restricting them. “Hey, hold on a second, will you?” she grinned, pushing him back and getting off of his bed, motioning for him to sit against the pillows.“What are you doing?” he asked, confused, his curly hair now unruly. She chuckled, putting her finger on her lips in an effort to shush him. She moved her hands down her chest and over her torso, her waist indented from the curve of her hips and thighs, her fingers casually unzipping her skirt and dropping it to the floor carelessly, as if he wasn’t in the room. Each inch of bare skin demanded more of his undivided attention. She went further, to his delight, reaching behind her and unhooking the fabric that held her breasts high on her chest. The bra, made of a lacy black fabric, gave way to show a pair of full breasts with dark, pointed nipples.
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