Wanting More

[naughtynaughty]

The sound of a good hard pounding is wafting through the wall that separates the kitchen from my roomate’s room. Sarah, my roomate, is the picture of what everyman always wanted … she is 5’9", blonde, big boobs, and she always has some stud hanging around, pounding the shit out of her.

Don’t get me wrong, I had my share of guys, but none of them had the size that Sarah’s men had. I think I’m a pretty good looking girl, I have long light brown hair that I usually wear up. I have B cups that don’t need a bra, and an ass and legs that come from years of running track, all throughout high school and college. The problem is … I’m only 5’1", and I only weigh about 85-90 pounds, and look really young. Hell, I still get carded when I go see an R-rated movie, and I’m 22 for god’s sake. The only nice thing about being so little is that it makes my B cups look even bigger. Here’s the real issue: the only guys who take the time to go after me have little dicks, and they think that hooking up with a little girl makes them look bigger.

I know everybody says ‘it’s not the size of the ship, it’s the skill of the captain’, or something to that effect, but that’s fucking bull shit. I love a man who can bring me to orgasm without even touching my pussy, but when it comes down to the deed, I’m always left wanting more. No more 5 inch dicks for me, no matter how sweet the guy is, or how cute he is.

What I really want is one of the guys who Sarah gets with. Like Tommy the underwear model walking naked across the kitchen right now. He bends over and takes a look into the refrigerator. Soft, his cock is bigger than any guy’s I’ve been with, the only problem is that in addition to having a big one, Tommy is a big cock. He treats Sarah like shit, and fucks the shit out of her. I really want the best of both worlds … I want the best captain and the best ship.

Shaking my head at the dampness I feel staring at his perfect ass, bent over, and his cock which hangs so far down, I get up, and walk to my room. I take off the shirt I had slept in the night before, and look at myself in the mirror, my pussy totally shaved except for a thin line coming straight up from the slit, my nipples hard from thinking about Sarah and Tommy fucking, and my lack of tan lines (the benefit of me and Sarah being the only ones in the building with keys to the roof). I smile at myself, put my hair up, and slide on short running shorts, a sports bra, and my sneakers. Stepping out of my room I look towards Sarah’s door, and hear the bed start squeeking again. Time for a run to get my mind off those two.

OOC: Possible characters for this include Sarah (the voluptuous roomate), Tommy (her current stud), and another guy (my new captain).

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Harvey Johnson:

HJ to his friends is a quiet person and a bit of a loner. He's 5'10 and in good shape as he wrestled, studied a martial art and ran.. ran a lot. It increased his stamina and worked off his stress.

You see although only 5'10" tall HJ was endowed like a much bigger man and was self conscious of that fact. Actually some he'd tried to bed had taken one look at his size and said, "Oh hell no. You aren't stuffing that log into me." or words to that effect and left as quickly as they could dress and depart the premises.

Of course a few had stayed and they often returned, but HJ was looking for something other than a good lay and hadn't found it yet.

So today, like other days, it was time for a run and he chose a new park for it. Even the jock he wore under the running shorts couldn't totally hide the bluge in his crotch, but he ignored it as usual and was going through kata's to stretch out when he noticed a petite woman in shorts, sports bra straining to contain what they were supposed to hold also stretching out up the path a bit from him.

He tried his best not to be obvious as he continued and also watched her but nearly dropped his teeth when his jaw dropped as she did a couple of full splits and he could envision her doing that on the cock quickly hardening inside the pouch of his jock.

'Enough,' he thinks to himself, 'in a minute I'll burst the jock and this will be embarrassing as hell.' So with two final lunges he stands up and is off at a trot down the path coal black, shoulder legnth hair bouncing as he runs.

 

[naughtynaughty]

The park is beautiful this morning: the birds are chirping, the sun is shining brightly, and there is a cute guy staring at me. "He must be some jerkoff, staring at me so that he had something to think about when he's playing with himself later," I think to myself, as I bend over at the waist, and bring my head all the way down to my shins, my legs perfectly straight. It's then that I notice the bulge in his shorts. "Nah, it couldn't be. Probably just a trick of the morning light."

I start ignoring him, and I go through the rest of my stretching routine, lowering myself slowly into a full split, my legs pointing in totally opposite directions from each other. I work hard at maintaining my flexibility. The effort keeps my legs in shape, and my running form perfect ... not to mention the fact that I can do some really fun things in the sack. I catch a quick glimpse of him as he starts jogging by, and I wonder if maybe I hadn't been imagining his bulge.

"Not possible," I mutter, "He's either some asshole who checks out everything with tits, or some guy who thinks I'll be impressed by his four and half incher." I go into my final stretch, and I put the heel of one foot on the back of the bench, and slide my other foot back as far as I can, and lean forward, doing another split, and reaching all the way forward, resting my forehead on my shin, glad that I had shaved this morning.

"Doesn't matter, anyway," I decide. "I'll probably never see him again." With that, I check my laces, and head off down the path. Within minutes, I have a light sweat going, and am humming some little song I heard on the radio last night. I keep thinking about that guy though; I can't keep my mind on the path. "He looked so strong," I muse.

"Stop that," I think to myself, "no use thinking about every good looking asshole who checks you out." I try and concentrate on the path ahead of me which arches briefly into a lightly wooded area, and then races along the edge of the park, with the road on the right, and a stream on the left. Ahead of me, the guy from before is running, and I decide that I don't really want to be following anybody, and I should try and pass him.

 

[fifi]

Sarah

My name is Sarah, I’m 19 years old, and I had working in the park for nearly one year, where I started as a balloon seller, and then was I taking care of the flowers, the trees and the plants.
I always wanted to work in the botanical garden in Bronx where I am having my family, who lives in a downtown apartment.
Under my 18 years birthday in the local nightclub with my friends was I falling in love with a guy that I fell in love with.
But I did not know about his criminal past, and that he was member of the city’s worst motorcycle gang who lived in a ruined house near the park.

 

[TomOne]

Deleted

Maybe some other time.

 

[fifi]

Sarah

IC:As I was having a nap after my day at work in the park, was I dreaming about my two weeks summer holiday I had last year in New York City, where I felt in love with a boy who was at my same age.
The boy moved to my hometown, and we came together, until Tommy came between us, which I never wished.

 

[naughtynaughty]

OOC: I'm a little curious about how motorcycle gangs, and war zones got into this story ... Umm, fifi, if you could elaborate a little ... I would love to know. In the mean time, I suppose I was a bit hasty inviting Sarah and Tommy into the story. I was thinking they could wait until the two main characters got back to the apartment ... sorry about any confusion.

NN

 

[fifi]

OOC:

That's allright, I tried to delete my post, but I couldn't so I have edited it and is waiting for the two main characters to return as told.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

HJ:

He kept up the moderate pace and soon heard the slap of shoes closing up behind him as he ran.

He was in that mindless state of putting one foot in front of the other and just looking around at what he as passing when he spotted a pair of wood ducks on the stream up ahead.

The colors of the male were very striking and he slowed so as not to scare them off and enjoy them a bit longer. As the foot falls behind got closer he says over his shoulder without looking, "Could you slow down a bit so we don't scare off the ducks on the stream?
"He's got really pretty colors doesn't he?"

 

[naughtynaughty]

"Oh my god ... what a line." I think and roll my eyes at the guy's back. The eye roll tapers off into a stare as I take a look at that gorgeous backside. It looks so tight ... I just want to spank him. I grin at my foolishness, and slow down a little so that I can take a look at the ducks, but not so much that I can't pass him.

I look at the ducks, and realize that they actually are pretty magnificent. I jog past the man, and decide that his body really is pretty magnificent to. I would love to stay and chat with him, taking a nice long look at him, but I have long been of the opinion that very little should stop me during my run. As I passed the ducks, and the guy, I thought that he must think I am some little high school girl who he is way to old for. I guess I'm not doing anything to offset that idea, wearing my hair in pigtails today. Maybe I can play with him a little bit, it's always kind of fun.

As I run past, I bounce a little more than is considered good running form, so that he can take a nice look at my titties, and as I run on ahead, I let my ass sway a little bit more than normal. All my efforts at tormenting him are getting me a little excited, and before I know it, I'm thinking more about the dampness between my slender thighs, and less about the trail, and I bite it hard. That root just came out of nowhere, and I went sprawling onto the path.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

HJ:

The young hot looking young woman passes, but does slow to look at the ducks. He can see her smile in profile as she's looking at them.

He, on the other hand, has shifted his attention from the pretty ducks to the hotter than hell looking ass bouncing, swaying and jiggling in front of him and how he'd like to have those tight round ass cheeks in hands.

His fantasy of squeezing and kneading her great ass has him growing and stretching the elastic cup of his jock again and straining against the front of his loose short.

He slid to a stop when she tripped over a root or something. In two steps he was on one knee beside her asking if she was alright.

"Are you okay? Anything feel sprained or broken Miss?" As he's now far closer he realizes she isn't the teen he'd take her for from a distance but a young woman, in her twenties probably, and smiles at her as he awaits her to answer.

 

[naughtynaughty]

"Oh god ... I'm so stupid. I think I'm okay." I'm not okay, though. I think I sprained my ankle, but I decide to lay there for a few minutes, and maybe the pain will go away. I lay there on the path, blushing deeply, and wishing I could have seen that root earlier. I close my eyes and start laughing at myself. "I am such an idiot. Hi, my name is Heather."

I open my eyes, and look up at him, leaning down to me. I reach my hand out to shake, and I can't help but notice a shapely bulge in the front of his shorts. Nah, must stuff his jock or something. His grip is strong, and suddenly I decide that this guy is really pretty cute ... I wouldn't mind getting to know him, eventhough he's probably not packing much more than a pea shooter, not the cannon I'm looking for.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

HJ:

"Hi Heather. I'm Harvey Johnson, HJ for short," he says with a smile as he takes your hand.

"Look that ankle is already starting to swell. I have some first aid experience why don't you come over to my place and let's soak it in cold water to pull down the swelling, I'll give you an anti inflammatory like ibuprophoen and tape it for you."

As he waits a decision he looks her over a bit more closely now that the perspective and proximity allow it. 'She has great tits and a killer body,' he thinks to himself, 'but as tiny as she is one look at the HJ trouser monster and she'll be out the door too so why get my hopes up.
'However, I can at least get her ankle fixed up a bit and tape it if she lets me. Just being this close to a woman this hot is great, and so's the view down her top.'

 

[naughtynaughty]

Heather

"Well, I guess so." It'll be nice to be in the company of a good looking guy again, having been dumped by my boyfriend a little more than a month and a half ago. You are looking better and better every minute I look at you to, even if you are being a little obvious, and checking out my titties.

That's what you get you dumb little slut, I think to myself. You go and show off a little for some random guy, he's going to want to check you out. "Well, HJ, it's a pleasure to meet you, and thank god you were around, I wouldn't want to have to crawl back home." I smile at you, and use your hand to help me get up.

Gingerly I put my right foot down to see how much weight it can support, and I almost collapse, it hurts so bad. Luckily, it seems as though you had anticipated it, and you catch me, holding me gently in your arms as I wince. "I guess it hurts a little more than I thought," I mumble, smiling weakly. On the other hand, that is one powerful feeling upperbody. I wouldn't mind resting up against that late at night ... Yikes, there I am thinking about sleeping with this guy, and I only just him.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

HJ:

"Well I guess that's there's only one thing to do then Heather. Don't want to take a chance of making it worse," he says after holding you against him a tag longer and tighter than is necessary and now you know for certain that's not a sock in his shorts as a result. Socks don't grow, do they.

He bends and scoops you up into his arms and starts to carry you from the park by cutting across the grass toward an entrace as he smiles down at you nestled in his arms and says," You don't weight as much as a bag of feathers Heather.
"I hope you don't mind my being so forward."

 

[naughtynaughty]

Heather

Well well well, what have we here?, I think to myself as HJ holds me against him, and I feel his cock grow against me. Seems like it's a good size, but then he's probably some stud who thinks he's god's gift to women ... at least I'll give him a chance, see how he acts when we get to his place.

Resting in your arms feels wonderful, and I nestle my head on your shoulder almost subconciously. My shorts, very short to begin with, are bunching up very high on my darkly tanned thighs, and it occurs to me that maybe I should adjust them down a little bit for the sake of modesty. But, thinking that maybe I'm turning you on, I decide to leave them as they are.

"You don't weight as much as a bag of feathers Heather," you say, and I almost laugh at the rhyme. Especially not to you, you stud muffin, I think, and smile at my own stupidity.

"You know the old saying 'flattery will get you nowhere'?" I ask, "well, it's bullshit. Thank you for the compliment ... there's no reason to apologize."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

HJ:

He laughs and says, "Glad to hear that. In that case expect alot of sincere compliments as I feel they're warrented and I'll hope that "flattery gets me everywhere" instead of "nowhere". His face flushes a bit at the blatant innuendoe but he doesn't look away from you.

"Oh do you have a car to move? If so there's room in my driveway and it should be safe there. Just thought of that Heather the feather," and he really laughs now.

 

[naughtynaughty]

Heather

Your keeping eye contact now, and that startles me. Usually when I am talking to a guy who thinks he's big time, he's checking out my breasts, ass, other girls ... but not you, you're brown eyes are holding my own, and I can't peel myself away. Something about the way you are looking at me makes me feel perfectly safe with you, makes you seem more genuine.

"No ... I, uh ... I ... what? oh, car ... no. I, uh ... live right across the street, I just walk over." God, I must sound like a blithering school girl ... I'm terrible. As you laugh, I feel the muscles in your arms tighten beneath me, and I feel so good. I take one hand off of my stomach where it had been resting, and casually rest it on your chest. As we get closer to your car, I suddenly can't wait for you to play doctor on me, even if it is only my ankle.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

HJ:

It seems we live across the two square block park from each other for you're carried through the exit, when there's a break in traffic across the avenue and up a driveway to a "stand alone" old two story commercial building.

You're balance on one arm as he fishes keys from the inside of his shorts, knuckles rubbing your ass and pussy which can't be helped and makes his flush again then the door's unlocked and opened.

Inside the downstairs is a huge great room that includes a kitchen and over in one corner a free standing fireplace, across the way a jaccuzzi with living room furniture scattered around, a dining area, an exercise machine like a BowFlex and big screen TV and stereo on a wall.

The bottoms of the windows facing the street have been painted black but sunlight shines through the tops of them. A staircase leads to a second floor, presumably bedroom or rooms.

"Welcome to my home Heather," he says in a soft voice as he again looks into your eyes when you look up at him after scanning the room.

 

[naughtynaughty]

Heather

My emotions run the gamut as you switch to carrying me with one arm. I am impressed, of course, that you could do that without so much as a grunt of effort, then enraged quickly followed by excited, when you graze my pussy and ass through nothing but my running shorts. Then, as my excitement subsided a little bit, my heart almost melts when I see you blush a little in embarassment.

I take a chance and look around your apartment, taken aback slightly at the affluence in which you live. "Your place is gorgeous," I say as I look around. The black paint on the windows is a little weird, but hey, why be picky? It was probably like that when he moved in. As you sit me down on one of the couches, I let my hand rest on your bicep and I look up at you. "Thank you for doing this, HJ, I don't know what I would have done without you."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

HJ:

"Oh you'd have managed just fine, if not as easily Heather. Like the place do ya? Good. I work from here and live here too. Makes it damned convienent. Don't have to dress for an office just roll out of bed and I'm at work," he laughs.

"What would you like to drink. I have alcoholic and non alcoholic so take your pick. Then I'll play doctor with you." (not realizing the double entendre at all as he says it)

 

[naughtynaughty]

heather

"Actually, I'd love a beer ... It's not to early is it? I don't want you to think I'm an alcoholic or anything ... I just sort've want to unwind, and I think that I need ... I'm rambling ... sorry." I look down, embarassed that I am so nervous around you, and I notice that I am covered with dirt from the spill that I took.

"I don't suppose I could clean up a little, could I? I guess I got a little dirty earlier. Maybe I could run my clothes through the wash for a minute, also." I look up at you again, and bit my lower lip, for some reason nervous that you'll say no.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

HJ:

"Give me two minutes Heather," he says and turns and runs up the stairs. In seconds you can hear the sound of running water then he's trotting back down again.

Across to the kitchen and two bottle of beer come from the refridg and he's back again, "Here ya are. Want a glass, forgot to ask?
"As for having a beer.. hmmm, must be after 5 PM somewhere in the world so it's Happy Hour right?" and he laughs as he takes a drink from his.

 

[naughtynaughty]

Watching your tight ass run up the stairs makes me groan a little, and absentmindedly I reach down and gently brush against my clit, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. A young woman like me shouldn't have to go this long without sex, I think to myself. I hear the water running, and realize that when I get into that bathtub, it will be a perfect opportunity for a little 'self-help'.

As you walk back down the stairs, I catch a glance at the front of your shorts, and I realize that something is bouncing with every step you take. I don't know what to make of it. I've never really experienced anything real big, so I assume that it must be about 6-7 inches, because that seems pretty big to me, but I can't be sure.

You disappear into the kitchen quickly and come out with two beers. "Just the bottle is fine," I reply to your question, and I watch you drink yours, pleased that you chose the bottle as well. I take a big drink of mine and suggest that you help me up the stairs so that I can clean up a little.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

HJ:

Blushing, "Nahhh, I'm gonna make you crawl up so I can watch," he says as he hands you his bottle and scoops you up once again.

You're carried upstairs and see the second floor for the first time.

A truly huge kingsized bed at least 7' long takes some of the floor space. Off to one side is a home office area with several computers set up and on the other side is an open bathroom with a Big glass shower stall with several shower heads, a big tub with a window above it. The window ledge and shelves are lined with candles and there's a skylight over the center of the room that seems to be mirrors, but ones you can see through right now.

"Ummm, look Heather," another blush, " clothing is an option around here. Not a line or any crap like that just how it is.
"So I can either help you into the tub and I'll even wash your dirty back or I can set you on the edge of the tub, lay out a robe and you just holler when you're ready to come down stairs again.
"It's up to you."