Kitlyn
I opened the door to let John in. He looked like an unkempt college dude, with his black T-shirt and baggy jeans hanging off his waist.
Now that I'm staring at him, I notice how thin he is. He is wearing black loafers on his oversized feet—boat shoes. He looks so preppy and boyish that I almost laugh.
He really isnot my type.His blonde hair is messy, framing his face. He isn't a bad-looking guy, but he’s not someone I’d be interested in long-term.
I have a weakness for bad boys with tattoos. There’s something about a bad boy that makes me wet. I know those types of men have an awful reputation, but I can't help what I’m attracted to.
I sometimes fantasize about being taken against my will and forced to do dirty things when I masturbate. I've never encountered a man who even comes close to that description, including the guy standing in front of me.
I greet John, smiling.
"Hey, hey. Please step into my humble abode, sir."
I swept my arm towards the parlor, looking around outside quickly before shutting the door. I make sure to lock it just in case my lunatic stalker is out there watching me.
John takes a seat on the couch, making himself at home. Tuna hightailed it out of there as soon as the bell rang. He isn't a very social cat. Anytime anyone other than myself or Becca enters the room, he bolts. John grins at me.
"So, what are you doing home alone tonight, Kit?"
My shoulder lifted in a lazy shrug. "I just feel like relaxing. I am not in the mood to go out; plus, I have to get up early to finish my design for a perfume ad."
I love the freedom that being a graphic designer gives me. I usually work from home and can make my own schedule.
I grinned in his direction.
"I wasn't up for company, but I took pity on you when you texted."
He laughed; a slight dimple indentation marked his cheek. "Well, I am glad you took pity on me. I like hanging out with you. Hint, hint." He smiled and winked.
I lift a brow, a little concerned.
"You know we are only chilling out. No sex tonight."
He shifts in his seat, clearly looking uncomfortable.
"Yes, I know that's what you said. I am happy to watch the movie with you, but I am always game if you want to have some fun."
I just laughed, shaking my head.
"Nofuntonight, John. I am not in the mood for anything like that. I want to watch a movie and relax."
He sighed, frowning, showing his annoyance. It pisses me off, but I say nothing. I grab the remote and start the show. My popcorn isn’t hot anymore, but I scoop a handful and start munching, anyway. I offered him the bag. " You want some of this gourmet delight?"
He shook his head, looking bored and aggravated.
"Why the mood?"
I ask in between munching on my cold, salty snack. His eyes narrow as he rubs his leg.
"I know you said you just wanted to hang out, but I hoped to change your mind once I arrived. I could use a good fuck tonight, Kit Kat. What do you say?"
My mouth hung open at the crudeness of his words.
This isn't like John, or is it?
Usually, we always meet up and only screw. We never hang out together afterward. Now that I think of it, this has always been the basis of our relationship. I gave him a dirty look but kept my cool.
