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**This story is based off of a dream I had a while back, and I was encouraged to write it down. It’s my very first story, so please be kind. And thank you for taking the time to read it.**
Sophie had done it. She had made a Literotica profile. Oh lord. If her mother knew, she would kill her. Actually, scratch that, her mother would think it was funny. If her father knew, he would have a heart attack, and once he recovered, he would look up ways to have her committed. Sophie was a good girl. She didn’t drink, do drugs, dress provocatively, curse, or do things like look up porn or erotic stories…well, the first four things she didn’t do anyway.
However, something had to give. She hadn’t had a serious relationship in 3-months and it didn’t look like she was going to have one any time soon. The dates she had been on had been lackluster at best. There was no chemistry, nothing. Even if she were going to have sex on the first date, she needed some chemistry.
But no…that’s not how Sophie did things. She had a certain set of standards, even if deemed ridiculous by her friends, and she was not going to break them now. Making the Literotica chat profile seemed like her safest option. She could talk, flirt, and get off with nothing bad coming off of it, right? And no one would know who she really was because she would not share pictures or her real number or even her real name.
Little to no risk. Easy peasy.
Less than three weeks after creating her profile, Sophie had met the most incredible people. She didn’t realize how much she needed the anonymity to be able to talk the way she wanted to without fear of being judged or ridiculed. The guys she had met. Wow. Not all of them had been winners, but the ones she chatted with outside of Literotica were, seemingly, great guys.
One was a smartass who surprised her with how in tune he was with a woman’s body and needs, followed by some fairly intellectual thoughts. Another was incredibly sweet and never wanted to over-step, but he was there for her when she needed someone to talk to about stuff she couldn’t share with her real-life friends. The women she talked to made her feel like she wasn’t alone in her most intimate thoughts and feelings. She had come to love and appreciate these wonderful people.
And then there was Jack.
He made her laugh every time she talked to him. The first time she tried to be even remotely erotic with him, he had distracted her to the point she forgot she was trying to seduce him. She had ended up crying laughing over him asking her to “Fold his pineapple boxers lightly and place them on the ottoman” after threatening to rip them in half and burn them if he didn’t stop interrupting her and making her laugh. He had dared her to call him once because he was convinced she was a guy, and when he acted shocked that she had actually called him, she had laughed the rest of the day over it. He said the most ridiculous things and she had come to appreciate his presence in her life, even if it would always stay online.
She had a pretty good thing going for her until one day she woke up to an email from him saying he decided he needed to put a hold on his online life. He deleted all means of communication, but not before leaving her a letter, telling her how much he appreciated their friendship and that he hoped she would get the happiness she deserved one day. She didn’t even get to say goodbye as he had already deleted his account after sending her the email. She had felt incredibly sad but knew that if this was the best thing for him, then that’s what she wanted for her friend.
Two months later:
Sophie was exhausted. She had travelled with her boss to Virginia to act as her personal assistant, and the work had been nonstop all day long. Answering calls, printing out documents, running out for coffee, and just being her personal errand girl. She hadn’t even had a chance to eat anything, and her stomach was protesting the four cups of coffee she had downed earlier in the day.
Flipping through the restaurant directory, she settled on pizza, choosing to pick it up instead of having it delivered. She needed the exercise because heaven only knew when she would türkçe altyazı porno get the chance to exercise while she was with her boss this week. Calling in the order, she slipped on her sneakers and threw on a light jacket over her t-shirt and black workout leggings.
About 10-minutes later, Sophie was standing in the small pizza parlor, waiting on her name to be called, telling her that her pizza was ready. She noticed a man standing off to the side, waiting for his order, but also glancing at her occasionally. He was attractive and tall with a kind face that seemed to be on the verge of smiling. She tried not to be obvious about noticing him, and went back to daydreaming about being back at home with her two dogs and all her creature comforts.
The server Sophie had spoken with earlier had called out her name, breaking her out of her reverie. Walking up and thanking the server for her pizza, she turned around and began to walk towards the door. The tall man she had noticed earlier had an odd, quizzical expression on his face as he stepped towards her. Thinking he was going to open the door for her, Sophie paused and smiled at him.
“Sophie?” he asked, tilting his head as he gazed down at her.
Furrowing her brow, she replied, “Um, yes? Do I know you?”
He smiled shyly and held out his hand, “Jackleg.”
No. It couldn’t be. That was Jack’s handle on Lit. Staring at his hand, then back up at him, seeing his smiling face, Sophie dropped her pizza on the nearby table and threw her arms around his neck. “OH MY GOD! JACK! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” she shrieked. Sophie thought her heart might actually burst she was so happy. Realizing she had practically knocked him over, she dropped her arms and stood back, smiling up at him, feeling like her face was going to crack from how wide her smile was.
This was him. This was the guy who had made her laugh nearly every day over the silliest things. The guy who had surprised her with his artistry and taste in music, even influencing her to like it even though she had never considered anything from that genre to be “good.” The guy who had written her the sweetest email and made her feel like she was someone special. One of the few people she had shared her picture with and revealed her real name to. And here he was, standing right there in front of her. She had to stop herself from hugging him again.
“I thought you looked familiar, but I wasn’t sure. I hated to walk up to you like some weirdo, but when the server said your name, I knew it had to be you.” Jack said, smiling a little awkwardly.
Oh god, she thought, do not knock him over with a hug again. Maintain your composure, woman. She smiled up at him and said, “Yeah, it’s me. Um, duh. Hahaha! Screw looking composed, can I hug you again?”
Nodding, he held out his arms and she embraced him. Then stepping back, she smacked him the chest. “Ow! What was that for?!” he exclaimed.
“I didn’t even get to say goodbye, you butthole! Do you know how sad that made me?” she cried.
Sobering up, he hugged her and said, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
She smiled into his hug and said, “Well, I forgive you, but don’t ever do that to me again!”
He stepped back and gave her a crooked grin, “This might seem a little forward, but…would you like to take your pizza back to my place and eat there? We can catch up, and you can verbally abuse me and take out all your frustrations on me there?”
Laughing, Sophie shook her head, then looked back at him, “Yeah, I would like that.”
Soon after, he was leading her to his car and opening the door for her. Suddenly feeling nervous and a little shy, Sophie let out a laugh and stepped in to the car and sat down. What was she doing? She didn’t really know him that well…but god, she knew what she was doing. Her heart was hammering.
He got into driver’s seat, looked over at her and in the most serious voice she had ever heard him put on, “Now would be a bad time to tell you I’m a serial killer, right?”
She burst out laughing and said, “Oh my god, just shut up and take me to your house before I change my mind.”
They listened to his music vivid porno all the way to his place, laughing and catching up on time lost. It was so easy to talk to him and relax.
Pulling into the driveway, he looked up at the house and said, “Home, sweet home. Man, that was cheesy.”
Laughing, she opened the passenger side door and got out, waiting on him as he grabbed both of the pizzas and locked the doors. She followed him to the house and waited on him to unlock the door, laughing as his pit bull mix greeted the two of them.
“Oh, hello sweetness!!” she exclaimed, scratching the dog behind the ears and smiling down at her.
“I’m going to let her out real quick. Be right back, don’t run away!” Jack said, walking off with the pizzas towards the back of the house, the dog trotting happily ahead of him.
Looking around, Sophie took in her surroundings. The house was nice and neat, and it felt homey. She couldn’t believe she was here. She felt like she couldn’t stop smiling. This might be the most ridiculous thing she had ever done.
Laughing to herself, she was about to sit down on the couch when he came back in and walked towards her. He had an intense look on his face that immediately made her heart start hammering in her chest.
Gazing up at him and, in a somewhat scratchy voice, said, “Where is your dog?”
Brushing the hair out of her face gently, he said, “She’ll be alright for a few minutes…I just…I have been waiting for a long time to do this, Soph. I can’t wait any longer.”
He cupped her face with his hand, curling it around the back of her neck, and pulled her towards him.
The kiss was electric. The instant their lips met, Sophie felt the breath rush out of her body. She could hear a buzzing in her ears. She could smell the cologne on his skin, warm and masculine. She ran her hands up the front of his shirt and pulled herself closer to him, standing on her tip toes to reach his mouth and kiss him, softly at first, then more urgently. His lips were surprisingly soft, filled with the same urgency she felt. His hands were on the side of her face, and he kissed her like she were the first and last person he ever wanted to kiss. He tasted sweet and warm.
She could feel his hands, running up and down her back and arms, up into her hair. His hands and fingers were impatient, almost unsteady, as he pulled her top off and unfastened her bra. Just as impatiently, Sophie’s own hands pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans, and then he was yanking her leggings down and off of her.
They did all this somewhat breathlessly and Sophie couldn’t help but let out a giddy laugh. Hearing her, Jack chuckled and looked up, then stopped mid-laugh, staring at her like he couldn’t get enough of her. Flushing from head to toe, Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck.
As if knowing what she wanted, he lifted her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. Pressing her against the wall, they resumed kissing each other wildly, his hands reaching around to cup her firm bottom, squeezing it as he explored her mouth with his tongue.
Gasping, she broke away from his mouth to trail kisses up his jawline to his ear, taking the lobe and sucking on it gently, whispering, “Now, Jack. I need you now.”
Groaning low in his throat, Jack shifted his position and aimed himself at her wet, aching center. Slowly he slid up inside of her, allowing her to grow accustomed to him, her legs tightening around his waist as she felt him stretch her and fill her. She buried her face into his neck and let out a shaky sigh. She then began moving in rhythm to his deep thrusts, slowly rocking her hips into him, digging her fingers into his shoulders. She could feel herself beginning to reach the peak of her orgasm, gasping and grunting with each thrust, almost whimpering into his neck.
As if he could read her mind, he pushed her back into the wall and began thrusting into her harder and faster, each thrust hitting her most sensitive spots with precision. Within seconds, she began to tremble and cry out, screaming his name as she came hard against his thrusts.
Jack pressed himself against her, still inside of her and let woodman casting porno her ride out her orgasm before carrying her over to the couch, kissing her sweat-dampened shoulders. The feel of his body against hers was so intoxicating, she shivered. He lifted her off of him and turned her around to bend over the back of the couch. He slowly kissed down the length of her spine, hands trailing down her sides to her hips as if he were memorizing her curves with his fingers. He began rubbing his slick hardness against her bottom, and then, without warning, slid into her aching core once more.
Leaning forward and moaning, Sophie closed her eyes and let the sensation of him against her wash over her. She pushed her bottom back towards him as he slowly thrust into her. Long, slow, deliberate thrusts…it felt so good, it almost hurt. He then began thrusting harder and deeper, causing her to cry out and moan his name over and over again. Sophie felt herself clamp down right as her second orgasm hit her, gasping out his name in a breathy moan.
Face down against the back of the couch cushions, slick with sweat, Sophie leaned harder into them, hands grasping the fabric, and whimpered through wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She felt him pull out of her, gently pulling her up to stand and turning her around to cup her face in his hands. He kissed her mouth once more, then kissed her chin, her throat.
He pressed into her body with his own…he was hot and hard, and it made her entire body tremble. He palmed her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, causing her to suck in a breath. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, eliciting a sharp exhalation from her lips. He bent and took the nipple into his mouth, and she thought she might collapse on the floor right then and there.
This was the sweetest torture she had ever been through, and she didn’t know if she could take another minute of it. Just when she thought she’d lose all her senses, he broke away from her and motioned for her to jump up into his arms and wrap her legs around his waist once more.
As he carried her to his bedroom, Sophie nuzzled into Jack’s neck and left delicate kisses along his jawbone, lightly licking and nipping at the sensitive skin below it, tasting the salt from his sweat on her tongue. She could feel his arms tightening around her as she did this, keeping her securely in his grip. He laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her fiercely. She gripped his shoulders and kissed him back, running her legs on the outside of his, wanting him to be closer.
He nestled in between her legs and came fully inside of her in one swift motion, his arms coming up under her back, holding her closely to his chest. She sucked in a breath, lost in the white hot sensation of him moving against her. He gripped her hair and kissed her, doing dirty, delicious things to her until she lost all sense of what was going on around her. She felt him begin to thrust into her harder, more purposefully, knowing he was about to have his own release, which, in turn sent her over the edge one last time, screaming out his name and writhing beneath him. He tensed and let out a long groan as he came inside of her, breathing heavily, his forehead against hers.
After a moment, he rolled over to his side, rolling her with him, still connected. He took her chin in his hand and lifted her face to meet his so that he could kiss her lips softly and tenderly, their noses brushing up against each other. Closing her eyes, Sophie let out a breath and struggled to bring her breathing under control. He lightly ran his fingers through her long, thick brown hair and let out a shaky sigh. She nestled into his chest and listened to his ragged breathing and stuttering heartbeat and felt oddly pleased with herself.
She began to think about the events that led up to this moment: from the moment she saw him at the pizza parlor, to the drive to his house, to that moment in the front room…and then she burst out laughing.
“Oh my GOD.”
Jack looked down at her, puzzled, a slight smile on his lips, “What?”
Her body was shaking so hard from her mirth, she could barely get the words out, “You…actually…own…pineapple…boxers!”
He grinned and pulled her closer. “Focus woman. I won’t let you rip them up, but I will show you how to fold them ginger…OW!” he cried and laughed as Sophie pinched his nipple and then grabbed his face for one more long, lingering, dreamy kiss.
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