Aria and The Guys Part 1

As usual, the small coffee shop down the street from my apartment is packed and buzzing with the morning?s rush. Let?s Grind has always been my home away from home with its dark red walls, over stuffed couches, worn coffee tables, and the seemingly ingrained smell of freshly ground coffee beans. A sigh of contentment escapes from me as I lean back into the soft love seat. I can feel the morning rays of sunlight pouring in from the store front window bathing my skin in the most amazing warmth. I close my eyes for just a few minutes of rest. A rather firm hand on my shoulder shakes me out of my daze. ?Aria?You still with the living?? I reluctantly open my eyes to see the beautiful dark green eyes of my best friend Simon; he has finally arrived with our coffee order and hands me my hot coffee. I give him a half smile. ?Sorry, I must have dosed off.? He walks over to the arm chair across from me and casually puts his feet up on the coffee table between us; a typical Simon move with his carefree, laid back attitude. Amusement crosses his face. ?Well maybe if you didn't stay up all night studying for your finals you wouldn't be falling asleep in a loud public place.? At his words, I quickly take a few tentative sips of my hot coffee and Simon starts reading the local paper he picked up at the front when we came in 15 minutes earlier. My gaze seems to settle on Simon. We've been best friends ever since grade school when he to my rescue from a school yard bully; we've been attached at the hip since. We grew up together, supported each other, and even went through the awkward teen years as best friends so when we managed to get into the same college I was ecstatic. The thought of not having him around was torturous. He?s the closest thing I have to a brother and me his sister. He smiles at me and I just now notice he?s been watching me staring at him, I?m sure a pink stain across my cheeks appears. He starts reading an article in the paper once again and I can?t help but notice how much he?s changed over the years. He?s no longer the geeky, lanky kid that looked uncomfortable in his own skin. No, now he has this constant confidence and charm that has me thinking less than brotherly thoughts. His lanky profile has changed into lean firm muscle that bulges slightly over his smooth white skin and his height now reaches around 5 foot 8. His jaw line has become firmer and squarer with a permanent 5 o'clock shadow any time of the day. His dark brown hair, much like his personality, hasn't changed much since high school; he still keeps it buzzed fairly close to his head. I suddenly realize the admiring nature of my wandering thoughts and instantly feel guilty. I shouldn't have any sexual pull Escort Göztepe to him. For all intents and purposes, he?s my brother. A look of concern presents on Simon?s face. ?Aria, are you feeling okay?? I sit up a little straighter and try to hide my previous thoughts. I feel like I?m an open book when he looks at me but I can?t ever seem to break through that easy going attitude of his to get a read on him. I frown. ?Yah, I?m just stressed about finals and sleepless nights aren't helping. They start in two days and I feel like I don?t even know anything.? He makes a sound of disapproval and gets up to sit next to me on the couch. He uses his fingers to guide my face up to look at him. As of late I've been having a hard time looking at him in the eyes so it takes me a few seconds for me to lift my eyes and stare into his deep dark green pools. ?Don?t worry. We?ll get through it together as always.? The words of encouragement break down my emotional control and I?m trying very hard not to babble like a baby in public. He starts to rub his lightly calloused hand up and down my arm sending electrical shivers to my breasts. I go from emotional distress to arousal in 3 seconds flat. Suddenly feeling the urgent need for space, I lean away from his rubbing hand. ?Well, I?m going to go back to my place to study some more before I have to go to work, thanks for the coffee.? I say as I started to get up off the couch. ?C?mon you've studied enough, why don?t you relax for a bit and come over to my place to play a bit of Xbox?? I can?t but laugh a little, Simon?s always on that thing. I give him a sweet smile. ?I?ll take a rain-check for after finals.? I quickly exit Let?s Grind and start the short walk to my apartment. Really Aria, you can?t be having feelings for him, they?ll never be returned. And damn almost crying ? it must be the sleep deprivation. I need a cold shower when I get home. Walking briskly I can?t help but think of the last time Simon cleaned up tears from my cheeks; I had walked in on by good for nothing boyfriend cheating on me. Simon has always been caring towards me in that way, always worrying about me, always protecting me. A smile creases my face as I remember my first serious boyfriend when I was 16. He thought he had to impress my father but it was actually Simon who gave him the ?if you ever hurt her talk?. After a few blocks, I have finally arrived at my apartment building. I enter the revolving glass doors and wave at the sweet receptionist, Layla, on my way to the elevators. The layout of the building is simple and clean, nothing fancy but nothing trashy. I press the call button, step into the elevator and press the 5th floor. Caddebostan escort At the last second a foot clad in a rather expensive looking leather shoe stops the doors from closing. As the doors slowly open up, I see my tall and handsome neighbor Dean who hastily enters the elevator muttering apologies. Where Simon has a boyish charm, Dean has a dark and mysterious attraction to him. He?s tall, has nearly black short hair, eyes as dark as the night?s sky, and 10 years my senior to my tender age of 22. His face has the bone structure GQ models would envy and he?s high ranking in a business company, a chief of something. In short, women drop at his feet like flies, myself included. Although we've never said more than a few words to each other when passing in the hall or elevator, I've often heard the loud moans and screams of ecstasy of well satisfied women from his apartment and I?d be lying if I said I haven?t wished to be in there place. I've even gone as far as playing with my pierced, sensitive nipples and rubbing my plump clit while listening to the happy moans of a woman that Dean has inspirited. As the elevator reaches our floor, I try as much as possible to ignore his all-consuming presence while I walk to my suite. He walks pass me and before I enter my place, he smiles and wishes me a very good night. His smooth and deep voice causes my clit to spontaneous throb and I can?t help but blush like a virgin and nod like an idiot. ?You too,? I manage to get out. As soon as I get into my place, I can?t help be feel relieved. This is my place, my space, and no guys can come in here getting me hot and bothered like a horny teen. My place is small but the rent is affordable and it?s perfect for me. To the direct right of the entrance, there?s the full cream colored kitchen complimented by beige cupboards and black counter tops; it comes with a small matching island and two gray bar stools that run parallel with the entrance. The apartment is open concept so the living room is directly in front of the kitchen. It has the same cream colored walls as the kitchen, a blue couch facing away from the entrance door and a flat screen TV mounted on the wall. Small wooden end tables are at the ends of the couch and a matching book shelf is tucked into the back corner. To the left of the living room and kitchen is a small hallway that leads to a small storage room, my bedroom, and the bathroom. After putting my now empty coffee cup in the garbage, I go down the short hall to my bathroom and start the shower. It's a cozy 3 piece bathroom with a large shower stall that has alternating colors of small brown tiles, and a glass wall instead of a curtain. Bağdat Caddesi escort bayan The shower is directly in front of the door while the single sink that sits in a cream counter top is on the right hand side. I look in the mirror above the sink and assess my appearance. After my latest break up, Simon suggested I change my hair because that?s what girls do; so I did. I cut my straight and long strawberry blond hair to the point it was only brushing my shoulders and had it lightened so it was slightly more on the blond side. I had to admit it looked good with my heart shaped face and it accented my blue-gray eyes. As the steam from the hot shower started to fill the room, I realize that my cold shower turn into a burning hot one, whatever. I pull my clinging t-shirt over my head and remove my black lace bra. In front of the bathroom mirror, naked from the waist up, I start rubbing my hands over my neck and shoulders in an attempt to relieve some of the tension there. The hot steam from the shower keeps filling the bathroom making it hot, humid, and perfect. I let out a loud sigh as a bead of sweat trickles from my neck down the center of my chest between my breasts which makes my nipples tighten in response. God even my own sweat is turning me on. What?s happening to me? It?s as if I?m constantly on edge, always aroused. My rubbing hands slowly work lower and lower over my pale soft skin until they reach my breasts. I grab them, push them together and gently squeeze loving the sensation. They?re an average C cup, still perky, and round tipped with small pink areolas and nipples that are decorated with small silver rings. Loving the sensitivity of my pink stiff nipples, I take my index finger of each hand and softly run circles around them. They contract so fully that my areolas have disappeared leaving only my hard nipples standing out. I pinch them between my two fingers and tug gently feeling an instant jolt of desire that runs down my spine to my throbbing clit. I repeat this several times until I?m lost in the sensation. My breathing quickens and I can feel my pussy juices starting to soak my panties as my fingers continue their assault on my now darkening nipples. I pull lightly on the rings that run through them causing me to let out a low moan. While I continue to overload my hyper aroused body with nipple play, I can?t help but think of Simon?s slightly calloused hands running over my jutting sensitive nipples. Having the rough feeling against my soft skin would feel marvelous. What would it be like if he sucked one of them into his mouth and used his textured tongue to tug at them by my nipple rings? I imagine what Simon hands would feel like as my own leave my now aching nipples and slide across my smooth stomach to the waist band of my skirt. Feeling like it weight 20 lbs, I undo the zipper at the back. The beige flirty skirt glides down my legs along with my g-sting. I see that my panties is soaked with my own wetness from being aroused a good part of the morning.