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Gina continues sliding her hand up and down my shaft faster and faster while she licks my scrotum. I moan as I feel the orgasm building. She sees my reaction and recognizes that I’m close to cumming.
She sits up a little, jerking me with two hands and licking the head.
“Oh fuck. I’m close,” I warn her.
She sits up on her knees so she can go faster.
“Fuck!” My load shoots out across her t-shirt. The next pulses of cum don’t shoot as far, running down my cock and over her hands instead. The orgasm slowly subsides and I catch my breath.
Gina takes off her shirt and leans over to kiss me before she tosses it by her laundry bag. She’s entirely naked except for her bra. She heads to the bathroom and washes up while I just lay on the mattress looking around her room. Gina returns and gives me a small towel as she kisses me. I use the towel to wipe up the cum that’s run down on my stomach, then head to the bathroom to finish cleaning.
When I come out, Gina is fishing a new t-shirt out of a box. She’s still without her panties, but she puts the shirt on and turns to me. “Did you enjoy that?”
“It was amazing,” I say. I move to her and kiss her again. “Youare amazing.” Her cheeks flush again and we both put our pants back on.
We take the mattress down to the truck, grinning at each other while we carry it down her front steps. We just went down on each other on this mattress. Now we’re parading it in front of her house.
We carry the rest of the boxes to the truck until Gina’s room is entirely empty. She looks around, taking a moment to reflect on her time spent there.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“I’ll miss it. Parts of it. But I’m glad to be moving on. It’s time to move to something that’s my own.”
Regretfully, Gina and I separate. She drives her car and I follow her in the moving truck. I spend the whole drive remembering what it felt like to touch Gina and to have her touch me. I’m addicted.
22
GINA
Luca followsme to my new apartment. Things got hot between us. I loved it. I enjoyed watching him move the heavy boxes, seeing his arms and shoulders flex under their weight. Just imagining his lips on me and his big cock in my mouth is turning me on again. The blast of a horn from a car behind me shakes me from my thoughts, reminding me to pay attention to my driving.
Finally, we get to my new apartment. The street isn’t too busy so Luca is able to double park in front of our building. Lexi’s already there and she lets us in. When Luca and I walk through the door of the apartment, I see Lexi’s eyes widen before she hides her surprise.
I didn’t tell her that Luca was helping me move. I was only 50% certain that he was actually going to show up. Something about Luca reminds me of a horse that could easily spook and take off running. But I’m slowly starting to trust him. He hasn’t left me hanging yet.
I’ve only been in the apartment once before, when Lexi and I toured it. Then it was just a possibility. Now it’s ours. I walk around the apartment again, showing Luca around.
It’s on the second floor. The living room looks out onto the street. Lexi has already moved in some furniture, and a few of her boxes are spread around the room, too. The kitchen and the living room are separated by a peninsula. To the left of the kitchen is a hallway leading to the bathroom, then the two bedrooms.
Lexi’s room is at the end of the hall. Mine is between hers and the bathroom. Luca follows me into it. It’s a decent size, but smaller than the bedroom I had at my parents’ house. It only has one window, looking across a small alleyway and at the brick of the next building. It’s not a great view, but it lets in some light.
“This is mine,” I say, holding my hands out wide. I’m telling myself more than Luca.
Luca smiles and nods. I can tell he’s happy for me.
We move the furniture and boxes up from the truck and into my new bedroom. Luca becomes more playful as we go. Maybe it’s because we just fooled around or maybe it’s because we’re not at my parents’ house anymore, but he’s loosened up a little. I can see Lexi glancing at us every now and then as she unpacks her kitchen supplies. I know she’s dying to ask me what’s going on with us.
The only strange thing I notice is that he keeps looking off down the block when we’re outside.
He’s scanning the street again before taking another box out of the truck. I follow his gaze and see someone shuffling around a corner. “Someone you recognize?” I ask.
“No,” Luca replies. His eyebrows squeeze together as if he can’t tell if that’s the truth.
Moving everything in takes a while and it’s hard work, but the adrenaline from having my own place gives me an energy boost. My new room looks a lot smaller with all the boxes and furniture piled in it. Hopefully I’ll get some of that space back when everything is unboxed and organized.
I check the time and it’s close to 4pm. We worked right through lunch. I dig through one of the boxes and find my stash of protein bars. I take one for myself and offer one to Luca.
“Thanks so much for helping me,” I say.