“Wait!” Cried Traci from her upside down position over Raun’s shoulder.
Raun stopped mid-stride. “Yes or no?” He asked.
“Yes,” whispered Traci. Raun continued to his bedroom. Traci was getting a headache from her hanging position. She was anxious to get the show on the road, but she needed Raun to promise something in return. The layout of his apartment was similar to hers. The only difference was that he had completed his den/home office. Traci’s stomach was in knots, because she hoped Raun would go for her counterproposal. If he didn’t, she reminded herself that the world would not come to an end. Then again, maybe the world wouldn’t end, but her life would. Please make him susceptible to my plan.
When they reached his room, Raun bent his knees and threw Traci into the middle of his king-sized bed. Traci bounced a few times before coming unsteadily onto her hands and knees. Hmmm… A waterbed? Taking a deep breath, she said, “I need a favor.”
“What kind of favor,” Raun asked. His visage grim.
What did he have to be upset about? How dare he demand his ridiculous clause and won’t hear me out?
“What do you want?” Raun asked again, as he grabbed the neck of his tee shirt and pulled it up his torso, displaying his washboard abs, puckered nipples, and an impressive bulge behind his zipper. Squeezing her thighs together, Traci stared transfixed at his junk. Holy mackerel, he’s too big!
“I actually need two favors,” she mumbled.
“Spit them out!”
“No need to yell!”
“Traci, if you don’t say what you need right now–”
“Can we pretend that I’m a virgin?”
“No, but it’s been awhile.”
“How long, awhile?”
“This is so embarrassing.”
“That’s not even the favor I was going to ask.”
“How long?” Raun’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. The monster in his pants seemed to be twitching and expanding.
“I noticed your diplomas on your wall when I was in your office. Can you track to see who sent an email?” Asked Traci, as she forced her eyes away from his crotch. He had a very masculine room. All the furnishings were either dark brown or black. The only splash of color was his bedding. The room smelled like him, and faint mellow jazz was emitting from the clock radio on his nightstand.
Licking her lips, Traci wondered if he would taste as good as he smelled. She was looking forward to running her fingers, tongue, and lips over his rigid chest and nipples, before delving behind that zipper. How would he feel? All she could think about was his big cock sliding into her tight pussy. Would she enjoy it this time now that she had given consent? Block it out Traci. Block it out!