Sunlight on Skin Ch. 04

Chapter 4: Rash Decisions

"Ow." I'm pretty sure was the first thing I said as I stretched, waking up to the afternoon sun in my face.

I crawled out of bed and grabbed my dress, putting it on over my head. I briefly looked for my underwear before remembering.

"Oh yeah..." I rolled my eyes. [You're such a slut.] I smirked to myself. [Absolutely worth it though.]

I left him a note that said [Good morning! Didn't wanna wake you. Text me when you get up.] and a smiley face.

I skipped down the hall, got in my car and drove home. When I got home there was an eviction notice on my door. My key didn't work. I tried not to panic. I assumed this was some kind of mistake. I called the number but the leasing office was closed. I called my roommate, no answer. I started to cry and panic. I knocked on my neighbor's door. She was a nice older lady and she told me my roommate left with all their stuff in the middle of the night. I really started to panic.

This person who I lived with for the past 8 months got us evicted somehow? And maybe robbed me? I didn't know what to do. I knew it was such a stupid thing to call the guy I just went on one date with and hooked up with, but I didn't know what to do. My sister lived 600 miles away. My mom lived in another country. My best friend was on a humanitarian trip in Africa. My only connections to this place, this city, was my roommate, my boss, and this guy.

I called him crying. I woke him up and he was very calm and reassuring. He told me he was gonna help me figure it out. I didn't know what to say. I think I just said "thank you" 56 times. He was able to find the phone number for the parent company of the leasing agency that ran the building and through a little bit of crying and being on hold I found out that the only money that the landlord ever received was our first month, last month, and security deposit.

I had been paying my roommate through an app, and they were supposed to be paying the office. They even showed me receipts every month, but it turned out they were fake receipts. My roommate never paid rent, stole my mail, changed my phone number in the system so the office couldn't contact me, and hid from me that we were getting evicted. I always thought her boyfriend was a sketchy meth-head. I was just too naive and I trusted her.

The lady on the phone told me I wouldn't be allowed in to the apartment to get my things until Monday. I had medication in there that I needed to take. As I was crying and talking to the lady on the phone. He gave me this look, and put his finger in front of his mouth like "Shhh." Then he pulled out a knife, stuck it in the door frame where the lock was, took a step back, and kicked that knife with the heel of his boot with so much force that the door frame cracked and the door swung open.

I stood there with my mouth open in shock and ended the call.

"We gotta be really quick." he said, taking my hand and smiling. "Don't worry. It's gonna be okay." he said and kissed my hand.

I have never, in my life, been so scared, sad, confused, terrified, emotional, and so fucking turned on. I was still standing there in my little sundress, with no panties on. My make-up ruined with tears, looking so extra pathetic.

The old lady next door poked her head out of her apartment and he gave her the same "Shhh." look and she nodded and winked. "I saw nothing, dear!"

We frantically packed things. All my clothes went into garbage bags and got stuffed into the back seat of my car. My guitar, my laptop, my important papers, my medications, my art, my grandmother's rocking chair and quilt, and a few other random things quickly ended up in both of our cars. He put some tape on the door frame and closed the door. I left behind so much, but at least we got the important stuff.

We drove to his place. We left the stuff in the car. I wanted to scream. I wanted him to fuck my brains out until I couldn't remember where I was or what just happened, but instead I sat on the floor in his living room and cried. He was very reassuring.

"No one is gonna come looking for you here. You're safe. Do you have any family you can call?" he asked while making some tea and putting another one of my favorite movies on the TV.

I called my mom and sister and told them what happened and where I was. They told me they would help. My mom would help me get into a new place, and make sure the leasing office couldn't come after me. I sent her all the records of me paying my roommate and all the texts and fake receipts my roommate gave me.

My sister told me I could come live with her. I figured I had no choice. I told her about how all my stuff was in our cars. I told her I just met this man and he was helping me. She wanted to talk to him. I don't know what she said to him. Probably something like [If you hurt my little sister I will kill you slowly.] because he responded "I have two sisters, I promise she is safe." Then he gave my sister his full name, his sisters' names, his parent's names, and the address he grew up at. He told her to call them and verify. He said that this was the safest place I could be right now. The cops and the ex-roommate didn't know where I was.

It was a Saturday. I didn't have to work until Monday. We got all my stuff out of our cars and brought it inside. He told me I could stay as long as I needed to.

And then something about the whole thing just hit us and we both laughed. This was CRAZY. We went on ONE DATE.

"I know. I don't care. Life is weird sometimes. I'm not gonna leave you in that situation." he said and I just hugged him and held him. He played with my hair and said "Life is weird sometimes. It's not your fault." and I broke down and cried again.

"Let's go get some food." he said. It was already evening and neither of us had eaten anything. He ordered some Chinese food for delivery. I started digging through one of my clothes bags and he said "Oh I'll give you some privacy." and got up and I just laughed and whipped my dress up over my head and rolled my eyes at him.

"You came on my stomach not even 24 hours ago. I think we're past that." I chuckled a little and threw my dress at his face and he caught it and just stared at me. I stared back. "What?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I know you had a fucking day, but..." he didn't finish.

"No, tell me..." I pouted a bit. I knew what he was gonna say and I needed a little boost right now.

"You are fucking delicious." he said and I shivered.

"Um. If you want to... I could... I mean would really really appreciate..." I started stammering a bit.

"Appreciate it if I told you to sit down and relax while I ate your pussy?" he quickly cut me off to ask.

I just nodded with my eyes wide open. He picked me up into his arms and placed me on the couch. I sat with my legs apart and he got down on the floor, between my legs, and started to eat me out. All the stress of the day was still swirling in my head and I gripped his head and pushed his nose into my pelvic bone hard enough that he made a little noise of discomfort.

He grabbed my hips, shoving me back up on the couch, holding my legs so far apart and I laughed and started to buck my hips, fucking his mouth with my whole pussy. He was lapping it up. I pulled his hair a little and he bit my inner thigh a little. I squealed. And then there was a knock at the door. We forgot about the food.

He grumbled and got up, wiping my pussy juices off his beard and motioning for me to hide or something. I was totally naked in full view of his front door. I quickly scurried off the couch and around the corner. He got our food and closed the door.

"Okay, you can come out now." he said and I came back into the living room and just looked at him. He looked at me.

"Do you wanna eat or do you wanna be eaten?" he chuckled at his own stupid sentence.

I laughed and touched my wet pussy a little bit in front of him. "I'm so hungry, but I'm so fucking horny and frustrated at the world right now." I said as he put the food on the counter and walked up to me, putting his hand down between my legs with my own hand and rubbed his fingers across my opening. He pressed his palm into my hand and made me rub myself. He leaned down and kissed me really hard.

He reached down behind me with his other hand and gripped my butt cheek, and then with total ease he picked me up. With one hand on my butt, lifting me by my crotch and putting me back on the couch. I lifted my legs and held them behind the knee. He stuck two fingers in his own mouth, drooling spit all over them and then took those two fingers and buried them in me, curling them to find my g-spot and placed his mouth over my clit, sucking on it.

I kept my legs apart, let my feet go down to the couch, and lifted my ass off the couch, pushing it into his mouth. I curled my toes and threw my head back and moaned so deeply. I had never needed to cum so bad before. I felt like I would die if I didn't cum. But my life was spared, because he made me cum like it was effortless for him. He fingered my soaking wet pussy and slurped on my clit, pressing his whole tongue into it and moving his head from side to side. I trembled, squirmed, spasmed, and arched. It was such a release. I felt so much better about everything. I felt like it really was going to all be okay.

I snapped back to reality and looked down at the whole situation going on between my legs. He slid his finger out of me. His couch was soaked. I felt embarrassed and I made that [My bad.] face and said "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get your couch all..." he cut me off before I could finish.

"Ready for food?" He asked and I just nodded and laughed.

"Oh my god, yes please." I said.

He grabbed the food, we sat on the floor at his coffee table, watching TV, eating, and smoking weed. I was naked and he wasn't, but I was comfortable. I was safe. I was fed. I was cared for. I held his arm and leaned into him. He kissed me.

I put my hand into his pants and he unbuttoned them and pushed them down, pulling his cock out. I eagerly gave him a blow job right there sitting on the floor. He relaxed.

"Turn around?" he asked in kind of a whisper and I nodded and turned around, getting on all fours.

"This?" I asked, looking back over my shoulder and he nodded, already kneeling behind me.

"Yeah, this." he said while lining himself up with my pussy, using the tip of his cock to spread some of my wetness around a bit and then pushing gently into me.

I sighed a happy and contented sigh and so did he. I moved my hips gently. He rocked himself back and forth, fucking me slowly as the late summer sun set, casting rays across the room, and lighting it a soft orange. I stared out the big balcony window at the clouds.

Happy, chill, stoned, and full of dick. I was once again at peace with the world. It had been such a wild 24 hours.

The mood went on like that for a little while. I looked back at him and smiled. He squeezed my butt a little and smiled back, still pumping me at a nice slow steady pace.

"You're not on birth control, right?" he asked and I shook my head.

"Correct. I am not on any birth control. Were you wanting to... finish in me?" I sort of rolled my eyes and smiled.

He gave a little nod and said "But I won't..."

"Yes, please don't." I stuck my tongue out at him. "I've got enough fucking problems in the world right now, please don't add THAT to the list."

"What's the matter? Don't wanna have a baby with a total stranger the day you ended up homeless?" he said in a silly way and I laughed kind of hard. Like a deep laugh that originated in my stomach. I was a little stoned and a little high on dick at that moment and I just couldn't NOT laugh like that.

He laughed too and pulled himself out of me, cumming on my butt and still laughing. I laid my head down on my arms and lifted my ass, still laughing as he sprayed the rest of his cum right across my butt hole and used his hand to make sure none of it dripped too close to my pussy which was just a little bit gaped after a long slow fuck.

I shook and laughed, cum dripping down my butt cheeks and thighs and he kept laughing too. Just two dumb stoners, laughing and fucking as the sun set. I flipped over and sat my cum soaked butt on his hardwood floor and he held his hands out like [Um, what the fuck.] and I was still laughing.

"Towel please." I managed to ask between laughter. He got up off his knees and waddled to the kitchen with his pants around his ankles. I could deal with this. I was already laughing to hard and this was the stupidest, funniest thing I had ever seen.

A grown man, half erect, waddling with his pants around his ankles and me sitting in a puddle of his cum. I laughed so hard I peed a little bit on the floor and he tossed a kitchen towel at me.

"I saw that." he said as I wiped up my little piss puddle and the cummy mess on the floor and on my ass.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said between giggles and stood up. "I definitely didn't piss on your floor. Nope." He pulled his pants up and laughed.

"It's okay, I forgive you. You had a rough day." He smiled a goofy comforting smile.

I let out a huge sigh of relief. "And yet, somehow... it's not so bad." I smiled back. "Thank you."

"Anytime." He said, walking over and putting his hand on my lower back, hugging me against him and I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his chest.

"I think I'm gonna pass out now." I said and he scooped me up into his arms, carrying me to his bed, placing me in bed and tucking me in. I've never felt that safe before around someone I barely knew. I slept hard.