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Tracy could not believe how good it felt to feel Eric’s breath on her cheek, the rasp of his skin against her face, the smell of his masculinity enveloping her as he dipped his head and nuzzled her neck. She ran her hands up his bare, muscular arms as he held himself over her. The sense of the strength and power she felt coursing under the tan skin gave her a tingle deep inside. She had wished for this moment for months and as he lifted his face to hers, she kissed him hard on the mouth, opening her lips to take his hot, hungry tongue in her mouth. The feel of it gave her an ache that started between her legs and then spread through her body. Eager to have more of him, she opened her legs wider and for the first time felt Eric’s throbbing erection press against her thigh as he pushed forward. A moan of desire slipped from her throat and Eric responded, moving in closer, the tip of his burning hot penis penetrating her glistening wet pussy. “Oh God,” Tracy cried, “please, more. More.” Eric obliged, sliding another inch deeper but then stopping, letting her throbbing vagina adjust to the size of his cock. She was tight around him and the thought of taking all of him deep inside her gave her a thrill that fluttered through her chest. The pleasure of him was exquisite and nearly unable to stand. Eager, she wrapped her legs around his hips and tried to pull him forward into her. “Wait,” he whispered as he lowered his head to brush his lips across the tip of her erect nipple. His gentle touch burned like fire and she arched her back, pressing her breast towards Eric’s waiting mouth. She saw a smile play across his lips, loving every moment of her need, as he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hard and hungry. Tracy felt a throb ripple through her breast and run like an electric current straight to her sex. Writhing now with the nearly overwhelming pleasure of her nipple deep in his mouth and his rigid cock barely inside her, Tracy clutched at Eric’s broad back. “You’re teasing me,” she moaned happily. She heard Eric chuckle. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked playfully. “No,” Tracy said quickly. “I never want you to stop.” “Never?” Eric asked softly. “Never,” Tracy answered dreamily. “Okay, never,” she heard him say at the same time he pushed himself all the way inside her. The feel of it sent a shock of incredible pleasure through her and she cried out with delight. Eric responded by sliding back and then plunging himself to the hilt again. Tracy was amazed how perfectly he filled her. “You feel so good,” Tracy cooed and raised her hips to meet his building rhythm as he stroked slowly in and out. The sensation of his red hot cock sliding back and forth along the length of her vagina was so intense and the friction of his body brushing her now aching clit had Tracy nearly out of her mind with pleasure. She wanted more and begged “Faster, faster.” “Does it feel good?” Eric asked huskily. “Oh yes,” Tracy whimpered. “I just want more, don’t hold back. Take me, Eric, take me.” This time she heard Eric moan as he picked up the pace and began to pound against her. Tracy knew they were both quickly building towards an orgasm and she could hardly believe this was all happening. It was everything she had ever imagined. “Don’t stop,” Tracy cried, close now. She lifted her hips higher and clung to him when suddenly a sharp buzzing noise broke into the moment. “Whaaaa…” she said suddenly confused. Then her eyes popped open and in a blur of passion and longing, Eric was gone. The alarm clock continued to buzz noisily on the bedside table and with a cry of despair, Tracy slapped the snooze button. Quickly she squeezed her eyes closed and prayed she could go back to her dream. She still ached and when sleep didn’t welcome her back into its arms, she snuck her hand down between her legs and rubbed her engorged clit. She moaned into her pillow. She wanted to come so badly it actually hurt. She continued to rub, faster now and her hips started to buck in response. Finally she pushed herself to an orgasm, muffling her cry. It was a release of tension but otherwise completely unsatisfying on every other level. Frustrated, she flopped onto her back with a huff and stared at the ceiling for a moment before the annoying alarm clock began buzzing again. “You couldn’t have waited one more minute?” she said to the digital clock as she sat up on the edge of her bed and clicked the alarm off. A gentle rap sounded on her door and then Eric’s sandy blonde head and cheerful face popped in to look at her. “Are we talking to ourselves this morning?” he said with his typical good-naturedness. He was always cheerful in the morning. It was one of the things Tracy had begun to realize she adored about him yet it was the last thing she was thinking about as she stared at him. Visions of his naked body and the feel of him inside her made an ache shudder between her legs. Tracy pulled the coverlet around her, suddenly self-conscious. “Sorry,” she mumbled, “I… I was having a dream.” Eric came into the room, a couple of hot mugs of coffee in his hands. He handed one to Tracy. It was laced with French Vanilla Crème, just the way she loved it. She gave him a half smile as she took it. “Thanks.” Eric cocked his head to the side. “You okay?” Oh, you have no idea, Tracy thought to herself taking sip of the perfect tasting coffee. Out loud she said, “Just slept badly.” Eric grinned at her. “Well shake it off, babe,” he said playfully ruffling her hair. “We got a big day ahead of us, remember?” Tracy nodded. She remembered. Today, Saturday, they had both promised to clear their schedules so they could go apartment hunting together. She and Eric had lived together in a fun little two-bedroom for the last four years but now they found themselves in a dilemma. The building had been sold to a developer who was going to remodel all of the apartments and make them into ultra-modern downtown condominiums. Since their lease was up, they had been told politely but firmly that they had to vacate their current residence. Pronto. The entire situation was a huge downer and Tracy was more than a little depressed about it. She loved their zany, old fashioned apartment. Even though the floors were uneven, the pipes squeaked, and the heat never worked right, it was a place that had personality. Not to mention the ideal location. The Pearl District in Portland, Oregon was chock full of culture. Slowly becoming nationally renowned for its plethora of art galleries, chic shops, and hip restaurants, the area housing was moving quickly to give itself a facelift to accommodate the sudden onslaught of interested homebuyers. Lots were being cleared Ataşehir escort bayan and beautiful modern high-rises of glass and chrome were popping up everywhere. Everything that could be renovated was being bought by developers and changed over to executive suites for the trendy, young and financially lucrative. The renovation included Tracy and Eric’s building and she knew that finding anything in her price range in the immediate area was going to be impossible. What would she do without her favorite bookstore right down the street? And the little brewery three blocks away where the whole gang hung out every Saturday night? She sighed dejectedly. At least Eric had agreed to look with her and keep being her roommate if at all possible. It was hard to believe they hadn’t ever met until the day they decided to share a place. Tracy had been new in town and looking for a place that was cheap but near the city’s excellent public transit system. Cautiously, Tracy had answered an ad in the local weekly. The apartment turned out to be exactly what she was looking for and the roommate situation reasonable. She moved in with Eric and his girlfriend, Sandy. They had the master bedroom while she took the extra. All three made due with sharing the apartment’s single bathroom. It had been a great arrangement until Tracy came home early from work one day and found the girlfriend Sandy sitting astride someone who was most definitely not Eric. A lot of drama ensued in the days after as Sandy pleaded with Tracy to keep it a secret. In the end though, Tracy could not in good conscious keep her mouth shut about what she had walked in on. Eric was too nice of guy to watch him be cuckold. In the end, Sandy had moved out and after much debate and budget crunching, Eric and Tracy had decided to stay in the little apartment and make a go of it as roommates. The situation had turned out to work well. The two of them were both tidy people who preferred good literature over bad television. Cheap spicy food and expensive bold coffee were dietary mainstays at their place. And over the eighteen months that is was just the two of them, a few boyfriends and a few girlfriends had come and gone, but strangely neither had been able to make a relationship stick for more than a few weeks. Of course, their mutual gang of friends always poked fun at them and their “platonic” relationship, but truly nothing but friendship had ever existed between Tracy and Eric. There had never even been a conversation about it, which was fine with Tracy or had been until lately. Lately, she found herself seeing Eric in an entirely different light. She suddenly found herself noticing many wonderful things about him. The pleasant tone of his voice or the way his hazel eyes twinkled when he laughed. The way his hands looked so strong and confident when he kneaded bread dough on Sunday morning’s so they would have fresh bread for the week. Tracy felt a tingle play along her skin as she imagined his wonderful hands and how they might feel on her. Tracy closed her eyes and sighed. Things were most definitely different now. She didn’t know how or why, but lately Eric was all she could seem to think about. But does he ever think about me, Tracy wondered as she got off the edge of her bed and headed for the shower. Apartment hunting was every bit as challenging as Tracy had worried it would be. The dozen places she and Eric had circled in the local papers were spread around Portland with the only common denominator being their relative proximity to public transportation. Neither Eric nor Tracy owned a car and they had every intention of keeping it that way. Bicycles, buses and trains had served their needs up until now. So, after showering, day-old but still awesome cinnamon rolls and two cups of fabulous coffee, the two of them had jumped on the streetcar and started the hunt. The first six stops had been immediate busts but the seventh place looked promising. It was an old house in northwest Portland that had been converted to small apartments. The landlord met them at the house and quickly showed them around. Outside had been wonderfully landscaped with a shared courtyard that connected to a large backyard which was filled with seasonal flowers and a small koi pond. Cement benches, wooden chairs and a hammock made the space incredibly calm and inviting. Tracy and Eric looked expectantly at each other. So far the place was perfect. The house itself had been renovated but done so in a manner that kept its original appeal. The central stairway which lead up to the empty apartment’s landing was paneled with wood polished to a shine. The tall window at the end of the hall was edged with beautiful patterns of stained glass. As she waited for the landlord to open the apartment door, Tracy felt nervous excitement. She sensed a lot of positive energy coming from the building and had a very good feeling about all of it. This could be the place and in her anticipation she looked to Eric, who surprisingly was watching her with a small smile on his face. When she caught his eye, he raised his eyebrows in playful anticipation. Tracy smiled back broadly and without thinking grabbed his hand. Instead of withdrawing it like she thought he might, Eric instead gave it a squeeze and held on as the landlord opened the tall, ornately carved wooden door. With a wave of his hand, the nice old man ushered them in. The apartment was wonderful. It was a perfect blend of old charm and modern convenience. The main living area was large and roomy with wooden floors, high ceilings and lots of windows that let in the soft natural light. The small kitchen was separated off from the main room with a granite topped island that provided a perfect workspace while keeping the room open and inviting. Tracy laughed as she saw Eric’s excitement over the recently updated state-of-the-art appliances. She could already imagine him cooking up baked goods that would make her mouth water while she kept him company on a stool at the island. It was all simply too ideal. The master bedroom was also fantastic with a reading nook built into the corner flanked by floor to ceiling windows. A wall-to-wall closet took up one side of the room and Tracy clapped her hands in excitement when she saw all the built in shelves and organizers. Finally she would have a place to put all her shoes. Eric simply shook his head, wisely not making a comment, knowing that buying beautiful clothes and shoes were Tracy’s one and only vice. Luckily, she made it a quest to only buy things on ultimate clearance. Nothing pleased her more than finding an entire outfit off the sales rack Escort Ümraniye at Macy’s and getting it for a song. She would rush home and eagerly model it for him whereby Eric would always politely tell her she looked very beautiful. Or did he really think so? Tracy wondered. Was he only being polite or did he find her attractive? Tracy pondered this as she studied the closet’s layout. Her eyes went to a small set of clever drawers and she knew those would be where she’d hid her delicates. Lacy little bits of lingerie that she had never modeled for Eric. Suddenly the idea of doing so made her feel warm and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks. Eric still stood next to her and she turned to him. What would he do if I suddenly came out one evening in nothing but a see-through cammy and lace panties, she thought. Eric seemed to sense a change in her as she watched his eyes widen a little and then turn warm as a smile played along his mouth. “I take it you like it here?” he asked. On impulse, she hugged him and said in his ear, “I love it.” They stood for a moment, Tracy’s arms around Eric’s neck, his hands resting on her hips. She definitely felt something new between them, a chemistry that had not been there before. It made her want to pull her body against him tighter but then she heard the landlord clear his throat softly from the doorway behind her. A little embarrassed, a little more disappointed, Tracy let go and stepped back. They faced the nice man who was showing them the apartment. “We love it,” Tracy and Eric said in unison. Then they laughed and the landlord smiled. “Good, good,” he said nodding. “Let me show you the bathroom. Everything has been updated. New tankless water heater in every apartment now. It’s very economical.” “Sounds perfect,” Tracy said following the older man. “And the second bedroom? Which way does it face?” The landlord stopped and turned back to them, looking perplexed. “I’m sorry. There is no second bedroom.” Tracy looked at the nice man, feeling a sense of panic. “But, the ad…” She turned to Eric who had pulled the newspaper ad from his back pocket. He unfolded the pages until he could read the ad for the apartment. It clearly listed two bedrooms. He held it out for the landlord to see. The landlord shook his head sadly. “I am sorry. That must be a typo by the newspaper. We only have one bedroom,” he said. “Oh no,” Tracy said woefully. “But this place seemed so perfect.” The landlord looked confused. “I do not understand. Are you having a baby?” Now it was Tracy’s turn to look perplexed. “A baby? What are you talking about?” “A baby,” the landlord said, “I assume you want a second bedroom for a nursery, yes?” Tracy suddenly understood. She caught Eric’s eye and the two of them laughed uncomfortably. “No, no,” Tracy corrected the nice man. “We need two rooms because we are roommates. We need a room for me and a room for him.” “You are not married?” the landlord asked surprised. “No,” Tracy said awkwardly. “Nothing like that. Just friends.” “Just friends,” Eric chimed in lamely. The landlord just looked at them for a moment, then he scratched his chin and nodded. “Well, perhaps you can think about it. Here is my cell phone number,” he said handing them his business card. “I am leaving once we are done here and I won’t be back until Monday morning. No one will see the place until I get back. Call me Monday morning, let me know what you have decided.” “But,” Tracy said, taking the card from the old man’s hand. She was confused. Did the man not hear what she just explained to him? She and Eric needed a two-bedroom. The old man waved off whatever else Tracy was going to say. “Monday morning,” was all he said as he escorted them back out of the apartment and on their way. Later that evening, Tracy and Eric sat with their usual circle of friends at their favorite brewery in The Pearl. Neither of them had had the energy, or the heart for that matter, to continue the apartment hunt after the nice old landlord had left them standing dejected and confused on the sidewalk in front of what they had moments before thought was the perfect apartment building. They had told their friends the sad story, using their normal Tracy-Eric tag team method where one would start the thought and the other would finish. One of their friends, a music arts major no less, had started awhile ago calling them by the nicknames of “Music” and “Lyrics” because they couldn’t seem to tell a story without the accompaniment of the other. When they had wound down the story of the perfect apartment that wasn’t, their friends laughed rather than sympathized. Frustrated, Tracy started to lose her temper. “I thought we’d get a little more sympathy from you guys,” she huffed. “Not have you think it’s all a big joke.” Her friends quickly consoled her and Eric and apologized for not being more sensitive to their disappointment. Tracy’s best friend Pam put an arm around her shoulders and gave Tracy a comforting squeeze. “Don’t be mad, Trace. We’re sorry for laughing,” said her friend. “It’s just that, well, we can see how the nice old man could make that mistake.” Tracy glanced at Pam and then around at the group. Her eyes stopped at Eric for a moment but he was looking down at the table and fiddling with his empty beer glass. She turned back to her friend. “What does that mean?” Her friend shrugged and looked to the others for support. “I mean, you and Eric here, you two make a pretty cute couple. Lots of people would make the assumption that you two are together.” Tracy thought about what Pam had said. She honestly didn’t know what to make of it. What did it mean that people thought she and Eric were a couple when actually they weren’t? She again looked towards Eric, wanting to catch his eye, but he suddenly seemed very absorbed in reading the graffiti scratched in the tabletop. There was an awkward silence for a moment, and then Toby, the group’s most boisterous member, broke in and changed the subject. “So, on to more important things,” he interjected. “I have keys to my uncle’s house and permission to use the place for the weekend.” He held up a couple of keys on a ring and shook them. “He made me a deal, if I fed the cat and watered the plants, I could go hang out and soak in his hot tub. Anybody interested?” “How far is it?” Pam asked. “About an hour up interstate 84. Prime real-estate. You gotta see this place.” “Little far for my bike,” Eric said smiling. Toby clapped him on the shoulder and looked at the others. “No problem. Ricky’s got a car now. How many can you fit in that gas-guzzling SUV?” Ricky, Pam’s boyfriend, shrugged. “I think I can Bostancı escort get everybody in there.” Toby smiled. “Anybody who’s going, meet me at Ricky and Pam’s. Fifteen minutes. Swimsuits optional, kiddos!” The gang laughed, chugged back the rest of the beer and headed for the door. Tracy found herself beside Eric as they were playfully pushed and shoved out the door and into the night. The two of them turned towards their street. “You going?” Tracy asked with mixed feelings. The trip sounded fun and she definitely needed something to pick her up after the depressing day apartment hunting. She wasn’t sure if she’d want to go without Eric though. And then there was the thought of him in a hot tub. Tracy forced her mind to stop wandering and looked at Eric. He shrugged and looked thoughtful. “I don’t know. You going?” he said. “I will if you will,” Tracy said. Eric smiled. “Well then let’s do it.” They made a dash for their apartment building to pack. Toby’s uncle’s house turned out to be as amazing as he had described it. In fact, when they arrived, Pam had turned to him and said “This isn’t a house, Toby. It’s a mansion!” Toby had nodded and smiled. “What’s he do to afford a place like this?” Ricky asked. Toby shrugged. “Some head honcho dude at Nike. Pretty sweet, huh?” The group all agreed. The “house” ended up being an elegant multi-bedroom estate on a beautifully landscape acre with a stunning view of the Columbia River. Aside from having the promised hot tub, big enough for a dozen people, the place had a large swimming pool complete with rock waterfall and a swim up bar. Albeit the bar was unstaffed, but Toby quickly rectified the situation by raiding his uncle’s liquor cabinet and establishing himself as the bartender. Soon everyone was enjoying a cocktail. Normally Tracy stuck with wine or beer, but under the circumstances she let Toby fix her up something special. She had no idea what he put in the drink but before she was halfway through with it, she felt a little tipsy. The alcohol warmed her from head to toe and the heated pool caressed her body as she slipped through the water. Letting her natural buoyancy lift her, she floated away from the others and towards the waterfall. It was very pretty and she was admiring it when she sensed someone come up near her in the water. Tracy turned and saw Eric. He was drifting through water, paddling with one hand while another held a rum and coke. “Hey,” he said when he was close enough for her to hear him over the waterfall. “Hey,” Tracy said back. Things had been a bit awkward since they had left the bar. The conversation about being mistaken as a couple seemed to hang between them. Tracy wished she could just ask Eric how he felt about her but at the same time she was petrified to find out. What if he could only see her as a friend? She sighed and sipped her own drink. They both floated in the water and looked at the landscaped rocks. “Pretty,” Eric said, sounding a little slurred. Tracy gave him a closer look. His eyes were a bit glazed and he looked out of sorts. She reached for his drink and pulled the glass to her face. “Hey,” Eric said, surprised but slow. The smell of rum was strong. “How many of those have you had already?” Tracy asked alarmed. Eric smiled weakly and shrugged. “Oh Eric,” Tracy said with a gentle shake of her head. “What are you doing?” With an attempt at an innocent grin, Eric slowly pulled the glass back from Tracy’s grasp and finished it. Tracy sighed. She knew that Eric seldom drank. Generally he nursed a beer or two when the gang hung out but she had never seen him intoxicated. His explanation for it was simple. He did not like to feel out of control of himself. Now she wondered if she was the reason he had decided to throw caution to the wind. The thought of it made her feel perplexed. Was he drinking to get over feelings for her? Or was he just frustrated about the apartment? The whole situation was simply too confusing and Tracy decided maybe Eric had the right idea after all. Giving him a smile, she tossed back the rest of her drink and held out the empty glass. “I have no idea what Toby made me,” Tracy said, “but ask him to make the next one a double.” Eric happily took her glass. Less than a half hour later, Eric and Tracy had transitioned to the hot tub. Ironically, their other friends had found other more interesting things to do. Even when Toby had briefly joined them, Ricky conveniently wandered by and challenged him to a cutthroat game of table tennis. As the night grew later, Tracy found herself completely alone, under the stars, soaking in soothing hot water across from the man of her dreams. Literally. The problem was she had absolutely no idea what to do about it. Tracy had only slightly slowed down on her drink consumption and what had started as a light buzz was now moving towards full-fledge inebriation. The thought of tomorrow’s likely hangover was not appealing but the liquid courage was very welcome. Giving Eric her most sexy smile, she asked him. “So, do you dare me to take off my swimsuit?” Eric, who had prior to her tantalizing inquiry been relaxing with his head back and eyes closed, suddenly fixed her with an almost predatory gaze. Tracy had never seen him look at her that way. She found it incredibly exciting and it gave her even more courage to continue her tease. “Well?” she asked coyly. “No answer.” Eric slowly sat up taller in the water. He slipped his hands under the surface of the bubbles, never taking his smoldering eyes off Tracy. She watched with curious anticipation. What was he doing? Suddenly his hands surfaced and in them he held his swim trunks. Tracy’s eyes grew wide and he gave her a crooked grin before flinging them nonchalantly over his shoulder and out onto the lawn nearby. Following his example, Tracy quickly pulled off her swimsuit bottoms and threw them after his. She reached behind her back to unclip her top when suddenly Eric moved across the water and was pressing himself against her. His hungry mouth found hers and she kissed him passionately. His strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her up so that she was straddling him as they floated in the tub. “Tracy,” he whispered into her hair when their lips briefly parted, “I want you. I want you bad.” Tracy moaned with pleasure to hear him say it. Finally knowing his desire for her matched hers for him. “I want you too,” she whispered back, running her hand down his flat stomach and grabbing his cock. It was rigid, even after his drinking. Eric groaned happily. Tracy ran her fingers around his shaft and was thrilled to find that he was so turned on. She stroked him roughly in the water. He kissed her hard on the mouth, crazy with lust. She moved her hips down, wanting to push his throbbing cockhead inside her but he held her back. Tracy looked at him. “What’s wrong?” she asked surprised. “I’m really turned on,” he said huskily, “I don’t want to hurt you.” Tracy smiled happily and pushed his hand aside.

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