Sunset had already passed over the horizon as an older-looking mazda pulls up in front of a cheap apartment building. As it sputtered to a stop, the driver set the parking brake, and exits, with high-heeled shoes hanging from her feminine fingers. The brunette woman closes the door behind her, and unfastens the two buttons of her medium blue blazer. She hated wearing it, but it was practically required to be worn at a job she recently just started. Hiding just underneath of it was her white blouse, and a knee-high skirt which matched the blazer in color. She walked barefoot to her apartment, careful not to step on any rocks along the way.
Her apartment building was like many of the others on that road, but each one overlooked the nicer, fenced houses that lined the opposite side of the street. The brunette had always wished she could afford to live in a place like that. Where she could walk around in her own home, and have several yards between her and her neighbors. Her sister had already achieved this dream first, after stealing her ex-boyfriend in high school, and marrying him only a couple years after. She tried not to think about it, as the thought made her mad every time.
Finally reaching her door, she fumbled with her keys until she managed to unlock her apartment, and stepped inside. As cheap as the building looked outside, it looked just as cheap inside. The basic white walls had a hue of yellow mixed in from age, and the carpet had been matted down from years of being walked on. The lights flickered as they turned on, and the hall seemed to get narrower every day. This was home for the petite brunette, who dropped her inexpensive heels next to the door, and slipped out of her blazer. Making her way to her bedroom, hung up the blazer, and peeled off her white blouse.
She stopped for a moment, and took a deep breath of exasperation, frustrated over everything that had happened to her earlier that day. It wasn’t as though she disliked her new job with the company. In fact, it was much less physically exhausting to work in customer service, rather than being the lowly employee who spent all day folding clothes for the chain department store. No, it turned out the only downside to the job was all the extra attention she was getting. Being in her position, she had to attend to the needs of customers who clearly wanted more than help finding something that fits.
Every day was nearly the same: she would help find a shirt, or some pants, for a guy in his forties or fifties, and was either still single, or divorced. It was almost too easy to predict the ones who would hit on her immediately after finding them what they were looking for. They were rarely subtle about staring at her tits, and every time she turned around, it was obvious they were looking at her ass. A couple times, some would even proposition her with promises of money, in exchange for being their little ‘pet’ for the evening. The very thought sent a sickening shiver up her spine every time.
Part of her wanted to report what was happening to management, but there wasn’t anything they’d be able to do about the customers. They would likely end up relocating her to a different department; or worse: back to her old position folding clothes. Besides, she was a firm believer in fighting her own battles. As she made her way to the kitchen wearing nothing but a bra and her skirt, she opened the fridge, taking out a cold can of cheap beer. It was probably the only thing left in this world that could help her get rid of the images of creepy men wanting to touch her.
Pulling the tab back, the can made a release of gas. The sound it made always felt like ‘welcome home’ to her. Taking a sip, it was time for her usual damage report. Sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter was the answering machine for her phone, with several messages waiting for her to hear. Thinking it was better to get it over with, she pushed the button marked ‘play’. With a long beep, it began the recordings.
“This is an automated message. Your cellular balance is at zero dollars. Please make a deposit to avoid overdraft fees.” Well, that one’s not so bad.
The next few messages were roughly of the same caliber. Just people reminding her she owed them money. Then there was this message:
“Hey Beth, it’s Brad. I know you’ve had a lot going on lately, but if you’re free tonight, I’d like to take you out for drinks. See where the night goes. Whaddya say?” the machine beeped once more, and finished with, “End of messages.”
You could almost hear Beth’s eyes roll as she listened to his request. Brad had been practically obsessed with her for the last several weeks, leaving multiple messages on her machine, and forcing her to awkwardly turn down his advances while in public. Ever since what happened a while back, he’s had this belief that Beth secretly wanted him. She wondered how many more times she would have to let him down before he finally ended his pursuit of her.
Finishing off her beer can, she chucked it into a small waste bin, and shuffled into her bathroom.
A hot shower might not wash away the memories of every creepy comment she received that day, but it might get rid of the smell they left on her. After turning on the hot water, she stripped off her remaining clothes. Her brunette hair had been tied into a tight little bun on top of her head, and she stopped to examine herself in the mirror. She may not have been as petite as her sister, but she considered herself a desirable woman, and carried a rack she could be proud of.
Stepping into the shallow bathtub, the hot water felt relaxing on her lightly tanned skin. Once she was fully under the water, and felt the heat run over her chest and back, she could begin to feel the stresses of her day begin to melt. With a bit of soap, she lathered herself, feeling cleaner already, and let it all rinse away. Her hands moved around her abdomen, and along the undersides of her breasts, before cupping them.
Gently fondling herself, the heat and steam began to put her in a particular mood. With a flirty smile, she playfully plucked one of her own nipples, and her hips faintly squirmed in response. She watched as her nipple began to harden, before mildly pinching it again, and again, her body responded. Her dominant hand reached lower, and felt for the small valley between her thighs, and rubbed along her labia. Craving some real satisfaction, she thought back to her favorite, go-to memory to get off to.
Two months ago, Beth had fulfilled her greatest fantasy when she spent an obscene night having sex with her high school boyfriend, being in the middle of an orgy, and spiting her bitch sister, all at the same time. Carrie had stolen Nathan from her when they were both in school, simply by fucking him before Beth had gotten the chance. Since then, her sister tried to ‘make it up to her’ by trying to set Beth up with guys ever since. It seemed fair, on the surface, but Carrie had a tendency to set her sister up with losers.
Bethany had gotten her revenge, however, when she spent a night out with her sister, Nathan, and a couple of his friends one day. Nathan drank too much, and said a few things that upset Carrie, and she left. Seizing the opportunity, Beth came back to the party early, and offered to let the guys fuck her together. They were taken aback, but soon enough, they were all over her body. Never in her life, had she been taken so completely, felt so filled and sated, and pleased in the knowledge that she satisfied every cock in the room, including her sister’s husband. The moment those memories began flooding back, she raised a leg, setting her foot on the edge of the bathtub, and started rubbing her clitoris.
She closed her eyes, remembering back to when Nathan insisted on being the first to fuck her. Beth had waited years to hear him admit how much he wanted her. She remembered how big his cock was the first time she pulled it out of his pants, and how eager she was to take him in her mouth. Nathan liked it so much, he no longer cared that he was married to Beth’s sister. Her wet body began to squirm to the rhythm of her fingers.
She remembered how she encouraged Nathan’s friends, Joe and Brad, to join in. Both of them seemed nervous at the thought of being invited into an orgy, but it wasn’t long until their hands were on her body too. She remembered how nerdy, but cute, Joe would fondle her breasts, while Brad hovered over her ass, and fingered her hot folds. As annoying as Brad had become now, Beth did enjoy the way he touched her that night. It would be dishonest to say Brad hadn’t been the subject of at least one or two mastabatory fantasies.
Her body was already heating up as her pleasure began to rise. There was a slickness on her fingers that let them glide over her sensitive little nub, and made her hunger for more. As she felt her nub grow firmer, so she slipped her middle finger inside herself, and moved it in and out of her folds. She yearned to have someone who could do this to her every day, to satisfy her needs in ways she only ever experienced a few times. If she hadn’t kept agreeing to the blind dates her sister, Carrie, set her up with, maybe she would have found one already.
Her core grew ever more hot when she thought back to how Nathan felt the first time he entered her. She dreamt of that feeling ever since the day her sister stole him in high school. He filled her so completely, and it felt like total bliss. And then he began thrusting, and her mind went crazy with lust. She’d finally done what she always wished she did back in high school. Her fingers now moved inside her rapidly, while her breathing increased. Small moans began to escape the back of her throat.
Beth would have loved nothing more than to finish this little fantasy, and bring herself to a satisfying climax under the hot water. However, after several minutes, the water was already starting to grow colder. She cursed her low capacity water heater, and shut the shower off. Grabbing a towel, she scoffed at the thought of her ruined orgasm, and patted herself dry. Her frustration drove her to hurry to the bedroom, where she could put on one of her favorite pornos, and finish herself off.
Her bedroom was fairly small, but still had enough room for the essentials, and even a small window with minivenetiain blinds. As she climbed into her full-size bed, and pressed play on the dvd player on the dresser, she reached into her nightstand drawer to retrieve her little, green, lover. The video that played on the small screen, which sat just next to the dvd player, showed a muscular, tattooed man, climbing onto a sexy woman, ready to take her rough. The woman seemed eager to receive it as she purred at him.
As Beth watched this, she looked at her green toy, and came to the realization that it wouldn’t be enough for her. She needed something more substantial, something more real. She needed a real cock to satisfy her, just as the woman in the video had. She groaned in frustration, thinking of how the hell she would find someone on short notice. It’d take too long to pick a guy up at a bar, or club, and she didn’t have any friends with benefits to call on. However, on that thought, she realized there was no reason she couldn’t set one up right now.
Returning to the kitchen, still nude, and picking up the phone, she dialed the number of a guy she knew would want her enough to come running. She hit ‘call’ and waited for him to answer.
“Hello?” a man’s voice answered. Beth could hear club music playing in the background.
“Hey, sexy. It’s Beth.” she answered, almost giggling.
“Oh, hey,” he sounded legitimately surprised, “How ya doin’? Haven’t heard from you in a while.”
“Yeah, well…” she tried to sound flirty, “Do you feel like coming over and seeing me?”
“Seeing you?”
“If you’re not busy. I’m just craving some company right now, and I kinda want it to be you, so…” she hoped he would get the clue at this point.
“Absolutely, I’ll head there right now.”
It was clear he was holding back some excitement, judging by how eager he sounded. She gave him her address, and how to find her apartment, and hung up. Not long ago, the idea of calling someone up for a hook-up was ludicrous. But now, after shedding her well-behaved demeanor, she found herself feeling more empowered, and in control of her sexuality. With an accomplished grin, she returned to her bedroom to put on a robe, so she could at least open the door without the neighbors seeing her.
Within less than ten minutes of laying on the bed with nervous, and excited, anticipation, there was a knock at Bethany’s door. She quickly moved to her door, and stopped for a moment, checking herself, making adjustments, and making sure her hair looked good. She wasn’t sure why, but she suddenly cared a lot about how he would see her at this moment. With a deep breath, she opened her door, and grinned wide at the man who was there. He was tall, and handsome for a nerdy IT guy. Since the night of the orgy, he’d been the subject of more than a few mastabatory fantasies.
“Hey, Joe.” she greeted, motioning him to come inside.
He smiled wide, and stepped through her door. He’d been wearing cargo shorts, and a blue graphic tee. Beth thought it was cute how he would always dress the same, whether he was going to get groceries, or to the club with friends. She closed the door behind him, and hesitated as to how to proceed from here. She’d never had a friends-with-benefits deal before, so this was all new for her.
The first thing she did was move in front of him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and locked lips with him in a passionate kiss. She worried it might be weird, but his lips felt soft, and warm, and sent a pleasant feeling down to her groin. Satisfied, she broke the kiss, took him by the hand, and led him to the bedroom as she bit her lip. Just inside, she turned to look at him, and noticed he looked just as nervous as she had been. Clearly, he’d never been in this situation either. Best to put everything on the table now, she thought.
“To be clear, I called you over because I’m horny as fuck,” she annunciated, “and I just really need to get laid. I’m not looking for a relationship, or anything. But if you’re ok with it, we can still get together for sex every now and then.” she laid it all out so casually, even she was surprised with how easy it came out.
Joe looked at her, wide-eyed, and making quick, tiny nods at her as she just gave him the grandest of offers any guy could receive from a woman like her. He may have been more shocked at the fact she had chosen him, rather than someone like Brad. Beth made a quick glance at his pants, and already made out a huge bulge poking out of his tanned shorts. She couldn’t help but do a double take, feeling her chest flutter at the thought of what waited for her underneath the fabric.
“So, we’re good?” she inquired, though her voice suggested she would let him take her whether he agreed or not.
He nodded once more, and responded with, “Yeah, I can do that.”
With that, Bethany had no other reason to hold anything back, and gave him another lustful kiss, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt. Their lips broke only momentarily as it came off over his head, and Beth hadn’t hesitated to immediately work on his belt and shorts next. Joe was completely nude in a matter of seconds. With a yank on the sash of her robe, it fell off her shoulders, and she was just as bare as him. Her body was already burning with desire as his hands explored her body. Her porn still played at the other side of the room, but neither of them really seemed to care.
As Joe took hold of her bust with both hands, cupping them, and brushing his thumbs over her hardening nipples, Beth reached down to grab his prick. Once her fingers had wrapped around it, she remembered another great quality he had. Her eyes quickly went wide again, almost forgetting how big he was the first time she’d seen his hard rod. It excited her even more, and her legs quivered as she thought about how he felt inside her the last time they met.
Having no patience for kissing and heavy petting, she turned his back towards her bed, and pushed him onto it. He looked up at her with a surprised expression as he got comfortable, and waited for her to make the next move. Beth’s eyes looked up and down his body. He wasn’t exactly muscular, but he wasn’t scrawny either. Looking back at her, around six inches, and thick, was his hardened cock standing almost straight up.
She leaned forward, resting a knee on the edge of the bed, and hovered over his lap. She held her hair over to one side, and grasped his member in her hand, stroking it as she looked up into his eyes. She craved him in a way she’d never known until this moment. Breaking eye contact with him, she parted her lips, and took him into her mouth. Though she wanted to take every inch, she found she could barely get her lips past the head. Regardless, he reacted with a long sigh of excitement.
Beth had never experienced this kind of control in her life.