Fifty Shades Of B

Talking to Amelia made me think I was going insane, how else could it have happened? Time flew away as she asked me about my life in general and shared almost nothing about hers. I was happy to share.

At night through our talk, a text came in from her driver asking of her whereabouts to which she asked him to pick her up outside.

I took her to the spot where her driver was happy to see her and microscopically scanned me as if he thought I wasn't enough for her company, I agree.

She said she'll be seeing me around, whatever that meant. I went back to the cafeteria to join my roommate who was wowed by the crowd I was keeping.

He was more concerned than threatened, telling me that someday I might take a fall for them or find out their weird truths. Talked about movies where rich people beat up people on chains for pleasure, which is dark for the rich or poor.

But, there are some truths if I consider B. She wanted me to do those bad things, like pinching her boobs, and all the shit she said that night.

I am not like that, I can tell pain from pleasure from ten miles away. But, I felt things thinking about what B said she wanted.

Like any part of my day, he brought out B making my mind run wild on where she was and what she must be doing.

I'm bad, but I'm no stalker.

With the whole weekend free, I decided to go to her apartment building and listen by the door if she was inside.

That was a bad idea, my roommate said he thinks whatever I'm thinking was a bad idea which I dismissed with a smile.

I had been there before, the guard by the gate should have known me, but he insisted on seeing my ID and knowing what I was doing there.

I lied and was there to see Cate, knowing perfectly well that she was out of town. To which he responded that she wasn't there. He said her father owns the place, and like that, I was back to square one

I dropped B's name for a permit to spy on her, which he gave naively.

With corridors lit, it was hard for me to know if B was in or not. Even that close, I was afraid to make a fool of myself knocking on her door after that near fuck experience we shared

I can't keep my hands off her, after knowing how it doesn't work and her wild demands, as if my body cared about that.

My body wanted B, with all the don'ts on my mind. I knocked on her door after a while thinking about what to do.

Our nightmare started when B laid eyes on me, her face confused about what my visit was about but too proud to ask each other questions.

She joked about how she wasn't going to make me coffee again, I don't care about that shit.

I was hanging out with the unproved version of B, the one with the fitting clothes on.

A pair of pajama pants and a top, all white made her night. I told her how beautiful it looked on her, to which she replied I wasn't badly dressed as well.

She noticed my smile, to which she asked if my dog had been going well. I guaranteed her that leaving her was the best thing that happened to me in real words, I had meant for it to be a joke.

She took it to heart, asking if what I was doing at her place was leaving her. That was damn messed up, even for me.

Spotting my lies, I had to come true to how I had been wondering about her.

B cared less about that, she was busy writing a code for something which she didn't let me help or even look at.

She told me to ask for anything and keep myself busy with fruits and anything edible I could find in her fridge.

I took a box of *** and went on to make loud eating noises to her. She let her work go before joining me on the couch, she took the big one this time as I had occupied the one she used to intimidate me last time.

She cared less about that as she asked if I am getting hooked on her. She said, "I had warned you before, why don't you take my advice and walk away?"

Her sparkly eyes waited on my truth, an answer I didn't have to myself either. I had been doing fine by myself, I even had a chance to talk to Amelia tonight

But, what was I doing back at her place? I was here to spy, I'm the worst spy.

"I don't have an answer to that either", I replied honestly. B took a long stare at me as if thinking about what to do with me.

"I'm toxic Noah, you don't wanna get hooked on me. I told you that already, I'm bad news", she told her truth.

At the moment, the truth made me want her more. If she was toxic, then her toxins were already roaming my veins Killing me slowly.

With B, unless other girls, I can rip it open and say the truth without filtering.

"I am starting to think so as well, what will we do about it?"

B pursed her lips lying on the couch, I admired her face far away from me but with eyes wide enough to be seen.

With the soft clothes on her pressing down her body, I couldn't help noticing her full chest all packed and tempting.

Down, her legs were crossed in a way that made me want to open them up and do bad things to her. Realizing how dirty my thoughts had been, I snapped out of that alluring body taking a flash glance at her flawless face.

She knows.

Her reply to my lust was," What about me gets you that horny Noah? "

I wanted to start from her head to toe," Everything."

Rolling her eyes, she suppressed a smile.

"You were warned about me, but you still insist on having me, aren't you afraid of disappointing? I would hate for your mediocre performance to ruin the good thing we have going on for you and me.

I don't know what it is either."

She was tempting me to move her body like that, now she wasn't on her side anymore, she was lying with her face towards the chandelier light above us.

Now, I could see more of her, the hot body calling mine and those boobs now we're in full display.

"You're wondering?

There's nothing else under this."

B saw me staring at her chest, making a remark that destroyed my insides knowing what I was looking at was her boobs and nothing but a slim piece of fabric hindering me from everything.

Staring at needle-like nipples piercing through the fabric, my body wanted more, and I think hers wanted the same, or she was enjoying toying with my feelings like that.

I uttered trying to swallow the truth whole, to which B replied.

"If you want to feel me you can jump over and touch my toes."

That was way too less than what my mind was up to, but at least I had a way in to start my climb to her lips.

She bent her knees for me to sit then stretched them out lying them on top of me. Afraid to be noticed, I put my hands in between my thighs and her legs for her not to feel how hard I was. It worked as I hesitated to touch her toes.

She asked me to take her socks off, and then let me touch her toes which made me almost come. Her feet felt so soft and chubby, making me want to lick every inch of her. Cute toenails were well manicured.

The legs held a pungent smell of her, that one that makes me feel like I'm smelling divine flowers, the one feeling the room with all freshness.

She asked me to take my hands higher, high up to get her ankles. Still, her legs were under that fabric that felt smooth and expensive. Why do pajamas have to be rich?

She let me do circles on her knees, feeling her kneecaps. The hot air in the building got hotter even with fan running.

She asked me to take steps up if I wanted to, that was a tough one. I wanted to turn it down because of how bad it might be for me and my buddy in the pants but again that was once in a lifetime chance.

I let my hands caress her thick thighs making my mouth water. She didn't seem to care much or enjoy it at all until we went up too far.

I swear she made me do it.

While going up, she dared me to keep moving until my hand was close to her waist. I then made my way back there excited and tried my second take now putting my hands between her thighs which she let me do.

Going up, she gave me assuring eyes as her thighs felt hotter between my palms. I would have come by then if I didn't get off my thoughts from time to concentrate on the task at hand.

Her thighs were closed. I was frightened and as I felt her thighs on both sides of my palms, to which I stopped.

She told me not to be a bitch and go way up as I felt more pressure building up on my hands and excitement getting me high like ecstasy.

My hands got burnt by her hot thighs and felt the smoothness between her thighs until I couldn't move my palm up anymore. She had closed her legs more and made me halt it. My palms halfway there.

I couldn't accept that teasing anymore, but I couldn't force her thighs open either, although my lust had no morals at all. A beast had been woken, why did she wake him up for nothing?

Her breathing was fast and erratic, she couldn't control it. And her blood pressure, I noticed how fast it rushed through the veins between her thighs as I waited for a way further or to be spit out.

With B I never know what to expect, how can I prepare for anything like that?

Our eyes were locked, sharing the hot burns we were inflicting on each other. We had a way to get it out of the way, to cool our bodies, but she held the keys to that flood door, and she wasn't going to give them to me.

She let go of the pressure and I was free to move my hands up or down her. I had the chance to go forward and feel what I wanted to, but she didn't say anything to guarantee she wanted it to happen.

Instead, she asked, "Getting blue balls yet?"

To which I replied honestly, "Yeah."

She must have liked it, I saw how her lit eyes stared at my burning ones to measure how much I wanted her.

" I'm yours.

What will you do about it?"

B is crazy, she makes me only to break me, and after that, she builds me up again and repeats the same cycle. She knows how to make a lustful dog beg, at least this time there was no threat to it.

It is a trap, I know. The mind that I will always fall into if it's coming from Her.

No matter what I end up saying, she will break me down, burning me until there is nothing but ashes left. If I am to burn, what weapon should I choose for myself?