The foursome found an apartment for rent above a bar. They unpacked the car and walked up the creaky flight of steps. The apartment was run down, but it was clean. It was already furnished with the bare minimums. Bill and Mary took the master bedroom and Lucien and Alan took the two smaller bedrooms. Bill set up his typewriter on a table by a window in the living room while Mary unpacked her books.
The first month was great. They spent their days driving around to different villages, taking in the local culture and their nights at the bar downstairs. One night they had been at the bar particularly late. Alan had already gone back up to go to bed. Lucien and Mary were sitting at a small table in the corner while Bill was chatting up so stranger at the bar.
“Looks like Bill has made a new friend,” Lucien said as he motioned towards the bar at Bill and a young man.
“Bill is always making new friends,” Mary said as she downed the shot that was sitting in front of her.
“Why are you still with him?” Lucien asked, taking his shot as well.
“I’m loyal to a fault,” Mary said. “Don’t get me wrong, I do love Bill. And I know he loves me in his own way. Unfortunately he just has needs and desires that I can’t accommodate.”
“Don’t you have needs and desires that he doesn’t accommodate too?” Lucien asked, his eyes going from that crystal blue to a little bit darker shade as he spoke.
“It’s not that he doesn’t accommodate my needs,” she began. “He just doesn’t do it as nearly as often as I’d like.”
It was true. Mary and Bill did have a physical relationship, but not very often. But that wasn’t what attracted Mary to Bill in the first place. He was a brilliant writer. And he had this lost little boy quality about him. She knew that he really did love her, but she also knew that he was scared of being alone. And that was the main reason she hadn’t left him yet. She did not want to be the one that left him alone.
“Mary,” Bill wandered over to their table. “This is Jonathan. He is a writer as well and has some of his work that he would like to show me.”
The young man looked slightly embarrassed as he gave a wave and a quiet “Hi.”
“So I take it you won’t be coming home tonight,” Mary said.
“You are correct,” Bill said as he and Jonathan made their way out of the bar.
“Well, looks like it’s just me and you,” Lucien said, ordering another round of drinks for the two of them.
After a couple more hours at the bar, Lucien and Mary decided to call it a night. They walked up the stairs to their apartment.
“Goodnight,” Mary said before heading to her room.
“Goodnight,” Lucien said and kissed her on the cheek.
Mary laid in her bed, willing sleep to take over, but it never did. Why did she allow Bill to do his thing while she waited home like a good little girlfriend? She had always been attracted to Lucien. She had actually met him first. Actually, everyone had met Lucien first. He was the magnet that drew everyone together. She had met him at college. They had English Literature together. She found him to be so handsome with his blue eyes and light brown hair. And he always had this half grin that you could tell he was up to no good.
Truthfully, it was Lucien who was destined to be the next great literary writer. His style and ideas were way beyond anyone else’s. He just happened to spend too much of his time being the social butterfly that he was to take his talent seriously. But then if he hadn’t been spending so much time meeting new people, they all probably wouldn’t be here together today.
Mary made a decision at that moment. She would not leave Bill. He was sweet when they were alone. He provided the wisdom and somewhat stability that comes with age. But she was no longer going to ignore this growing feeling inside of her. She deserved to live her life too.
Mary got out of bed and quietly made her way down the hall. She stood in front of Lucien’s bedroom door for a minute, steeling her nerves. She had never really been shy with men, but being with a man in the same home that she shared with another man was a little out of her comfort zone.
She placed her hand on the knob and slowly turned it, opening the door just a crack. She could hear his labored breathing, indicating that he was already asleep. She walked into his room, closing the door behind her, trying not to wake him.
She tip toed to the bed and looked down at his sleeping form. He was on his back with just a thin sheet covering him from waist down. He didn’t have a shirt on and she let her eyes roam over his body. The moonlight was peering in through the window, illuminating his face and chest. She let out a quiet sigh as she studied his relaxed features. He looked so much younger than his 25 years like this.
Mary pulled her nightgown over her head and stepped out of her panties. She lifted the sheet and saw that Lucien preferred to sleep in the nude. She couldn’t help but blush when she took in the rest of him. She crawled over him to lie between him and the wall. She draped her arm around his torso and began leaving light kisses along his jawline.
She didn’t know he had woken up until she felt his hand go to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He dipped his head down and caught her lips with his. The kiss was soft and gentle with a slight hesitation.
Lucien wasn’t quite sure if he was dreaming or not. When he felt Mary’s fingers run up his chest and lightly passed one of his nipples, his dick twitched and he knew he wasn’t dreaming. He rolled over so he was directly on top of her, supporting his weight with his other arm.
He looked down at Mary’s face. She looked a little nervous, but had a look of resolve on her face that told him she knew what she was doing. She let her hands run up and down his back sending shivers up his spine. He leaned down again, meeting her lips with his. He kissed her slow, not wanting to rush any part of this. When she parted her lips slightly he moved his tongue to enter her mouth and began exploring every part of her. Their kiss started to get more heated as her tongue started a dance with his.
They broke apart only for a second to catch their breath. Lucien trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Mary arched her head back giving him better access at the same time opening her legs so he could nestle comfortably between them. He kissed and gave teasing licks from her ear down to her collarbone, softly sucking on her pulse. A small moan escaped her lips as her legs came up so her feet were resting the back of his legs right above his ankles.
She could feel his erection pressed between her legs. She wanted to feel all of him inside her. Lucien began kissing down her chest and over to her left breast. With the tip of his tongue, he licked around her already pert nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Mary’s hips bucked upwards at the contact making Lucien grin against her breast. His right hand caressed her right breast as he worked on her left one with his mouth. He removed his mouth making her whine at the loss and moved to her right one giving it the same attention. Mary started rotating her hips trying to find the friction she needed to quell the burning desire she felt in the pit of her stomach. Lucien slid back up so he is face was hovering over hers, their noses almost touching.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” his voice low and filled with want.
Mary placed a hand against his cheek and kissed him deeply and passionately. He ran his hand down her side and over her thigh, lifting her leg to rest on his hip. He slowly entered her and pulled out. He repeated the motion until he was buried deep inside her. He stilled for a moment giving her time to adjust to his intrusion.
When Mary began rotating her hips again that was the signal he needed to start moving within her. His thrusts were slow and deep, wanting to savor every moment. Her tight wet walls hugging him like a cocoon. Mary started meeting his thrusts making his dick twitch inside her. He wanted to cum so badly, but he had to make her cum first. He knew she needed this as much if not more than he.
“God, Mary, you feel so good,” he whispered in her ear feeling her clench her walls around him. “Fuck, do that again,” he moaned out and she did.
She raised her other leg over his hip so both feed were resting on his ass. She had both hands pushing into his lower back urging him deeper, if that was possible.
“Oh, God, Lucien,” she cried out. “Faster. I’m going to cum.”
With that, he began to pound into her. Mary’s breasts were bouncing up and down with every thrust. Each of their faces buried into the other’s neck, trying to stifle the cries and moans that escaped their mouths. The room was silent except for the muffled moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as their hips met one another. The air was thick around them with the smell of sweat and sex.
Mary could feel that wave of pleasure start from the top of her head and slowly roll its way through her body. She latched her mouth onto Lucien’s shoulder trying to hold her scream in, but it was no use. As that wave made its way down to her core and she felt her walls give out as she came, she couldn’t help the scream that escaped her.
“Lucien!” she cried.
He felt her orgasm start. He could tell by the way her hips started jerking erratically and by the moans vibrating into his shoulder. Suddenly he felt her walls tighten around him and his dick surrounded by warm moisture. He too was on the edge and as she was still jerking and twitching around him, he felt his balls tighten up. He thrust hard into her one more time before he exploded inside of her. He stilled himself while her pussy milked him for all that he had.
Lucien collapsed on top of her, both of their bodies covered in sweat. She felt him go soft inside of her. She relaxed her legs as he pulled out. She immediately missed the feeling of him. He rolled halfway off of her but still had one arm, one leg and half of his body draped over hers.
“That was amazing,” she whispered in a hoarse voice.
“It was well worth the wait,” he said as he nuzzled into her neck.
After their breathing returned to normal, Lucien covered them with the sheet. He pulled her into his arms and gave her a kiss. They both fell sleep still holding onto one another.