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Breaking in the New Mattress	By : Marrrrrrr Category: 1 through F > Community Views: 2793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Breaking in the New Mattress
- 1
Troy pushed the last thumbtack into the poster, securing it to the wall. He jumped off the chair he was balancing on and took a few steps back. The poster of Miles Morales, the new Ultimate Spiderman, seemed straight hanging over the red desk he and Annie had bought at IKEA, so he felt satisfied. He wasn’t sure what had inspired Marvel to make Spiderman black, but he thought the change worked.
He took a moment took around his newly furnished room. He’d kept the tile flooring, since there was no conceivable way he could afford to get the room carpeted like Annie’s was even if the landlord had been cool with it. He’d placed a nice, blue rug under his new bed, so he’d at least have something warm to step on first thing on cold winter mornings. The dresser he’d bought off Craigslist was right next to the closet, which sadly no longer contained the cardboard engine Abed had built for the Dreamatorium. He had a lot more room to store his clothes now, at least. In the blanket fort he’d had to make do with empty cardboard boxes, turned on their sides. And those ended up getting knocked over a lot during pillow fights, which was a pain to have to keep cleaning up.
In addition to the Spiderman one, he’d lined the walls with posters dedicated to some of his favorite bits of popular culture. He’d managed to talk Abed into letting him take one of his Kickpuncher posters, and even though it was for Kickpuncher 2, the most flawed of the movie’s sequels, he’d appreciated his friend parting with it. He’d snagged an Inspector Spacetime poster that featured Reggie in a pretty awesome pose at the same store where he’d bought the Spiderman one. He’d also seen a cool looking Blade poster there, but decided against buying it, for obvious reasons.
His phone buzzed suddenly, out in the living room where he had left it. Rushing out to retrieve it, he saw that he had a text message from Britta.
<<just aced my final!!! :O>>
<<Congrats :)>> he texted back.
<<what r u up 2?>>
<<Just finishing up my room>>
<<is it done? can I see???>>
<<Yeah, come on over>>
There was a slight pause before Britta texted back.
<<roommates there?>>
Troy smiled. He had a good idea of where this was going to go. <<Nope>>
<<you break in the new mattress yet?>>
Troy’s smile broadened into a grin. This was an unusually coy text conversation for Britta, so far. Flirting by text had been one of his favorite parts of all the sneaking around that their secret relationship necessitated. Britta could range from the slightly subtle (<<my cat is sad <:( think he wants u 2 cum play with him>>) to the direct (<<need some1 2 eat me out, stat>>), but his favorites were definitely the times where he got a chance to be just as flirtatious.
<<Nope and I might need a little help>>
<<oh? why’s that? :p>>
<<Got the extra firm one to help with my back>>
<<i might be able 2 help with that. what are you wearing?>>
He paused, stopping to think for a moment. <<What do you want me to be wearing?>>
Britta didn’t respond again for a moment. Just as Troy started to worry that he’d screwed up, done something too cloying and unsexy, she texted back:
<<put on that ac school uniform be there in 15>>
One of Troy’s eyebrows quirked up in surprise. He’d been wearing that earlier today, when they’d been painting his new room. He’d already mandated, using his authority as the Truest Repairman, that A/C school students could wear whatever they wanted to class , but had figured that the get-up would make a good set of work clothes. He’d had no idea that it would peak Britta’s fancy.
<<yes maam>>
#
True to her word, Britta knocked on the door around 15 minutes later. He rushed to the door, and was about to wrench it open when it suddenly occurred to him that he might want to play it slightly more cool. He gave it a couple of beats, and then opened the door as casually and manly as he could manage.
“Oh, hey there Britta,” he said, as if he were actually surprised to see it was her, “What’s up?”
She rolled her eyes at him, grinning. “You know I could hear you stampede up to the door, right?”
“I- I KNOW!” She pushed past him as he stood there in the doorway, sputtering. She was wearing the same solid green long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans she had been earlier that day, when she’d been helping him. His eyes followed the sway of her hips as she made her way to the door of his new room. The image made him think of what those hips had been doing last night. He followed her, eagerly.
She took a moment on entering to look around, taking the place in. She walked over to the bed and dropped her purse on it, near the headboard.
“I like it. It’s very… you.” Britta turned back to him. Her smile was different now, still amused, but now in a way that made Troy’s loins stir. Her eyes raked him up and down. “You changed for me.”
He grinned at the lilt her voice had taken on. “If I’d known the uniform would get me laid, I might have joined the repair school sooner.”
Britta laughed as she walked over to him, her hand reaching out to grab the zipper of his jumpsuit. She looked up at him as she played with it idly, her face serious.
“I’ve been thinking about it, ever since I saw you wearing it the other day. Especially this morning. It made Annie’s buzzing around so annoying. I kept having this… fantasy… that you were wearing just it-“ she pulled the zipper down with deliberate slowness- “with nothing underneath.”
His cock jumped into Britta’s side.
“I guess you like my fantasy too…” she whispered before he kissed her heatedly on the lips. They were so soft. He licked at them lightly with his tongue and they opened, allowing his entrance. He explored her, his tongue flittering around hers as they gently wrestled each other. Britta eventually succeeded in unzipping his jumpsuit enough to push it down his shoulders. She ran a hand down the bare part of his arm. Troy was wearing a simple white cotton T-shirt, even though he wished now that he’d heard Britta’s suggestion before he’d changed. She pulled the zipper down again, quicker and more assuredly this time, until the uniform was falling off him. He stepped out of it, leaving him wearing just his plaid boxers. He saw her eyes go to the rapidly growing tent in them, and she grinned.
“Is that for me?” she asked, her hand reaching under his waistband to grab his penis. She squeezed it gently, and he tensed, a small moan escaping his lips. She tugged him by it, pulling him backwards lightly but still hard enough to make him give a small cry of protest that she swallowed when her lips found his again. When they reached his bed she fell backwards, and he followed her, trapping her against his bed sheet.
Troy reached under her shirt and pulled, tugging it upwards as she lifted her arms, giving it a clear passage off her body. He tossed it behind him without looking, his eyes too busy staring at the creamy skin of her breasts that were left exposed by her low-cut black bra. He descended on them, kissing and licking as much of her flesh as he could reach, his tongue lapping under the dry cotton of her brazier.
“Alright, slow down,” Britta giggled. She reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, dropping it off the side of the bed as she freed her chest to the cool air of his bedroom. Troy grabbed her right breast in his hand, massaging it firmly as he took the pink nub of her left nipple into his mouth. He teased at it with his tongue, feeling it stiffen and harden in his mouth as Britta arched her back and mewled.
Her hands pulled feebly at the hem of his shirt, unable to pull it up in their current position. Troy quickly pulled away, lifting his arms over his head and letting her tug it off him, which she did with surprising ferocity. Her smile was hungry as she ran her hand over his pectorals, her fingernails scratching him gently. She reached out to pull down his boxers, but he grabbed her hand, stopping her.
“Wait,” he said, kissing her again. “I want to go down on you first. I want to taste you again. It’s been so long…”
Her eyes lit with a new intensity at his words. She leaned back, luxuriating there on his bed. The pink tinge that had consumed her cheeks was spreading, pooling in the valley between her breasts.
“Do it then,” she said, firmly, her voice dripping with anticipation, “Eat me.”
He leaned back in over her, drawing his face closer and closer to hers. She watched him, her eyes fixed on his, unwavering. She was breathing heavily, and her lips parted slightly as he approached. Instead of kissing her again, though, Troy turned his face and nuzzled her neck. He knew Britta was sensitive there especially, so he nipped her skin lightly, making her cry out and shake under him. He trailed a slow line of kisses down her neck and chest, stopping briefly to tease at her navel with his tongue as he undid the button of her jeans. He settled between her knees, taking her zipper in his teeth and pulling it downwards with his jaw as he glanced up at Britta’s face. She looked down at him as she chewed furiously on her lower lip.
He grabbed her by the hips suddenly and pulled her downward towards the edge of the bed, causing her to gasp in surprise at his sudden boldness. He stood, lifting her hips up as he yanked her Hello Kitty panties down and off her legs. He knelt down on the floor, nestling between her thighs, lifting her legs and placing them over his shoulders to give him access to her glistening, swollen pussy. He drew in close to it, breathing deep, inhaling the smell of her sex.
“You smell so good,” he murmured as he licked at her, running his tongue across the folds of her vulva, felling her twitch with pleasure. She tasted tangy, with a slightly sweet undertone. His tongue darted inwards, seeking more of her nectar. Eating Britta out had quickly skyrocketed to the top of his favorite pastimes after they’d started hooking up. By now, he knew her most sensitive areas intimately, and he used this knowledge to tease the inside of her lips until she was grinding herself into him, desperately trying to push his tongue deeper into her sex. Troy got the message, veering upwards to gently caress the underside of her clitoris with his tongue. Britta reached down between her legs, running her hands through his hair, whimpering to encourage him.
When Troy felt her just starting to quiver, he slowed. One thing he’d learnt was the value of a good build up. He pulled back from her clit, earning a frustrated moan from Britta. It transformed into a happy sigh as he worked his tongue deep inside of her, licking at the walls of her pussy. She undulated around him, her thighs tightening at the back of his head. Her clitoris ground into his nose as she began to push her pelvis into his face.
“You know what I want,” she said suddenly in a husky voice. Troy opened his eyes and looked up. She’d pulled herself off her back and into a sitting position, and was glaring down at him with a severity that made his cock strain even harder against the elastic of his waistband. “Stop teasing and do it.”
He lifted his head away from her, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers. Earlier, at the door, he’d tried to fake a confidence he hadn’t really felt, but now self-assurance flowed through him with every beat of blood his heart pumped to his cock. He met the searing heat of her gaze with an even stare of his own.
“Okay,” he said in a cool voice. He crooked his fingers upwards, searching out and finding the spongy patch of skin at the top of her passage. Britta gasped, and Troy stared into her widening eyes for one moment before plunging his head back down into her sex. His mouth found her clitoris and enveloped it, playing with it between his lips with his tongue. Britta cried out, her voice adding to her taste and smell and the grind of her pelvis against his face in the mix of sensations that Troy lost himself in.
“Oh fuck, yes, just like that. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” Britta slipped back onto her elbows and lower back as Troy ravaged her. He kept his eyes fixed on her, her breasts heaving as she panted heavily. She captured his eyes with her stare, and he watched as pleasure flicked through those blue-green pools as he delicately painted her clit with his tongue.
“Eat me you little fucker!” she shouted, her head rolling back. Troy grinned. He loved it when she got like this, vulgar and crude. It contrasted so well with her appearance as she drew closer and closer to her liberating release. Her cheeks were beat red, her mouth hung open. Her golden hair was damp and matted with perspiration, and from his position down between her legs it almost looked like a halo around her head, like she was part of some sort of piece of religious iconography. He proably would have paid a lot more attention to The Watchtower if its pages had contained more art that looked like Britta Perry mid-orgasm.
“Fuuuuuuckkk YOUUUUUUUUU!” she screamed as her walls clutched at his fingers, spasming and drawing them further inside her. Her hand, still resting on the back of his head, pushed him harder against her and the pressure of her thighs edged over towards painful. He kept up his ministrations as she continued to come, feeling her writhe and shake as she continued to curse at him. Finally, she released him and he pulled back, knowing how sensitive she became after an orgasm this strong. She fell onto her back, and he crawled up next to her, gently brushing her hair out of her face as he watched her recover. Her whole body was flushed, covered in a layer of sweat. She drew in air in long, deep breaths as the color began to slowly fade from her skin. She blinked, her eyes focusing again, her head turning to look at him.
“Hi there,” Troy said, nuzzling her neck.
“You… have gotten too good at that,” she breathed, turning onto her side to face him.
“Sorry,” he said, reaching over to lightly cup her right breast, feeling its soft pliability under his fingertips. She laughed, leaning over and kissing him. The idea that she was tasting herself on his lips made his cock strain in his boxers, and Britta broke the kiss to look down at where it had brushed her leg. She slid down the bed sheet, drawing close enough to his torso to tug his boxers down and free his erect penis from its constraining cotton tomb.
Britta gasped in mock surprise. “Look! It’s my Little Buddy!”
“Britta, please. Don’t refer to my dick as ‘Little Buddy’”, Troy said, a smile crooking the corners of his mouth. “It makes him feel emasculated.”
“Awwww…” Britta cooed, running her hand down the underside of the subject of their conversation. “That makes me feel bad. How am I going to make it up to him?”
Troy opened his mouth, but he swallowed his comeback in his throat as Britta, her hand having reached the base of his dick, pushed up gently but firmly into his taint. All rational thought left his mind. He moaned loudly and wantonly, his dick hardening even more as she pressed into his prostate.
“I guess that’s a start,” Britta said, kissing his chest as she jacked him off with one hand while her other continued to massage his taint.
“If you keep doing that I’m not going to last very long…” Troy said between moans. He still felt bad that he’d come before she could get off again last night, and didn’t want a repeat of that performance.
She tsked sadly, but released him. “I just love playing with it so much. You make such beautiful noises…” He made another one, drawing air in sharply as her teeth grazed one of his nipples. “There’re condoms in my purse…”
He passed her one, and she tore it open with her teeth as she brought herself face to face with his cock. Pinching the top, she rolled the condom down his penis, leading the latex along with a trail of kisses. He brushed a hand through her hair.
“Get on your back,” Britta said, turning around so her feet were pointed at him. She pushed her upper back up off the bed with her arms, and Troy mirrored her movements. She swung a leg over his torso and pulled herself forward, separating his knees and lining up their pelvises as they faced each other. Her eyes were on his as she lowered herself onto his cock.
She was warm around him, even through the latex, and tight. The pressure was exquisite, causing him to buck and squirm inside of her. She made a little circular motion with her hips, making the sensations even more torturous. He felt himself whimper.
“You like that?” Britta asked, repeating the maneuver as she drew off him. “Me too,” she said, and her eyes gleamed. She shifted her weight onto one arm as the other came forward to play with her clit. Troy mimicked the motion of her hips, advancing and withdrawing as she did, twisting against her as she turned, letting her set the angle and speed of their fucking.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Troy said, the words tumbling into his head and out his mouth before he could even think about them. His hips rose to catch hers as she fell back onto him. “You get me so hot that I can’t even deal with it.”
“Yeah?” she asked, a broad smile breaking out on her face that made joy swell up in his chest in a way that almost hurt.
“That’s what I- mmmmmmmean” Troy said as they increased in speed. “You can be so confident and sexy, but then your face blooms like that when I say something nice, like I’m not saying the most obviously true thing in the world. I can’t-” he thrusts up, hard “-deal with what that does to me.”
Britta lunged at him, flattening him against the bed before he could react. Her hand was at his chest, squeezing and caressing it as she bounced up and down on top of him, her fingers furious on her clitoris. Startled, Troy’s mouth snapped shut.
“Keep. Talking.” She almost growled the words. Her eyes were ablaze now, looking down at him, and she rose and fell on his cock with a new intensity.
“I’d watch you sometimes, while we were all studying. Even before I knew how much I wanted you. Just watch you read or talk or laugh. That last one was my favorite.” His hands came up to grab her hips, using them to leverage himself up into her.
Britta’s face was fully red now. Her eyes, half-lidded in her ecstasy, were on the edge of pleading as her lip quivered. Troy reached up and grabbed her bouncing breasts, kneading them in his hands.
“I’d try really hard to get you to laugh. Say dumb thoughts I had. Try and make j-jokes. Christ you feel so good,” he moaned. He could feel the pressure building up in the base of his penis. But she was so close, he could tell.
“And everytime it worked, I couldn’t believe it. That I could be responsible for – oh god- for making you happy. For making you make those sounds.”
“Troy- fucking- Troy!” Britta cried her voice high and strained. Her arm gave out and she fell onto his chest as her vagina convulsed around him. Troy grinned, pulling her tight against him as he took over the work of driving into her, pistoning his hips upwards as she continued to cum, grabbing the blanket on either side of Troy into giant fistfuls. He could feel her nipples, tiny little pinpricks, drag across his chest. He was just barely able to keep from cumming himself, probably wouldn’t have been able to if the latex sheathing him hadn’t stolen away so much of the sensation of Britta’s orgasm.
It was building in a way that was starting to feel unstoppable, though, especially as Britta began to move to meet his thrusts again. He shut his eyes tight, trying to hold on for as long as he could.
Think about baseball statistics, Troy, he thought to himself. Wait, I don’t know any baseball statistics. Think about the movie Money Ball, Troy. Man, who would have thought a two and a half hour movie of Jonah Hill talking about Excel spreadsheets would have been so boring…
Britta’s hand touched his cheek, and his eyes fluttered open. Her face was close to his, and she was looking at him with concern.
“Hey…” she said softly, slowing the movement of her hips. She must have noticed that his attention was divided, but her eyes were kind, and understanding. “It’s okay. We can slow down. Here” -she pulled at his side, and they rolled slowly together so that he was on top- “set your own pace. “ She grabbed her purse, which was now right next to her head, searching inside it for something.
Troy breathed deeply, closing his eyes again. He moved, slightly, within her, slowly regaining a measure of their earlier speed. Britta’s hands came around his waist to massage his ass, making the churning in his core spike again. Her index finger, cold and wet with lubricant as it teased at his opening, was an unasked question.
“Do it,” he said, opening his eyes again and staring into Britta’s. She grinned like the Cheshire cat as he felt her finger slip inside him. There was a sudden, intensely pleasurable pressure that started at the base of his penis and spread like fire down his entire length as it jumped inside of Britta, spraying its bounty into the inside of his condom all at once. He grunted loudly as his vision went blurry around the edges. Britta was watching his face with utter fascination, just like she always did.
“You’re so pretty when you come for me,” she whispered. He rolled off of her and onto his side, panting heavily, trying to pull as much air into his burning lungs as he could. And yet he felt relaxed, content despite the physical exhaustion pumping through him.
He watched, lazily, as Britta pulled a moist towelette out of her purse and gave her finger a thorough cleaning. She looked at him, reaching down and peeling the condom off his rapidly deflating member.
“Do…” -his voice was still weak- “do we have to keep using those?” he asked. “I hate them so much. They keep me from feeling you the way I want to feel you.”
Britta looked at him sympathetically. “I know, baby, I hate them too. But I’d hate to get pregnant even more.” She cupped his cheek. “And I can’t afford the pill. I mean, I’m barely making rent a lot of the time.”
“Oh…” Troy said.
“If only there were somewhere else warm and wet we could put my Little Buddy…” she said, pursing her lips in mock concentration. “And it seems like such a waste too, y’know, to leave all that yummy cum smeared all over him…”
Troy felt his dick start to stiffen again. Britta grabbed it, pumping it back to its full hardness as she leaned in to whisper into his ear.
“Maybe I could put him in my mouth?” she asked, her lips tickling him. “Does that sound good? Do you want me to suck your cock?”
Troy moaned, and nodded fervently. She grinned again.
“You have to do something for me, though.” She stopped masturbating him.
“Anything,” he answered hoarsely, as he bucked up into her still hand.
“Use that tongue of yours for the other thing it’s good at,” Britta said as she started to kiss slowly down his neck. “I want you to talk to me.”
“About… what?” he asked hesitantly.
“Last night you said you touched yourself thinking about me, while you were lonely.” She looked up into his eyes as she kissed his chest.
“Yeah?” He’d felt kind of embarrassed after he’d let that slip, in the passion of the moment.
“Tell me more about that.” She’d reached his crotch, and leaned in to kiss him on his tip. The softness of her lips on his glans made him twitch.
“Okay…” he said, still a bit hesitant. He reached down and ran a hand through Britta’s hair as she started to run her tongue down his length. It was pink, and wet and warm, and he wanted to feel it slide against him as he came. “I’d mostly think about us… about us in the study room…”
He felt heat rush into his face. He didn’t consider himself a modest person, really, but sharing this still felt extremely personal. It really, really seemed like it was getting her off, though, so who was he to judge? Even if it did feel embarrassing… and actually really, kind of exciting. Britta blew lightly down the line of saliva she’d left on his penis, and the coolness of it made him moan. She looked up at him as she stroked him again.
“What was I wearing?” she asked. He looked up at the ceiling, recalling the myriad of memories from that summer, trying to find some common threads.
“That- that one low cut black number with the red stripes, the one that makes your tits look ammmmhhrm-“ his voice degenerated into a low, plaintive moan as she took him into her mouth, her tongue running down the underside of his cock.
“We’d- all be done studying. You make some la-lame excuse to stay behind after everyone leaves. And it’s just us. Alone.” He hears Britta moan, can feel the vibrations of it massage his cock, and he looks down to see her masturbating between his legs as her head bobs up and down on him. The words come quicker, easier to him now.
“You do that thing you do, where you put your knee in between mine, press it into my dick. And you feel how hard it is. For you. And then I grab you, lift you up in my arms and pull you onto the table.” Britta’s tongue danced nimbly across him, stroking along the most sensitive parts of his cock. Her mouth was so warm. And she looked so beautiful there, getting them both off. He was building again, losing himself as his insides churned. “And I tear off your clothes and then I’m fucking you. On the table, right where he did, so that when you look at it you think about me instead of him. About how I make you feel. And you’re screaming, screaming my name so loud that you have to bite down on my shoulder to keep the entire school from hearing you. From knowing what we’re doing. Oh god, Britta, I’m about to-“
He looked down at her, and her eyes were fierce, possessive, and full of arousal. He kept eye-contact as he spurted inside her throat, watching as she swallowed, milking his cock as she continued to play with herself. She released him from her mouth and he leapt on her, pushing her back onto the bed as he added his hand to her own, pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy as she played with her clitoris.
“Come for me,” he whispered in her ear. “Just one more time. Come for me, Britta. Please.” His mouth attacked the nape of her neck, sucking at it so hard that he left a red mark there.
She gave a shuddering cry as she tightened and pulsed around his fingers. He held her close, breathing deeply as they lay together, a mess of hot, sweaty limbs and bodies. She ran a hand down his back.
“Well…” he said after a while. “I’m definitely going to hold onto that jumpsuit.”
She laughed, tiredly. “That was amazing. I mean, I always love fucking you, but… wow.”
“Yeah,” he said, grinning briefly. “Uh, sorry if that stuff I was saying got a little… weird… towards the end. You know… about…” He didn’t want to say his name.
She kissed him gently on the check. “Don’t worry about it. It’d be weirder honestly if you weren’t at least a little jealous. And besides…” she giggled, “it was really hot.”
Troy held her a little tighter. He felt affection swell up inside his chest. He kept leaving himself exposed with her, kept opening up in ways that scared the shit out of him, and she just looked at it, at him, and kept asking for more.
“I love you,” he said suddenly. Britta’s eyes widened, her mouth opening in surprise. Shit. He winced.
“Sorry, that was way too soon wasn’t it? Especially after that thing I said last night about me not going anywhere. Crap, I really don’t want to get all cloying and possessive on you I just-”
Britta put a finger to his lips, silencing him mid-sentence.
“Troy, don’t. It’s” -she paused, her mouth opening and closing for a moment. “I… It’s just hard for me to say it. That thing you said. I’ve been burnt, a lot, by that word. But that’s my problem, not yours, you got that?” Her eyes were large, caring, as they stared into his. He nodded. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere either, Troy Barnes.”
She snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest. She felt good there, next to him like this. In this bed. Like she fit.
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