u/AdjacentTales

Previous part here, but this can also be read standalone.

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I noticed the sunlight shining through my curtains before I was fully awake. I lay there for a second, stretching, getting my bearings. It was morning. I was in my bed, in my room, alone and peaceful in my apartment.

I checked my phone: 6:52am, and my alarm was set for seven. I smiled, feeling good about waking up right before my alarm, my morning already going well. I sat up, raising one arm above my head, the other crossing over to hold it, arching my back in a full body stretch. The covers dropped from my chest, the sunlight hitting my bare skin. I turned, my feet meeting the floor, pulling on a long t-shirt as I stepped out of my room to start the coffee.

My kitchen has one of those passthroughs that looks into the living room. The place was really starting to come together. I had fewer and fewer unpacked boxes laying around, and the bookcase against the wall did give the room some character. Dani was right. Over the past week I'd filled it with small things; a ceramic dish from my grandmother, a candle that Martin had given me as a housewarming gift, a couple framed family photos, and of course my small but growing collection of books.

I smiled and remembered how the bookcase got there. It's always fun when I call someone for a favor for the first time, I never know exactly how they'll react. Brian was adorable, the way he tried to leave and do the 'honorable' thing after helping me build it. I was a little worried he'd actually leave me high and dry that night, but he did well. I felt a small twinge in my pussy. He did very well.

The coffee maker beeped twice, letting me know that my mug was ready, and I took it with me to the living room. The only boxes left were either going into storage, or waiting for the last piece of the place to be ready. I splurged on a new TV a couple weeks ago, and it just arrived last night. The box was leaning against the wall where it was going to go, along with the mounting kit and the sound bar that I ordered along with it. 70 inches, OLED, just the right amount of Smart in the TV without feeling invasive.

I grabbed my phone, set my coffee down, and plopped backwards onto my couch. I wanted the TV up tonight; I was putting off playing Tears of the Kingdom because it deserved a real screen, and I wanted to start hosting friends again. I scrolled through my contacts carefully. This wasn’t a first-timer kind of ask. I’d researched the mount to make sure it was perfect for the TV and for my wall, but I needed someone who was comfortable with the task and would get it right.

I stopped on Jay's name and paused. He was good with his hands, I think he mentioned mounting screens at his job too. He was a lot, though. He was the kind of person whose energy filled a room whether he meant it to or not, and I needed to be in the right headspace for it. I looked up at my boxed up TV, sucked in my teeth, and I nodded to myself. I opened up his contact to text him.

"Hey, my new TV just arrived! 🙌 Think you can help me put it up tonight? You can use my pussy after"

He slept late, so I wasn't expecting a reply for a while. I set my phone on my coffee table, grabbed my coffee, and headed to my bathroom to shower and get ready for work.

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The commute wasn't anything special, I had a podcast that Martin had recently gotten me hooked on and I hit most of the lights on my way to work. I had a full morning; an ad campaign review that went twenty minutes over, two back to back meetings, and a Teams group chat that included everyone except the right person to answer it. Busy enough that lunch snuck up on me. It was Jess's turn to cover for our weekly diner date. I vented about the morning I had while she cracked jokes at our coworkers' expense.

I checked my phone when I got back to my desk, nothing from Jay yet. I was 50/50 on if he slept in or if he missed my text. I ran through my contacts again in my head, there were a couple people I could call later if it came to it. But by the time I was wrapping up an email at around 1:30, my phone buzzed on my desk.

Jay: "lmaooo good morning to you too 😭 yeah I gotchu, what time?"

I smiled and typed back.

"Jay wtf it's 1:30 😭 around 7 work?"

Jay: "🤣 ikr, late gig last night"

Then he thumbs-up'd my message, so we were good for 7. I put my phone down and got back to work.

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I got home around six and I changed into something more comfortable, just my long shirt and some shorts. I heated up a bowl of leftover pasta for a quick dinner. Seven passed by without a message or a knock, but that was Jay for you. Finally at 7:16, my phone buzzed.

Jay: "outside"

I set my bowl in the sink, grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and draped it over my couch on my way to the door.

I unlocked it, opening it slowly. "Don't you dare say-"

"Claire bear!" he yelled.

"God dammit!" I shut the door in his face, smiling a little and shaking my head. I hated that nickname and he knew it, and he pulled that every single time he saw me anyway.

After about twenty seconds, he knocked on my door. I opened it. He just stood there grinning, and I let him in.

Jay came prepared with a tool bag that included a drill, a level, and a stud finder. He usually had everything he needed in there. He dropped the bag by the couch and looked around the room, taking it in. "Nice place," he said. He looked at the TV box, then the wall, then back to the box. "That's a big TV, Claire."

"It's a big wall," I said.

He cocked his head. "Is it though?" He was still grinning as he walked over to the wall, standing in front of it and spreading his arms, measuring it with his wingspan. There was more wall than arm. "This is maaaybe a medium wall."

"I did measure it, Jay."

"Hey I'm just saying, it's a lot of TV for a medium size wall."

"Are you gonna help me or are you gonna make fun of my style?"

"Both," he said, dropping his arms and grabbing his level. "How high you want it?"

I sat on the couch and guided his hand, centered on the wall with the bottom of the screen eye level from where I was sitting. He made a mark, then we unboxed the TV so he could take its measurements and transfer them to the wall. I watched him work while I opened the mounting kit.

Jay pulled out the instructions before I could tell him I already read them. They'd been translated from Chinese well enough to get the point across.

"Okay," he said. "Step one. 'Please to ensure bracket is friend with wall before final securing.'" He looked at me. "So first they need to be friends."

"It means flush," I said.

"It says 'friend,' Claire. Like, has the bracket met the wall yet? Are they close?" He looked back at the manual. "I don't make the rules."

"They'll make friends when you find the studs," I said, holding back a laugh.

"Step two." He cleared his throat. "'Use pencil to make love to wall at desired position.' Damn, that's dirty."

I actually laughed at that one. "It says mark the wall!"

"It says make love."

"It does not! Give me that." I reached for it and he turned it around to show me. I jammed my finger at the step. "'Mark the wall.' Right there."

He flipped ahead, ignoring me. "Oh, this is important. 'Warning. Do not install bracket-’ no, sorry- ‘backet, in wall that is shy or unstable.'" He looked up. "Is your wall shy?"

"My wall is the most confident one in this building," I said.

"You sure? Because this is a lot to ask of a wall you've only known for like a month."

"Two months." I pointed to the stud finder sitting on my couch. He picked it up, still smiling, and turned to the wall. I was still laughing a little.

He found the first stud and marked it, running the laser across my wall to find the next one. I started sorting out the hardware from the kit; bolts, washers, wood screws. His stud finder beeped and he marked the second one, exactly where I thought it was after knocking on the wall the other week.

"Got it," he said, picking up the bracket and holding it to the wall. The level was sitting flat on top, and he made some small final adjustments before marking off exactly where to drill. I noticed how focused he was here, his goofiness pushed aside as he finished his markings. Competent. I smiled, shifting on my couch, heat starting in my legs.

"Are we running cables through the wall?" he asked, still facing it.

"Nope, I have a rail. Busting a bigger hole is tougher to get away with than a few drill holes."

He glanced back at me. "Is your landlord even good with this?"

"Eh," I shrugged.

He shrugged back. "Alright, it's your deposit."

He picked up his drill and I sat back down on the couch, watching him work. It whirred to life and the bit sank into my wall like butter, pulling out drywall dust, then sawdust. I crossed my legs, paying attention to his hands. I caught myself biting my lip. He changed out the bit and grabbed one of the screws I'd laid out, placing the bracket on the wall. He lined it all up and drilled, pressing his body into the wall as the stud resisted the screw's teeth. The second screw at the opposite corner had it lined up on the wall perfectly. I squirmed once on my couch, just once. Jay went about tightening all four of them until it was flush and secure.

He stepped back and I got up, walking toward the bracket. I put both hands on it and tugged. Solid. I tried twisting it and it didn't give, not even a little. Warmth spread from my stomach out through my body. My breath hitched and I felt my panties get a little more damp. I stepped back from the mount and looked over at Jay. He smirked at me, and I noticed that my mouth had twisted into a sultry smile, which I quickly corrected by pursing my lips.

"Good?" he said.

"Really good," I breathed, keeping my legs together.

He held my eye for just a second longer, then he looked down and reached for the TV. He'd already fastened the mounting hooks into the back of it. "Alright, let's get it up. Ready?"

I nodded silently, my eyes wide.

Jay took most of the weight of the TV on his side after I found a good grip, keeping my side level with his. "I got it, you just guide me in." His voice was quiet and confident, and I stopped thinking about my hands or the weight of the TV or the wall. I just let Jay guide me and instruct me, and my body followed his every word, walking it slowly towards the bracket.

"Easy," he said. "Little higher. There it is. Hold it, a little more in..." It clicked. "There. Let go."

I let go. I took a step back, just staring at the TV on my wall. Then I looked at Jay, still making some final adjustments of its position on the mount. His arms flexing, his hands gripping, his face still so focused.

"Hey you were right! Look at the confidence of that wall, already friends with the 'backet.'"

I laughed, shaking my head. Then I kept laughing, harder, bending forward with it. I looked up with a hand over my mouth, tears already threatening the corners of my eyes. I was laughing at 'backet,' I was laughing at my strong, confident wall, laughing at how it was holding up my brand new, perfectly sized TV and how Jay put it up there for me just because I asked him to.

Jay started laughing back at me, which only made it worse.

I was laughing harder and harder from being so worked up for the last hour, and it all just came out of me at once as I dropped to my knees on the floor almost literally laughing my ass off.

"Dammit Jay," I said, still giggling.

"Alright alright," he said, recovering. "We're not done yet."

I propped myself up on my knees, getting the last of the giggles out while he grabbed the cable rail. Slim, white, meant to run down the wall from the TV to the outlet. He picked it up, unwrapped it, then set it against the wall and measured the run from behind the TV to the outlet at the baseboard. He made a mark, then he took a box cutter from his pocket and cut it to size, cleanly.

He used his level to make sure it was straight, then pressed it firm against the wall. I was sitting back on my heels watching him, my knees pressed together. He gathered each cable that was needed, bunching them up and measuring them before setting them at the top of the rail by the TV, clipping it closed. He worked down the rail one inch at a time, lining up the cables, pressing the cover flush as he went. It made a soft gliding sound as more of the rail latched. I felt my pulse, shifting my hips, paying close attention to both of his hands as they steadily put everything into place.

Jay hooked up my soundbar first, the red light of the optical cable glowing on his hand before he found the right port. Then he grabbed my switch dock that was just sitting in the box nearby, just flipping open the back and slotting in the HDMI, the power cord, and the charging cable for the controller. I didn't even notice him feeding the extra cable to the TV, he just silently accounted for it.

My breath came out a little unsteady. I had my thighs pressed together, my heart beating faster than normal, my lip caught between my teeth. My TV was all set up and I was so wet.

It was a clean setup, the cables were well hidden. Jay stood up, turning on the TV to make sure it was all working well. Clean picture, sound coming through, input to my Switch working perfectly. Then he looked at me, still on my knees on the floor, and I looked back at him. The corner of his mouth pulled up.

"You good down there?"

"I'm great," I said. My voice was lower than I intended, but I didn't mind.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I can tell."

He reached down and offered his hand. I took it, and he pulled me up in one easy motion. He walked backwards toward the couch, still holding my hand and taking me with him. He sat into it, pulling me along until I was straddling him, one knee on either side of his legs.

"You're very comfortable in my apartment," I said.

"You invited me," he said, his hand resting on my hip. "It's a nice apartment too."

"Even nicer now that there's a TV on my wall," I laughed and settled onto his lap, grinding against him as his hands squeezed my hips. His thumbs traced small circles on my waist.

"Looks good there," he said.

I grabbed his face and kissed him. He kissed back immediately, his hand sliding under the back of my shirt, the other staying firmly on my hip. I rocked my hips into him slightly, feeling him getting hard through his jeans. I smiled against his mouth.

"What?" he said, pulling back just a little to smirk at me.

"I'm not allowed to smile?"

He shook his head and pulled me back in to keep kissing me. His hands found the hem of my shirt, lifting it while I raised my arms, then it was gone and I was topless on top of him. I reached for his too, pulling it over his head, then I pressed my bare tits to his chest and kept kissing him.

His hands slid up from my waist, feeling my ribs, one hand curving in to cup my breast. I gasped, pulling away from his mouth, and he lowered it to my neck. "Mmh," I sighed, then I felt his teeth press in and I pulled back.

"Hey, careful. I've got work tomorrow."

He looked at me, then at my neck. He pulled me back in and he moved his head to my shoulder, kissing it before biting down on it harder.

"Jay!"

He looked up, grinning. "What? You cover up your shoulder at work, right?"

"You ass," I laughed, pushing at his chest.

"Careful," he said, his hands tightening on my hips, pulling me back down against him. "Or it's gonna go in yours."

I pursed my lips and hit him on the chest, not too hard, still smiling. He laughed and pulled me back into the kiss, a real one, his hands moving to the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hips just enough to let him pull them down, along with my panties. I kicked them off to the side, standing up to reach for his jeans and boxers, which he helped me get off.

I straddled him again, both of us completely naked, and I looked at his face. "Don't look so surprised," I said, wriggling my hips against him. "You built up to this."

Jay's hands settled on my ass, pulling me in as I wriggled. He opened his mouth to say something back, but I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking him and feeling him twitch in my palm. He only managed to get out a small groan. One hand squeezed my ass tighter while the other one slid up to my tit, his fingers running over my nipple. I laughed softly, lifting my hips and sliding my wet pussy over his shaft.

"Surprised isn't the word I'd use," he said, rocking his hips up under me.

"Then don't," I breathed, my hips rocking more deliberately. I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed my hand to his cock, pushing it lower, lifting my hips so his tip caught at my slit. Then I sank down, taking him inside me. "Ah..." I closed my eyes as I felt pure relief from the first inch of his cock stretching me. The ache that had built while I watched him put up my TV simply exhaled from my body as I took him in. He throbbed in my pussy and I clenched around his cock, rocking my hips up, then sinking back down until he was buried completely inside me.

He moved his hands back to my hips as I settled onto his cock, tightening on me. My clit pressed against his hip, the fullness settling deep in my belly. I leaned my body into his, pressing my tits to his chest again as I started moving, lifting and sinking in a rhythm my body was following on pure instinct. "Mmh," I sighed into his shoulder, his hands gripping my ass as I rolled my hips in a circle, just feeling his cock twitch deep inside me.

My arms wrapped around the back of his neck as I picked up speed. My hips rolled up and down, sliding his cock in and out as I bounced my ass on his lap. "Fuck," he muttered as he rocked under me, meeting my pace, the wet sounds of my pussy filling the room. Every downward stroke sent sparks up my spine. His hands gripped me so firmly, the same hands that had spent most of the evening setting up my TV. He was here just for me and I clenched on him tighter.

Jay's hand left my ass and slid between us. His fingers found my clit, pressing it and circling over it with the same steady pressure he'd used on the level earlier. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut. "Oh fuck, Jay..." I whimpered, my hips slamming down on him. "There, right there..." My thighs started to tremble.

He kept me secure in his lap while I unraveled, feeling his cock right at my cervix, his fingers buzzing my clit, my nipples so hard on his chest, and his hand pulling my ass back down onto him with every single fucking thrust... "Ahh... ahh...!" I heard myself echo on the walls of my living room as I came, my whole body clenching on him. My arms pulled at his neck, my thighs shook on his hips, and my pussy milked his cock in rolling squeezes, and he kept slowly, firmly fucking into me all through my orgasm, moaning low in my ear.

I slumped against his chest, panting, my thighs still trembling around him. Jay patted my ass and chuckled. "Having fun up there?"

I nodded, still catching my breath. My forehead pressed to his shoulder, my pussy still squeezing him.

"Good," he said, with that same grin I could just hear. "My turn."

He wrapped one arm around my waist, the other under my ass, and he lifted me clean off of his cock. I let out a surprised laugh and a squeal as he tossed me back down to the couch, my knees on the cushions, his hand at the small of my back, pressing me forward and bending me over the back of it. My tits pressed against the back cushion, my ass arched up, my legs spread to present my soaked pussy for him. I looked back at him as he stood behind me, his cock glistening with my cum.

I wiggled my ass as he stepped closer, his hand stroking down my spine, the other guiding his cock back to my pussy. "You know," he said, teasing me with the tip. "You were squirming pretty bad by the time I was working on the cables."

"You kept me waiting," I laughed, pushing back against him. "That's the whole po- ah!"

He pushed forward and sank back into me. "Worth the wait?"

I couldn't reply, I was just moaning into the couch as he pressed his cock completely inside my pussy. His hands gripped my hips firmly as he pulled back out and fucked into me harder. I heard the wet slap of skin as his hips slammed against my ass, his cock hitting me deep as I arched my back and raised my ass for him. I felt so full of him, each thrust rocking me forward into the couch.

He leaned in over me, his hand coming around to grab and squeeze my tit. I rocked my hips back into him, moaning "Mmph, mmph, mmph!" into the cushion as he just railed me. My legs spread wider, my pussy trying to take his cock deeper. I could feel him in my stomach. My toes curled, dangling off the couch while he groaned over me.

"Right there?" he asked. I just nodded furiously, and he kept the same relentless pace. One hand left my ass, curving in to stroke my clit again while his other hand pinched my nipple between his fingers. I melted under him, pressing my face completely into the cushion, my hands gripping it for dear life as he pulled on every raw nerve in my body.

I looked back at him, his larger body slamming into me, the muscles in his arms tight as he kept pulling me back onto him. "Don't you dare stop," I whimpered.

He grinned, tightening his hold and fucking me even harder. "Wouldn't dream of it, Claire bear."

"Fuck- ugh- ahh!" I thrashed, clenching on him, screaming helplessly at him as he made me cum hard on his cock. My back arched, my pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock, my hands gripping the back of the couch as I screamed into it.

He fucked me hard all the way through it, making me see white as he slammed into me over and over, faster and faster, grunting and squeezing my waist until he pushed in deep and throbbed. His cock exploded inside me, filling my pussy with cum in heavy spurts, making me cum all over again as he flooded me, splashing against my cervix.

I panted against the cushion, my pussy still clenching his cock as he emptied the last of his cum inside me. He was breathing hard too, his hands giving my ass one last squeeze before he eased back, his cock slipping out of my pussy with a wet pop. I felt his cum start to leak down my thigh, and I reached to my right for the towel I left on the couch when Jay arrived, pressing it between my legs and sliding sideways to sit back down.

"Damn Claire," he said, sitting down next to me after putting his pants back on. "You really don't do anything halfway."

I smiled at him, pulling my shirt off the floor and putting it on, then I looked over at the TV. "Neither do you."

I slipped into the bathroom, then I came back out to grab the Switch controllers and tossed one to him.

"Oh shit are we squaring up already?" he asked.

"Yup," I said, already loading up Super Smash Brothers. "I’m kicking your ass for that ‘Claire bear’ shit."

We played for a while. He picked Pikachu and stuck with him for the entire night. He groaned when I beat him with Zelda first, then Marth, Bayonetta, and Samus, but he finally took the last match when I picked Peach. "That's what I'm talking about!" he yelled, as if I hadn't been kicking his ass up until then, but I let him have the moment.

At some point he called it a night and went up to go find his shoes. I stayed on the couch with my controller in my lap, looking at the room while he got his stuff together. The TV on the wall with the soundbar underneath it, the bookcase with Dani's dish and Martin's candle and the books I still needed to read. The couple remaining boxes that would soon be unpacked. It was all coming together.

"It looks good," Jay said, his bag slung over his shoulder as he caught me looking around. "Picked a good place."

"Thanks," I said. I never knew what to say to him when he got all sincere like this. "Really, appreciate it."

He grinned and did a dumb little two-finger salute from his forehead, I did it back and shook my head as he closed the door behind him. I sat there for another minute, the TV and the lights still on. I got up to turn the lights off, then I sat back down on the couch and closed Smash, scrolling the home screen to load up Tears of the Kingdom. The TV cast a soft glow across the room.

The game loaded up, and it looked incredible.

Chapter 1

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I noticed the sunlight shining through my curtains before I was fully awake. I lay there for a second, stretching, getting my bearings. It was morning. I was in my bed, in my room, alone and peaceful in my apartment.

I checked my phone: 6:52am, and my alarm was set for seven. I smiled, feeling good about waking up right before my alarm, my morning already going well. I sat up, raising one arm above my head, the other crossing over to hold it, arching my back in a full body stretch. The covers dropped from my chest, the sunlight hitting my bare skin. I turned, my feet meeting the floor, pulling on a long t-shirt as I stepped out of my room to start the coffee.

My kitchen has one of those passthroughs that looks into the living room. The place was really starting to come together. I had fewer and fewer unpacked boxes laying around, and the bookcase against the wall did give the room some character. Dani was right. Over the past week I'd filled it with small things; a ceramic dish from my grandmother, a candle that Martin had given me as a housewarming gift, a couple framed family photos, and of course my small but growing collection of books.

I smiled and remembered how the bookcase got there. It's always fun when I call someone for a favor for the first time, I never know exactly how they'll react. Brian was adorable, the way he tried to leave and do the 'honorable' thing after helping me build it. I was a little worried he'd actually leave me high and dry that night, but he did well. I felt a small twinge in my pussy. He did very well.

The coffee maker beeped twice, letting me know that my mug was ready, and I took it with me to the living room. The only boxes left were either going into storage, or waiting for the last piece of the place to be ready. I splurged on a new TV a couple weeks ago, and it just arrived last night. The box was leaning against the wall where it was going to go, along with the mounting kit and the sound bar that I ordered along with it. 70 inches, OLED, just the right amount of Smart in the TV without feeling invasive.

I grabbed my phone, set my coffee down, and plopped backwards onto my couch. I wanted the TV up tonight; I was putting off playing Tears of the Kingdom because it deserved a real screen, and I wanted to start hosting friends again. I scrolled through my contacts carefully. This wasn’t a first-timer kind of ask. I’d researched the mount to make sure it was perfect for the TV and for my wall, but I needed someone who was comfortable with the task and would get it right.

I stopped on Jay's name and paused. He was good with his hands, I think he mentioned mounting screens at his job too. He was a lot, though. He was the kind of person whose energy filled a room whether he meant it to or not, and I needed to be in the right headspace for it. I looked up at my boxed up TV, sucked in my teeth, and I nodded to myself. I opened up his contact to text him.

"Hey, my new TV just arrived! 🙌 Think you can help me put it up tonight? You can use my pussy after"

He slept late, so I wasn't expecting a reply for a while. I set my phone on my coffee table, grabbed my coffee, and headed to my bathroom to shower and get ready for work.

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The commute wasn't anything special, I had a podcast that Martin had recently gotten me hooked on and I hit most of the lights on my way to work. I had a full morning; an ad campaign review that went twenty minutes over, two back to back meetings, and a Teams group chat that included everyone except the right person to answer it. Busy enough that lunch snuck up on me. It was Jess's turn to cover for our weekly diner date. I vented about the morning I had while she cracked jokes at our coworkers' expense.

I checked my phone when I got back to my desk, nothing from Jay yet. I was 50/50 on if he slept in or if he missed my text. I ran through my contacts again in my head, there were a couple people I could call later if it came to it. But by the time I was wrapping up an email at around 1:30, my phone buzzed on my desk.

Jay: "lmaooo good morning to you too 😭 yeah I gotchu, what time?"

I smiled and typed back.

"Jay wtf it's 1:30 😭 around 7 work?"

Jay: "🤣 ikr, late gig last night"

Then he thumbs-up'd my message, so we were good for 7. I put my phone down and got back to work.

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I got home around six and I changed into something more comfortable, just my long shirt and some shorts. I heated up a bowl of leftover pasta for a quick dinner. Seven passed by without a message or a knock, but that was Jay for you. Finally at 7:16, my phone buzzed.

Jay: "outside"

I set my bowl in the sink, grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and draped it over my couch on my way to the door.

I unlocked it, opening it slowly. "Don't you dare say-"

"Claire bear!" he yelled.

"God dammit!" I shut the door in his face, smiling a little and shaking my head. I hated that nickname and he knew it, and he pulled that every single time he saw me anyway.

After about twenty seconds, he knocked on my door. I opened it. He just stood there grinning, and I let him in.

Jay came prepared with a tool bag that included a drill, a level, and a stud finder. He usually had everything he needed in there. He dropped the bag by the couch and looked around the room, taking it in. "Nice place," he said. He looked at the TV box, then the wall, then back to the box. "That's a big TV, Claire."

"It's a big wall," I said.

He cocked his head. "Is it though?" He was still grinning as he walked over to the wall, standing in front of it and spreading his arms, measuring it with his wingspan. There was more wall than arm. "This is maaaybe a medium wall."

"I did measure it, Jay."

"Hey I'm just saying, it's a lot of TV for a medium size wall."

"Are you gonna help me or are you gonna make fun of my style?"

"Both," he said, dropping his arms and grabbing his level. "How high you want it?"

I sat on the couch and guided his hand, centered on the wall with the bottom of the screen eye level from where I was sitting. He made a mark, then we unboxed the TV so he could take its measurements and transfer them to the wall. I watched him work while I opened the mounting kit.

Jay pulled out the instructions before I could tell him I already read them. They'd been translated from Chinese well enough to get the point across.

"Okay," he said. "Step one. 'Please to ensure bracket is friend with wall before final securing.'" He looked at me. "So first they need to be friends."

"It means flush," I said.

"It says 'friend,' Claire. Like, has the bracket met the wall yet? Are they close?" He looked back at the manual. "I don't make the rules."

"They'll make friends when you find the studs," I said, holding back a laugh.

"Step two." He cleared his throat. "'Use pencil to make love to wall at desired position.' Damn, that's dirty."

I actually laughed at that one. "It says mark the wall!"

"It says make love."

"It does not! Give me that." I reached for it and he turned it around to show me. I jammed my finger at the step. "'Mark the wall.' Right there."

He flipped ahead, ignoring me. "Oh, this is important. 'Warning. Do not install bracket-’ no, sorry- ‘backet, in wall that is shy or unstable.'" He looked up. "Is your wall shy?"

"My wall is the most confident one in this building," I said.

"You sure? Because this is a lot to ask of a wall you've only known for like a month."

"Two months." I pointed to the stud finder sitting on my couch. He picked it up, still smiling, and turned to the wall. I was still laughing a little.

He found the first stud and marked it, running the laser across my wall to find the next one. I started sorting out the hardware from the kit; bolts, washers, wood screws. His stud finder beeped and he marked the second one, exactly where I thought it was after knocking on the wall the other week.

"Got it," he said, picking up the bracket and holding it to the wall. The level was sitting flat on top, and he made some small final adjustments before marking off exactly where to drill. I noticed how focused he was here, his goofiness pushed aside as he finished his markings. Competent. I smiled, shifting on my couch, heat starting in my legs.

"Are we running cables through the wall?" he asked, still facing it.

"Nope, I have a rail. Busting a bigger hole is tougher to get away with than a few drill holes."

He glanced back at me. "Is your landlord even good with this?"

"Eh," I shrugged.

He shrugged back. "Alright, it's your deposit."

He picked up his drill and I sat back down on the couch, watching him work. It whirred to life and the bit sank into my wall like butter, pulling out drywall dust, then sawdust. I crossed my legs, paying attention to his hands. I caught myself biting my lip. He changed out the bit and grabbed one of the screws I'd laid out, placing the bracket on the wall. He lined it all up and drilled, pressing his body into the wall as the stud resisted the screw's teeth. The second screw at the opposite corner had it lined up on the wall perfectly. I squirmed once on my couch, just once. Jay went about tightening all four of them until it was flush and secure.

He stepped back and I got up, walking toward the bracket. I put both hands on it and tugged. Solid. I tried twisting it and it didn't give, not even a little. Warmth spread from my stomach out through my body. My breath hitched and I felt my panties get a little more damp. I stepped back from the mount and looked over at Jay. He smirked at me, and I noticed that my mouth had twisted into a sultry smile, which I quickly corrected by pursing my lips.

"Good?" he said.

"Really good," I breathed, keeping my legs together.

He held my eye for just a second longer, then he looked down and reached for the TV. He'd already fastened the mounting hooks into the back of it. "Alright, let's get it up. Ready?"

I nodded silently, my eyes wide.

Jay took most of the weight of the TV on his side after I found a good grip, keeping my side level with his. "I got it, you just guide me in." His voice was quiet and confident, and I stopped thinking about my hands or the weight of the TV or the wall. I just let Jay guide me and instruct me, and my body followed his every word, walking it slowly towards the bracket.

"Easy," he said. "Little higher. There it is. Hold it, a little more in..." It clicked. "There. Let go."

I let go. I took a step back, just staring at the TV on my wall. Then I looked at Jay, still making some final adjustments of its position on the mount. His arms flexing, his hands gripping, his face still so focused.

"Hey you were right! Look at the confidence of that wall, already friends with the 'backet.'"

I laughed, shaking my head. Then I kept laughing, harder, bending forward with it. I looked up with a hand over my mouth, tears already threatening the corners of my eyes. I was laughing at 'backet,' I was laughing at my strong, confident wall, laughing at how it was holding up my brand new, perfectly sized TV and how Jay put it up there for me just because I asked him to.

Jay started laughing back at me, which only made it worse.

I was laughing harder and harder from being so worked up for the last hour, and it all just came out of me at once as I dropped to my knees on the floor almost literally laughing my ass off.

"Dammit Jay," I said, still giggling.

"Alright alright," he said, recovering. "We're not done yet."

I propped myself up on my knees, getting the last of the giggles out while he grabbed the cable rail. Slim, white, meant to run down the wall from the TV to the outlet. He picked it up, unwrapped it, then set it against the wall and measured the run from behind the TV to the outlet at the baseboard. He made a mark, then he took a box cutter from his pocket and cut it to size, cleanly.

He used his level to make sure it was straight, then pressed it firm against the wall. I was sitting back on my heels watching him, my knees pressed together. He gathered each cable that was needed, bunching them up and measuring them before setting them at the top of the rail by the TV, clipping it closed. He worked down the rail one inch at a time, lining up the cables, pressing the cover flush as he went. It made a soft gliding sound as more of the rail latched. I felt my pulse, shifting my hips, paying close attention to both of his hands as they steadily put everything into place.

Jay hooked up my soundbar first, the red light of the optical cable glowing on his hand before he found the right port. Then he grabbed my switch dock that was just sitting in the box nearby, just flipping open the back and slotting in the HDMI, the power cord, and the charging cable for the controller. I didn't even notice him feeding the extra cable to the TV, he just silently accounted for it.

My breath came out a little unsteady. I had my thighs pressed together, my heart beating faster than normal, my lip caught between my teeth. My TV was all set up and I was so wet.

It was a clean setup, the cables were well hidden. Jay stood up, turning on the TV to make sure it was all working well. Clean picture, sound coming through, input to my Switch working perfectly. Then he looked at me, still on my knees on the floor, and I looked back at him. The corner of his mouth pulled up.

"You good down there?"

"I'm great," I said. My voice was lower than I intended, but I didn't mind.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I can tell."

He reached down and offered his hand. I took it, and he pulled me up in one easy motion. He walked backwards toward the couch, still holding my hand and taking me with him. He sat into it, pulling me along until I was straddling him, one knee on either side of his legs.

"You're very comfortable in my apartment," I said.

"You invited me," he said, his hand resting on my hip. "It's a nice apartment too."

"Even nicer now that there's a TV on my wall," I laughed and settled onto his lap, grinding against him as his hands squeezed my hips. His thumbs traced small circles on my waist.

"Looks good there," he said.

I grabbed his face and kissed him. He kissed back immediately, his hand sliding under the back of my shirt, the other staying firmly on my hip. I rocked my hips into him slightly, feeling him getting hard through his jeans. I smiled against his mouth.

"What?" he said, pulling back just a little to smirk at me.

"I'm not allowed to smile?"

He shook his head and pulled me back in to keep kissing me. His hands found the hem of my shirt, lifting it while I raised my arms, then it was gone and I was topless on top of him. I reached for his too, pulling it over his head, then I pressed my bare tits to his chest and kept kissing him.

His hands slid up from my waist, feeling my ribs, one hand curving in to cup my breast. I gasped, pulling away from his mouth, and he lowered it to my neck. "Mmh," I sighed, then I felt his teeth press in and I pulled back.

"Hey, careful. I've got work tomorrow."

He looked at me, then at my neck. He pulled me back in and he moved his head to my shoulder, kissing it before biting down on it harder.

"Jay!"

He looked up, grinning. "What? You cover up your shoulder at work, right?"

"You ass," I laughed, pushing at his chest.

"Careful," he said, his hands tightening on my hips, pulling me back down against him. "Or it's gonna go in yours."

I pursed my lips and hit him on the chest, not too hard, still smiling. He laughed and pulled me back into the kiss, a real one, his hands moving to the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hips just enough to let him pull them down, along with my panties. I kicked them off to the side, standing up to reach for his jeans and boxers, which he helped me get off.

I straddled him again, both of us completely naked, and I looked at his face. "Don't look so surprised," I said, wriggling my hips against him. "You built up to this."

Jay's hands settled on my ass, pulling me in as I wriggled. He opened his mouth to say something back, but I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking him and feeling him twitch in my palm. He only managed to get out a small groan. One hand squeezed my ass tighter while the other one slid up to my tit, his fingers running over my nipple. I laughed softly, lifting my hips and sliding my wet pussy over his shaft.

"Surprised isn't the word I'd use," he said, rocking his hips up under me.

"Then don't," I breathed, my hips rocking more deliberately. I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed my hand to his cock, pushing it lower, lifting my hips so his tip caught at my slit. Then I sank down, taking him inside me. "Ah..." I closed my eyes as I felt pure relief from the first inch of his cock stretching me. The ache that had built while I watched him put up my TV simply exhaled from my body as I took him in. He throbbed in my pussy and I clenched around his cock, rocking my hips up, then sinking back down until he was buried completely inside me.

He moved his hands back to my hips as I settled onto his cock, tightening on me. My clit pressed against his hip, the fullness settling deep in my belly. I leaned my body into his, pressing my tits to his chest again as I started moving, lifting and sinking in a rhythm my body was following on pure instinct. "Mmh," I sighed into his shoulder, his hands gripping my ass as I rolled my hips in a circle, just feeling his cock twitch deep inside me.

My arms wrapped around the back of his neck as I picked up speed. My hips rolled up and down, sliding his cock in and out as I bounced my ass on his lap. "Fuck," he muttered as he rocked under me, meeting my pace, the wet sounds of my pussy filling the room. Every downward stroke sent sparks up my spine. His hands gripped me so firmly, the same hands that had spent most of the evening setting up my TV. He was here just for me and I clenched on him tighter.

Jay's hand left my ass and slid between us. His fingers found my clit, pressing it and circling over it with the same steady pressure he'd used on the level earlier. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut. "Oh fuck, Jay..." I whimpered, my hips slamming down on him. "There, right there..." My thighs started to tremble.

He kept me secure in his lap while I unraveled, feeling his cock right at my cervix, his fingers buzzing my clit, my nipples so hard on his chest, and his hand pulling my ass back down onto him with every single fucking thrust... "Ahh... ahh...!" I heard myself echo on the walls of my living room as I came, my whole body clenching on him. My arms pulled at his neck, my thighs shook on his hips, and my pussy milked his cock in rolling squeezes, and he kept slowly, firmly fucking into me all through my orgasm, moaning low in my ear.

I slumped against his chest, panting, my thighs still trembling around him. Jay patted my ass and chuckled. "Having fun up there?"

I nodded, still catching my breath. My forehead pressed to his shoulder, my pussy still squeezing him.

"Good," he said, with that same grin I could just hear. "My turn."

He wrapped one arm around my waist, the other under my ass, and he lifted me clean off of his cock. I let out a surprised laugh and a squeal as he tossed me back down to the couch, my knees on the cushions, his hand at the small of my back, pressing me forward and bending me over the back of it. My tits pressed against the back cushion, my ass arched up, my legs spread to present my soaked pussy for him. I looked back at him as he stood behind me, his cock glistening with my cum.

I wiggled my ass as he stepped closer, his hand stroking down my spine, the other guiding his cock back to my pussy. "You know," he said, teasing me with the tip. "You were squirming pretty bad by the time I was working on the cables."

"You kept me waiting," I laughed, pushing back against him. "That's the whole po- ah!"

He pushed forward and sank back into me. "Worth the wait?"

I couldn't reply, I was just moaning into the couch as he pressed his cock completely inside my pussy. His hands gripped my hips firmly as he pulled back out and fucked into me harder. I heard the wet slap of skin as his hips slammed against my ass, his cock hitting me deep as I arched my back and raised my ass for him. I felt so full of him, each thrust rocking me forward into the couch.

He leaned in over me, his hand coming around to grab and squeeze my tit. I rocked my hips back into him, moaning "Mmph, mmph, mmph!" into the cushion as he just railed me. My legs spread wider, my pussy trying to take his cock deeper. I could feel him in my stomach. My toes curled, dangling off the couch while he groaned over me.

"Right there?" he asked. I just nodded furiously, and he kept the same relentless pace. One hand left my ass, curving in to stroke my clit again while his other hand pinched my nipple between his fingers. I melted under him, pressing my face completely into the cushion, my hands gripping it for dear life as he pulled on every raw nerve in my body.

I looked back at him, his larger body slamming into me, the muscles in his arms tight as he kept pulling me back onto him. "Don't you dare stop," I whimpered.

He grinned, tightening his hold and fucking me even harder. "Wouldn't dream of it, Claire bear."

"Fuck- ugh- ahh!" I thrashed, clenching on him, screaming helplessly at him as he made me cum hard on his cock. My back arched, my pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock, my hands gripping the back of the couch as I screamed into it.

He fucked me hard all the way through it, making me see white as he slammed into me over and over, faster and faster, grunting and squeezing my waist until he pushed in deep and throbbed. His cock exploded inside me, filling my pussy with cum in heavy spurts, making me cum all over again as he flooded me, splashing against my cervix.

I panted against the cushion, my pussy still clenching his cock as he emptied the last of his cum inside me. He was breathing hard too, his hands giving my ass one last squeeze before he eased back, his cock slipping out of my pussy with a wet pop. I felt his cum start to leak down my thigh, and I reached to my right for the towel I left on the couch when Jay arrived, pressing it between my legs and sliding sideways to sit back down.

"Damn Claire," he said, sitting down next to me after putting his pants back on. "You really don't do anything halfway."

I smiled at him, pulling my shirt off the floor and putting it on, then I looked over at the TV. "Neither do you."

I slipped into the bathroom, then I came back out to grab the Switch controllers and tossed one to him.

"Oh shit are we squaring up already?" he asked.

"Yup," I said, already loading up Super Smash Brothers. "I’m kicking your ass for that ‘Claire bear’ shit."

We played for a while. He picked Pikachu and stuck with him for the entire night. He groaned when I beat him with Zelda first, then Marth, Bayonetta, and Samus, but he finally took the last match when I picked Peach. "That's what I'm talking about!" he yelled, as if I hadn't been kicking his ass up until then, but I let him have the moment.

At some point he called it a night and went up to go find his shoes. I stayed on the couch with my controller in my lap, looking at the room while he got his stuff together. The TV on the wall with the soundbar underneath it, the bookcase with Dani's dish and Martin's candle and the books I still needed to read. The couple remaining boxes that would soon be unpacked. It was all coming together.

"It looks good," Jay said, his bag slung over his shoulder as he caught me looking around. "Picked a good place."

"Thanks," I said. I never knew what to say to him when he got all sincere like this. "Really, appreciate it."

He grinned and did a dumb little two-finger salute from his forehead, I did it back and shook my head as he closed the door behind him. I sat there for another minute, the TV and the lights still on. I got up to turn the lights off, then I sat back down on the couch and closed Smash, scrolling the home screen to load up Tears of the Kingdom. The TV cast a soft glow across the room.

The game loaded up, and it looked incredible.

Chapter 1

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I noticed the sunlight shining through my curtains before I was fully awake. I lay there for a second, stretching, getting my bearings. It was morning. I was in my bed, in my room, alone and peaceful in my apartment.

I checked my phone: 6:52am, and my alarm was set for seven. I smiled, feeling good about waking up right before my alarm, my morning already going well. I sat up, raising one arm above my head, the other crossing over to hold it, arching my back in a full body stretch. The covers dropped from my chest, the sunlight hitting my bare skin. I turned, my feet meeting the floor, pulling on a long t-shirt as I stepped out of my room to start the coffee.

My kitchen has one of those passthroughs that looks into the living room. The place was really starting to come together. I had fewer and fewer unpacked boxes laying around, and the bookcase against the wall did give the room some character. Dani was right. Over the past week I'd filled it with small things; a ceramic dish from my grandmother, a candle that Martin had given me as a housewarming gift, a couple framed family photos, and of course my small but growing collection of books.

I smiled and remembered how the bookcase got there. It's always fun when I call someone for a favor for the first time, I never know exactly how they'll react. Brian was adorable, the way he tried to leave and do the 'honorable' thing after helping me build it. I was a little worried he'd actually leave me high and dry that night, but he did well. I felt a small twinge in my pussy. He did very well.

The coffee maker beeped twice, letting me know that my mug was ready, and I took it with me to the living room. The only boxes left were either going into storage, or waiting for the last piece of the place to be ready. I splurged on a new TV a couple weeks ago, and it just arrived last night. The box was leaning against the wall where it was going to go, along with the mounting kit and the sound bar that I ordered along with it. 70 inches, OLED, just the right amount of Smart in the TV without feeling invasive.

I grabbed my phone, set my coffee down, and plopped backwards onto my couch. I wanted the TV up tonight; I was putting off playing Tears of the Kingdom because it deserved a real screen, and I wanted to start hosting friends again. I scrolled through my contacts carefully. This wasn’t a first-timer kind of ask. I’d researched the mount to make sure it was perfect for the TV and for my wall, but I needed someone who was comfortable with the task and would get it right.

I stopped on Jay's name and paused. He was good with his hands, I think he mentioned mounting screens at his job too. He was a lot, though. He was the kind of person whose energy filled a room whether he meant it to or not, and I needed to be in the right headspace for it. I looked up at my boxed up TV, sucked in my teeth, and I nodded to myself. I opened up his contact to text him.

"Hey, my new TV just arrived! 🙌 Think you can help me put it up tonight? You can use my pussy after"

He slept late, so I wasn't expecting a reply for a while. I set my phone on my coffee table, grabbed my coffee, and headed to my bathroom to shower and get ready for work.

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The commute wasn't anything special, I had a podcast that Martin had recently gotten me hooked on and I hit most of the lights on my way to work. I had a full morning; an ad campaign review that went twenty minutes over, two back to back meetings, and a Teams group chat that included everyone except the right person to answer it. Busy enough that lunch snuck up on me. It was Jess's turn to cover for our weekly diner date. I vented about the morning I had while she cracked jokes at our coworkers' expense.

I checked my phone when I got back to my desk, nothing from Jay yet. I was 50/50 on if he slept in or if he missed my text. I ran through my contacts again in my head, there were a couple people I could call later if it came to it. But by the time I was wrapping up an email at around 1:30, my phone buzzed on my desk.

Jay: "lmaooo good morning to you too 😭 yeah I gotchu, what time?"

I smiled and typed back.

"Jay wtf it's 1:30 😭 around 7 work?"

Jay: "🤣 ikr, late gig last night"

Then he thumbs-up'd my message, so we were good for 7. I put my phone down and got back to work.

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I got home around six and I changed into something more comfortable, just my long shirt and some shorts. I heated up a bowl of leftover pasta for a quick dinner. Seven passed by without a message or a knock, but that was Jay for you. Finally at 7:16, my phone buzzed.

Jay: "outside"

I set my bowl in the sink, grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and draped it over my couch on my way to the door.

I unlocked it, opening it slowly. "Don't you dare say-"

"Claire bear!" he yelled.

"God dammit!" I shut the door in his face, smiling a little and shaking my head. I hated that nickname and he knew it, and he pulled that every single time he saw me anyway.

After about twenty seconds, he knocked on my door. I opened it. He just stood there grinning, and I let him in.

Jay came prepared with a tool bag that included a drill, a level, and a stud finder. He usually had everything he needed in there. He dropped the bag by the couch and looked around the room, taking it in. "Nice place," he said. He looked at the TV box, then the wall, then back to the box. "That's a big TV, Claire."

"It's a big wall," I said.

He cocked his head. "Is it though?" He was still grinning as he walked over to the wall, standing in front of it and spreading his arms, measuring it with his wingspan. There was more wall than arm. "This is maaaybe a medium wall."

"I did measure it, Jay."

"Hey I'm just saying, it's a lot of TV for a medium size wall."

"Are you gonna help me or are you gonna make fun of my style?"

"Both," he said, dropping his arms and grabbing his level. "How high you want it?"

I sat on the couch and guided his hand, centered on the wall with the bottom of the screen eye level from where I was sitting. He made a mark, then we unboxed the TV so he could take its measurements and transfer them to the wall. I watched him work while I opened the mounting kit.

Jay pulled out the instructions before I could tell him I already read them. They'd been translated from Chinese well enough to get the point across.

"Okay," he said. "Step one. 'Please to ensure bracket is friend with wall before final securing.'" He looked at me. "So first they need to be friends."

"It means flush," I said.

"It says 'friend,' Claire. Like, has the bracket met the wall yet? Are they close?" He looked back at the manual. "I don't make the rules."

"They'll make friends when you find the studs," I said, holding back a laugh.

"Step two." He cleared his throat. "'Use pencil to make love to wall at desired position.' Damn, that's dirty."

I actually laughed at that one. "It says mark the wall!"

"It says make love."

"It does not! Give me that." I reached for it and he turned it around to show me. I jammed my finger at the step. "'Mark the wall.' Right there."

He flipped ahead, ignoring me. "Oh, this is important. 'Warning. Do not install bracket-’ no, sorry- ‘backet, in wall that is shy or unstable.'" He looked up. "Is your wall shy?"

"My wall is the most confident one in this building," I said.

"You sure? Because this is a lot to ask of a wall you've only known for like a month."

"Two months." I pointed to the stud finder sitting on my couch. He picked it up, still smiling, and turned to the wall. I was still laughing a little.

He found the first stud and marked it, running the laser across my wall to find the next one. I started sorting out the hardware from the kit; bolts, washers, wood screws. His stud finder beeped and he marked the second one, exactly where I thought it was after knocking on the wall the other week.

"Got it," he said, picking up the bracket and holding it to the wall. The level was sitting flat on top, and he made some small final adjustments before marking off exactly where to drill. I noticed how focused he was here, his goofiness pushed aside as he finished his markings. Competent. I smiled, shifting on my couch, heat starting in my legs.

"Are we running cables through the wall?" he asked, still facing it.

"Nope, I have a rail. Busting a bigger hole is tougher to get away with than a few drill holes."

He glanced back at me. "Is your landlord even good with this?"

"Eh," I shrugged.

He shrugged back. "Alright, it's your deposit."

He picked up his drill and I sat back down on the couch, watching him work. It whirred to life and the bit sank into my wall like butter, pulling out drywall dust, then sawdust. I crossed my legs, paying attention to his hands. I caught myself biting my lip. He changed out the bit and grabbed one of the screws I'd laid out, placing the bracket on the wall. He lined it all up and drilled, pressing his body into the wall as the stud resisted the screw's teeth. The second screw at the opposite corner had it lined up on the wall perfectly. I squirmed once on my couch, just once. Jay went about tightening all four of them until it was flush and secure.

He stepped back and I got up, walking toward the bracket. I put both hands on it and tugged. Solid. I tried twisting it and it didn't give, not even a little. Warmth spread from my stomach out through my body. My breath hitched and I felt my panties get a little more damp. I stepped back from the mount and looked over at Jay. He smirked at me, and I noticed that my mouth had twisted into a sultry smile, which I quickly corrected by pursing my lips.

"Good?" he said.

"Really good," I breathed, keeping my legs together.

He held my eye for just a second longer, then he looked down and reached for the TV. He'd already fastened the mounting hooks into the back of it. "Alright, let's get it up. Ready?"

I nodded silently, my eyes wide.

Jay took most of the weight of the TV on his side after I found a good grip, keeping my side level with his. "I got it, you just guide me in." His voice was quiet and confident, and I stopped thinking about my hands or the weight of the TV or the wall. I just let Jay guide me and instruct me, and my body followed his every word, walking it slowly towards the bracket.

"Easy," he said. "Little higher. There it is. Hold it, a little more in..." It clicked. "There. Let go."

I let go. I took a step back, just staring at the TV on my wall. Then I looked at Jay, still making some final adjustments of its position on the mount. His arms flexing, his hands gripping, his face still so focused.

"Hey you were right! Look at the confidence of that wall, already friends with the 'backet.'"

I laughed, shaking my head. Then I kept laughing, harder, bending forward with it. I looked up with a hand over my mouth, tears already threatening the corners of my eyes. I was laughing at 'backet,' I was laughing at my strong, confident wall, laughing at how it was holding up my brand new, perfectly sized TV and how Jay put it up there for me just because I asked him to.

Jay started laughing back at me, which only made it worse.

I was laughing harder and harder from being so worked up for the last hour, and it all just came out of me at once as I dropped to my knees on the floor almost literally laughing my ass off.

"Dammit Jay," I said, still giggling.

"Alright alright," he said, recovering. "We're not done yet."

I propped myself up on my knees, getting the last of the giggles out while he grabbed the cable rail. Slim, white, meant to run down the wall from the TV to the outlet. He picked it up, unwrapped it, then set it against the wall and measured the run from behind the TV to the outlet at the baseboard. He made a mark, then he took a box cutter from his pocket and cut it to size, cleanly.

He used his level to make sure it was straight, then pressed it firm against the wall. I was sitting back on my heels watching him, my knees pressed together. He gathered each cable that was needed, bunching them up and measuring them before setting them at the top of the rail by the TV, clipping it closed. He worked down the rail one inch at a time, lining up the cables, pressing the cover flush as he went. It made a soft gliding sound as more of the rail latched. I felt my pulse, shifting my hips, paying close attention to both of his hands as they steadily put everything into place.

Jay hooked up my soundbar first, the red light of the optical cable glowing on his hand before he found the right port. Then he grabbed my switch dock that was just sitting in the box nearby, just flipping open the back and slotting in the HDMI, the power cord, and the charging cable for the controller. I didn't even notice him feeding the extra cable to the TV, he just silently accounted for it.

My breath came out a little unsteady. I had my thighs pressed together, my heart beating faster than normal, my lip caught between my teeth. My TV was all set up and I was so wet.

It was a clean setup, the cables were well hidden. Jay stood up, turning on the TV to make sure it was all working well. Clean picture, sound coming through, input to my Switch working perfectly. Then he looked at me, still on my knees on the floor, and I looked back at him. The corner of his mouth pulled up.

"You good down there?"

"I'm great," I said. My voice was lower than I intended, but I didn't mind.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I can tell."

He reached down and offered his hand. I took it, and he pulled me up in one easy motion. He walked backwards toward the couch, still holding my hand and taking me with him. He sat into it, pulling me along until I was straddling him, one knee on either side of his legs.

"You're very comfortable in my apartment," I said.

"You invited me," he said, his hand resting on my hip. "It's a nice apartment too."

"Even nicer now that there's a TV on my wall," I laughed and settled onto his lap, grinding against him as his hands squeezed my hips. His thumbs traced small circles on my waist.

"Looks good there," he said.

I grabbed his face and kissed him. He kissed back immediately, his hand sliding under the back of my shirt, the other staying firmly on my hip. I rocked my hips into him slightly, feeling him getting hard through his jeans. I smiled against his mouth.

"What?" he said, pulling back just a little to smirk at me.

"I'm not allowed to smile?"

He shook his head and pulled me back in to keep kissing me. His hands found the hem of my shirt, lifting it while I raised my arms, then it was gone and I was topless on top of him. I reached for his too, pulling it over his head, then I pressed my bare tits to his chest and kept kissing him.

His hands slid up from my waist, feeling my ribs, one hand curving in to cup my breast. I gasped, pulling away from his mouth, and he lowered it to my neck. "Mmh," I sighed, then I felt his teeth press in and I pulled back.

"Hey, careful. I've got work tomorrow."

He looked at me, then at my neck. He pulled me back in and he moved his head to my shoulder, kissing it before biting down on it harder.

"Jay!"

He looked up, grinning. "What? You cover up your shoulder at work, right?"

"You ass," I laughed, pushing at his chest.

"Careful," he said, his hands tightening on my hips, pulling me back down against him. "Or it's gonna go in yours."

I pursed my lips and hit him on the chest, not too hard, still smiling. He laughed and pulled me back into the kiss, a real one, his hands moving to the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hips just enough to let him pull them down, along with my panties. I kicked them off to the side, standing up to reach for his jeans and boxers, which he helped me get off.

I straddled him again, both of us completely naked, and I looked at his face. "Don't look so surprised," I said, wriggling my hips against him. "You built up to this."

Jay's hands settled on my ass, pulling me in as I wriggled. He opened his mouth to say something back, but I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking him and feeling him twitch in my palm. He only managed to get out a small groan. One hand squeezed my ass tighter while the other one slid up to my tit, his fingers running over my nipple. I laughed softly, lifting my hips and sliding my wet pussy over his shaft.

"Surprised isn't the word I'd use," he said, rocking his hips up under me.

"Then don't," I breathed, my hips rocking more deliberately. I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed my hand to his cock, pushing it lower, lifting my hips so his tip caught at my slit. Then I sank down, taking him inside me. "Ah..." I closed my eyes as I felt pure relief from the first inch of his cock stretching me. The ache that had built while I watched him put up my TV simply exhaled from my body as I took him in. He throbbed in my pussy and I clenched around his cock, rocking my hips up, then sinking back down until he was buried completely inside me.

He moved his hands back to my hips as I settled onto his cock, tightening on me. My clit pressed against his hip, the fullness settling deep in my belly. I leaned my body into his, pressing my tits to his chest again as I started moving, lifting and sinking in a rhythm my body was following on pure instinct. "Mmh," I sighed into his shoulder, his hands gripping my ass as I rolled my hips in a circle, just feeling his cock twitch deep inside me.

My arms wrapped around the back of his neck as I picked up speed. My hips rolled up and down, sliding his cock in and out as I bounced my ass on his lap. "Fuck," he muttered as he rocked under me, meeting my pace, the wet sounds of my pussy filling the room. Every downward stroke sent sparks up my spine. His hands gripped me so firmly, the same hands that had spent most of the evening setting up my TV. He was here just for me and I clenched on him tighter.

Jay's hand left my ass and slid between us. His fingers found my clit, pressing it and circling over it with the same steady pressure he'd used on the level earlier. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut. "Oh fuck, Jay..." I whimpered, my hips slamming down on him. "There, right there..." My thighs started to tremble.

He kept me secure in his lap while I unraveled, feeling his cock right at my cervix, his fingers buzzing my clit, my nipples so hard on his chest, and his hand pulling my ass back down onto him with every single fucking thrust... "Ahh... ahh...!" I heard myself echo on the walls of my living room as I came, my whole body clenching on him. My arms pulled at his neck, my thighs shook on his hips, and my pussy milked his cock in rolling squeezes, and he kept slowly, firmly fucking into me all through my orgasm, moaning low in my ear.

I slumped against his chest, panting, my thighs still trembling around him. Jay patted my ass and chuckled. "Having fun up there?"

I nodded, still catching my breath. My forehead pressed to his shoulder, my pussy still squeezing him.

"Good," he said, with that same grin I could just hear. "My turn."

He wrapped one arm around my waist, the other under my ass, and he lifted me clean off of his cock. I let out a surprised laugh and a squeal as he tossed me back down to the couch, my knees on the cushions, his hand at the small of my back, pressing me forward and bending me over the back of it. My tits pressed against the back cushion, my ass arched up, my legs spread to present my soaked pussy for him. I looked back at him as he stood behind me, his cock glistening with my cum.

I wiggled my ass as he stepped closer, his hand stroking down my spine, the other guiding his cock back to my pussy. "You know," he said, teasing me with the tip. "You were squirming pretty bad by the time I was working on the cables."

"You kept me waiting," I laughed, pushing back against him. "That's the whole po- ah!"

He pushed forward and sank back into me. "Worth the wait?"

I couldn't reply, I was just moaning into the couch as he pressed his cock completely inside my pussy. His hands gripped my hips firmly as he pulled back out and fucked into me harder. I heard the wet slap of skin as his hips slammed against my ass, his cock hitting me deep as I arched my back and raised my ass for him. I felt so full of him, each thrust rocking me forward into the couch.

He leaned in over me, his hand coming around to grab and squeeze my tit. I rocked my hips back into him, moaning "Mmph, mmph, mmph!" into the cushion as he just railed me. My legs spread wider, my pussy trying to take his cock deeper. I could feel him in my stomach. My toes curled, dangling off the couch while he groaned over me.

"Right there?" he asked. I just nodded furiously, and he kept the same relentless pace. One hand left my ass, curving in to stroke my clit again while his other hand pinched my nipple between his fingers. I melted under him, pressing my face completely into the cushion, my hands gripping it for dear life as he pulled on every raw nerve in my body.

I looked back at him, his larger body slamming into me, the muscles in his arms tight as he kept pulling me back onto him. "Don't you dare stop," I whimpered.

He grinned, tightening his hold and fucking me even harder. "Wouldn't dream of it, Claire bear."

"Fuck- ugh- ahh!" I thrashed, clenching on him, screaming helplessly at him as he made me cum hard on his cock. My back arched, my pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock, my hands gripping the back of the couch as I screamed into it.

He fucked me hard all the way through it, making me see white as he slammed into me over and over, faster and faster, grunting and squeezing my waist until he pushed in deep and throbbed. His cock exploded inside me, filling my pussy with cum in heavy spurts, making me cum all over again as he flooded me, splashing against my cervix.

I panted against the cushion, my pussy still clenching his cock as he emptied the last of his cum inside me. He was breathing hard too, his hands giving my ass one last squeeze before he eased back, his cock slipping out of my pussy with a wet pop. I felt his cum start to leak down my thigh, and I reached to my right for the towel I left on the couch when Jay arrived, pressing it between my legs and sliding sideways to sit back down.

"Damn Claire," he said, sitting down next to me after putting his pants back on. "You really don't do anything halfway."

I smiled at him, pulling my shirt off the floor and putting it on, then I looked over at the TV. "Neither do you."

I slipped into the bathroom, then I came back out to grab the Switch controllers and tossed one to him.

"Oh shit are we squaring up already?" he asked.

"Yup," I said, already loading up Super Smash Brothers. "I’m kicking your ass for that ‘Claire bear’ shit."

We played for a while. He picked Pikachu and stuck with him for the entire night. He groaned when I beat him with Zelda first, then Marth, Bayonetta, and Samus, but he finally took the last match when I picked Peach. "That's what I'm talking about!" he yelled, as if I hadn't been kicking his ass up until then, but I let him have the moment.

At some point he called it a night and went up to go find his shoes. I stayed on the couch with my controller in my lap, looking at the room while he got his stuff together. The TV on the wall with the soundbar underneath it, the bookcase with Dani's dish and Martin's candle and the books I still needed to read. The couple remaining boxes that would soon be unpacked. It was all coming together.

"It looks good," Jay said, his bag slung over his shoulder as he caught me looking around. "Picked a good place."

"Thanks," I said. I never knew what to say to him when he got all sincere like this. "Really, appreciate it."

He grinned and did a dumb little two-finger salute from his forehead, I did it back and shook my head as he closed the door behind him. I sat there for another minute, the TV and the lights still on. I got up to turn the lights off, then I sat back down on the couch and closed Smash, scrolling the home screen to load up Tears of the Kingdom. The TV cast a soft glow across the room.

The game loaded up, and it looked incredible.

My phone was ringing.

I was in the middle of some dream that was already fading, still coming back to reality from sleeping in on a Saturday morning. The caller ID showed “Claire” calling. Did I know a Claire?

“Hello?” I said, trying my best to sound awake.

“Hey, sorry, is this Brian? It’s Claire.” She waited for me to remember, but her voice wasn’t ringing a bell either. “We met at Derek’s thing?”

Derek’s thing. Derek was an old coworker who invited me and a bunch of his other friends to a bar on a Friday night after work to celebrate his going away. Claire was also there, some friend of another coworker I crossed paths with once a month.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah.”

I was starting to remember now. She was talkative, but generous about the conversation. She had a way of making whatever you were saying feel like it was worth it. We only spent maybe fifteen minutes getting to know each other before she punched her number in my phone and texted herself.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” she asked, genuinely sounding guilty. “I can totally call back later.”

“No it’s fine, really, what’s up?”

"Okay, so," She started, taking a small breath. "I have this bookcase that I bought the other day, and it’s just been sitting in my car since then. I need help putting together. And, getting it up to my apartment before that. You can use my pussy after."

Oh, yeah I was definitely still half asleep.

“Wait,” I said, squinting and trying to shake the sleep out of myself. “What?”

“I mean it’s going to take a few hours, and I’d really appreciate the help if you’re up for it?”

I still wasn’t sure I heard that last part right. I rubbed my eyes.

“You still there?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, quickly. “Sorry. Yeah, I can be there in… an hour?”

“Cool,” she said. “I’ll text you my address.”

I sat there for another second after she hung up, phone still in my hand, looking at nothing in particular. I closed my eyes, my thoughts drifting. 'You can use my pussy after' echoed in my mind. I sank into my headboard, remembering her face from the bar. Maybe this was all just some vivid morning dream.

My phone buzzed. My eyes shot open. There was a text from Claire, giving me her address and a "Thank you so much!" at the end.

I needed some coffee.

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Claire's apartment was a third floor walkup, and she answered the door in a t-shirt and jeans with her hair pulled up.

"Hey, thanks for coming!" she said with a smile. "Hope it wasn't too hard to find. Come on in."

Her apartment was on the smaller side, something basic but livable for one person. Living room, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, all painted white. She had boxes lying around; she clearly hadn't fully moved in yet. She had a worn out couch, some plants in the windowsill, and a rug that seemed intentional. Her bedroom door was open, and I saw some of her clothes scattered; bras hanging from the side of her hamper, pairs of panties on the floor. I moved my eyes along.

"I'm still figuring the place out," she said. "The bookcase is supposed to help tie it all together. You think it'll go nicely on that wall?" she pointed to a bare part of the living room wall opposite the front door, behind the couch.

"Yeah I think so," I said, walking around the room. "How big did you say it was again?"

She laughed. "Big enough, I think. It's got a few pieces, still in my car. I thought we could bring it upstairs together first, then open it up and figure out the rest from there."

I nodded, and she grabbed her keys to lead me back downstairs.

The bookcase came in 2 large boxes, and they were both awkward to bring up. Claire took the front of it, walking backwards, and I took the rear, holding it on my shoulder while we took each section of stairs. We had to maneuver them at each landing since they were just too long to turn around, but we got the hang of it as we took up the second box.

"Okay," she said. "Good. Let's see what we're working with."

"You don't know what it looks like?" I asked.

"My friend Dani picked it out for me," she shouted as she grabbed a pair of scissors. "The apartment's been kind of a group project."

So I supposed I was part of that group now. Maybe I was just imagining her offering her pussy on the phone this morning. She cut the boxes open and we laid everything out across the floor. There was the usual hardware in a plastic bag, the sheets of plywood, the pegs, the screws, and the instructions. Claire put the booklet on the floor in front of us and she bent over to read it off. The neck of her shirt fell open and I looked somewhere else.

"So," she said, tracing a finger on the diagram, then to two wood parts. "I think these two pieces go together first?"

I looked at the parts she was pointing to. "Those make up the back panel. So, not those."

She sat back and frowned a little. I took the booklet and thumbed through it, looking over the whole set of instructions. She watched me think through it. "Side panels first, parts E and F," I said. "then we take all the shelves and join them as the main body."

"Okay," she said. Her voice was softer now than it was at the door. "Yeah, tell me what you need."

Claire was good at taking direction. She held the pieces together exactly the way I showed her, letting me screw or tap them into place. When I made a call she didn't second-guess it, she just moved. At some point I stopped waiting to see if she had an opinion on the next step, understanding that she'd handed the reins to me on this.

"Can I ask you something?" she said. She was holding two panels steady while I worked a bolt. Her eyes were on my hands rather than the joint.

"Yeah what's up?"

"What do you actually do? I mean, I know you and Derek worked together, but I don't think we talked about that."

"Project management," I said. "Software, mostly. Timelines, keeping developers from killing each other."

"So you're used to being the person who knows what order things happen in."

I hadn't thought about it that way. "Yeah. I guess so."

"That tracks," she said, quietly, mostly to herself. She looked back at my hands as I finished tightening the bolt.

We moved on to the cam locks, those little disc pieces that twist into weird looking screws to lock in the corner pieces. Sixteen of them, half a turn at a time. We had the case on its side to do this, on our hands and knees. Claire handed me each cam lock, bent over, watching me work them all in. Her shirt had fallen forward again, and I couldn't help but catch glimpses of her body under it when I looked back up. It looked like she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"What? No, I-"

"The job," she said with a smirk. "Do you like the job."

"Oh," I sighed, shaking my head and putting in the next cam lock. "Yeah, I mean for the most part."

"Good days and bad days, right? What's each kind of day look like?"

I thought about it. "It sort of comes down to lists," I said while putting the next lock in place. "The more things I can cross off a list, the better the day is. It means there's real progress, which is what I live for, in a way."

"Hm, I wish I could relate," she said with a small laugh.

"What line of work are you in?"

"Marketing," she sighed. "Kind of the opposite. Everyone's always a little mad and nothing ever feels finished. But it pays okay, and I don't bring it home with me at this company. So at the end of the day, my sanity is worth a lot."

"That's a really honest answer."

"I'm a really honest person." She looked up at me and smirked again, and I felt my face flush. I tightened the last cam lock, and tested the joints. Sturdy.

"Good to go, ready to put it in place?"

She nodded, standing with me to lift the bookcase upright, tilting it into its place on the back wall. After some minor adjustments, we took a step back to look at it.

"Oh that's good," she said. Then she looked at me, her eyes soft. "That's really good. Thank you."

"Yeah, of course. It looks nice there." I started gathering the boxes and packaging. She was still looking at the shelf, and when I glanced over at her I wasn't sure if I saw her squirm just a little.

I had the boxes folded up and ready to toss out, my jacket halfway on, when she called my name.

"Brian," she said, still standing by the bookcase. "You're leaving already? I meant what I said on the phone, you know."

I froze.

"You can use my pussy after."

She said it the same way she'd said it this morning. No buildup, no softening. Just that.

"You don't have to do that," I said.

"Do what?"

"I mean," I swallowed. "I didn't come here because of that, I'm not expecting anything. I just came because you needed help."

She clicked her tongue, leaning forward against the back of the couch. "I know you're not expecting anything," she said. "That's exactly why I said it. You came to help." She started walking towards me. "This isn't some kind of... fucked up repayment, Brian. My pussy doesn't settle debts."

I looked for something to say, but nothing was there.

"I called you because I needed help with something real. Something that was going to take all morning and most of an afternoon. And you came and you did it." She paused for a second. "You even took over when I was floundering with those instructions. You just... handled it, and that does something for me." She was standing right in front of me, tilting her head slightly. "You do want to fuck me, don't you? I caught you looking down my shirt, twice, so I'm assuming..."

"I- that was-"

"It's okay," she said, touching my arm. "I wanted you to look." Her fingers slid down to my wrist. She just looked at me for a second, then she sank smoothly to her knees in front of me, her hands reaching for my belt.

"I don't usually..." I started, my breath interrupting my own words.

"I know," she said, pulling my belt from its loops slowly. "You don't have to be smooth. Just honest. Do you want me?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I do."

She smiled, working my belt open with calm confidence, then popping the button on my jeans, tugging the zipper down. She tugged, and she gave a small gasp when my cock was freed, right in front of her face. "Mm I can tell," she said, wrapping her hand around it, giving it a couple delicate, soft strokes. Then she leaned in, looking up at me while she took my cock into her mouth.

"Fuck, Claire..." I groaned as her lips slid down my length, warm and wet, taking me deeper with each pass until I felt the back of her throat. Then she eased back, tongue pressing flat along the underside, before sinking down again. One hand stroked the base of my cock, the other rested on my thigh, thumb brushing small circles on my skin. After a few strokes she pulled off just enough to catch her breath, lips shiny, and looked up at me. She gave me a smile, then pulled me back in with a moan.

The afternoon light came through the window to catch the side of her face while she bobbed her head, while the soft wet sounds of her mouth filled the living room. I placed my hand on the back of her head, and she moaned on my cock while pressing her face harder, her throat opening up to take me deeper. She swallowed my cock, her lips meeting my hips and I felt her throat contract over my cock, making my knees buckle. Then she pulled off, stroking my cock, kissing the tip while I throbbed in her hand.

"Bedroom," she said, standing up and taking my hand. I stepped out of my pants and followed her in. She peeled off her shirt, then she pushed her jeans down, tossing both in the hamper. Her panties were next, slipping them off and tossing them over. They landed next to the other pairs on her floor. She turned to face me, helping me lift my shirt off, then she pressed her naked body to mine, taking my hand and pressing it to her tit.

"I need you to fuck me," she said. "However you want, whatever feels good to you." She gave me a hungry look. "Use me. Tell me how you want me."

My hand tightened on her tit, looking back into her eyes. My mouth was open but I couldn't form any words, not right away. She pressed into me more, and my hand found her ass. "On your back," I said, finally. I didn't have any other ideas in that moment. She just smiled and walked backwards to her bed, pulling me with her.

She sat on the bed and scooted up, spreading her legs. Her pussy was soaked, her fingers idly stroking her lips. I climbed up over her, and she raised her hips to rub herself along my cock. She looked at me, bit her lip, wriggling her hips. I pressed my cock to her, pushing in, feeling her clench around me as I pressed deep. "Mmh, fuck," she sighed, arching her back as I bottomed out.

"Don't hold back," she said, wrapping her legs around me. "I want to feel you tomorrow."

I started moving my hips, fucking her slow and deep at first, savoring how hot and tight she felt around me. Claire kept her eyes on mine, one hand on my back, the other holding my hip. I moved my hand to cup her tit, and she nodded and moaned when I pinched her nipple between my fingers. Every thrust pulled an "mmh" sound from her, encouraging me to go harder. Her hips rolled back into mine to take me even deeper.

"That's it," she murmured. "Right there... harder..." I gave her harder, pulling back and pushing my cock into her more eagerly, bottoming out in a slam of our hips that made her gasp. I kept that hard, faster pace and felt her legs hold me tighter, her back arching. "Yeah, yeah, just like that," she moaned under me, her pussy clenching, making slick sounds around my cock. "Fuck-!" her whole body seized, and she pulled me down into her as she came on my cock, her pussy fluttering around it, her voice muffled in a long, shaky moan.

She looked back up at me, her eyes glassy, sighing as she rolled her hips on my cock again. Something shifted in me, seeing her like that; flushed, still trembling, completely open. I hooked my hands behind her knees, pushing her legs up and back, folding her nearly in half under me. My forehead pressed onto hers, my hips settling on top of hers to press my cock even deeper than before.

"Ohh fuuuuck, Brian," she moaned. "Yes, hold me down just like that." She reached up and gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. "Don't stop..."

I drove into her hard, the sound of our hips slapping into each other filling the room. Claire was pinned under me, folded up and helpless, completely mine in that moment. She moaned and whimpered, small "ah, ah, ah," gasps coming out of her mouth as my cock hit her cervix with each stroke. She gripped me tighter with each thrust, her eyes still locked onto mine as I used her pussy.

"You're so- ah- so fucking deep... I can feel all of you, mmh..." I could feel her getting close again, her walls fluttering wildly around me, milking my cock and coaxing my own orgasm to build with hers. I kept her folded beneath me, my hips snapping down. "I'm gonna cum," she gasped. "Cum with me, inside me, please..." I groaned and slammed into her, gripping her thighs. Her pussy clenched hard, her voice crying out as her second orgasm hit, trembling under me. I buried myself as deep as I could and came with her, pulsing inside her and shooting rope after rope of cum deep into her pussy. She clenched even harder, her walls stroking my cock as she whimpered under me.

I gently lowered her legs and lay down beside her, pulling her against my chest. She was warm, limp, smiling softly as she tucked her head under my chin. We lay there for a while without talking, just holding each other.

"Do you always open with that?" I asked, after some time. "The line."

She looked back up at me, raising her eyebrow.

"That thing you said this morning... 'you can use my pussy after'?"

"Oh, that," she said, laughing softly. She was quiet for a while, her hand rubbing my chest slowly. "I like being helped." She paused. "Not with small things, I don't need anyone for that. But... when something is actually hard, and it'll cost real time and effort, and someone shows up and helps me with it anyway?" She looked back up at me. "That works me up."

"Works you up like... this?"

"Mhm," she said simply. "The way you took charge when I needed it, stopped waiting for me to figure it out." Her fingers stilled, and she smirked. "By the time you were tightening those corner locks, I was already soaked."

I thought about her watching my hands while I worked through them. The way her voice changed after I started giving directions. Then I thought about the pairs of panties scattered around her hamper. "So you do this... a lot?" I asked.

She laughed. "Not as often as you'd think. I'm specific about who I ask." She tilted her head. "I put your number in my phone at Derek's thing for a reason. I wasn't sure when, but I knew I was going to call you."

I stroked her back. "Does it always work?"

She smiled against my chest. "I only call when it's real. So, yeah. Pretty much."

We lay there for a little longer, but at some point the afternoon felt complete. I shifted and she lifted her head, and we both got up to find our clothes. She slipped on her t-shirt while I got dressed. Then she walked me to the door, not bothering with pants or panties.

"Thanks again," she said. "For the bookcase."

"Any time. It looks good there."

She smiled. "It does."

I took the stairs down, got in my car, and drove home. The highway was quiet. Every so often I caught the faint scent of her on my skin, and in my mind I kept seeing that bookcase against her living-room wall. I smiled without meaning to.

After I got home, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Claire: “Thanks again. I’ll let you know next time I can use your help 😊”

My phone was ringing.

I was in the middle of some dream that was already fading, still coming back to reality from sleeping in on a Saturday morning. The caller ID showed “Claire” calling. Did I know a Claire?

“Hello?” I said, trying my best to sound awake.

“Hey, sorry, is this Brian? It’s Claire.” She waited for me to remember, but her voice wasn’t ringing a bell either. “We met at Derek’s thing?”

Derek’s thing. Derek was an old coworker who invited me and a bunch of his other friends to a bar on a Friday night after work to celebrate his going away. Claire was also there, some friend of another coworker I crossed paths with once a month.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah.”

I was starting to remember now. She was talkative, but generous about the conversation. She had a way of making whatever you were saying feel like it was worth it. We only spent maybe fifteen minutes getting to know each other before she punched her number in my phone and texted herself.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” she asked, genuinely sounding guilty. “I can totally call back later.”

“No it’s fine, really, what’s up?”

"Okay, so," She started, taking a small breath. "I have this bookcase that I bought the other day, and it’s just been sitting in my car since then. I need help putting together. And, getting it up to my apartment before that. You can use my pussy after."

Oh, yeah I was definitely still half asleep.

“Wait,” I said, squinting and trying to shake the sleep out of myself. “What?”

“I mean it’s going to take a few hours, and I’d really appreciate the help if you’re up for it?”

I still wasn’t sure I heard that last part right. I rubbed my eyes.

“You still there?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, quickly. “Sorry. Yeah, I can be there in… an hour?”

“Cool,” she said. “I’ll text you my address.”

I sat there for another second after she hung up, phone still in my hand, looking at nothing in particular. I closed my eyes, my thoughts drifting. 'You can use my pussy after' echoed in my mind. I sank into my headboard, remembering her face from the bar. Maybe this was all just some vivid morning dream.

My phone buzzed. My eyes shot open. There was a text from Claire, giving me her address and a "Thank you so much!" at the end.

I needed some coffee.

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Claire's apartment was a third floor walkup, and she answered the door in a t-shirt and jeans with her hair pulled up.

"Hey, thanks for coming!" she said with a smile. "Hope it wasn't too hard to find. Come on in."

Her apartment was on the smaller side, something basic but livable for one person. Living room, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, all painted white. She had boxes lying around; she clearly hadn't fully moved in yet. She had a worn out couch, some plants in the windowsill, and a rug that seemed intentional. Her bedroom door was open, and I saw some of her clothes scattered; bras hanging from the side of her hamper, pairs of panties on the floor. I moved my eyes along.

"I'm still figuring the place out," she said. "The bookcase is supposed to help tie it all together. You think it'll go nicely on that wall?" she pointed to a bare part of the living room wall opposite the front door, behind the couch.

"Yeah I think so," I said, walking around the room. "How big did you say it was again?"

She laughed. "Big enough, I think. It's got a few pieces, still in my car. I thought we could bring it upstairs together first, then open it up and figure out the rest from there."

I nodded, and she grabbed her keys to lead me back downstairs.

The bookcase came in 2 large boxes, and they were both awkward to bring up. Claire took the front of it, walking backwards, and I took the rear, holding it on my shoulder while we took each section of stairs. We had to maneuver them at each landing since they were just too long to turn around, but we got the hang of it as we took up the second box.

"Okay," she said. "Good. Let's see what we're working with."

"You don't know what it looks like?" I asked.

"My friend Dani picked it out for me," she shouted as she grabbed a pair of scissors. "The apartment's been kind of a group project."

So I supposed I was part of that group now. Maybe I was just imagining her offering her pussy on the phone this morning. She cut the boxes open and we laid everything out across the floor. There was the usual hardware in a plastic bag, the sheets of plywood, the pegs, the screws, and the instructions. Claire put the booklet on the floor in front of us and she bent over to read it off. The neck of her shirt fell open and I looked somewhere else.

"So," she said, tracing a finger on the diagram, then to two wood parts. "I think these two pieces go together first?"

I looked at the parts she was pointing to. "Those make up the back panel. So, not those."

She sat back and frowned a little. I took the booklet and thumbed through it, looking over the whole set of instructions. She watched me think through it. "Side panels first, parts E and F," I said. "then we take all the shelves and join them as the main body."

"Okay," she said. Her voice was softer now than it was at the door. "Yeah, tell me what you need."

Claire was good at taking direction. She held the pieces together exactly the way I showed her, letting me screw or tap them into place. When I made a call she didn't second-guess it, she just moved. At some point I stopped waiting to see if she had an opinion on the next step, understanding that she'd handed the reins to me on this.

"Can I ask you something?" she said. She was holding two panels steady while I worked a bolt. Her eyes were on my hands rather than the joint.

"Yeah what's up?"

"What do you actually do? I mean, I know you and Derek worked together, but I don't think we talked about that."

"Project management," I said. "Software, mostly. Timelines, keeping developers from killing each other."

"So you're used to being the person who knows what order things happen in."

I hadn't thought about it that way. "Yeah. I guess so."

"That tracks," she said, quietly, mostly to herself. She looked back at my hands as I finished tightening the bolt.

We moved on to the cam locks, those little disc pieces that twist into weird looking screws to lock in the corner pieces. Sixteen of them, half a turn at a time. We had the case on its side to do this, on our hands and knees. Claire handed me each cam lock, bent over, watching me work them all in. Her shirt had fallen forward again, and I couldn't help but catch glimpses of her body under it when I looked back up. It looked like she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"What? No, I-"

"The job," she said with a smirk. "Do you like the job."

"Oh," I sighed, shaking my head and putting in the next cam lock. "Yeah, I mean for the most part."

"Good days and bad days, right? What's each kind of day look like?"

I thought about it. "It sort of comes down to lists," I said while putting the next lock in place. "The more things I can cross off a list, the better the day is. It means there's real progress, which is what I live for, in a way."

"Hm, I wish I could relate," she said with a small laugh.

"What line of work are you in?"

"Marketing," she sighed. "Kind of the opposite. Everyone's always a little mad and nothing ever feels finished. But it pays okay, and I don't bring it home with me at this company. So at the end of the day, my sanity is worth a lot."

"That's a really honest answer."

"I'm a really honest person." She looked up at me and smirked again, and I felt my face flush. I tightened the last cam lock, and tested the joints. Sturdy.

"Good to go, ready to put it in place?"

She nodded, standing with me to lift the bookcase upright, tilting it into its place on the back wall. After some minor adjustments, we took a step back to look at it.

"Oh that's good," she said. Then she looked at me, her eyes soft. "That's really good. Thank you."

"Yeah, of course. It looks nice there." I started gathering the boxes and packaging. She was still looking at the shelf, and when I glanced over at her I wasn't sure if I saw her squirm just a little.

I had the boxes folded up and ready to toss out, my jacket halfway on, when she called my name.

"Brian," she said, still standing by the bookcase. "You're leaving already? I meant what I said on the phone, you know."

I froze.

"You can use my pussy after."

She said it the same way she'd said it this morning. No buildup, no softening. Just that.

"You don't have to do that," I said.

"Do what?"

"I mean," I swallowed. "I didn't come here because of that, I'm not expecting anything. I just came because you needed help."

She clicked her tongue, leaning forward against the back of the couch. "I know you're not expecting anything," she said. "That's exactly why I said it. You came to help." She started walking towards me. "This isn't some kind of... fucked up repayment, Brian. My pussy doesn't settle debts."

I looked for something to say, but nothing was there.

"I called you because I needed help with something real. Something that was going to take all morning and most of an afternoon. And you came and you did it." She paused for a second. "You even took over when I was floundering with those instructions. You just... handled it, and that does something for me." She was standing right in front of me, tilting her head slightly. "You do want to fuck me, don't you? I caught you looking down my shirt, twice, so I'm assuming..."

"I- that was-"

"It's okay," she said, touching my arm. "I wanted you to look." Her fingers slid down to my wrist. She just looked at me for a second, then she sank smoothly to her knees in front of me, her hands reaching for my belt.

"I don't usually..." I started, my breath interrupting my own words.

"I know," she said, pulling my belt from its loops slowly. "You don't have to be smooth. Just honest. Do you want me?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I do."

She smiled, working my belt open with calm confidence, then popping the button on my jeans, tugging the zipper down. She tugged, and she gave a small gasp when my cock was freed, right in front of her face. "Mm I can tell," she said, wrapping her hand around it, giving it a couple delicate, soft strokes. Then she leaned in, looking up at me while she took my cock into her mouth.

"Fuck, Claire..." I groaned as her lips slid down my length, warm and wet, taking me deeper with each pass until I felt the back of her throat. Then she eased back, tongue pressing flat along the underside, before sinking down again. One hand stroked the base of my cock, the other rested on my thigh, thumb brushing small circles on my skin. After a few strokes she pulled off just enough to catch her breath, lips shiny, and looked up at me. She gave me a smile, then pulled me back in with a moan.

The afternoon light came through the window to catch the side of her face while she bobbed her head, while the soft wet sounds of her mouth filled the living room. I placed my hand on the back of her head, and she moaned on my cock while pressing her face harder, her throat opening up to take me deeper. She swallowed my cock, her lips meeting my hips and I felt her throat contract over my cock, making my knees buckle. Then she pulled off, stroking my cock, kissing the tip while I throbbed in her hand.

"Bedroom," she said, standing up and taking my hand. I stepped out of my pants and followed her in. She peeled off her shirt, then she pushed her jeans down, tossing both in the hamper. Her panties were next, slipping them off and tossing them over. They landed next to the other pairs on her floor. She turned to face me, helping me lift my shirt off, then she pressed her naked body to mine, taking my hand and pressing it to her tit.

"I need you to fuck me," she said. "However you want, whatever feels good to you." She gave me a hungry look. "Use me. Tell me how you want me."

My hand tightened on her tit, looking back into her eyes. My mouth was open but I couldn't form any words, not right away. She pressed into me more, and my hand found her ass. "On your back," I said, finally. I didn't have any other ideas in that moment. She just smiled and walked backwards to her bed, pulling me with her.

She sat on the bed and scooted up, spreading her legs. Her pussy was soaked, her fingers idly stroking her lips. I climbed up over her, and she raised her hips to rub herself along my cock. She looked at me, bit her lip, wriggling her hips. I pressed my cock to her, pushing in, feeling her clench around me as I pressed deep. "Mmh, fuck," she sighed, arching her back as I bottomed out.

"Don't hold back," she said, wrapping her legs around me. "I want to feel you tomorrow."

I started moving my hips, fucking her slow and deep at first, savoring how hot and tight she felt around me. Claire kept her eyes on mine, one hand on my back, the other holding my hip. I moved my hand to cup her tit, and she nodded and moaned when I pinched her nipple between my fingers. Every thrust pulled an "mmh" sound from her, encouraging me to go harder. Her hips rolled back into mine to take me even deeper.

"That's it," she murmured. "Right there... harder..." I gave her harder, pulling back and pushing my cock into her more eagerly, bottoming out in a slam of our hips that made her gasp. I kept that hard, faster pace and felt her legs hold me tighter, her back arching. "Yeah, yeah, just like that," she moaned under me, her pussy clenching, making slick sounds around my cock. "Fuck-!" her whole body seized, and she pulled me down into her as she came on my cock, her pussy fluttering around it, her voice muffled in a long, shaky moan.

She looked back up at me, her eyes glassy, sighing as she rolled her hips on my cock again. Something shifted in me, seeing her like that; flushed, still trembling, completely open. I hooked my hands behind her knees, pushing her legs up and back, folding her nearly in half under me. My forehead pressed onto hers, my hips settling on top of hers to press my cock even deeper than before.

"Ohh fuuuuck, Brian," she moaned. "Yes, hold me down just like that." She reached up and gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. "Don't stop..."

I drove into her hard, the sound of our hips slapping into each other filling the room. Claire was pinned under me, folded up and helpless, completely mine in that moment. She moaned and whimpered, small "ah, ah, ah," gasps coming out of her mouth as my cock hit her cervix with each stroke. She gripped me tighter with each thrust, her eyes still locked onto mine as I used her pussy.

"You're so- ah- so fucking deep... I can feel all of you, mmh..." I could feel her getting close again, her walls fluttering wildly around me, milking my cock and coaxing my own orgasm to build with hers. I kept her folded beneath me, my hips snapping down. "I'm gonna cum," she gasped. "Cum with me, inside me, please..." I groaned and slammed into her, gripping her thighs. Her pussy clenched hard, her voice crying out as her second orgasm hit, trembling under me. I buried myself as deep as I could and came with her, pulsing inside her and shooting rope after rope of cum deep into her pussy. She clenched even harder, her walls stroking my cock as she whimpered under me.

I gently lowered her legs and lay down beside her, pulling her against my chest. She was warm, limp, smiling softly as she tucked her head under my chin. We lay there for a while without talking, just holding each other.

"Do you always open with that?" I asked, after some time. "The line."

She looked back up at me, raising her eyebrow.

"That thing you said this morning... 'you can use my pussy after'?"

"Oh, that," she said, laughing softly. She was quiet for a while, her hand rubbing my chest slowly. "I like being helped." She paused. "Not with small things, I don't need anyone for that. But... when something is actually hard, and it'll cost real time and effort, and someone shows up and helps me with it anyway?" She looked back up at me. "That works me up."

"Works you up like... this?"

"Mhm," she said simply. "The way you took charge when I needed it, stopped waiting for me to figure it out." Her fingers stilled, and she smirked. "By the time you were tightening those corner locks, I was already soaked."

I thought about her watching my hands while I worked through them. The way her voice changed after I started giving directions. Then I thought about the pairs of panties scattered around her hamper. "So you do this... a lot?" I asked.

She laughed. "Not as often as you'd think. I'm specific about who I ask." She tilted her head. "I put your number in my phone at Derek's thing for a reason. I wasn't sure when, but I knew I was going to call you."

I stroked her back. "Does it always work?"

She smiled against my chest. "I only call when it's real. So, yeah. Pretty much."

We lay there for a little longer, but at some point the afternoon felt complete. I shifted and she lifted her head, and we both got up to find our clothes. She slipped on her t-shirt while I got dressed. Then she walked me to the door, not bothering with pants or panties.

"Thanks again," she said. "For the bookcase."

"Any time. It looks good there."

She smiled. "It does."

I took the stairs down, got in my car, and drove home. The highway was quiet. Every so often I caught the faint scent of her on my skin, and in my mind I kept seeing that bookcase against her living-room wall. I smiled without meaning to.

After I got home, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Claire: “Thanks again. I’ll let you know next time I can use your help 😊”

My phone was ringing.

I was in the middle of some dream that was already fading, still coming back to reality from sleeping in on a Saturday morning. The caller ID showed “Claire” calling. Did I know a Claire?

“Hello?” I said, trying my best to sound awake.

“Hey, sorry, is this Brian? It’s Claire.” She waited for me to remember, but her voice wasn’t ringing a bell either. “We met at Derek’s thing?”

Derek’s thing. Derek was an old coworker who invited me and a bunch of his other friends to a bar on a Friday night after work to celebrate his going away. Claire was also there, some friend of another coworker I crossed paths with once a month.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah.”

I was starting to remember now. She was talkative, but generous about the conversation. She had a way of making whatever you were saying feel like it was worth it. We only spent maybe fifteen minutes getting to know each other before she punched her number in my phone and texted herself.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” she asked, genuinely sounding guilty. “I can totally call back later.”

“No it’s fine, really, what’s up?”

"Okay, so," She started, taking a small breath. "I have this bookcase that I bought the other day, and it’s just been sitting in my car since then. I need help putting together. And, getting it up to my apartment before that. You can use my pussy after."

Oh, yeah I was definitely still half asleep.

“Wait,” I said, squinting and trying to shake the sleep out of myself. “What?”

“I mean it’s going to take a few hours, and I’d really appreciate the help if you’re up for it?”

I still wasn’t sure I heard that last part right. I rubbed my eyes.

“You still there?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, quickly. “Sorry. Yeah, I can be there in… an hour?”

“Cool,” she said. “I’ll text you my address.”

I sat there for another second after she hung up, phone still in my hand, looking at nothing in particular. I closed my eyes, my thoughts drifting. 'You can use my pussy after' echoed in my mind. I sank into my headboard, remembering her face from the bar. Maybe this was all just some vivid morning dream.

My phone buzzed. My eyes shot open. There was a text from Claire, giving me her address and a "Thank you so much!" at the end.

I needed some coffee.

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Claire's apartment was a third floor walkup, and she answered the door in a t-shirt and jeans with her hair pulled up.

"Hey, thanks for coming!" she said with a smile. "Hope it wasn't too hard to find. Come on in."

Her apartment was on the smaller side, something basic but livable for one person. Living room, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, all painted white. She had boxes lying around; she clearly hadn't fully moved in yet. She had a worn out couch, some plants in the windowsill, and a rug that seemed intentional. Her bedroom door was open, and I saw some of her clothes scattered; bras hanging from the side of her hamper, pairs of panties on the floor. I moved my eyes along.

"I'm still figuring the place out," she said. "The bookcase is supposed to help tie it all together. You think it'll go nicely on that wall?" she pointed to a bare part of the living room wall opposite the front door, behind the couch.

"Yeah I think so," I said, walking around the room. "How big did you say it was again?"

She laughed. "Big enough, I think. It's got a few pieces, still in my car. I thought we could bring it upstairs together first, then open it up and figure out the rest from there."

I nodded, and she grabbed her keys to lead me back downstairs.

The bookcase came in 2 large boxes, and they were both awkward to bring up. Claire took the front of it, walking backwards, and I took the rear, holding it on my shoulder while we took each section of stairs. We had to maneuver them at each landing since they were just too long to turn around, but we got the hang of it as we took up the second box.

"Okay," she said. "Good. Let's see what we're working with."

"You don't know what it looks like?" I asked.

"My friend Dani picked it out for me," she shouted as she grabbed a pair of scissors. "The apartment's been kind of a group project."

So I supposed I was part of that group now. Maybe I was just imagining her offering her pussy on the phone this morning. She cut the boxes open and we laid everything out across the floor. There was the usual hardware in a plastic bag, the sheets of plywood, the pegs, the screws, and the instructions. Claire put the booklet on the floor in front of us and she bent over to read it off. The neck of her shirt fell open and I looked somewhere else.

"So," she said, tracing a finger on the diagram, then to two wood parts. "I think these two pieces go together first?"

I looked at the parts she was pointing to. "Those make up the back panel. So, not those."

She sat back and frowned a little. I took the booklet and thumbed through it, looking over the whole set of instructions. She watched me think through it. "Side panels first, parts E and F," I said. "then we take all the shelves and join them as the main body."

"Okay," she said. Her voice was softer now than it was at the door. "Yeah, tell me what you need."

Claire was good at taking direction. She held the pieces together exactly the way I showed her, letting me screw or tap them into place. When I made a call she didn't second-guess it, she just moved. At some point I stopped waiting to see if she had an opinion on the next step, understanding that she'd handed the reins to me on this.

"Can I ask you something?" she said. She was holding two panels steady while I worked a bolt. Her eyes were on my hands rather than the joint.

"Yeah what's up?"

"What do you actually do? I mean, I know you and Derek worked together, but I don't think we talked about that."

"Project management," I said. "Software, mostly. Timelines, keeping developers from killing each other."

"So you're used to being the person who knows what order things happen in."

I hadn't thought about it that way. "Yeah. I guess so."

"That tracks," she said, quietly, mostly to herself. She looked back at my hands as I finished tightening the bolt.

We moved on to the cam locks, those little disc pieces that twist into weird looking screws to lock in the corner pieces. Sixteen of them, half a turn at a time. We had the case on its side to do this, on our hands and knees. Claire handed me each cam lock, bent over, watching me work them all in. Her shirt had fallen forward again, and I couldn't help but catch glimpses of her body under it when I looked back up. It looked like she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"What? No, I-"

"The job," she said with a smirk. "Do you like the job."

"Oh," I sighed, shaking my head and putting in the next cam lock. "Yeah, I mean for the most part."

"Good days and bad days, right? What's each kind of day look like?"

I thought about it. "It sort of comes down to lists," I said while putting the next lock in place. "The more things I can cross off a list, the better the day is. It means there's real progress, which is what I live for, in a way."

"Hm, I wish I could relate," she said with a small laugh.

"What line of work are you in?"

"Marketing," she sighed. "Kind of the opposite. Everyone's always a little mad and nothing ever feels finished. But it pays okay, and I don't bring it home with me at this company. So at the end of the day, my sanity is worth a lot."

"That's a really honest answer."

"I'm a really honest person." She looked up at me and smirked again, and I felt my face flush. I tightened the last cam lock, and tested the joints. Sturdy.

"Good to go, ready to put it in place?"

She nodded, standing with me to lift the bookcase upright, tilting it into its place on the back wall. After some minor adjustments, we took a step back to look at it.

"Oh that's good," she said. Then she looked at me, her eyes soft. "That's really good. Thank you."

"Yeah, of course. It looks nice there." I started gathering the boxes and packaging. She was still looking at the shelf, and when I glanced over at her I wasn't sure if I saw her squirm just a little.

I had the boxes folded up and ready to toss out, my jacket halfway on, when she called my name.

"Brian," she said, still standing by the bookcase. "You're leaving already? I meant what I said on the phone, you know."

I froze.

"You can use my pussy after."

She said it the same way she'd said it this morning. No buildup, no softening. Just that.

"You don't have to do that," I said.

"Do what?"

"I mean," I swallowed. "I didn't come here because of that, I'm not expecting anything. I just came because you needed help."

She clicked her tongue, leaning forward against the back of the couch. "I know you're not expecting anything," she said. "That's exactly why I said it. You came to help." She started walking towards me. "This isn't some kind of... fucked up repayment, Brian. My pussy doesn't settle debts."

I looked for something to say, but nothing was there.

"I called you because I needed help with something real. Something that was going to take all morning and most of an afternoon. And you came and you did it." She paused for a second. "You even took over when I was floundering with those instructions. You just... handled it, and that does something for me." She was standing right in front of me, tilting her head slightly. "You do want to fuck me, don't you? I caught you looking down my shirt, twice, so I'm assuming..."

"I- that was-"

"It's okay," she said, touching my arm. "I wanted you to look." Her fingers slid down to my wrist. She just looked at me for a second, then she sank smoothly to her knees in front of me, her hands reaching for my belt.

"I don't usually..." I started, my breath interrupting my own words.

"I know," she said, pulling my belt from its loops slowly. "You don't have to be smooth. Just honest. Do you want me?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I do."

She smiled, working my belt open with calm confidence, then popping the button on my jeans, tugging the zipper down. She tugged, and she gave a small gasp when my cock was freed, right in front of her face. "Mm I can tell," she said, wrapping her hand around it, giving it a couple delicate, soft strokes. Then she leaned in, looking up at me while she took my cock into her mouth.

"Fuck, Claire..." I groaned as her lips slid down my length, warm and wet, taking me deeper with each pass until I felt the back of her throat. Then she eased back, tongue pressing flat along the underside, before sinking down again. One hand stroked the base of my cock, the other rested on my thigh, thumb brushing small circles on my skin. After a few strokes she pulled off just enough to catch her breath, lips shiny, and looked up at me. She gave me a smile, then pulled me back in with a moan.

The afternoon light came through the window to catch the side of her face while she bobbed her head, while the soft wet sounds of her mouth filled the living room. I placed my hand on the back of her head, and she moaned on my cock while pressing her face harder, her throat opening up to take me deeper. She swallowed my cock, her lips meeting my hips and I felt her throat contract over my cock, making my knees buckle. Then she pulled off, stroking my cock, kissing the tip while I throbbed in her hand.

"Bedroom," she said, standing up and taking my hand. I stepped out of my pants and followed her in. She peeled off her shirt, then she pushed her jeans down, tossing both in the hamper. Her panties were next, slipping them off and tossing them over. They landed next to the other pairs on her floor. She turned to face me, helping me lift my shirt off, then she pressed her naked body to mine, taking my hand and pressing it to her tit.

"I need you to fuck me," she said. "However you want, whatever feels good to you." She gave me a hungry look. "Use me. Tell me how you want me."

My hand tightened on her tit, looking back into her eyes. My mouth was open but I couldn't form any words, not right away. She pressed into me more, and my hand found her ass. "On your back," I said, finally. I didn't have any other ideas in that moment. She just smiled and walked backwards to her bed, pulling me with her.

She sat on the bed and scooted up, spreading her legs. Her pussy was soaked, her fingers idly stroking her lips. I climbed up over her, and she raised her hips to rub herself along my cock. She looked at me, bit her lip, wriggling her hips. I pressed my cock to her, pushing in, feeling her clench around me as I pressed deep. "Mmh, fuck," she sighed, arching her back as I bottomed out.

"Don't hold back," she said, wrapping her legs around me. "I want to feel you tomorrow."

I started moving my hips, fucking her slow and deep at first, savoring how hot and tight she felt around me. Claire kept her eyes on mine, one hand on my back, the other holding my hip. I moved my hand to cup her tit, and she nodded and moaned when I pinched her nipple between my fingers. Every thrust pulled an "mmh" sound from her, encouraging me to go harder. Her hips rolled back into mine to take me even deeper.

"That's it," she murmured. "Right there... harder..." I gave her harder, pulling back and pushing my cock into her more eagerly, bottoming out in a slam of our hips that made her gasp. I kept that hard, faster pace and felt her legs hold me tighter, her back arching. "Yeah, yeah, just like that," she moaned under me, her pussy clenching, making slick sounds around my cock. "Fuck-!" her whole body seized, and she pulled me down into her as she came on my cock, her pussy fluttering around it, her voice muffled in a long, shaky moan.

She looked back up at me, her eyes glassy, sighing as she rolled her hips on my cock again. Something shifted in me, seeing her like that; flushed, still trembling, completely open. I hooked my hands behind her knees, pushing her legs up and back, folding her nearly in half under me. My forehead pressed onto hers, my hips settling on top of hers to press my cock even deeper than before.

"Ohh fuuuuck, Brian," she moaned. "Yes, hold me down just like that." She reached up and gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. "Don't stop..."

I drove into her hard, the sound of our hips slapping into each other filling the room. Claire was pinned under me, folded up and helpless, completely mine in that moment. She moaned and whimpered, small "ah, ah, ah," gasps coming out of her mouth as my cock hit her cervix with each stroke. She gripped me tighter with each thrust, her eyes still locked onto mine as I used her pussy.

"You're so- ah- so fucking deep... I can feel all of you, mmh..." I could feel her getting close again, her walls fluttering wildly around me, milking my cock and coaxing my own orgasm to build with hers. I kept her folded beneath me, my hips snapping down. "I'm gonna cum," she gasped. "Cum with me, inside me, please..." I groaned and slammed into her, gripping her thighs. Her pussy clenched hard, her voice crying out as her second orgasm hit, trembling under me. I buried myself as deep as I could and came with her, pulsing inside her and shooting rope after rope of cum deep into her pussy. She clenched even harder, her walls stroking my cock as she whimpered under me.

I gently lowered her legs and lay down beside her, pulling her against my chest. She was warm, limp, smiling softly as she tucked her head under my chin. We lay there for a while without talking, just holding each other.

"Do you always open with that?" I asked, after some time. "The line."

She looked back up at me, raising her eyebrow.

"That thing you said this morning... 'you can use my pussy after'?"

"Oh, that," she said, laughing softly. She was quiet for a while, her hand rubbing my chest slowly. "I like being helped." She paused. "Not with small things, I don't need anyone for that. But... when something is actually hard, and it'll cost real time and effort, and someone shows up and helps me with it anyway?" She looked back up at me. "That works me up."

"Works you up like... this?"

"Mhm," she said simply. "The way you took charge when I needed it, stopped waiting for me to figure it out." Her fingers stilled, and she smirked. "By the time you were tightening those corner locks, I was already soaked."

I thought about her watching my hands while I worked through them. The way her voice changed after I started giving directions. Then I thought about the pairs of panties scattered around her hamper. "So you do this... a lot?" I asked.

She laughed. "Not as often as you'd think. I'm specific about who I ask." She tilted her head. "I put your number in my phone at Derek's thing for a reason. I wasn't sure when, but I knew I was going to call you."

I stroked her back. "Does it always work?"

She smiled against my chest. "I only call when it's real. So, yeah. Pretty much."

We lay there for a little longer, but at some point the afternoon felt complete. I shifted and she lifted her head, and we both got up to find our clothes. She slipped on her t-shirt while I got dressed. Then she walked me to the door, not bothering with pants or panties.

"Thanks again," she said. "For the bookcase."

"Any time. It looks good there."

She smiled. "It does."

I took the stairs down, got in my car, and drove home. The highway was quiet. Every so often I caught the faint scent of her on my skin, and in my mind I kept seeing that bookcase against her living-room wall. I smiled without meaning to.

After I got home, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Claire: “Thanks again. I’ll let you know next time I can use your help 😊”