“So tell me, why don’t you drive long distances?” I asked Damian.
We were currently in the kitchen, where he was making some pasta baked with sausages. I had never had that, but it smelled really nice already, and I planned on enjoying it.
“Long story,” he laughed.
“We have all evening,” I told him “And why are you laughing? Hope it’s not something lame?”
“No no, it’s nothing like that,” he replied “Give me a minute.” He put his pasta mixture in the oven and came to stand between my legs. I was sitting on the kitchen counter, beside the tap.
“What are you doing?” I inquired.
“What?” he asked like he didn’t know what I was talking about.
“Why are you standing here?” I clarified.
“I just like it,” he responded, and I laughed.
“Okay, explain yourself,” I urged him.
“Okay, so when I just started my bachelor studies, my dad got me a car, and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to go on a trip with a few friends, in my new car,” he started off “We left early in the morning, and it was all fun and games until my right arm got a cramp and I couldn’t even move it, it was horrible,” he explained.
“Oh my God,” I exclaimed “Please tell me you all figured something out.”
“Within seconds my entire body was cramped and it hurt so bad when I tried to move. I became completely static, and all that was in my mind was the fact that we were going to die, and I would be the cause of my friend’s death. My friends tried to help, but to no avail, and within seconds, we were crashing into a roadside fast food restaurant. It was crazy,” I could feel him trying to hold back the pain, so I hugged him, and he hugged me back.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. We remained like that for a while, until he decided to finish his story.
“I only remember waking up to my mother crying beside me, and when they were cautious enough. She and my dad told me my friends were fine, and no one in the restaurant was injured since it was just opening, and there was no one there yet. My dad had to pay the restaurant owner for damages though, but the entire experience made me really scared of driving, and even entering a car for a while” he concluded.
“I’m so sorry Damian, I would be scared of driving too if that happened to me,” I tried consoling him.
“Thank you, it's fine,” he replied, letting go of me “I’m sure the pasta is ready,” he said, bringing out the pasta from the oven. The smell hit me immediately;
“Oh God,” I moaned “Smells like heaven,” I complimented.
“Tastes even better,” he boasted.
“Hmm overconfidence,” I commented.
“It’s not that, I trust my hands,” he said.
“Okay sir, let’s serve this and test your skills,” I said, and we laughed.
He put small amounts on two plates, and carried both of them to the living room, while I took two water bottles from the fridge and followed him. We set everything on the dining table and sat down. I picked up a piece of pasta with a fork and ate it.
“Mmm, taste good,” I complimented; he didn’t know I was tasting to see if it was something I could actually eat, there were a lot of things I just didn’t like.
“Just that, taste it again,” he instructed.
That time around, I took a forkful, with everything else; sausages and all, and ate.
“Oh my God, it’s yummy,” I exclaimed, rolling my eyes because it was actually that good.
“Told you,” he smiled.
“Stop smiling, it’s not bad,” I lied.
“Please, the compliment is all over your face,” he said.
“What,” I was confused, was there something on my face? I touched it.
“No silly, you're blushing so hard, so I know you’re enjoying it,” he clarified to me.
“Don’t call me silly, silly,” I joked with him.
“But you just called me silly too,” he remarked.
“Okay, it’s 50/50, no more silly remarks,” I said. He put his hands up in surrender.
We ate in silence, mostly on the phone, but it didn’t seem rude.
When we were done, he offered to wash the dishes, and I let him because I was that lazy, but while he washed and rinsed, I dried them.
“Can I ask you the last question for the night,” I asked him.
“Go ahead,” he replied.
“It’s a little intrusive,” I continued.
“Is it about Ann,” he asked in a low tone, not looking at me.
“Yes,” I whispered, feeling a little guilty, but still wanting to know.
“What do you want to know?”
“How long have you been together?”
“Three years,” he answered, then turned around and leaned on the counter.
“I met her in my second year of university, and since then it’s been just her. We’ve had a lot of fights this year though, and I sensed the break-up coming already,” he explained.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized to him for the millionth time that night.
“It’s fine,” he said, then smiled at me.
“What?” I asked him, smiling along with him because I couldn’t help it.
“You didn’t sleep here last night,” he tells me. Ohh.
“I had dinner with someone,” I said, suddenly remembering Caleb hadn’t reached out ever since.
“Ohh, dinner that lasted all night, I see,” he noted.
“I went home,” I suddenly felt bad.
“What’s wrong,” he inquired.
“He hasn’t reached out to me since he dropped me off this morning,” I told him.
“I’m sorry,” it was his turn to console me “Maybe he is busy,” he suggested.
“Yeah maybe,” I said. Something in me was already giving ghosted vibes, but I didn’t want to discuss that with him, I had shared enough.
“Well, thanks for dinner, I should go to bed early, I have work and classes tomorrow,” I said, trying to run away.
“It’s still six p.m. too early, let’s watch a movie, or better still play a video game to drown away our sad lives,” he joked, and I laughed.
“Ha, speak for yourself,” I countered him “What games do you have in mind?” I asked.
“You don’t wanna watch a movie?” he questioned.
“Needs too much concentration, I just wanna have fun,” I said excitedly. I didn’t know how to play any video games, but I was open to learning.
“Which do you play? I’ll play any,” he said.
“What do you have,” I asked.
“Ps?” he suggested.
“Okay,” I said, “I don’t know anything about playing that.” Laughing, I went on “The only video game I ever played was mortal kombat and I was twelve, but I wanna learn,” I confessed.
“Favorite player”
“Sonia,” I laughed again, and he joined me this time around.
Two hours later, Damian was laughing his ass off on the floor. He had been teaching me, but I kept messing up. All I could do was select my players, but I kept confusing the controls when it came to playing.
“You can’t keep laughing at me, I’m still learning,” I told him.
“I know, I know, it’s just funny that you keep running away from the ball instead of kicking it,” he laughed on. I checked my phone, and it was time to go to bed.
“Okay,” I said standing up “I have to wake up early tomorrow, we’ll continue this another day”
“You want to leave me here alone?” he pouted.
“I’m sorry, just school and all that, I need to rest”
“I get it,” he said standing up and turning off the game.
“Thanks for tonight, the food, and game,” I thanked him.
“It’s nothing, was an honor, just make sure you actually go to bed, don’t start worrying about unnecessary things, we don’t want this apartment to turn gray because of your bad mood,” he joked, smiling broadly.
“Okay Damian, just make sure you don’t cry yourself to sleep, we don’t want to wake up to a river in the house,” I returned his joke, smiling too.
“Goodnight Ash”
“Goodnight Damian.”
Five days had passed since I started school and I was stressed already. It wasn’t about the lessons, they weren’t tough, I just didn’t like stress, and classes were stressful to me. But work was fun; I worked as a web developer for an IT company, thanks to my online classes. Since I only had to go to school three times a week, and in the evening, I worked during the day on school days and went to school at night. It was also five days since Caleb, and I was getting in my feels, I felt used. Yes, I had not messaged or called because he had made a promise, I wasn’t the one who had to get in contact with him. Leaving school on Friday night was the best; it reminded me of the long and cool weekend. I looked at my phone, and it indicated that Caleb was online; I hadn’t seen him online all week either. “Hey,” I messaged him. “Hey,” his reply came back almost immediately. What the fuck, I thought. “You’re alive?” I asked him. “I’m sorry, my phone had an issue,” he explained. “For five
Damian was kneeling down on his bed, two knees and his left arm down, while he stroked himself hard in a vertical motion with his right hand. His dick was fucking big, his eyes were tightly shut, and his mouth remained agape, letting out the most erotic moans I had ever heard, and I realized he was stark naked.My eyes raked over his body and remained transfixed on his hand movements on his dick. Swallowing the saliva in my mouth, I crossed my legs, to help control myself because I was dripping wet. I imagined him pummeling me instead of his hands, touching me, calling my name. God, I needed to be fucked so bad. I was so aroused by what he was doing, that for a split second, I thought of taking down my pants and touching myself.“Fuck,” he let out.Fuck, I thought to myself.He was so wet and aroused you could hear the slickness as he pumped hard with his hand. His left arm fisted the sheets so hard I thought it would give way, and his groans and moans of pleasure were like erotic mus
Saturdays back home were always the highlight of my week. I would return home for the weekend and enjoy my mother's delicious homemade meals. However, things were different at Wyvern. It was Saturday, and instead of enjoying a day off, I found myself working. The weight of this made me feel like crying, but I held onto the hope that it was a half-work day. It was already 2 p.m., leaving me with just one more hour of work.Once I finished my tasks, I was stressed. Deciding to release this tension, I opted for a relaxing bath. Afterward, I headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal for myself while engaging in a phone conversation with my mom.With my plate of food in hand, I made my way to the dining table. Eating alone felt somehow lonely, as I was already used to eating with Damian, but he was not home. To fill the void, I watched TikTok videos during my meal. It was then that I realized I hadn't explored much since moving to Wyvern. Perhaps I could take a short walk, I contemplated. Ho
“What next?” Damian asked me. We had been playing Never Have I Ever for over fifteen minutes, and had run out of questions. It did discover a few things about him though, like he had never been drunk, he had never cheated on a girl before, and he was always serious about any relationship he was getting into.I gave him a corky smile “Can I ask you something?”“Sure, go ahead,” he urged.“Don’t be offended,” I said.“Go ahead,”“How old are you?” I asked, a little shy. He burst into laughter, making me feel embarrassed.“Stop laughing,” I commanded, but he didn’t.“I’m sorry,” he apologized after a while, starting to cough “Why do you want to know how old I am?”“Just to know, but it's fine if you don’t want to tell”“I’m 25,” he said, “What about you?” he asked.“22,” I replied.“Okay cool,” he said “Satisfied?”“Yeap”“Should we continue with the games?” he asked, eyebrow raced.“That’s fine by me. What should we play next?”“I suggested the first, now is your turn,” he said.I was f
“Ouch,” I shouted when I hit the bed, laughing so hard. The way Damian picked me up when I chose his room was hilarious; he was too fast with that. But he had no time for jokes because within seconds he was on me, sucking on my navel, touching me all over with his left hand, and undoing the buttons on my top with his right hand. He was good with that and I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my mouth.“Your body is so soft, it feels fucking good,” he said when he stopped sucking my navel and sat up to unbutton my top with both hands. I didn’t know how to reply to that, so I just smiled at him.“Ahh,” I cried out in ecstasy when he sucked one of my nipples through my bra. He kept on going, sucking from one nipple and I’d had enough, I needed him to hold the whole thing, so I lifted myself up, ready to take off my bra.“Hey hey, what are you doing?” he asked, stopping me mid-removal. He took off my hands and shook his head.“I want to take it off,” I said, confused.“I’m taking my time
I had just finished my assignment when Dam entered the living room.“I’ve never seen you writing in here,” he told me.“I’m doing an assignment, and I needed a new scenario before I lost my mind,” I responded.“Ohh okay,” he said. He looked like he wanted to say something, and I already imagined what he wanted to talk about, but I didn’t want to talk about it.I picked up my books “I’m done though, gonna go shower,” I said, standing up and running to my room. I heard him call my name, but I quickly went in and shut my door.Okay, it was one thing to be very bold at night, but the same confidence didn’t apply during the day, at least for me. Dam had given me a night of pleasure, and I even ended up sleeping in his room, but waking up in the morning and feeling a tad too conscious was not a good thing for me. So I left before he woke up, and I spent all of Saturday and Sunday in the school library, only coming in at night and running to the silence of my room.It was Monday and I’d been
"What are you doing?" Dam asked me."What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked back."What time is it?" he asked.It was three in the morning, and I hadn't slept all night. I couldn't sleep because of my arousal, and even trying to satisfy myself didn't help. My pussy was constricted and refused satisfaction from my hands. In my head, I just thought maybe it was because I knew there was someone next door who could make it loose.I snuck into Dam's room and saw that he was sleeping with the lights on. He had a hard-on like I thought he would since it was practically morning already. I tried to wake him but he just tossed and turned. When I removed his blanket, I saw that he was naked. His body looked tempting, and for a split second, I thought of giving him a blow job, but I ruled against that because I had a rule of receiving first before ever giving.I couldn't resist touching him though, running my hands over his hairy chest and down to his flat stomach. I touched his dick and he s
I had been bowling for some time, but none of my balls managed to knock down all the pins. So I took a break to get some water to quench my thirst. Dam was laughing uncontrollably beside me, and I scowled at him."It's not funny," I snapped at him."But it is," he said, still laughing. "How have you not been able to get all your balls in even once?" he asked."These things are cursed," I grumbled. "I'm usually good at bowling," I told him, which only made him laugh even harder."How long has it been since you went bowling?" he asked, finally stopping his laughter."About three months," I replied."Maybe you just need more time to get used to it again," he suggested."I've seen people bowl so well the first time they try it," I told him."Maybe it was just luck," he suggested, shrugging."Maybe," I agreed. "Anyway, I'm thirsty," I informed him."Okay, there's a bar over there," he pointed to the left. "We can get drinks there.""Okay."He got a beer, and I got a bottle of chilled mango
I was jolted awake by a loud persistent banging noise. Disoriented and groggy, I tried to make sense of what was going on. The noise continued, growing louder and more persistent with each passing moment.Panic rising in my chest, my first thought was looking for a safe place to hide, and any object to defend myself with. The banging continues and I get more scared. I stumble out of bed and make my way to my shoe stand, picking up a high-heeled shoe, ready to use the heel on whoever it was.“Ash,” I heard someone shout from outside. The fact that whoever it was knew my name made me even more scared.“Ash common,” the voice said again, and I realized who it was. “Dam?” I said to myself. Why was he knocking on my door at that time of the night? I checked my phone to be sure of the time, and it was two o’clock in the morning.I rushed and opened my door, but there was no one there. Then I heard the knocking again, and then I realized it came from the main entrance. I opened the door, and
“Wait, so all you did was refuse to live together and y’all weren’t friends anymore?” Dam asked after staying silent for some time. “That was what started everything. Other things contributed to it, but I don’t want to talk about that now,” I replied. There was more to it, and I was already feeling bad enough. “Okay,” he said. “Do you want to go back inside or let’s just go back home?” “I wanna go home, my spirit is down already,” I looked at him “Sorry, I spoiled your fun night.” “If anybody spoiled the night it was me and my random questions, baby, it's fine, you didn’t do anything,” he said, laughing. We went back home and I decided to call it a night, but I remembered something when I got to my room and just thought to clear the air while it was early. I went to Dams room and he was talking on the phone, so I waited for him to finish. “My buddy is coming over tonight,” he informed me as soon as he got off the phone. “You have more friends?” I asked him. He had friends comin
I had been bowling for some time, but none of my balls managed to knock down all the pins. So I took a break to get some water to quench my thirst. Dam was laughing uncontrollably beside me, and I scowled at him."It's not funny," I snapped at him."But it is," he said, still laughing. "How have you not been able to get all your balls in even once?" he asked."These things are cursed," I grumbled. "I'm usually good at bowling," I told him, which only made him laugh even harder."How long has it been since you went bowling?" he asked, finally stopping his laughter."About three months," I replied."Maybe you just need more time to get used to it again," he suggested."I've seen people bowl so well the first time they try it," I told him."Maybe it was just luck," he suggested, shrugging."Maybe," I agreed. "Anyway, I'm thirsty," I informed him."Okay, there's a bar over there," he pointed to the left. "We can get drinks there.""Okay."He got a beer, and I got a bottle of chilled mango
"What are you doing?" Dam asked me."What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked back."What time is it?" he asked.It was three in the morning, and I hadn't slept all night. I couldn't sleep because of my arousal, and even trying to satisfy myself didn't help. My pussy was constricted and refused satisfaction from my hands. In my head, I just thought maybe it was because I knew there was someone next door who could make it loose.I snuck into Dam's room and saw that he was sleeping with the lights on. He had a hard-on like I thought he would since it was practically morning already. I tried to wake him but he just tossed and turned. When I removed his blanket, I saw that he was naked. His body looked tempting, and for a split second, I thought of giving him a blow job, but I ruled against that because I had a rule of receiving first before ever giving.I couldn't resist touching him though, running my hands over his hairy chest and down to his flat stomach. I touched his dick and he s
I had just finished my assignment when Dam entered the living room.“I’ve never seen you writing in here,” he told me.“I’m doing an assignment, and I needed a new scenario before I lost my mind,” I responded.“Ohh okay,” he said. He looked like he wanted to say something, and I already imagined what he wanted to talk about, but I didn’t want to talk about it.I picked up my books “I’m done though, gonna go shower,” I said, standing up and running to my room. I heard him call my name, but I quickly went in and shut my door.Okay, it was one thing to be very bold at night, but the same confidence didn’t apply during the day, at least for me. Dam had given me a night of pleasure, and I even ended up sleeping in his room, but waking up in the morning and feeling a tad too conscious was not a good thing for me. So I left before he woke up, and I spent all of Saturday and Sunday in the school library, only coming in at night and running to the silence of my room.It was Monday and I’d been
“Ouch,” I shouted when I hit the bed, laughing so hard. The way Damian picked me up when I chose his room was hilarious; he was too fast with that. But he had no time for jokes because within seconds he was on me, sucking on my navel, touching me all over with his left hand, and undoing the buttons on my top with his right hand. He was good with that and I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my mouth.“Your body is so soft, it feels fucking good,” he said when he stopped sucking my navel and sat up to unbutton my top with both hands. I didn’t know how to reply to that, so I just smiled at him.“Ahh,” I cried out in ecstasy when he sucked one of my nipples through my bra. He kept on going, sucking from one nipple and I’d had enough, I needed him to hold the whole thing, so I lifted myself up, ready to take off my bra.“Hey hey, what are you doing?” he asked, stopping me mid-removal. He took off my hands and shook his head.“I want to take it off,” I said, confused.“I’m taking my time
“What next?” Damian asked me. We had been playing Never Have I Ever for over fifteen minutes, and had run out of questions. It did discover a few things about him though, like he had never been drunk, he had never cheated on a girl before, and he was always serious about any relationship he was getting into.I gave him a corky smile “Can I ask you something?”“Sure, go ahead,” he urged.“Don’t be offended,” I said.“Go ahead,”“How old are you?” I asked, a little shy. He burst into laughter, making me feel embarrassed.“Stop laughing,” I commanded, but he didn’t.“I’m sorry,” he apologized after a while, starting to cough “Why do you want to know how old I am?”“Just to know, but it's fine if you don’t want to tell”“I’m 25,” he said, “What about you?” he asked.“22,” I replied.“Okay cool,” he said “Satisfied?”“Yeap”“Should we continue with the games?” he asked, eyebrow raced.“That’s fine by me. What should we play next?”“I suggested the first, now is your turn,” he said.I was f
Saturdays back home were always the highlight of my week. I would return home for the weekend and enjoy my mother's delicious homemade meals. However, things were different at Wyvern. It was Saturday, and instead of enjoying a day off, I found myself working. The weight of this made me feel like crying, but I held onto the hope that it was a half-work day. It was already 2 p.m., leaving me with just one more hour of work.Once I finished my tasks, I was stressed. Deciding to release this tension, I opted for a relaxing bath. Afterward, I headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal for myself while engaging in a phone conversation with my mom.With my plate of food in hand, I made my way to the dining table. Eating alone felt somehow lonely, as I was already used to eating with Damian, but he was not home. To fill the void, I watched TikTok videos during my meal. It was then that I realized I hadn't explored much since moving to Wyvern. Perhaps I could take a short walk, I contemplated. Ho
Damian was kneeling down on his bed, two knees and his left arm down, while he stroked himself hard in a vertical motion with his right hand. His dick was fucking big, his eyes were tightly shut, and his mouth remained agape, letting out the most erotic moans I had ever heard, and I realized he was stark naked.My eyes raked over his body and remained transfixed on his hand movements on his dick. Swallowing the saliva in my mouth, I crossed my legs, to help control myself because I was dripping wet. I imagined him pummeling me instead of his hands, touching me, calling my name. God, I needed to be fucked so bad. I was so aroused by what he was doing, that for a split second, I thought of taking down my pants and touching myself.“Fuck,” he let out.Fuck, I thought to myself.He was so wet and aroused you could hear the slickness as he pumped hard with his hand. His left arm fisted the sheets so hard I thought it would give way, and his groans and moans of pleasure were like erotic mus