Rooftop with a View

The sound of traffic disappeared as the front door to my apartment building shut behind me. The weight of the groceries in my hands was already taking its toll, the vinyl handles nearly ripping through my fingers, but it would only get worse. I hadn't thought about logistics when I'd signed the lease and moved in back in February. Back then, my only concern was the frigid Chicago winters. Now it was late June, Chicago was a sweltering temperature I hadn't expected, and I had to walk up three flights of stairs with bags in my arms.

After contemplating the task before me, I took the first step onto the old, squeaky staircase. It was slow going, but eventually, I'd made it up to the third floor, with only one more to go. Before I started up the last flight, I heard the door open below me, the sounds of cars speeding past making their way up to me briefly before it closed again. The stairs creaked again, and I wondered which of my neighbors had just arrived home.

I didn't know the person who lived on the first floor, only that he was an older retired guy who seldom left his apartment. There was a single mom with her grade-school-age daughter on the second floor, and directly below me was Anthony, an Italian guy in his forties who looked like his only job was working out. He was always dressed in gym clothes and must have weighed twice as much as I did in muscle alone. Maybe he was a trainer.

The fourth-floor apartment was my rented domain, and above me was Veronica. Whenever I heard someone else on the stairs, I hoped it was Veronica, not that I'd ever had a real conversation with her. We were friendly enough in the halls, but I was always nervous around her because she was, to put it plainly, drop-dead gorgeous. She had dark brown hair and olive skin, with big brown eyes and a series of cute freckles that almost blended into her tan skin across her nose and cheeks. Her smile was brilliant; she had shining white teeth and curving lips that could make a man buckle at the knees.

I continued up the steps, and as I stepped onto the fourth-floor landing and set my bags down to find my key, I heard the footsteps on the flight below me. It was Veronica. I fished around in my pocket, my fingers grasping the metal of my keyring just as she stepped onto my floor.

"Hey, Max," she said. I felt butterflies in my stomach and turned towards her. Yep, just as beautiful as always. Veronica wore a fitted athletic jacket and biker shorts that came down to just above her knees, clinging to her perfect thighs. I tried not to let my eyes linger, and met hers.

"Hey, Veronica, how was your day?" I asked. Smooth, I thought to myself ironically.

"Kinda sucked, if I'm being honest," she replied, stopping to talk. We'd spoken before, but our conversations had never been longer than a few sentences.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"How long do you have? For starters, my boss was riding me all day yesterday, micromanaging everything I did because he needed my work for a presentation he has to give next week. Like, if you need me to do something, why don't you let me get it done instead of wasting half my day? And then, some asshat tripped the fire alarm in our offices and wasted even more time, so I had to go into the office for three hours this morning to finish up even though it's Saturday. Then I go to the gym after work to burn off some steam, and this guy was creeping on me the whole time. I just want to do my inclines, alright, not get ogled by a fifty-year-old divorced dad. Now I'm here, and my friends just canceled on our plans, so I have nothing to do but sit around annoyed all day," she ranted, making this the longest conversation we'd ever had, and I hadn't said ten words yet.

"That sucks. If it makes you feel any better, I also don't have plans, but that may be because I've only made a couple of friends since I moved here," I said lamely.

"You don't know anyone in the city?" she asked, looking at me with her head tilted a bit.

"Not really. I work for a small company with only a few other employees. Met a few people at a soccer beer league I signed up for, but that just started a few weeks ago."

"Huh. Why don't we hang out sometime? Then you'd have one more friend, and I've got a lot of friends, and maybe you'd make friends with them, too," she replied. I never knew she was such a talker until now.

"That would be awesome, I'd like that."

"Why not now? We both established we have no plans and we'd be bored, let's be bored together," she offered. I had to stop myself from leaping with excitement. Veronica was not only talking to me, she wanted to hang out.

"Um, yeah, I could do that," I replied.

"Cool. Let me take a quick shower and rinse off the sweat, and I'll come back down?" she asked, looking genuinely into the idea. I smiled.

"Yeah. See you in a bit," I replied. She nodded and headed up the stairs. I calmly opened my door and carried my groceries inside.

The moment my door shut, I was off to the races. Fuck, I hadn't expected company, I wasn't prepared for it at all, and now Veronica, the mysterious neighbor I'd been developing a thing for was coming over, and my place was a minor disaster.

I set the groceries down and ran into my living room, picking up some clothes and a jacket, and for some reason, one misplaced shoe. Making a mental note to not make a huge mess just because I lived alone, I ran it all to my room and came back with a vacuum to clean up the rug. In my other hand, I had a candle from the closet and I set it on the table, lighting it before stowing the lighter on my desk.

I carried on at a breakneck pace for ten minutes or so, half-completed tasks being finished haphazardly. I'd just finished loading the dishwasher when I realized I hadn't put my groceries away, and started tossing food into my pantry and refrigerator. I was nearly out of breath when the last item was sorted out, and just in time; there was a knock on the door.

The sound jerked me back into reality. I stopped and took a deep breath, then shook my head and walked over to the door. My heart nearly stopped when I opened the door to find Veronica waiting for me.

Her hair was still wet, which somehow made her look even hotter. She'd donned a tight white t-shirt and short denim shorts, and was smiling happily when I opened the door.

"Hey, Max," she said for the second time that day. Stepping aside to make room, I let her in. I noticed she'd come down barefoot, and I almost short-circuited when I realized she wasn't wearing a bra; I could see the faint shape of her nipples through the thin material of the shirt, capping off her ample breasts. I immediately looked away, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Come on in. Can I get you anything?" I asked.

"I'm good for now," she said and found her way over to my couch. I would have offered her a spot, but it was interesting to watch her confidence in making herself at home in my apartment. "So, where are you from, Max?" she asked as she sat down.

"I grew up in the suburbs of Atlanta," I replied as I moved to sit on the other end of the couch. "Went to college in Boston, worked in San Francisco for a while, and now I'm here," I replied. "What about you?" It wasn't the most interesting question, but we had to start somewhere, right?

"I'm from Florida, grew up in Orlando. My family is still there, but I moved north for work. They think I'm crazy for living in a place where being outside is painful for so much of the year. My sister Bianca sends me memes making fun of it constantly," she said with a smile.

"What do you do for work?" I asked.

"I'm a financial analyst. I know, boring as fuck," she said with another grin. I couldn't help but stare for a moment; she looked so pretty, but I snapped out of it. "I'm a forecaster for a consulting firm. Pays well but kinda sucks sometimes."

"Could be worse. I'm in software sales," I said. "Pays well as long as I make quotas, and sucks most of the time either way."

"Ok, Ok, doesn't have to be a competition, both our jobs suck," she laughed. "So what do you do for fun, neighbor?" she asked.

"Well, that soccer league is a couple of nights a week. Otherwise, not much around here yet. Video games, movies, and books, I guess," I said.

"Oh, what games?" she asked. I raised my eyebrow.

"I have a PC that I built and a Switch, and a lot of games. A lot of Fortnite lately, it's not my favorite game, but my friends play, so it helps me keep in touch since I keep moving around the country," I said. She nodded.

"My sister Zoey plays, believe it or not, she's making a decent living as a streamer back home. I was never that good at shooters. Did you play Tears of the Kingdom on your Switch?" she asked. I nodded enthusiastically. I couldn't believe she was a gamer and that we might have something in common.

"Of course. I grew up with Zelda," I replied.

"Me too, can I show you something?" she asked, and I nodded. Then, before I could even register what was happening, she'd pulled her shirt up to reveal her flat, toned stomach. I was so surprised and also entranced by the expanse of soft skin she was showing off that I almost didn't notice the reason she'd pulled her shirt up. On her rib cage, just below her breast on her right side, she had a small Triforce tattoo, three triangles stacked together to make a larger triangle. The bottom left triangle of the three was brightly colored. I tried to focus on the tattoo and not the soft swell of underboob she was currently flashing in my direction.

"My sisters and I each have one of the pieces," she explained, watching for a response.

"That's the coolest idea for a matching tattoo," I said, and she grinned at me.

"I know! My sisters and I were all huge nerds growing up; we got bullied and everything. Then we hit puberty, and one after another, we got hot, if that's alright for me to say about myself, and suddenly no one cared that we liked nerdy stuff. Hell, Zoey makes a living because she's a hot nerd. People suck," she added, "but what are you going to do?"

"Well, I was a nerd who didn't get hot after puberty, so at least you had that," I joked.

"Eh, you're pretty hot now, so I don't know if I believe you," she teased. I didn't know if we were going to be acquaintances, friends, or more, but I knew I'd be riding high on that compliment for months.

"Thanks, but I don't think I'm in your league," I replied without really thinking. She smiled and, unless I was mistaken, blushed ever so slightly.

"Thanks, Max. Anyway, do you have Mario Kart on your Switch?" she asked me. I nodded. "Wanna play?"

***

About an hour later, around one in the afternoon, she was laughing as she cut me off to win yet another race. I had thought I was good, and I was holding my own, but she beat me in maybe two-thirds of the courses we picked.

"I don't know how you keep doing it," I said after she stopped celebrating, doing a little happy dance that made her body move in very interesting ways underneath her thin t-shirt.

"Superior skill and God-given talent, you can't teach this," she said, eyes twinkling. She set her controller down and leaned back on the couch, stretching a bit. Veronica's body was practically begging my eyes to roam, the way her chest thrust forward, her abs tightened, and her hips flexed. She was unbelievably hot, and I had to use every ounce of willpower I possessed to look away or risk pitching a tent.

"So, Veronica," I started to ask, casting about for conversation, but she cut me off.

"Nica," she said, continuing to twist enticingly.

"Nica?" I confirmed.

"Yeah, that's what my friends call me," she said, finally returning back to her normal sitting position.

"Alright, Nica, what were your plans for the rest of the day before they got canceled?"

"Well, I had a couple friends who were going to come over. We were going to lay out and tan on the roof, then go to dinner, probably end up at a bar for the evening. Jamie canceled because her cousin happened to be in town for the day, and Dani's boyfriend whisked her away for the weekend. Dani was my roommate, she moved in with her boyfriend in February, he's some hotshot lawyer downtown. When she left, I decided to just keep the place to myself. Anyway, Jamie was supposed to bring some wine and it was going to be a pretty chill afternoon," said Nica, going on a random tangent that I was starting to get used to.

"Well, I don't have wine, but I have a six-pack of beer in the fridge," I offered. Nica looked thoughtful, and I saw her eyes flit across me. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what her expression meant.

"You been up to the roof yet?" she asked. I shook my head.

"It's been cold until recently," I reminded her.

"Would you want to hang out up there? I could use a bit more of a tan; that's why I'd planned on being up there. We could have a few beers in the sun, enjoy the nice weather?" she asked. Her tone was almost... nervous?

"Yeah, that sounds good," I said. I would have said yes to anything she asked if I were being truthful with myself.

"Do you have a swimsuit or shorts to throw on?" she asked. I nodded. "Cool, grab the beer and meet me up there?"

"Yeah, I'll see you in a few," I replied. Without any other discussion, Nica got up and walked out of my apartment. My eyes followed her tan legs flexing as she walked. As she got to the door, she turned back and looked at me with an unreadable expression before smiling and letting the door close behind her. I let out a nervous breath that I realized I might have been holding the entire time she was in my apartment.

After throwing on a t-shirt and a pair of swim shorts, I opened my fridge and slid out the six-pack of a local beer I'd brought home, from a place called Half Acre that my coworker had recommended to me. Belatedly, it occurred to me that if she wanted me in a swimsuit, she would likely be in one as well, and the nervousness returned. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I wasn't cool enough to hang out with girls as pretty as Nica; of that, I was fairly certain.

I quickly climbed the stairs, passing Nica's apartment and continuing up the smaller staircase that looked like it went to an attic. Truth be told, I wasn't even aware the building had an accessible rooftop until now; nobody had mentioned it when I signed the lease. Stepping onto the landing at the top, I shoved the door open. It swung open roughly, like it hadn't been used in a while.

I figured out immediately why it hadn't been advertised -- this rooftop wasn't a trendy selling point with fake turf and string lights like a lot of buildings were adding. It was a plain rooftop, half covered in gravel, and the other half in panels of some kind of roofing material. A handful of cheap pool chairs had been laid out on the flat panels. I set the six-pack down on one of the chairs and walked to the edge, looking into the distance over the city towards the skyscrapers downtown. The Sears Tower (I'd gotten berated more than once for calling it Willis by Chicago natives) glinted in the afternoon sunlight. This city did have a gorgeous skyline.

I heard the door scrape open behind me and turned around. My mouth almost dropped open like a cartoon character when I saw Nica -- she was wearing a tiny yellow bikini, the kind you would see on an Instagram model. Her chest wasn't huge, but certainly filled out the top. Her stomach was flat, with just a hint of muscle visible, and her hips flared out below her waist. The bottom she had chosen was small and left very little to the imagination; I wasn't totally sure, but it seemed a safe bet to me that it was a thong.

"Hey," was all I could think to say. My brain seemed to have short-circuited and was still going through the reboot process. Nica's smile seemed to widen a bit, and she walked right past me toward the chairs. I turned in time to see her spreading a towel on her chair, and I was proven correct; her suit was a thong, and her bubble butt jiggled slightly as she moved. Fuck, I thought -- I am not capable of being cool around this woman.

"So, what do you think of the view?" she asked, and I was confused. Did she catch me staring at her ass?

"What was that?" I asked, buying time.

"The view," she repeated, gesturing towards downtown and the lake off to the east of us. She had a hint of a smirk on her face, and I wasn't sure if she was teasing me or not.

"Oh, yeah, it's great. Are we supposed to be up here, though?" I asked.

"I doubt it," she said, uncaring, "but they haven't locked the door in the three years I've lived here. We put these chairs up here two years ago, and no one has said anything. Plus, I've never seen anybody else up here, so it's basically mine," she added with a disarming smile. "Take a seat," she said, gesturing to the chair next to hers. I retrieved the beer I'd set down and lowered it to the floor between our chairs before offering her one. Condensation dripped down the cold bottle in the afternoon heat.

"Thanks," she said, using the opener I offered to her to pop the cap off. Nica took a pull of the cold liquid. My only thought was that she could have been in a commercial. The muscles on her neck moved as she swallowed -- throw that in slow motion and you could sell your entire stock overnight, I mused. I probably shouldn't stare so much, I reminded myself. I pulled out a beer for myself and noticed Nica looking at me enigmatically again.

"It's nice up here. I'm glad you discovered it," I said, offering my bottle for a toast. She smiled and clinked hers on mine before taking another sip. We sat quietly in the sun for a moment.

"You know, Max, you'd tan better without your shirt. Might make you more popular with the ladies, if that interests you," she said, watching me for a reaction. I nodded and made to pull my shirt over my head, before realizing that the way she said that was a little odd. Was she asking if I was gay? I didn't think I gave off that vibe.

"I'll give it a go. Haven't had much luck since I got here -- I had a girlfriend in San Francisco, but it hadn't been serious, and we split when I took this job," I explained. She nodded, looking satisfied. Wait -- what if she was asking if I was single?

"Yeah, I get that. Haven't dated much lately. After Dani met her guy the old-fashioned way, I decided to stop combing through trash on the apps for a while," she joked. "Here's some sunscreen, by the way," she added, offering me a bottle. "I put some on before I came up, but I didn't know if you'd have any," she explained.

"Thanks," I said, taking it and starting to apply it. We sat and talked, enjoying the sunshine. She did most of the talking, but it was nice.

"So, Max," she started after a while of small talk, "can I ask you a question?" I nodded, unsure of where this was going. "You seem shy. Is that around everyone, or just me?" Shit, I thought.

"Um, I'm not exactly the most outgoing person, but part of it is probably you," I admitted.

"Why?" she asked, eyes piercing through me.

"Well, I don't know," I replied, although I absolutely did know, "Just meeting a new friend for the first time, maybe," I lied. It's not like I could just declare that it was because she was gorgeous and lying nearly naked on the chair next to me.

"That's cool. It's cute. I can't believe it took us this long to hang out," she observed.

"Yeah, me either," I said.

"Why, you wanted to hang out with me before today?" she asked. I was pretty sure she was toying with me now.

"I mean, yeah. I'm sorry, I get intimidated by pretty girls sometimes, alright?" I blurted out. Nica smiled -- and was that a hint of a blush?

"Well, I'm sorry for intimidating you," she said, although she didn't seem very sorry about it -- she looked amused. "This bikini probably isn't helping, is it?" she asked.

"Probably not. I'm sorry, I don't want you to think I'm some sort of creep," I explained. She smiled softly.

"Calm down, Max. I know what I look like in this; it's almost ridiculous how small it is. I won't begrudge you the occasional glance," she teased. "My sister told me about the brand. One of her friends is a model for this company. I decided to try one out for this summer; I've never actually worn it before, it just got delivered yesterday," she declared. My mind was racing. Was I supposed to comment on her tiny swimsuit? Why was talking to her feeling like walking a minefield?

"Hey, you know how you asked me if I was always this shy? Are you always this, I don't know, unshy?" I asked. She giggled.

"I guess so, yeah. I had two sisters growing up, remember, and we were always sort of loud and rambunctious. Believe it or not, I'm the quiet one," she said with a grin.

"I'll have to take your word for it," I quipped in a moment of confidence. Nica laughed.

"You should keep inching out of your shell, I kind of like it," she said teasingly.

I did a little bit -- the beer helped. As we got into our second drinks, Nica looked over at me. She looked like she was evaluating me for something.

"Max, would it be cool if I lost my top?" she asked. I short-circuited again.

"Um, if you want, I guess so, yeah," I stammered. She watched me for a second, then turned and pulled her top up and over her head. Her full breasts sat proudly on her chest, capped by perfect little nipples.

"Thanks. Trying not to get tan lines this early in the season," she explained. I desperately willed my eyes to point anywhere else.

"Do you usually tan topless up here?" I asked.

"Are you asking if my friends and I would have?" she smirked. "Because yes, we usually do," she giggled. "We're the tallest building for like a half-mile in any direction. Why not? I guess it's technically possible someone with a telescope could see us from one of the taller buildings south of here, but what are the odds of that? Anyway, I grew up going to Miami Beach every summer. We had an aunt with a condo there. My sisters and I pretty much all stopped wearing tops at 18 when my parents said we were adults and they couldn't stop us anymore. It's pretty common down there. We sometimes just went out naked in our house's pool, if our parents were gone. Honestly, if you were alright with it, I'd tan naked right now," she shrugged, but her gaze didn't seem very shrug-like. She seemed to be watching me for a response.

"I mean... Um, look, I just don't want to make you uncomfortable, I don't have many friends here yet, I mentioned, and I don't want you to decide I'm a creep and avoid me," I said.

"Max, I decided I was cool with you before we came up here. You seem like a good guy. If my nudity doesn't make you uncomfortable, I'm good with it," she said, watching me.

"Um... you're really beautiful, so as long as you won't get bothered if you see me looking, I won't stop you." She smiled, flashing me her perfect teeth.

"Thanks," she said. "For the compliment, and not being judgy."

"Judgy?" I asked. She rolled her eyes as she pulled her knees up to her chest, then slid the bottoms down her legs.

"Yeah, Max. A lot of people have hangups about nudity. I'm not a full-blown nudist, I wear clothes most of the time, even at home, but I've never been very concerned about covering up if I don't feel like it, especially in the sun," she explained. My eyes quickly scanned her body as she lay out, looking like a sun goddess with the midday glow on her tan skin. I could feel my body reacting and willed myself not to get hard.

"That makes sense," I replied, nodding in understanding. I took a pull from my bottle, trying to get used to being in the presence of a beautiful naked woman -- one I'd been harboring a crush on for months.

"You ever try it?" she asked nonchalantly, she asked as she flipped onto her stomach. Her fit back drew my eyes in before leading them to the soft swell of her naked ass. Her tan legs stretched back as she made herself comfortable. My cock wasn't hard, mostly through sheer willpower, but it was swollen a bit.

"I haven't," I said. Internally, I was just willing myself to calm down and be cool. I was still trying to impress her, probably doubly so now that she was naked in front of me. "Too many inhibitions, I guess."

"Well, if you ever wanted to, this is the place to do it. Our private slice of paradise," she joked, gesturing at the gravel and the old brick stairway entrance. Something clicked in me just then. I did have too many inhibitions. Acknowledging that to myself, I felt weirdly zen about the whole situation -- almost like it felt so absurd that how could it get any weirder, right?

"Alright, I will," I said. Her eyes flicked to mine, like she was reevaluating me. I stood and quickly dropped my shorts. A soft breeze blew around my exposed member. I chuckled to myself and shook my head, hoping I wasn't turning red with embarrassment.

"Very nice, Max," she said with a smile and winked at me. I lay back down. "You may want the sunscreen again," she said mischievously, eyes twinkling.

"Don't you need it?" I asked.

"No, I did everywhere before I came up here. Bit of a secret for you: I fully intended on getting naked unless you weren't cool with it," she said matter-of-factly. I grinned and squirted some in my hand, then looked down, frowning.

"I won't look," Nica said, and turned her head the other way. It would have been a little awkward if she'd been watching me rub lotion on my half-mast penis, so it was nice of her to give me a moment. Gratefully, I reached down and coated my thighs, butt and genitals in sunscreen.

"Thanks," I said to let her know I was finished. She turned her head back my way.

"So, when does this soccer league you're in play?" she asked, as though we weren't lying naked next to each other. I guess that was kind of the point of nudism, right, acting normally, just without clothing?

"Wednesdays and Fridays," I said.

"Maybe I'll have to come to a game, be your cheering section," she smiled. "Are you any good?"

"I'd like that. And I'd like to think so, I played through high school and we went to state when I was a senior," I said.

"I was never athletic," Nica replied. That was a surprise, I thought. Her body was very fit, I'd have guessed she did something besides the gym. "I played softball in high school but got cut after sophomore year," she explained.

Nica and I kept talking. Ever since I'd stripped, I felt my inhibitions disappearing. I hadn't even started the third beer, so I doubted it was the alcohol. Something about being exposed seemed to make me less anxious. It seemed counterintuitive to me, but maybe it was because I had put myself out there physically, so mentally it didn't seem that big of a deal anymore.

"So, we've established you don't have any plans," Nica said after a while, turning back over to lie on her back. I allowed myself to check her out for a moment before looking away, my eyes lingering on her perfectly shaped breasts. "Want to go out for dinner later?" she asked. I thought I noticed an undercurrent of nerves in her voice again.

"I'd love that. Um... as friends, or as a date?" I asked. My heart hammered in my chest, not allowing me to believe she was interested in me.

"As a date," she said. Her eyes watched mine for a reaction.

"That sounds great," I said. She looked relieved and smiled.

"To be honest, I was hoping you'd ask me out first, but this works too," she grinned.

"You were?" I asked.

"Yeah, I've been waiting since you moved in, you're cute, and you seemed like a nice guy. Not like a 'nice guy,' just, you know, a good guy. I thought maybe inviting myself to hang out with you this afternoon would have gotten that across, or putting on that tiny swimsuit, or then removing that tiny swimsuit, but I guess not," she said, sounding relieved and amused.

"I would've asked you out the first time we met in the hall if I'd had the courage," I smiled. She grinned back.

"Well, I'm glad it happened eventually. And at least I'll get a good tan out of it," she quipped. I was suddenly very aware of our nudity again. When I glanced at her, I saw her avert her eyes from me as well.

"This just got a little awkward, didn't it?" I laughed.

"Kind of. Doesn't have to, though. If we count the first half of today as part of our date, it's going pretty well," she said. "Being naked after being a good date is pretty normal, right?"

"Usually there'd probably be at least a kiss first, I think," I replied. My mouth was dry.

"We'd better fix that," she said. Her eyes were on mine. I leaned over the gap between our chairs, and just as I got close, she lifted up and her lips met mine. She tasted of Chapstick and beer and a hint of sweat, and it was the greatest taste I'd ever known. We kissed each other with a cautious hunger, and it was clear we were both hesitant to ruin something we'd both wanted for a while.

I brought my hand up to the back of her neck, cradling her through her hair. Her tongue gently brushed my lip, and I opened my mouth to let mine meet hers. We softly dueled each other, our hesitance disappearing as we became more deeply acquainted. She smelled of sunscreen and shampoo, and it was an intoxicating combination.

Eventually, we broke apart, smiling as we caught our breath.

"See? Now the nudity is normal again," she grinned. I saw her eyes rake down my body. Her smile faded slightly, replaced with some other expression as she looked me over. I realized in that moment that while we'd been kissing, my willpower had burned out. I was rock hard, lying naked on the roof in the sun.

"Sorry," I said quickly. Nica's eyes snapped to mine in disbelief.

"Why would you be sorry? I earned that," she grinned. "I have a proposal for you," Nica said.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"Well, you know how first dates are riddled with sexual tension, both parties putting on airs and trying to impress each other to hopefully get some action out of it?" she asked.

"I guess so, yeah," I said wryly.

"Well, what if we just got that part out of the way now?" she asked, her eyes meeting mine.

"What, you mean," I started to say.

"Yeah, what if we just had sex before we go out?" Nica said, watching my face. "We're already naked, you're ready to go," she smirked. "And we've already admitted we both have wanted each other for a while. Let's just have sex, and then go have dinner. Unless you think you'll lose interest after you've had me?" she joked, eyes twinkling.

"Never. Um, yeah. Yeah, let's do that," I said back.

"Great. Let's go downstairs," she said, reaching down to gather up her things.

"Why?" I asked. I wasn't exactly sure where my confidence was coming from.

"Why, what?" she asked curiously.

"Why go back downstairs? You said yourself, no one ever comes up here," I said, a hint of challenge in my voice. Nica looked at me, an intrigued look on her face.

"Alright. So, if we were to stay up here, what would we do next?" she asked. I had never been great at flirty banter, but right now, I felt like I could do anything.

"Well, you'd lay down right where you are," I said, and she dropped her things, remaining in the lounge chair. "And I'll have to show you what I'd do," I said. I rolled off my chair and stood over her, before leaning down for another kiss. She met me enthusiastically. Her lips were soft and delicate, with a subtle strength behind them.

When we broke free, I stepped down to the end of the chair. I laid my shirt down on the roof to avoid burning my knees on the hot surface, and then knelt at the base of the chair. Using my hands, I gripped her thighs and slid her closer. Her eyes gazed at me, full of a now-unleashed desire.

Slowly, I kissed my way down her thigh, closer and closer to her sex. I maintained eye contact with her while I did. She stared back unblinking, biting her lip as I teased her. When my mouth was mere inches from her pretty pink slit, I stopped kissing and gently blew air across her. Nica breathed heavily in anticipation.

I didn't make her wait any longer, burying my tongue in her folds and brushing my lips across her. Her reaction was almost instantaneous -- she let out a breath and tilted her head back. I slowly explored her lips, sucking and nibbling and licking every inch of her sex. It wasn't long before my efforts started to pay off.

"Ohh," she gasped as my tongue flicked across her clit. She tasted clean and sweet, her arousal building in my mouth. "That's really nice," she sighed as I sucked gently on her little nub, making out with her nether lips. Her left leg moved to rest on my shoulder while she held her right leg up by the thigh just below her knee.

"Staying up here was a good idea," she told me while I pleasured her. "This is really hot." It was hot, both literally and figuratively. The sun beat down, leaving us both coated in a light sheen of sweat. I looked up at her while I licked. Her tits rose and fell with her breathing, soft and tantalizing. Her face was as gorgeous as ever, but wearing a lusty expression that I never dared to imagine I would see.

"Oh, whew," she breathed out when I upped the pressure, waggling the tip of my tongue back and forth on her clit. "You're going to make me cum soon, Max," she breathed.

"That's the idea," I said, taking my mouth off of her just long enough to speak before diving back in. I slid a finger along her inner thigh and met my lower lip on her slit. My fingertip swiped up and down, coating itself in her moisture before gently probing her entrance. She gasped when I slid in up to the second knuckle, stopping for a moment before pushing the rest in. By now, she was as wet as possible and offered minimal resistance to my invading digit.

"Oh, oh," she moaned softly. I crooked my finger and stroked her upper wall, rubbing against her most sensitive area, and she groaned loudly. I didn't stop my oral attentions, focusing my efforts on her clit, driving her ever closer.

"Please don't stop," Nica gasped. I didn't need the encouragement, but it was nice, and I obliged, maintaining the pressure. I sucked on the upper half of her lips and swiped my tongue across her clit rapidly within my mouth, and without any additional warning, Nica exploded in bliss.

I felt her grind her hips into my face while she bucked in pleasure. The only sound was a chorus of "oh's" and "mm's" while she rode her orgasm to its eventual completion. I waited for her to come down, gently kissing the soft skin around her pussy lips to avoid making her oversensitive.

"Can I be honest with you, Max?" Nica asked breathily after a minute.

"Of course," I replied, still kissing her between her thighs.

"If I'd known you could eat it like that, I wouldn't have waited so long to get naked in front of you," she said, deadpan. I laughed, and she grinned happily. "Switch with me, let me get you ready," Nica said. I nodded and stood, taking her place as she knelt on my shirt. My cock stood proudly -- I was very obviously ready, but if she wanted to return the favor for a bit first, I certainly wasn't going to argue. I wasn't anything out of the ordinary in the length department, but I was a little thicker than average; judging by the look on Nica's face, she was satisfied with what I had to offer.

"You have a pretty cock, Max," she cooed softly. I grinned.

"Pretty?" I asked.

"Yeah, pretty," she said. "I don't know if you know this, but most cocks aren't that great to look at," she added with a grin. "I like this one," she reiterated as her soft hand wrapped around the base and brought the head up to her waiting lips.

I entered heaven when Nica first kissed my cockhead. She was slow and deliberate, not taking me into her mouth at all, just kissing up and down my shaft. At first, the kisses were gentle pecks, but they quickly morphed into little moments of suction as her lips moistened my skin and then kissed me deeply. She turned her head sideways and just made out gently with the sensitive spot underneath the head, driving me crazy without even once sucking on my cock as a whole. It was unique and extremely pleasurable.

When she finally did take me in, only an inch or so past her lips, I groaned loudly with need. I felt her lips form a smile around me, pleased with her results, and keep sucking, gently bobbing on me.

"I have condoms downstairs," I said between breaths when I knew I'd have to back her off soon or blow early.

"No need, I've got an implant," she said. "You get to put it in raw, you lucky boy," she smirked while using her hand to stroke me. My cock twitched at her words.

"How do you want it?" I asked, making it clear that I couldn't handle any more teasing from her mouth if she wanted me to last.

"Come here," she said, rising to her feet and offering her hand. I got up and took it, and she led me to the shade next to the stairway entrance. "There's not a lot of comfortable ways to do this up here, but I'm loving having sex out in the open air, so we'll make do." She put her hands on the brick wall of the stairway entrance, and bent down a bit, arching her back and sticking her butt out.

Nica turned her head towards mine and wiggled her cute bubble butt. I took up position behind her and she moved to line me up with her slit. When I was in position, I pushed forward. She groaned as I pressed inside her for the first time.

"Oh, that's so thick, I love it," she groaned. I slowly fed every inch into her. When she had almost all of it and my abs were up against her cheeks, she rolled her hips and pushed back to take me down to the base, moaning as she did. Then she twisted her head back, taking her left hand off the wall to rotate her body as much as she could. "Kiss me," she demanded.

I leaned forward, my right hand on her hip and my left sliding up her side to come to rest on her soft, pillowy breast. My lips found hers, and we met in another sexy kiss while I remained buried inside her. Tentatively, as though unsure it would work, Nica began to gyrate her hips, massaging my cock with her walls as she moved. She gasped into my mouth, then pulled away from our kiss and moaned wantonly.

"Fuck me," she said breathily, and I drew back before sliding back home. I repeated my motion, getting into a rhythm. Her walls teased and tormented my cock, pleasure shooting like lightning through my body.

I pumped gently into her. Her tight, wet tunnel felt like heaven. No matter how much I tried to distract myself, my need kept building. I worked hard to maintain a steady pace, but my body demanded more.

"Um, fuck, Nica, I hate to say this, but it's been a while for me, I don't know how much I can take. You feel so fucking good," I warned. She smiled over her shoulder at me.

"That's alright, I came already, remember? I wouldn't say no to another one after dinner, though," she teased.

"Doesn't that sort of defeat the purpose of this exercise?" I said, using humor to distract myself for a moment. I meant it to sound like a joke, but my teeth were gritted as I spoke, so I wasn't sure how it came off. Nica did laugh, though. Damn, she had a sexy laugh.

"Mmm, not if we're both a sure thing, I don't think," she teased. She bumped her hips back against me as if trying to coax my orgasm out. The soft slapping sound of her ass on my hips was intoxicating.

"Alright then," I grunted. Fuck, it was too much. She was too tight, too warm, too wet. My balls churned aggressively, demanding release. "How should I cum?" I asked. I knew she was on birth control, but I wanted to be sure.

"Fill my pussy, Max," she said softly, biting her lip as she continued to meet my thrusts.

"Here it comes," I groaned. My balls contracted, and I felt my first pump rip through my cock, sending my seed deep inside her. Nica smiled as she felt my load begin shooting into her.

"Yesss," she hissed gently. I buried myself to the hilt for the last few spurts and breathed heavily as I came down from my high. "Ugh, your cum feels so nice inside me, I love that feeling." I groaned as my cock twitched one more time. Nica moved forward, and I popped out of her, a little bit of our combined fluids dripping onto the roof beneath us. My chest heaved slowly.

"Y'know, Max," Nica said. "If we ordered in instead of going out, we could probably have more time in bed tonight," she said seductively.

"Sounds good to me," I said, my right hand finding her back and pulling her to me while my left found her soft breast.

"Wonderful. I need a shower. Would you care to join me?" she offered with a smile.

"I'd love nothing more," I said, and leaned down to kiss her again. The sun was lazily moving through the sky, continuing its long arc down toward the horizon. A gentle breeze floated past our naked bodies as we made out on the rooftop, all our inhibitions long forgotten.