A Heart for Rebel - Unedited teaser
I woke up before her. I showered and changed before heading downstairs to start a pot of coffee. I went back to wake her up, but she was already up and showering. I went into the bathroom and ogled her naked ass as she washed. God, she’s beautiful.
“Good morning, beautiful. I have a pot of coffee brewing,” I said.
“Good morning, Wyatt,” she said. I watched her bathe for a few more minutes before heading out the door.
“I’ll get a cup ready for you,” I said.
“Okay, thanks. I’ll be down once I’m finished,” she said. I went downstairs and made us each a cup of coffee. I sat on the counter and waited patiently for her. When she finally came into the kitchen she was wearing a white buttoned down shirt, a beige pencil skirt and fuck-me-stiletto’s. I wanted to lift up her skirt, bend her over the counter and fuck that sweet pussy again. She walked towards me and positioned herself in between my legs. She placed her arms around my neck and kissed me. I could get used to kissing her every morning and apparently my dick agreed.
“I want to bend you over this counter and fuck you so bad,” I said.
“I would like for you to bend me over this counter and fuck me, but unfortunately I have to get to work,” she said.
“Damn, you sure know how to ruin a good morning fantasy,” I playfully said.
“I’m sure I can make it up to you somehow,” she said.
“Damn straight, you will make it up to me,” I said. She winked at me and reached for her cup of coffee. After we drank our coffees, we placed our cups in the sink. She grabbed her overnight bag. I grabbed her hand and keys. I opened my door and notice a note tapped to it.
Dear neighbor,
Last night I believe I could hear you and your girlfriend having sex. Would you mind being louder next time? It was hard for me to masturbate while holding a cup against the wall!
Sarcastically,
Guy at No.7B
Rebel’s cheeks turned a nice shade of deep red before laughing. At first I was fucking livid that my damn neighbor was whacking off to Rebel’s moans of ecstasy, but then I thought fuck it. He could listen and fantasize all he wants. Rebel was mine and before long I was laughing with her. We walked to the subway together, but hopped on separate trains. She worked on the west side. I kissed her goodbye with promises of calling her.
“Good morning, beautiful. I have a pot of coffee brewing,” I said.
“Good morning, Wyatt,” she said. I watched her bathe for a few more minutes before heading out the door.
“I’ll get a cup ready for you,” I said.
“Okay, thanks. I’ll be down once I’m finished,” she said. I went downstairs and made us each a cup of coffee. I sat on the counter and waited patiently for her. When she finally came into the kitchen she was wearing a white buttoned down shirt, a beige pencil skirt and fuck-me-stiletto’s. I wanted to lift up her skirt, bend her over the counter and fuck that sweet pussy again. She walked towards me and positioned herself in between my legs. She placed her arms around my neck and kissed me. I could get used to kissing her every morning and apparently my dick agreed.
“I want to bend you over this counter and fuck you so bad,” I said.
“I would like for you to bend me over this counter and fuck me, but unfortunately I have to get to work,” she said.
“Damn, you sure know how to ruin a good morning fantasy,” I playfully said.
“I’m sure I can make it up to you somehow,” she said.
“Damn straight, you will make it up to me,” I said. She winked at me and reached for her cup of coffee. After we drank our coffees, we placed our cups in the sink. She grabbed her overnight bag. I grabbed her hand and keys. I opened my door and notice a note tapped to it.
Dear neighbor,
Last night I believe I could hear you and your girlfriend having sex. Would you mind being louder next time? It was hard for me to masturbate while holding a cup against the wall!
Sarcastically,
Guy at No.7B
Rebel’s cheeks turned a nice shade of deep red before laughing. At first I was fucking livid that my damn neighbor was whacking off to Rebel’s moans of ecstasy, but then I thought fuck it. He could listen and fantasize all he wants. Rebel was mine and before long I was laughing with her. We walked to the subway together, but hopped on separate trains. She worked on the west side. I kissed her goodbye with promises of calling her.
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