The Building: Story 2

The girl from 4A

Mila was tired. Tired of living her whole life in the same apartment with her parents and her brother. Tired of her brother using her things, like her tablet or her laptop without asking. Tired of not having an ounce of privacy. Sometimes it was her mother snooping through her drawers, and sometimes it was her father, asking all kinds of awkward questions, trying "not so subtly" to find out if she had a boyfriend or was in a relationship.

Which made it twice as hard to maintain her relationship with Ren. Spending most of her time at college helped. She was falling in love deep and fast, and it showed. Mila had a type: quiet, geeky boys who could spend hours talking about their interests. She loved guys with a passion. They had met in a bar where she was bored out of her mind while her classmates got drunk and made out with their boyfriends. Ren had been sitting across from her, reading something on his phone. There was something about him that compelled her to stand up, sit next to him, and ask:

- What'cha reading?

The rest was history. They had been dating for two and a half months now and going strong, but they still hadn't taken "the next step." Mila was not a virgin. In previous relationships, it was simple: whenever Mila gave the "I'm ready" signal, her partner was already naked with his dick in hand so fast it would make a cheetah look slow. But this time was different. She gave signal after signal, and none registered. Or at least that's how it felt. Maybe he was too shy? Maybe he was afraid of being disrespectful? Who knows. Still, Mila was enjoying the anticipation, even when she ended up a bit... frustrated. But she knew he wasn't quite as "innocent" as he acted, since she could feel the blood rushing to his pants whenever she leaned close to him on a crowded subway.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice her brother calling her from outside her room.

- Hey, are you deaf? For God's sake, Mom and Dad are calling us into the living room!

- Okay, okay, I'm coming! Jeez, stop being so intense, she said, standing up and walking toward her bedroom door.

- C'mon. You know you loooove me, big sis, her brother said when she opened the door.

- Sadly for you, one can love something and also want to kill it at the same time, Mila replied.

The siblings arrived in the living room. Their mother was packing a coat into a carry-on while their father was locking up the liquor cabinet.

- Sit down, said the mother. Your Aunt Ilda asked us to visit her at her countryside house for the weekend. We haven't seen her in a while, so we're going. We were going to take you two along, but then I checked the academic calendar on your university's website. It says you have exams this week. Why didn't you inform us? Anyway, since you're both young adults, we thought you could handle staying here without supervision. We know you'll do the right thing and study all weekend. We're leaving some money on the counter only for emergencies, don't spend it on food, there's enough food in the freezer for you to cook or microwave.

This was new. Mila's parents had never left them alone in the apartment for a single day, let alone a whole weekend. Her brother, putting on his best "good boy" face, immediately chimed in:

- Of course! You can completely trust us. Go and enjoy your weekend.

- That's my boy! said their mother, fully convinced. Her father, on the other hand, wasn't falling for it.

- Mila, you're in charge, her father said in a serious tone that scared them both for a moment. And I mean it. Don't make us regret it.

They said their goodbyes at the door and headed out. Mila turned to look at her brother, who said with a smirk:

- Okay, sis, I'm out. Taking this chance to go to a party with my friends. See ya tomorrow! You should have fun too, maybe call your buddy who texted you an hour ago while you were spacing out in your room.

- Stop using my tablet! But yeah, leave, just be careful at your party, she said while smiling.

In her mind, she was already drafting her message to Ren. She went to her room, grabbed her phone, and typed: "Hey there, cutie. Want to come over to my place to study? I'm sure we can both benefit from it ;)" She intentionally left out the detail about having the apartment all to herself, thinking it would be a fun surprise.

Her brother suddenly barged into her room, saying:

- Oh, and... use protection! he said while tossing a condom at her.

In response, she threw one of her plushies at him, shouting:

- Leave now in one piece, or you're leaving in a body bag!

Thirty minutes had passed since he replied, "Sure, I'm on my way." Her brother had already left, and she was spacing out again, remembering last Tuesday when they went to the movies. It was a sci-fi film about a guy riding a giant worm through a desert. Afterward, when they grabbed a bite to eat, Ren started talking about the author of the books the movie was based on. He was so passionate, his eyes shining bright, like a kid eating his first piece of candy. He had such cute eyes. She could already feel herself getting slightly wet from reminiscing, so she decided to change out of her casual "I'm in my jammies" clothes into something more fitting for the occasion. It was time to act like a panther: sneaky, but lethal.

The doorbell rang. She buzzed him into the building and sent a text telling him to take the elevator to the fourth floor and to head left at the end of the hallway. When Ren arrived, she opened the door and froze in place. She was wearing a V-neck denim dress that highlighted her slim figure perfectly while showing a good display of cleavage. She wanted to "go hunting" today, but without "scaring the prey away".

- Hi there! Come on in! she said brightly. Want something to drink? By the way... we're alone.

- Some water would be fine, thanks, he said, stepping into the apartment.

She turned her back to him, a sly smirk on her face.

- Are you sure you don't want something stronger? Maybe I can interest you in a glass of whiskey? she asked, pulling out her keys and unlocking the liquor cabinet. She had held a duplicate copy of her father's keys for a long time now.

- Oh... in that case, maybe something lighter, like a glass of wine. So, what do you want to study first?

In her mind, Mila facepalmed. She hadn't expected him to immediately jump to sex, but she thought he'd at least realize they weren't actually going to study.

- Oh yeah, let's start with statistics, and then we'll see where things go, she said, handing him a glass of wine. She noticed his hand trembled slightly as he took the glass and took it as a good sign.

- C'mon, follow me. We'll study in my room, she said, taking his hand.

In her bedroom, she felt powerful, completely in her element like a panther in the jungle. She was the kind of girl who knew what she liked and how she liked it, and being in her room with a guy for the first time in her life gave her an extra boost of confidence.

- Sit right here, on my bed while I grab my notebook and calculator.

After saying this, she walked to the other side of the room where her backpack was resting. She proceeded to bent down, intentionally letting the hem of her dress ride up so her black cheeky briefs were clearly visible to Ren. She was very proud of her long legs, so she took her sweet time.

When she stood up and turned around, she couldn't help noticing that Ren's face was as red as a tomato.

- Jackpot. He's such a sweet guy. She thought while she kicked off her shoes, hopped onto the bed, and lay down beside him. As he turned toward her, she took the opportunity to seductively bend one knee, crossing the other leg over it.

- So... what do you want to do now?

- Um... I... I think I... I want to... What was I going to say? Oh yeah, let's move to the desk so we can work comfortably, he said nervously while trying his best not to stare directly at her legs.

He stood up and tried to walk toward Mila's desk, but Mila was having none of it. The panther was ready to pounce. In one swift motion, she pulled him back onto the bed, climbed on top of him, and began kissing him passionately.

Ren's face was red and his trembling body showed a mix of shock and excitement, which Mila thought was adorable. But she was done with sweet. She wanted to crank up the notch one level up. She started using her tongue, feeling his heart start to race. Time for the panther's next move. She began kissing his neck, then pulled his shirt collar aside to lightly bite his shoulder. He let out a soft moan, which instantly turned her on even more. She felt her briefs getting damp.

But something was missing. She noticed his hands were stiff while holding her hips, as if he wanted to slide them down, but was slamming on the brakes instead. Curious, she paused and sat back on his lap.

- Are you okay? Are you comfortable? she asked.

- Ye... yeah, I'm fine, it's just that... And he mumbled something under his breath, making it impossible to hear.

- Sorry, what was that? she asked, puzzled.

- Um... how do I say this... I've never done this before, he confessed, covering his eyes with one hand.

The full picture instantly clicked for Mila.

- So... you're a virgin? she asked softly.

- Yes, I am, he admitted, trying to hide his red face behind a pillow.

Mila smiled and said:

- It's okay, don't worry about it! And you really don't have to feel ashamed. Who cares? Listen, I'm sorry if I was being a bit pushy, and sorry for not noticing it sooner. I honestly just thought you were a little shy. But it's totally fine, we can take it slow if you want.

She made a move to climb off him, but suddenly, he reached out and took her arm.

- No... I don't want to stop, he said, shaking nervously. It's just that... I don't know if I can... or if I should.

Mila was genuinely intrigued.

- Let me try to understand. Answer this questions will ya? You don't know if you can? If you should? Or if you want to? she asked. The panther was assessing her prey. Walk me through your thinking.

A few seconds passed before he answered:

- I honestly don't know if I can, I guess that part depends on you more than me. As for "should," I guess society would say I need to figure that out. And as for "want"... well... of course I want to.

The panther drew closer. Mila wrapped her hands around his. He was still shaking, but less than before.

- Well, let me give you my answers to the same questions, she whispered. As for "should," nobody will force you, nor should they. At least I wont. For the "can" part... yes, you definitely can. I see nothing wrong with it, she added, winking at him. And finally, for "want"... I want you to do it.

She took his hand and brought it close to her chest.

- But only if you want to and if you feel ready.

His expression clearly showed how desperately he wanted to touch her. Suddenly, he reached for her breast. She felt a wave of pride and surprise as, within seconds, he reached beneath her V-neck to cup her breast under her dress. His touch was firm yet remarkably gentle. She felt completely comfortable, ready to take things further, though she made a conscious effort not to push him too much, to go slow for his sake.

- Let's try something, she said, guiding his other hand to her dress strap. Do you want to try undressing me? You can go as fast or as slow as you like.

He took the strap and gently slid it down her shoulder. She loved the feel of his fingers brushing against her skin. He then reached her back in order to unzip her dress, leaving her sitting in her black bra, the one she always considered her "lucky" bra.

- Do you like what you see? she asked, cupping her own breast.

Ren nodded, speechless.

- Let's see if you like this even more, Mila said.

She unhooked her bra, revealing her big, perky breasts, then took his hands and guided them to hold her. She knew the effect her body, and specially her breast had on men, being a slim girl with a big set of knockers. She was trying her best to keep a slow pace, but the panther was hungry.

Without any prompting, he began gently stroking her nipples. The unexpected touch sent a jolt of pleasure straight through her. She noticed him biting his lip and smiled. The panther was ready for its next move.

- So... do you want to kiss them? she asked with a devilish look.

He nodded, a sudden grin breaking across his face as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled her close. He leaned in, starting with soft kisses, but quickly began using his tongue in ways Mila never expected from a beginner. The surprise was so intense that her head started to spin with lust. She buried her hands in his hair. The panther was chasing it's prey.

- Yes... yes, now bite me, she moaned.

Ren's eyes made contact with hers. The innocent expression was gone, replaced by a raw, long-repressed desire breaking out of its cage. He complied, first gently biting her areola and then biting harder when he reached the nipple. Mila felt a sudden rush of heat between her legs, with her juices running through her thighs. Meanwhile, Ren's right hand slipped down, gently caressing the inside of her thigh as if asking for permission to go further.

She tugged his hair, pulling his face close to hers. The panther was going in for the kill. She reached down, guided his hand under her dress, and whispered against his ear:

- Do you want to touch me?

She licked his earlobe, making his breath hitch sharply as he let out a breathless, barely audible, "Yes... I can't wait anymore."

In a matter of seconds, he pushed her back onto the bed, slid her briefs down her legs, threw them away and began touching her pussy lips. Mila was ecstatic.

- My oh my!!! I guess someone isn't as shy as I thought. In fact, you were way more curious than I expected! You really had it in you, huh? I hope you're having fu...-

She was cut off by a gasp as his fingers slid inside her throbbing hole while using his thumb to stimulate her clit. At the same time, he leaned down and began biting her neck. All she could manage were soft, gasping moans that grew louder with every stroke inside her. Suddenly, he was the one in control.

But the panther wasn't about to give up yet. Mila gathered her strength, unbuckled his pants, and pulled them down to his thighs along with his boxers. She reached out, grasping his shaft with one hand and cupping his testicles with the other. She meant to surprise him, but both ended up stunned: he from the sudden, expert touch of her hand, and she from the sheer size of his bulge. The panther was ready to feast.

They fell into a shared rhythm, moaning together, breathing in each other's warm air. Mila felt him growing closer to the edge, but she wasn't done yet. She paused, gave him a deep, lingering kiss, and pushed him onto his back. His confused expression was hilarious. She fought the urge to laugh as she stepped off the bed and shed the rest of her clothes.

- I advise you to take off the rest of your clothes too, and please, close your eyes for a minute. She instructed, searching her drawer for her brother's "gift."

- Su... sure, he agreed, pulling his shirt over his head.

She waited for him to lie back down and close his eyes before returning to the bed. Tearing open the condom wrapper, first she gave his penis a kiss in the tip, then she used her mouth to roll it smoothly down his shaft while using her hand to tease his testicles. He gripped the bedsheets into tight fists, trembling with pleasure.

- Don't open them yet, she whispered, straddling his lap.

And finally, the panther caught its prey. She lowered herself, inserting his big member slowly in her vagina. She was so wet that there was zero resistance, and a wave of pure sensation washed over her as he filled her completely. In previous relationships, she had enjoyed herself, but none had ever made her feel this consumed by lust. This boy was different.

- Can I open my eyes now? he asked, breathing heavily.

- Yes, my dear, she murmured, fighting to keep her composure as the intense feeling of him inside her sent tremors through her body with every minimal movement.

- Can I say something? You... you are gorgeous. Thank you for being patient with me, and thank you for inviting me over, he said, his eyes reflecting that sweet innocence once again.

Mila smiled softly while thinking: My sweet guy

- Of course, Ren. I hope I wasn't too pushy... She leaned down close to his ear and added:

- But you turned me on so much that you're going to have to pay.

Without warning, she began riding him, bouncing her hips in a fast, fierce rhythm. With every stroke, she felt him grow even harder inside her, the pulse of his veins driving her wild. He was panting heavily, letting out breathless groans. Then, reaching up with both hands, he squeezed her butt cheeks firmly, matching the rhythm of her movements. Mila had always been proud of her curves and loved when a partner gave her butt as much attention as her chest. Her mind went blank with pleasure, but she wanted to go all the way this time.

Her gasps turned into soft cries of pleasure, prompting him to groan louder. As she felt his member swelling inside her, she knew he was close, and so was she. They hit a shattering, simultaneous climax that left her squirting across his pelvis. His pubes were now full of her lusty drool. Overcome with euphoria, she collapsed onto his chest, and they both drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted.

Saturday morning arrived, and they were both sound asleep until loud and fast banging rattled her bedroom door.

- MILA! WAKE THE FUCK UP! OUR PARENTS ARE COMING BACK! her brother yelled through the wood.

- Wh... WHAT?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER?! Mila gasped, bolting upright.

Ren was still dazed from waking up so abruptly. Mila frantically gestured for him to get dressed. Her room was a complete disaster: clothes scattered everywhere, sheets soaked in sweat and passion, and an unmistakable scent hanging in the air. Ren managed to throw on his shirt and pants while she threw her dress over her head.

- I tried! Mom and Dad called me two hours ago! her brother shouted back. They said Aunt Ilda got food poisoning, so they had to cut the trip short! They said they tried calling you, but you didn't answer, so they called me to check on you! I tried calling you on my way back to the building, but again, no answer! And judging by the unlocked liquor cabinet in the living room, I think I get why!

He walked over to the hallway window and gasped.

- Um... sis? Their car just pulled up. Please tell me you're alone in there.

- No, I'm not! Please, bro, I'm begging you, help me out this time! Don't tell them anything, and help me hide my boyfriend! Mila pleaded, opening the door a crack. Ren stood right behind her, pale with fright.

- I'm... surprised, to say the least, sis. I didn't think you'd actually take my advice to heart, her brother said, peeking over her shoulder into the room. Yikes... you could've at least kept it a little cleaner.

The chime of the elevator echoed from the hallway. Mila briefly wondered if jumping from the fourth-floor window was a survivable option.

- Quick, get inside and try to tidy up what you can. I'll distract them. And Ren, nice to meet you, you seem like a good guy, but please find a hiding spot! her brother said, shoving them back into the room and snapping the door shut.

Mila told Ren to scramble under the bed while she hastily pulled a blanket over the stained sheets, kicking Ren's shoes, backpack, and the wrapper out of sight. She couldn't find her briefs or his socks anywhere.

In the living room, the front door clicked open.

- Why is your sister still sleeping? It's ten in the morning. Something's fishy, her mother's voice echoed.

Footsteps approached. The bedroom door swung open, and both her parents walked in to find Mila laying on her bed with a calculus textbook on her belly, pretending she had just woken up.

- Mila! I've told you not to sleep on top of the covers like that, one day you'll catch a cold! And why does it smell like this in here? her mother asked, stepping closer.

Her father, however, had a stern, suspicious look on his face.

- Milena, you look nervous. Why are you being so quiet? He only used her full name when he was angry.

- Uh... Daddy! Good morning! Me? Nervous? What are you talking about? Said Mila nervously while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her black briefs hanging off the lampshade near the door. Just then, her brother walked in, caught her eye signals, and spotted the underwear. With a look of utter disgust, he casually snagged the briefs off the lamp and slipped out of the room.

Her father was growing impatient.

- Milena, I'm serious. What's going on? Did you bring a boy into this house while we were gone?

His eyes caught the toe of a white sock poking out from beneath the bed blanket. Suspicious, he began walking toward it. Mila saw where he was looking, knew Ren was right beneath him, and felt sheer panic setting in.

Suddenly, a loud CRASH echoed from the kitchen, the sound of shattering glass.

Both parents spun around and rushed out of the room. Mila seized the moment, pulling Ren out from under the bed. She slipped on her shoes, grabbed his backpack and sneakers from under the desk, handed them to him, grabbed his socks from beneath the blanket, and shoved them into her pocket. They sneaked into the living room.

Her parents were in the kitchen lecturing her brother, who was apologetically holding a broken plate. Mila and her brother's eyes met; his look plainly said, "You owe me big time".

Mila slipped open the front door and pushed Ren out into the hallway. Her mother heard the door and stepped out of the kitchen.

- Where are you going? her mom asked.

- I just wanted to go for a walk, Mom. I've been cooped up studying since yesterday, and I need some fresh air, Mila lied smoothly but feeling her heart about to explode from the adrenaline.

Her mother looked skeptical, but was too distracted by her husband still scolding "her dear baby boy" being too hard on him.

- Okay, okay, just don't be long.

Ren was waiting by the elevator, having already pressed the button. As soon as the doors opened, they hurried inside.

There was already one other passenger inside, a middle-aged woman wearing a tight miniskirt, high heels, a white blouse, and her hair pinned up with a pen. The woman stared in complete shock at the sight of a barefoot young man holding his shoes and backpack, accompanied by a girl who looked like she had just seen a ghost.

- How does your brother know my name? asked Ren.

- It's... hard to explain, said Mila, with a mixture of resignation and anger in her voice.

When they reached the ground floor, Mila guided Ren into the building's laundry room so he could put his socks and shoes on in peace. As he bent down to tie his laces, she playfully snatched his phone, lifted the hem of her dress from behind, spread her legs and snapped a quick photo of her full naked crotch.

He turned around looked up, confused.

- What are you doing?

- Just leaving you a little reminder for when you get home, she said, winking as she handed the phone back. I bet it'll make you miss me, so you better call me. But don't open your gallery until you're home, okay?

She led him to the main entrance, pulled him into a deep kiss, and smiled as he stepped out onto the street.

- See you later, my sweet, sweet geeky boyfriend!