“Well, it has. I have waited all my life to finally be on my own, and I am so glad it has finally come to the point of fruition.” James beamed, while finishing off the last of his breakfast- maple cooked bacon and sausage patties.
“So, the plans are all settled then?” I questioned him, sipping at my warm tea.
“Yes, Moriah, Damien will be here momentarily with his truck. He said he would arrive around noon, and it is only…” James paused to glance at his watch, “ten o’clock at the moment.”
“Alright, let’s start moving the boxes to the porch then.”
We spent the next two hours moving the smallest boxes to the Jeep until it was completely full, and the other, larger boxes to the front porch. We were on our last few trips to the porch when Damien pulled up to the gate wanting to come into the yard. I ran over to let him in, and he drove up to the porch and parked.
“Thanks, Damien,” James nodded and began to pack the back of our friend’s truck with the larger, more fragile boxes. We knew we would have to make two or three trips total to get all the furniture, clothes, and electronics moved over to the new apartment, so we agreed ahead of time to give Damien 60 bucks for all the trouble and gas he had to spend.
I was getting nervous and anxious about the move before we left, so James tried to calm my nerves down by offering me a glass of Vodka and Coconut Rum. I accepted, ashamed that I had to drink to settle my nerves.
James began to look more and more appealing as we continued to load the boxes into the truck, and he apparently saw me eyeballing him, so he pulled me aside and told me to wait because we were in the process of moving.
We finished packing the first load into the truck and James said we would have to come back for the rest. We each had a few drinks (Damien and James had energy drinks, I had more Vodka and Coconut Rum) and James said it was time to head over to the new place. He grabbed his keys and ran to the end of the yard to open the gate for Damien’s big truck.
James convinced me to ride with our friend, so I could give him directions to our new apartment, while he followed the truck with the Jeep full of boxes.
I climbed in the truck and couldn’t help but notice how incredibly turned on I felt. I had forgotten that drinking made me horny, and all I could think about was relieving some of the stress of moving. I managed to avoid eye contact on the first trip to the apartment, and got out of the truck feeling extremely vulnerable and tipsy. Damien helped me out of the passenger side and I began to unload the back and head upstairs to our new home.
After we were finished unloading both cars and putting the boxes in the apartment, we climbed back in our respective cars and drove back to James’ parent’s house to grab more items.
We loaded up the second round of furniture and I poured myself another glass of alcohol. By the time we were all loaded up and ready to go to the apartment, I felt really vulnerable and very turned on. Everything- from the AC of Damien’s truck blowing on my skin through the skintight white tank top I was wearing, to the vibrations of the truck’s motor were making me sexually frustrated.
Damien noticed my frustration, and decided to take advantage of the situation by putting his hand on my thigh. I felt an instant rush of electricity run through me, but shook my head and pushed his hand off of me stuttering (through my intoxication and frustration), “W-we can’t do this, I am in a s-serious relationsh-ship.”
Damien responded, “Moriah, nobody has to know, and you can’t deny that you want me right now. You want a cock inside you right now, don’t you? You are a filthy slut, aren’t you, Moriah? James told me all about your other exploits, I don’t think he would mind if you just…”
Damien stopped talking abruptly and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing his cock. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to it, my body needed to be stimulated, and in my drunken stupor, I thought Damien was right about James not caring…I mean, after all, he did arrange me to fuck a stranger, and we did have a Halo tournament in which I became the prize…It didn’t seem all that bad. Damien pushed down on my head until my mouth was barely touching his cock.
“Suck me…Moriah, Suck me like the damned slut you are.”
My mouth enveloped his member and I found myself in the familiar routine of bobbing my head up and down and swirling my tongue around his cock. I felt his grip on my head tighten and I assumed his grip on the steering wheel did as well. He forced me all the way down his member, until his entire cock was in my mouth. He wasn’t quite as large as James, so I didn’t gag on the first few bobs. Damien grunted and thrusted upwards a little, while still managing to hold control of the truck. Without any warning, he finished in my mouth, and I expertly sucked all of it clean.
I wiped up my mouth before fixing my hair and finding that we were only five minutes away from the apartment complex. I was too intoxicated to feel any real remorse immediately. So I just stayed quiet during the rest of the ride.
When we arrived, Damien was the first to get out and begin unloading the truck. He didn’t help me out this time though, my guess was because he was too ashamed. James parked his car beside the truck and opened my door, a troubled look on his face.
“What were you doing?! I could see your head coming up and down every few moments, and…”
“He said you told him about the other times, and that it was a good idea. I thought it was a good idea…I am sorry.”
“Moriah, it’s okay. It was kind of hot…actually. Now that you have done that, I dare you to fuck him.”
Just as James helped me out of the car, Damien came back for another load. He looked a bit worried as soon as he saw James talking to me, but seemed relieved as soon as James asked him to help him with the flat screen TV and sound bar.
We were done with everything but the dresser, the desk, and the bed, which would have to be done in one last trip. I decided to ride with Damien again back to James’ parent’s house.
When we were in the truck, I smiled at him reassuringly.
“Would you like to stay the night tonight? It is getting pretty late, it’ll be almost nine o’clock before we finish this last round.”
“Sure, I guess I have no choice, my parents lock me out at ten on days I don’t have college.”
After we all unloaded the last of the furniture and brought them into the living room, we looked around for something to eat.