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Will

She’s hot. Seriously hot.

I mean, yeah, she looks like a total train wreck right now, with the smudged makeup all over her face, dried puke on her top and a stench coming from her like something rolled over and died. But she’s still hot.

She’s eyeing the Blood Mary mix I’m holding, as though she’s actually thinking about my suggestion of using it. I’m now wondering if she’s going to take those clothes off or leave them on if she does.

I’m hoping for off. I mean, of course I’m hoping for off.

I’m also hoping she lets me pour the pseudo tomato juice all over her too.

“You serious?” she asks, giggling and breaking my tomato-juice-strip-tease fantasies.

I shrug. “Why not?” I say. “It’s supposed to kill the stink, isn’t it?”

Ellen laughs. “Right now, I’m not sure anything could kill this stink.”

I grin. “You might be right. Pretty sure these clothes are toast,” I add, waving my hand in her direction.

Ellen cocks an eyebrow at me. “So what, you’re suggesting I should take them off? ”

My grin widens. “Well?” I reply. “The little fucker did nail you pretty good.”

Ellen reaches over and grabs the mix. “Fuck it,” she says, laughing. “Where’s your bathroom?”

I gesture down the hall toward a small bathroom at the back of the apartment, grateful my roommate is staying at his girlfriend’s place. Ellen walks in, turning as I stop in the doorway.

“Need some help?” I offer, grinning as I give her an exaggerated once over.

“Get out of here,” she says, laughing as she shoves me out the door. “And get me some clean clothes!”

My smile doesn’t disappear even as I turn and walk into my room, grabbing a clean t-shirt and boxers for her. I can hear the shower running and already my mind is filled with images of her standing naked under the water.

“Jesus, Will,” I say, shaking my head. “Get a fucking grip.”

Eventually the water stops and in a lame ass attempt to make it look like I’m not totally creeping on her, I move into the kitchen and start to make us some coffee.

When she walks in, I turn and see she’s wrapped in a towel that barely covers her ass, her hair wet and hanging down her back and dripping water onto the floor.

“I saved you some of the mix,” she says, meeting my eyes before quickly looking away.

I swallow hard, unable to take my eyes off her and that amazing body of hers that’s barely hidden beneath what has got to be the luckiest towel ever. “Did it work?” I eventually force out.

Ellen shrugs, sniffing her arm a little. “I don’t know, I think so.”

She still won’t look at me as I walk toward her, and without thinking, I lean right in and smell her neck, that soft curve where it meets her shoulder.

Her skin is still warm, ever so slightly damp and as I brush my nose against it, I feel Ellen stiffen a little, I’d even swear she lets out a soft groan.

My body on the other hand, goes fucking haywire, as though every single nerve kicks to life beneath my skin. My hands itch with wanting to pull her into my arms and I feel my dick start to get hard.

“You’re all good,” I say, forcing myself to pull back. “I’m gonna go jump in the shower,” I add, not looking at her. “I left you some clothes in my room, second door on the right.”

I walk quickly into the bathroom, slamming the door shut before I do something stupid like rip that towel off her body and get her all dirty again. Turning on the water, I strip off my clothes, throwing them onto the floor with hers before getting into the shower.

Half a bottle of Bloody Mary mix is left, and I pick up the bottle, pouring it right over me, the cold liquid doing absolutely nothing to calm down the raging lust that’s now coursing through me.

By the time I’m done, I no longer stink of skunk, but I’ve barely managed to get my body back under control.

I contemplate jerking off, just so I don’t walk out there with my dick at full salute.

But something about that feels weird, so instead, I turn the water to cold and force myself to stand under it until my hormones and my dick decide to calm the fuck down.

Eventually they do and I switch off the water and get dry.

“Wow, something smells good,” I say, as I wander into the kitchen, now dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.

Ellen turns and gives me a smile. “Breakfast,” she says, gesturing to the toast and eggs that’s waiting for me. “It was the least I could do.”

I grin as I take a seat at the table. We eat, and the conversation is easy and light, mostly about our studies and where we’re from.

I discover Ellen is a freshman majoring in business and accounting, the total opposite to me.

I’m majoring in engineering and it’s my sophomore year, which explains why we’ve never crossed paths.

We’re also from opposite sides of the country, California for her and Rhode Island for me.

“Kinda weird we met somewhere in the middle, huh?” I say as I finish up the breakfast she’s made me.

“Yeah,” she says, just as her phone chimes out with a message. I watch as she picks it up, reads the message before rolling her eyes.

“Your sister again?” I ask.

Ellen chuckles. “Yeah, apparently our parents forced her to take this Aussie boy to her school dance last night, which of course was absolute hell for her even though she’s now bitching about all the other girls wanting to dance with him all night.”

I laugh, clearing up our plates. “Sounds like she’s jealous.”

“Oh, she’s jealous alright,” Ellen says, standing to help. “Jealous and stubborn and refusing to admit she actually likes him.” She throws her phone on the counter.

I laugh, knowing I’ve seen my two younger sisters go through the exact same hell with a guy they each liked.

“What are we going to do about our clothes?” Ellen asks, a hip propped against the counter.

“I think the bigger question is what are you going to do about your car?”

“Fuck,” she cries, burying her face in her hands. “I don’t know. I can’t think about that right now. It’s too much, far too much.”

I laugh. “Okay, first things first, the clothes. Should we try washing them?” I suggest, having no idea if laundry detergent can possibly kill skunk smell.

Ellen lifts her face from her hands, glances down at what she’s wearing, the boxers that are clearly not hers, the oversized t-shirt that does nothing to hide the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra.

“You realize that means I’m staying here for a bit, don’t you?” she says. “Because there’s not a chance in hell I’m walking home dressed like this.”

I grin. “That’s okay. I don’t mind if you stay and hang out.”

Ellen meets my stare. “What are we going to do while we wait?” she asks, a look on her face that I can’t read.

I can’t take my eyes from her, don’t move a single muscle as I look at her and she stares back at me. If I thought she looked hot before, it’s got nothing on how she looks now. Her face is clear, completely free of make-up and surrounded by long, dark blonde hair.

But it’s her eyes that really get me. Huge, chocolate brown eyes that feel like they’re pulling me in, pulling me closer.

And then I realize that they are, that I’m standing right in front of her, our faces now only inches apart, my hands somehow on her hips, fingers dipping beneath my t-shirt and brushing against her warm skin.

“We could do this,” I hear myself whisper, before closing the last of that distance and pressing my lips against hers.

She doesn’t push me away like I expect her to. Instead, she steps closer, her hands sliding around my neck and holding me to her as she deepens the kiss.

And fuck me, can she kiss.

Our mouths move hungrily against each other, lips parting ever so slightly as I feel the tip of her tongue, teasing me, tasting me as she pushes her whole body so it’s flush against mine.

My hands tighten at her hips, holding her against me as I say fuck it and just go with it, whatever this thing is that’s happening between us right now.

Turning, I walk her backward toward my room and up against my bed .

Ellen pulls back a little, her eyes searching mine as she says, “You don’t have a girlfriend or anything, do you?”

I grin, an eyebrow cocked. “No,” I tell her. “Not yet anyway.”

Ellen smiles back at me, a laugh escaping as she pulls me to her and we both fall backward onto my bed.

My hands slide under the t-shirt she wears and up to her breasts, her body bowing beneath me as I pinch her nipple, teasing it with my fingers.

“Oh god, Will,” she says, her own hands shoving my t-shirt up and over my head.

I repeat the action with hers, throwing it across the room before lowering my mouth to her breast this time, sucking her nipple, teasing it with my teeth while she moans and writhes beneath me.

Her hands are in my sweats now, shoving them down my hips as she asks, “Condoms?”

I lift my head, find her mouth with mine as my hands now push my boxers down her hips. “Patience,” I say, sucking her bottom lip.

“Ugh,” she says, nails digging into my back. “Fuck patience. “Condoms, now.”

I laugh, pulling back as I take her hands in mine, lifting her arms above her head and pinning them there as I hover over her. “Has anyone ever told you, you’re bossy?” I ask, my eyes raking over her body as it lies naked beneath me.

“No,” she says, biting her bottom lip.

I shake my head, laughing. “You’re so full of shit,” I whisper, lips brushing against hers.

“No, I’m not,” she says, pouting.

“Yes,” I say, biting her bottom lip this time. “You are. But don’t worry, I think it’s kinda cute,” I add, before covering her mouth with mine, and silencing anymore of her protests .

I kiss my way along her jaw, nibbling her earlobe before making my way down her body, along her collarbone, between her breasts, over her hipbone and between her thighs.

“Will,” she moans, fingers sliding into my hair as though to guide me back up to her.

“Shhh,” I murmur, not moving as I brush my mouth against her.

I curl my hands under her thighs, pulling her closer as I start to tease her with my lips, my tongue.

Ellen moans, her fingers tightening in my hair as she lifts her hips, pushing herself against me.

I can’t stop the smile, even as I continue to taste her, at how impatient she is.

Sliding a finger inside her, I feel her body tense, her thighs as they clench around me and she groans again. I add a second finger, slowly sliding them both in and out as I continue to tease and taste her with my mouth.

“Oh god,” she says. “Oh fuck, I’m…I’m…”

And then I feel it, her body as it arches off the bed and she comes against me. I ride it out for her, watching her as she comes against me a second time before I slide my fingers out of her, stopping only to grab a condom from the drawer in my side table.

“Shit,” Ellen breathes, her chest heaving as she struggles to take in air. “That was, that…was…”

I grin, leaning in to kiss her. “Amazing,” I say, finishing her sentence.

“Yeah,” she breathes out. “It…it was,” she adds, pushing me off her.

I fall onto my back, watch as she grabs the condom from my hand and rips the packet open.

She fumbles a little, getting it on, making me wonder how many times she’s done this.

But before I have a chance to ask, she’s straddling my hips, my dick in her hand as she positions me and slowly lowers herself.

“Oh fuck, god, yes,” I groan .

Ellen stares down at me, a smile on her face, hands planted on my chest as she lifts herself up and repeats the move.

“Oh god,” I breathe. “Do that again, please.”

Her smile widens. “Now who’s the impatient one?” she asks, not moving.

I grin up at her, my hands moving to her hips. “Can you blame me?” I ask, fingers tightening as I guide her, and she slowly starts to ride me.

I don’t know how long we fuck for, but it feels like forever and not long enough. I watch her the whole time, her body as she moves against me, my hands as they move all over her skin.

She’s only the fourth girl I’ve ever slept with but fuck me if none of those previous attempts had anything on this.

Eventually, I know I’m not going to last much longer, and wanting to watch her come apart again, I move my hand to where we’re joined, my thumb finding that sweet spot my tongue was teasing earlier. The spot that has Ellen’s head falling back and a low curse falling from her lips.

I circle my thumb, working her, pushing her closer and closer, all the while she continues to ride me.

“Oh fuck, Ellen,” I say, pushing my hips up to meet hers, our bodies moving with a rapid urgency now.

“Yes, yes,” she cries and then it happens, we both come hard, our bodies exploding with release as I thrust up into her one last time.

“Holy fuck,” she says as she collapses on my chest, her now dry hair falling onto my face.

I brush it back, my heart pounding beneath her as I struggle to take in enough air. “You okay?” I finally manage to get out.

“God yes,” she says, her mouth against my skin.

I chuckle. “Yeah, that was pretty damn amazing,” I tell her. “Even if I do say so myself. ”

Ellen lifts her head, her chin resting on my chest as she looks at me. “It was,” she admits, almost shyly. “Seems you’re not just a superhero when it comes to pulling skunks from a girl’s car.”

I burst out laughing. “Is that so?” I ask, brushing the hair back from her face.

“Hmmm,” she says, biting her bottom lip as she stares up at me. “Shit, our clothes!” she suddenly says, scrambling on top of me.

“Hey, hey, come here,” I say, pulling her back against me. “I’ll take care of it,” I add, gently easing her off me as I sit up.

Ellen watches as I pull the condom off, wrapping it in a tissue and throwing in the trash can beside my desk. I grab my sweats, pulling them back on before turning back to the bed.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I tell her, smiling.

Ellen smiles up at me, pulling the duvet around her naked body. “Yeah, I think you might be stuck with me for a while longer,” she says. “I’m hardly in a position to walk home like this.”

I chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. “Good,” I whisper. “’Cause I wouldn’t mind being stuck with you for a long time.”