A Series: Chapter 8.

Nervously Steve follows Marissa into her home after she opens the door with her key "Well here it is" She says starting to take off her shoes and hanging her coat. Steve does the same "Here come to the kitchen I want to show you something" She says leading him into the kitchen. A small detached home with the kitchen being only separated by a counter from the other room (which was a TV room and dining room split in two) Marissa stretches up, her belly being shown from her shirt and pulls down two glass flutes. "So, I just ordered these online last Tuesday and I loveee them" She holds them up and hands one of the flutes with a tacky, basic design on them to Steve "Oh wow" He tries to sound enthusiastic (not really caring about the damn glass) "They're cute right? I got them specifically for mimosas" She laughs as she places her glass down on the counter. Marissa then walks over to the fridge and bends over as she opens it looking for champagne and orange juice (on the bottom shelf?). Steve holding his glass is starring at her ass, mouth open and his grip on the flute tightens. She grabs the items and closes the fridge pouring them into her glass "You want one, right? Stevie don't let me drink alone" Steve nods and she fills his glass too, but she made his heavier on the champagne "Okay so I know I dragged you over her to hangout and help me straighten up, rearrange and whatever and we are already drinking sorry" She laughs sarcastically knowing she isn't sorry. "Hey, no worries, like I work...harder when I'm a little buzzed" He says back making her laugh "I bet you do" She takes a sip, but her eyes don't leave Steve's vision as she sips slow.

Holding her glass while standing behind Steve, who is now red faced from rearranging the room. The two couches, chair, coffee table and TV are all in different locations now, even the rug has been turned 180 degrees "There" He takes a breath "What do you think about that?" She is quiet for a bit before she tells him she likes it "I think it opens the room more" "Yes. More open" He takes a drink; Marissa is about to say something but her phone rings "Ugh sorry Steve I have to take this, but please pour yourself another drink, sit down, you deserve it" She squeezes his arm before taking the call in another room. After a few seconds Steve pours himself another and sits on the couch watching TV... Still sitting, still drinking. Finally, Marissa comes back and quickly pours herself a drink and sits down. She is very fidgety and has tears in her eyes clearly upset from the phone call she left the room to take. "Are you okay?" Steve asks her "Yes" She says sharply but then she pauses "No. No I'm not" She starts crying, and then puts herself in Steve's arms. "My ex-boyfriend is such a bastard; he thinks he can just call me whenever and thinks telling me he's changed will fix everything then he starts blaming me and blaming me for all the bad things that happens to him since I dumped him?" She takes a breath and sits up "like who the fuck does he think he is? I was a fucking saint to him" she says, tears still falling down her cheek "I'm sure you were..." "But he acts like I'm the devil? Okay Judas" "So..." Steve pauses "You're Christ?" Steve looks a little confused thinking out of context. Has she read the bible? "Exactly Christ" She blows it off..."Who does he think he is?" Whatever I'm over it" She grabs his hand after taking a deep breath "Thanks for rearranging my living room it looks really nice, I needed a change" Forcing a laugh "Of course" He puts his other hand on hers "Um, do you want me to go?" "No no" She puts her other hand on his hand and now they are both holding hands, using both hands "I want you to stay with me...please? I promise I'll stop crying" She laughs "I'm a mess right now, my ex, from a long time ago just keeps trying to get back into my life" Steve nods slowly and hugs her. Wipes her tears from her face and then takes another drink, a long, long drink.

Warm touching warm. Steve is sitting right next to Marissa on the couch watching TV with just the brightness from the screen lighting the room. Thighs touching thighs, their hands barley touching each other but are so close as if there was only a piece of paper separating the skin, the smooth moisturized skin of her hand. The table has empty glasses on it, a less than half full bottle of whiskey with two shot glasses beside it, two stacked plates (used) atop each other. Both of them have been slowly leaning into each other diminishing the space that was between them on the leather couch. Steve can taste the alcohol coming from her breath every time she licks her lips and he is positive she can taste his too. she moves in more, their cheeks, just like their hands, are a thin piece of paper away from touching. Steve is feeling warm, he feels like he's sweating but he's not, his blood rushing through his body, he's nervous. Marissa finally rips the paper between their hands and touches his pinky finger with hers, slowly moving along his finger with hers. Touching his finger. "Do you want another drink?" He asks and moves his hands away "Yes, but I really want to get into something more comfortable" Marissa tries to get up but she struggles and laughs when she quickly falls back down "Woah there" Steve grabs her. She grabs him back and looks into his eyes, she is now in his arms, his hands gripping her tight waist, their noses touching. No paper between them. Steve opens his mouth as if he was going to say something, but he doesn't get the chance. Marissa plants her lips strongly on his, immediately putting her tongue in his mouth, down his throat licking his mouth like licking chocolate off a spoon. He tightens his grip on her waist and pulls her in, her chest up against his, his tongue now down her throat. She changes her position, throws him down and sits on his lap, his hands moving from her waist to her ass, they stay like that for a while until Marissa reaches down and puts her hand over Steve's erection, adjusting her legs to do so. "Wow" She whispers in his ear before she stars biting his neck and slowly grinding on him. She then gets up off of him and grabs his hand pulling him off the couch, so they can start walking to the bedroom. Still in the hallway, but moving to the bedroom, Steve grabs her and again they start kissing deeply, pushing her up against a wall and grabbing at her firm, pleasantly sized, breasts soon moving his hand under her shirt then under her bra, pinching at her nipple. She raises her hands and tells him to lift, which he does. Taking her shirt off in the hall and again they begin their walk to the room. Finally, they get to the door, not opening it at first because she pushes him up against it, her tongue still in his mouth and her hand down his pants, feeling, teasing and stroking his cock with his back up against the door. He then moves his other hand from her waist down into her pants from the back, his middle and ring finger going down her ass and under until he feels wet. Sliding his fingers between her lips, parting them, teasing before sticking his middle finger in, soon followed by the other. She lets out a loud moan and grips him harder. She then takes her hand off of him and opens the door to her bedroom walking in, Steve gets a little blinded by the bright lights, distracting him from the messy room. Clothes all over the floor (all of them hers?) make-up, empty beer cans and just a whole bundle of other products (and things) all over her dresser. But before he can really look around, she pulls him in the bed, falling on top of her his tongue landing in her mouth. She then helps him with his shirt, exposing his wiry frame and throwing it away, her bra is soon to follow... Not fully on top of her Steve is sucking on her breast while slowly moving his finger in and out of her pussy while she moans, her arms extended behind her back holding her up. She then gets up on top of him, kissing him before reaching down to his pant buckle. With his buckle undone she starts to pull his pants freeing his dick which she puts in her mouth licking the tip before spitting and putting it deeper into her mouth, going halfway down the shaft before gagging but instead of quitting she relaxes her throat and goes deeper. She pulls her head up and takes a breath, looks at him and smiles, before continuing taking his pants off. They get caught around his ankle, and she is struggling with it so she gets up off the bed and is now standing by his feet, grabbing them with her hands slipping the pants off and throwing them across the room, laughing while doing so. Steve, now naked on the bed looking Marissa up and down her pussy already exposed and her pants around her upper thigh while she seductively pulls down her pants the rest of the way, before she takes them off she turns around, bending over exposing her asshole while she pulls them off her ankle, and like his pants, throws them somewhere in the messy room. She gets on top of him, their naked skin touching each other almost becoming one, he flips over on top of her pulling the covers over while their tongues are intertwined. His dick now at her pussy, he can feel her wet lips on the tip as he moves it up and down teasing waiting for the moment to put it in as she moans, telling him to do it which he is about to do, he's going to do it, going to put it in, going to slide it inside...

But before Steve does it, a man barges through the bedroom door.

"Marissa what the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me with this?" The guy shouts clearly pissed off, but not sounding surprised. "Ben?" Marissa shouts back unexpectedly seeing him "No no no you don't give me that again. I was out of town for two days" He says, less angry than his last words. But when he looks at Steve, who is now standing beside the bed (he quickly jumped up) with a pillow over his balls, looking at him and Marissa who is now holding the covers over her naked body. "And you! Who the fuck are you?" He shouts looking at Steve. "Steve" Steve says "Oh, well nice to meet you Steve" He says surprisingly friendly even giving a smile. Steve pauses a little bit "...Nice to meet you too?" He says confused and then turns to Marissa "Is this your ex?" "NO jackass. Get the fuck out of my house" Ben yells in a non-friendly manor "Yeah got it" Steve says back and begins scanning the room for his pants "NOW. Don't even pick up your clothes I want you gone before I kick your skinny, tight little ass" Ben (who is much more muscular than Steve) shouts "Tight?" Steve stops scrambling and looks at him more confused now "No fuck" Ben pauses "I'm doing the 'faggot' Mike Tyson thing?...Jesus just leave" Steve grabs the first pair of pants and shirt he can find off the floor, confused and a little scared but also confused again because Ben just said 'Jesus' and now he is thinking about Christ and Judas again, but he gets out and grabs his items off the table in the living room (wallet, phone, keys, gum, smokes) and finally gets outside.

Standing down by the street out front of Marissa's Steve pulls out his phone and calls Larry, but keeps one hand on his pants to keep them up (he grabbed the wrong pair, can't blame him though?) "Ah you're calling me, so you didn't''t get to dick down the girl nor are you smashing poon. Just shake it off guy you won't be a lonely guy forever" "No Larry you are kinda wrong actually. I got some action, just her...boyfriend came home" "Oh damn. Damnnn, did you fight him? Did he swing? Did you have a threesome? Wait, are you having a threesome right now? Put the phone on speaker" Larry asks this raid of questions "No no, look do you still want to go to the City Hall thing? I'm going now" Larry doesn't respond for a few seconds "Uh yeah, it starts kinda soonish though, but I can make it" Larry says, but then Ben opens the front door "You're still here? And hey! Those are my pants. You are fucking wasted" Ben shouts and starts stampeding toward Steve. "Okay I'll see you soon I got to go" Steve hangs up to run. That's My Bitch plays in Steve's head as he starts running down the street (like a movie) Ben running behind him. Steve holding the pants up with one hand while moving the other in a running form making it do extra work, still running... a cat crosses the street and Steve almost trips over it but jukes out of the way, almost falling but the adrenalin flowing through his body makes him feel like Michael Vick being chased by the Baseball Furies. He picks up speed as he keeps running, not looking back. Eventually Ben stops chasing, but Steve also has to get to City Hall, so he keeps running, not stopping for an Uber, or a bus. Just. Keeps. Running.