Daria Dunlop woke up wrapped in the arms of a guy she didn’t know and her friend Cherilyn. Her memory flooded back and she remembered having sex with the guy, who was a friend of Cherilyn’s. Blair? Blake? Blane? Blane, that was it. She was trying to shake the fogginess out of her head when the other two woke up.

“Good morning,” Cherilyn said groggily. Blane just groaned. “I don’t know if we intended to spend the night,” she croaked.

“I know I didn’t,” Daria said.

Blane mumbled something into his pillow that sounded like “It’s okay.”

“Breakfast?” Cherilyn asked. She was one of those people who was wide awake the minute she woke up.

“Yeah!” Daria said. “I’m starving.”

Blane mumbled into his pillow again. This time it sounded like he said, “Fuck no.”

“Okay dear,” Cherilyn said. “Thanks for your hospitality.” Daria could hear the jest in Cherilyn’s voice. “We’re going to get out of your space babe.”

He waved goodbye and promptly went back to sleep. The two girls got up and went in search of their clothes. Both of them had shed their clothes all over the living room but eventually they got it all sorted out and they were dressed. “Oh shit,” Cherilyn said.

“What?”

“I don’t have a car here. Can you give me a lift?”

“Oh yeah, no problem.” The two women made their way down to the garage, got into Daria’s car, and headed out. “Where to?”

They talked about good places to grab breakfast on a Sunday morning and eventually found a place they agreed on. They decided it would make more sense to bring the car back to Daria’s place and leave it in the garage there, then walk to the little diner they had selected. Parking in New York City was often at a premium.

They ate a nice breakfast, talked about everything from the unseasonably warm March weather to the current state of politics. Then they finally got around to talking about men. “How long have you known Blane?” Daria asked.

“A few years,” Cherilyn said. “He’s a good guy. Totally into breasts,” she whispered.

“He was staring at mine.”

“Well who wouldn’t?” Cherilyn grinned at Daria and Daria’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“Well, anyway,” Daria changed the subject, “he seemed nice.”

“He is nice. He is definitely not a morning person though.”

“I’m surprised you’re up and at ‘em so early, honestly,” Daria said. “I seem to recall some times where no one could get you out of bed.”

“When? In college?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, in college, who isn’t tired? Classes, studying, homework, work, and then parties. It would knock any girl on her ass.”

“I guess so,” Daria agreed. “It’s amazing how things have changed.”

“Yeah, so what’s going on in your life?” Cherilyn asked.

“Well, I met a guy.”

“Just a guy?”

“A good guy. A guy I like.”

“So why did you come out last night?”

“Well it’s not serious. We’re just dating.”

“Do you want it to be serious?”

“Maybe,” Daria confessed, though it wasn’t a ringing endorsement. Daria tended to be reserved with her feelings. She didn’t want to be too forthcoming only to find out that the guy had no interest in her.

“Tell me about him.”

“His name is Ezra. Ezra Ecton. He’s an electrician, and a good one it seems. He has a loft condo in Manhattan. He’s older than we are. He’s in his mid 40s and his hair is going gray. It’s so sexy. He has gray eyes that are almost exactly like mine, it’s uncanny. He’s about my height but he’s a bigger guy. Broad shoulders, carries some extra weight. Just how I like my guys.” The pink that had faded from her cheeks flared back into them. Cherilyn knew a lot about Daria so there wasn’t anything to really be embarrassed about, but Daria flushed regardless. “He’s great in bed. We have a lot of fun, and he likes doing it doggy style.”

“He sounds perfect. So what’s wrong with him?”

“Wrong with him?”

“Yeah, no one is that perfect.”

Daria chewed her lip for a moment before answering. “Well he has this fetish.”

“Ha! I knew it! What is it?”

“It’s really not that bad, honest.”

“What is it?”

“He likes to Eiffel tower.”

“Eiffel tower?” Cherilyn said so loud that it caught some of the other diner’s attention. She quickly covered by saying, “I’ve never been there, that sounds cool!” Daria giggled and Cherilyn lowered her voice, “But what does that even mean?”

“It means that while he’s doing me doggy style, he likes it when I’m sucking another guy.” She pulled out her phone and went to Urban Dictionary.com. She searched the term and handed her phone to Cherilyn.

“It says the guys high five while doing you. Do the guys ever do that?”

“I have no idea,” Daria responded. All I know is I’m getting fucked doggy style, which I love. If it makes him happy for me to suck a guy, that’s fine with me!”

“Wow,” Cherilyn said, “it sounds like a great situation for you.”

“Yeah,” Daria smiled.

“Where do the other guys come from?”

“That’s kind of the problem… Sometimes he can find a guy to join us and other times it’s hard. Plus, it’s nice if I actually like the guy.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Yeah, so I’m kind of in the market for a regular guy who likes to have his dick sucked.”

“I’ll keep my ear to the ground,” Cherilyn said with a smile. “I feel like that should be easy to find.”

“Thanks, you’re a good friend,” Daria winked.

“Just remember, you may be getting sloppy seconds from him.” She winked.

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t care… obviously!” Daria pushed her plate away from her. “I better get out of here,” she said.

“Why?”

“I want to go meet Ezra.”

The two women paid their bill and left the diner. They said goodbye and Cherilyn turned toward the subway to start her day. Daria walked toward her apartment building. She picked up the phone and called Ezra.

“Hi Ezra,” she said after he picked up.

“Hi Daria,” she could hear the smile in his voice. “What are you up to?”

“Not a lot. Just had breakfast with a friend.”

“Cool,” he said. He paused. “Do you want to do something with me?”

“Sure,” she said, trying not to appear too eager.

“What do you want to do?” he asked. So clearly he hadn’t planned on asking her to do something specific today, but now he was asking her. Did that mean he was eager to see her, too or did that mean he felt that now she was on the phone he had no choice but to ask her? But then again, he did answer. He could have just not answered the phone if he didn’t want to talk to her. Ugh! She was so good at over thinking things.

“I don’t care,” she replied, her brain a muddle of thoughts. “Do you want to go out and…” her voice trailed off. She had just eaten so going out to eat didn’t make sense.

He picked up on her hesitation and asked, “Do you want to go for a walk? We could go to Central Park?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” she smiled. They made arrangements to meet in an hour so she went home and took a shower. She put on minimal make up and comfortable but cute clothes. She was ready just in time to meet Ezra.

He was waiting for her when she arrived, which was no surprise. He tended to be a very punctual person. Her face split in a grin when she saw him and she practically fell into his arms. “Hi,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

“Hi,” she smiled and she raised her face to his and he kissed her lightly on the lips. She felt heat course through her right to her toes. Why did they meet at the park, she wondered? Oh yeah, she didn’t want him to feel like she was just interested in sex.

They walked hand in hand around the park, talking idly. They sat on a bench for a little while. She kept moving closer to his side until she was pressed against him. Then she turned and put her feet into his lap and he pulled her closer to him again. He had one hand on her ankle and he was running his fingers over her flesh. She was wearing pants but he was able to slip his fingers under them and trail them along her skin. The fire she felt earlier traveled from her ankle to her pussy this time. She wanted him so bad.

“Do you want to…” she wasn’t even sure what she was going to ask. Did she ask him to go back to her place? Did she try to invite herself to his?

After what she felt was an awkward pause, he asked, “Do I want to what?”

“Um,” she said, “I don’t know.” She blushed.

“Do I want to go back to my place?”

She grinned. She knew better than to play poker because all of her emotions were written on her face. “That would be okay.” They both knew she was downplaying her feelings.

He laughed and she blushed but she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “I suppose it would be bad form to fuck you here, wouldn’t it?” She looked at him with surprise but he smiled and she returned his smile. “Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and away they went. They took the subway to get to his house. It was standing room only so they stood with their arms wrapped around each other, her head resting on his shoulder. When he opened the door to his loft, the butterflies in her stomach began really flapping their wings. “You okay?” he asked. She could see him searching her face, trying to understand how she was feeling.

“I’m good,” she said with a smile. She couldn’t pinpoint why she felt so nervous.

“Good.” He pulled her to him and pressed their bodies together. They were practically nose to nose. He kissed her lightly on the lips and she parted her lips for him. Then he kissed her deeper, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He was exploring her mouth with his tongue and she opened herself completely up to him.

When their kiss ended, Daria was breathing heavily. She wanted him so badly but she wasn’t as nervous as she had been. “What did you want to do?” she asked.

“I want you,” he told her. “I want you in my bed.” He picked her up with surprising ease and carried her to the bedroom. Once he had put her back on her feet, he started undressing her. He took off her t-shirt first, then unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her capris were next. Once he had those off of her, he slipped her pink polka dotted underwear to the floor. She had already kicked off her shoes. He stood up and admired her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said with awe.

She blushed and said, “Thank you.”

He stood in front of her and kept his eyes on her as he undressed himself. His t-shirt was tossed on top of hers, his pants, and then his boxers. He had slipped his shoes off somewhere but she wasn’t paying any attention to them anyway.

“You’re sexy,” she said and he smiled. Then it was like a predator attacking his prey. He moved swiftly toward her, taking her right off her feet and placing her gently on the bed. He was on top of her, his right leg between her legs, his arms supporting his weight so that he wasn’t too heavy on her. He leaned in and kissed her.

This kiss ignited the passion inside her. Her toes curled and her heart raced. His tongue probed her mouth and her eyes fluttered closed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and curled her fingers in his hair. His graying hair was just long enough for her to run her fingers through. He broke their kiss and nibbled his way up her jaw line to just behind her ear. She felt fire flood through her when he gripped her neck between his teeth. He didn’t bite hard, but it was enough for her to practically lose her mind.

He pushed her legs further apart and slipped his cock inside her. He only thrust twice and then he pulled out. She groaned. “Nooo.”

“Patience, dear,” he said with laughter in his voice and she groaned again.

“But I want you inside me.”

“I know you do, but I would think you would rather me in you from behind.”

“Well,” she said and let her voice hiss out between her teeth, “that may be my preference, but I’ll take you inside me any way I can get.” She had a moment of panic when she wondered if she was being too forthcoming, but she squashed it down and looked up into his eyes. “Do you want to take me from behind?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’d love to.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile, “but you’ll have to get off of me if you want me to turn over.”

“I know,” he said but he didn’t get off of her immediately. Instead, he nibbled the other side of her jaw and down her neck. This time, he continued down onto her breast. Nipping the tender flesh of her large breasts made her groan but it was nothing compared to when he sucked gently on her nipples. She thought she was going to lose her sanity when he did that.

“Oh god, Ezra,” she moaned loudly. She could see a grin light up his eyes but his mouth was too busy with her nipples yet. “I want you so bad,” she said.

He let her nipple go and murmured, “Not yet, my sweet.”

She groaned in frustration but she knew what he was doing was for her benefit as well. By the time he did fuck her, she would be begging for it. Quite literally, with all likelihood. “Please fuck me,” she tried asking.

“Not yet,” he said and he bit her stomach. The bite wasn’t hard but it sent a flash of heat right to her pussy.

“Now?” she said only a moment later.

“Not yet,” he repeated and he bit harder a little bit lower. She gasped at the sudden sharp pain mixed with intense pleasure.

She waited a little longer before asking again, “Now?”

“Not yet,” he said and now he was nibbling on her shaved pubic mound. She forgot all pretense of asking when his lips closed over her clit. He sucked gently and her clit came right out of its hood. He flicked his tongue across it and she wanted to cum on the spot, but she wasn’t quite there yet. Not quite… Almost…

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