Anna awoke with a start. She had no idea where she was; it was dark, unfamiliar, and for some reason, she was completely naked. From a faint nightlight in the bathroom, she registered that she was in a hotel room. 

The previous night's events had come back to her in a rush. She found herself hoping, no, praying that it hadn't been simply a vivid, wonderful dream. She was afraid to look beside her and find nothing there. Instead, she reached over to the other half of the queen-size bed without turning her head to look. Her hand found something warm and firm. 

She turned her head and in the dim light could vaguely see Scott’s sleeping form. Her hand had found his thigh and was lying gently on it, only a few inches from his naked cock. 

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God.”

She quietly slipped from the bed, careful not to wake him, and moved silently into the bathroom. She turned on the light once the door was closed. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the brightness before her reflection came into focus. Her wavy, auburn hair was an absolute mess, but her skin seemed to be glowing. The phrase ‘rode hard and put up wet’ popped into her head, and she smiled. 

Instantly, her arms shot up and she started to jump up and down in triumph, quietly screaming with joy as she did a little dance. 

She had not only faced her fears and taken a leap of faith; she had the best sex of her entire life. She could finally relax around Scott!

All the jumping had reminded her that she had a full bladder. She sat down to relieve herself as she tried to remember every little detail of the encounter; the way he moved… the way he felt… the way he kissed her lips… the way he kissed other things…

She wiped and only then realized she was sore in that area. ‘Whatever. Worth it.’

She turned out the light, stepped out of the bathroom, and paused for a moment to give her eyes the chance to adjust to the nightlight behind her. Once she was sure that she could move without tripping over something, she walked to the window. On the other side of the blackout curtains, she could see a golden hue above the city skyline where the sun would inevitably rise. A deep moan behind her made her turn and close the curtain. He was still asleep, lying on his back, and looked incredibly peaceful. He moaned again. 

Anna couldn't tell if it was a normal moan or a pleasure moan. She hoped for the latter and also that it was because he was having sexy dreams about her. 

Her eyes found his cock. It was lying flat across his right thigh, but was semi-hard. It seemed she might've been right and he was dreaming about sex. 

In that second, she had a wicked idea. She giggled softly as she rubbed her hands together like a supervillain. She quietly crept back to her side of the bed, laying down gingerly, and scooting down to his hips. She placed a soft, wet kiss on the head of his member and waited for a reaction. Nothing. 

Again, she kissed the head but with more pressure, opening her lips slightly to let some of the head in. That got a reaction.

Scott moaned in his sleep again, and his dick started to grow to its full length.

“Anna.” He moaned it only once, and it was soft, but there was no denying that's what he said. 

‘He really is dreaming about me.’ The thought made her head swim, and her heart flutter. It was one thing to be fantasized about and quite another when the person you fantasized about also fantasized about you. She felt a rush of positive emotion and felt her nethers tingle.

She licked the head of his penis, gently at first and then more forcefully, before popping it into her mouth. He began to moan more loudly, but was still asleep. His cock was waking up faster than he was. She could feel it growing harder in her mouth as she sucked on it while twirling her tongue around the head. His hips began to move from side to side, and his moans were music to her ears. He suddenly raised his head to look at her, confused and bleary-eyed. It seemed to take a few seconds for his eyes to focus, but when he recognized her, he smiled.

“So it wasn't a dream.”

“That's the first thing I said.” And then she continued to suck and lick him.

He moaned again, deep and resonant. “You know, waking up like this, with a gorgeous woman using her tongue to wake me up, has…” he moaned involuntarily “...has always been a fantasy of mine.”

“Really?” She said as she began to stroke him, spreading her saliva across the firm flesh. “So I'm making your dreams come true?”

“In more ways than one,” he chuckled. “Fair warning: no one has ever been able to make me come with their mouth.”

“Is that a challenge?” she growled.

He laughed. God, she loved that sound. “You can take it however you want.”

“I'd rather give it however you want.”

And with not another word, she put it back in her mouth while continuing to stroke the shaft.

Anna was not a professional blowjob queen. She was like most humans and had an intact gag reflex. In essence, it wasn't like she was going to be deepthroating and choking herself on his dick. That being said, she had never gotten a complaint and had always been able to get her partner where he was going.

No, that wasn't entirely true. One time in college, she was blowing a guy who watched too much porn. He tried to ram his dick into her throat like he had probably seen others do hundreds of times, and found out she had a gag reflex that didn't fuck around. He ended up getting covered in more than just her spit that night.

But that one bad experience had not soured her taste for the act, and she was finding she liked it even more when Scott was involved.

The juxtaposition of something hard and yet soft in her mouth was really nice. She liked the feel of the spongy skin on her tongue and didn't even mind the slightly salty taste of the precum that was leaking from the tip. But the real payoff was the sounds he made and the feeling of his hands on her head.

His hands never forced her head farther down on his shaft or directed her head in any way. Instead, he simply ran his fingers through her hair while massaging her scalp. It felt so amazing that her eyes rolled up in her head.

She was getting wetter the more turned on she got. She shifted positions, tucking her knees under her, leaving a gap under her and allowing better access to his groin. She continued to suck and stroke with one hand while with her other hand, she reached between her legs and began to play with her clit. He quickly saw what she was doing and let out a growl that immediately put her in mind of a purring jungle cat.

She yelped in surprise when his hands left her head, wrapped around her midriff, and suddenly she was lying facedown on his chest with her pussy hovering over his mouth.

“Hey, what happened to ‘your turn, my turn?’”

“If you don't like it, you can blow me.”

She felt his powerful hands spread her lips apart before he said, “I'll race you to the finish line.”

“Challenge accept– oh!” His tongue had found her clit like a heat-seeking missile.

She had suddenly forgotten what she was doing as he flicked her bean mercilessly with the tip of his tongue, occasionally running it through the folds of her labia.

She let out a long, low moan. “Fuuuuuck!”

‘Focus, goddamn it! You’re on a mission, woman!’

She redoubled her efforts with a passionate and slightly vindictive quality. This was no longer about pleasure, it was war; it was a competition with one goal: distract him more than he was distracting her. She was going to make sure he got his first. 

She dragged her tongue across the tip, making sure he could feel every taste bud before taking him back into her mouth and bobbing her head on his cock. She let her saliva flow freely, letting it coat his skin as she used her small hands to work it up and down with her movements.

He grunted and paused, but only for a second before he slipped two fingers inside her. She gasped as she felt them hook slightly, moving in and out, all while his tongue continued on her clit.

She whimpered and growled in frustration. ‘Damn it! How the fuck does it feel even better than last night?’

She could feel the sensation building quickly as the pads of his fingers kept finding a spot she didn’t even know existed. Her legs and abdomen were already spasming involuntarily. She quickly picked up her pace, her cheeks indenting as she added more suction and swirled her tongue frantically around the head of his cock. But even with her feverish efforts, she knew she had only mere moments before she was through.

And then, hope. Scott began to squirm his legs while bucking his hips. She just had to hold on a little longer. She tried to think of something, anything, to distract her from her building orgasm, but there was no such thing as thoughts, just his tongue and fingers.

She was whimpering nonstop, right on the cusp of elation, until she couldn’t hold it back anymore. His dick left her mouth with an audible pop as she screamed, the roaring orgasm crashing over her. Her body convulsed so forcefully that she only feebly registered a hot splash of something on her face. Scott had stopped licking and was now writhing along with her.

They both took a few seconds to catch their breaths and let their hearts settle into a normal rhythm. Anna felt something wet on her face and thought for a second it was sweat. But when she ran her fingers through it and looked, she realized what it actually was.

“HA!” she said as she climbed off him and showed him her face. “I fucking told you! I just made you my bitch.”

He laughed as he reached over to the nightstand to grab tissues. “How do you figure?”

He handed her the tissues which she used to wipe the fluid from her face. “I not only took your blowjob-orgasm virginity but I totally made you come first.”

“First off, ‘blowjob virginity?’ I’ve had blowjobs before. They just weren’t very good.”

“That’s why I said ‘blowjob-orgasm virginity.’”

“And second,” he continued. “I’m pretty sure you were already bucking like a bronco on my face before I came.”

“That was just the fat lady clearing her throat before she sang. Admit it. You are, in fact, my beeyotch.”

“I admit nothing.” His smile was disarming but she wasn’t letting it go.

“Oh, my god. Admit it!” she commanded as she started to poke his ribs. He started to squirm with a laugh. “Oh, are we ticklish?”

“Yes!” he tried to scoot away, but she kept tickling him.

Finally, he grabbed her in a powerful bear hug, rolling over on top of her and pinning her to the bed.

“Hey, no fair!”

He kissed fast and then slow and zealously. It filled her with warmth.

He broke away from the kiss, his eyes darting back and forth between hers before he whispered, “I’m your beeyotch.”

She had an intense urge to tell him that she loved him and thankfully, was stopped as he kissed her again. He didn’t know her as well as she knew him, and she didn’t know him well enough to say the words yet. Those words had popped into her head and had been hand-delivered from her downstairs brain, she was sure. She didn’t want to scare him away yet. She’d let her personality do that.

She suddenly heard a growling sound, just as deep as Scott’s voice, but it hadn’t come from his throat. She broke away from the kiss.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I’m hungry.”

“That was your stomach?!”

He nodded.

“That sounded like Calamity Ganon.”

He paused, staring at her in what she thought was confusion.

“He's the bad guy in Zelda: Breath of the W–”

“I know who he is. I'm just surprised you do.”

“Oh, I fuck up some Zelda games.” She meant that literally. She had been trying to beat the Trial of the Sword DLC since it came out, but kept getting her ass handed to her.

“Now who's the fucking nerd?” he laughed again as he pulled her on top of him, placing her head on his chest as he stroked her back.

“I never claimed to be otherwise. How do you know who he is?”

“Oh, sweet summer child, I have played every Zelda game except the second one.”

Her head popped up in surprise. Just when she didn’t think he could be more perfect for her… “Really? You never post anything about it on your accounts.”

“Most of my privacy is ‘friends only’ so…” he trailed off before his gaze snapped to her.

‘Oh, shit.’

“Wait, have you been stalking me online?”

‘Busted.’ She buried her face in his chest to hide how red she was turning.

“Oh, my god, you have! For how long?”

‘Since day one.’ “Not that long.”

“So since my first day, then.”

‘Oh, shit. He can read minds.’

“Why didn’t you say anything? All that time, I thought you weren’t interested.”

Her head popped back up to look at him in surprise. “Seriously?! I stare at you, like, all the time. If not directly at you then at your pic…”

“My what?”

“Nothing. Forget about it.” She felt her whole body turn red this time. She rolled off the bed and tried to run to the bathroom. He was quicker. She felt his powerful hands grab her hips and spin her around to look at him as he sat on the edge of the bed. With the disparity in their height, this meant they were looking each other directly in the face.

He gave her a warm smile as he said, “Anna, it’s okay.”

And she believed him. She nodded and then moved to her discarded pants to grab her phone. Without a word of explanation, she unlocked her phone, opened her gallery, and handed it to him.

His eyes found the beach photos of him she had saved in an album she had labeled ‘Voice of God.’ She was certain that he would look horrified or even angry, but instead he smiled and laughed.

“Don’t laugh. It makes this way worse.”

Through his laugh, he pointed to his pants, “Trust me. Just grab my phone out of my pocket.”

Her brow furrowed at him but she did as he said, grabbing his phone and handing it to him. He unlocked it and handed it back to her.

“Open my gallery.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what the trick was. Her thumb touched the gallery icon and she gasped a second later. There were the normal albums like ‘Recent,’ ‘Camera,’ and ‘Screenshots’ but at the very right of the screen there was an album with a preview of her face. The album was labeled ‘Out of my League.’ She opened it to find that it had every picture of her that she had ever posted online. 

A smile crept onto her face as she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Stalker.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“How long?”

He just raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

“Since day one?!”

He nodded with a grin.

“You mean to tell me that we could have been together this whole time?!”

“I don’t exactly have a high perception score. I apparently don’t know that a woman is into me until she is literally asking me to strip her. And even then, I still had to ask.”

She chuckled because that is exactly what happened last night.

He continued as he pulled her closer to him so that she was standing between his legs. “The way I see it, this just means we have some catching up to do.”

“I could have been doing the no-pants dance with you every day for the past month instead of running off to the bathroom.”

‘Anna! What the fuck? Inside. Words. On. The. Outside.’

“You masturbated to my picture at work?” he asked with a smile, radiating with lust.

“Are you saying that you never jack off to pictures of me?”

“Not at work. Do you realize how hard it would be to hide this?” He gestured to his lap, where it was clear he was getting another erection.

“Why’s it getting hard again?” 

“Hmm, let's see.” He stroked his chin in mock contemplation. “Maybe it's because I have a drop-dead gorgeous, naked woman in front of me, who happens to be a Zelda nerd and risks getting caught masturbating at work while thinking of me.”

And then he said something that shook her to her foundation. “If you're trying to get me to fall in love with you, you're on the right track.”

He said it. He said it without saying it. She fought the intense urge to say, ‘then it sounds like you have the catching up to do,’ and instead, leaned in for another kiss. It turned passionate quickly, and as she stepped forward, she felt his full erection slide effortlessly between her soaked thighs. The head parted her labia as it slipped past her opening, and she gasped.

The growl from below came again, but louder than before, slightly ruining the moment. They both laughed.

“If we plan on doing this all day like I think we do, we need to feed you.”

“You wanna clean up and go somewhere?”

“Eventually, but I think we need a snack in the meantime.”

“You're a snack. Can I eat you?”

She danced away from his hand as he reached for her crotch.

“I've been licked, fucked, fucked again, and then finger-fucked while being licked, all while not getting laid in almost a year,” she said. “Kitty is happy but might need a small break.

“Come on, I’ve got food in my room.” She threw his shirt and pants to him while she slipped into her own pants. “Bring a change of clothes. You can shower at my place.”

They left behind their shoes in his room and just went barefoot across the hall, half-dressed and clearly post coital. Luckily for them, it was still relatively early on a Saturday morning, and no one was there to witness their brief walk of shame. 

In the closet where guest clothes were normally kept, she opened the door to reveal the mini pantry of food she had created.

“What are you going to have?” he asked as his eyes glided over the snack food.

“I’m going to eat my after-sex snack, and I'm going to need you to reserve judgment.”

“Okay?” His voice had a slight rising tone of uncertainty.

He watched quietly as she retrieved a slice of pita bread and started to smear a large dollop of peanut butter on one half.

“What are you—”

“We are reserving judgement,” she said as she brandished the plastic knife in his direction.

Next, she grabbed cheddar and sour cream flavored potato chips and crumbled them over the peanut butter. Last, she reached into the minifridge by her legs, pulled out a bottle of barbecue sauce and slathered the chips and peanut butter.

Scott watched in wide-eyed fascination as she folded the pita in half like a taco and took a massive bite. Her eyes rolled in response to the wonderful taste.

“Oh, my god, that’s disgusting.” She had been expecting him to say that. “Can I try it?”

She paused mid-chew. She hadn't been expecting that. “Seriously?!”

“I meant, can I please try it?”

“No, that’s not what… I mean, yes, of course.”

She broke the sandwich into two and handed one to him. She had either been expecting him to be grossed out or be okay with it. She hadn’t considered the third option: she would have to share. She didn’t mind. She was tiny, and there was no way she would be able to eat the whole thing without making herself sick.

He took the sandwich and dove in with a large bite. He chewed for a couple of seconds, and then his eyes closed as he began to nod emphatically.

“Oh, my god.”

She couldn't help but smile giddily. “Right?! I call it the Nookie.”

“Wow! I love your Nookie. How is this not a thing?!”

“Because I've never found anyone as weird as me.”

He smiled and winked at her. “Well, now you have.”

The wink made her smile wider, and she felt her knees weaken. 

“We should get a real meal. I'm going to shower.”

He raised an eyebrow mischievously. “Was that information or an invitation?”

“I know you don't roll high on your perception checks, but maybe this will help.” She leaned into him, pulling him down to her in a kiss as she ran her hand over his crotch. She gave it a gentle squeeze as she abruptly turned and walked toward the bathroom, removing her shirt and making sure to shake her ass for him as she walked away. 

“What about Kitty?”

“There are ways around her,” She called back with a smirk as she grabbed a small tube from her bag of toiletries.

Their sandwiches were left forgotten on the hotel desk as they both climbed into the shower. They took turns washing each other with soapy hands, gliding over each other under the hot water. He even shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that threatened to turn her into a mindless idiot. It wasn’t long before they were no longer washing; they were just exploring each other’s bodies.

“Want to try something different?” she asked as she panted heavily.

“What did you have in mind?” He was distracted, running his hands over her stomach and hips.

“Have you ever tried anal?”

His attention snapped to her face. He seemed to be trying to see if she was joking. “No. Have you?”

“I enjoy some anal play every now and then… with the right person.”

“Are you sure?” He was gesturing to his fully erect penis.

She knew he was referring to his length and girth, and felt more affection toward him that he seemed to be afraid of hurting her. If she had offered the ‘alternate route’ to literally any other man, they would have jumped at the chance immediately and not given a fuck about that.

“If I didn’t enjoy my anal toys and I was a literal tight-ass, you would hurt me but I’ve been prepared. Besides, you took my oral virginity. I think it's only fair to take your anal virginity.”

She pushed him up against the tile wall, standing on tiptoe and hovering in front of his lips. She began to stroke him slowly. “What do you say? Would you like to come in my ass?”

He had his eyes half open, enjoying the feel of her hand, before he answered in a whispered moan, “O-okay…”

Anna definitely preferred vaginal sex, but there was something to be said about the occasional anal sex, either with toys or a partner. She hadn’t done it with a partner since college, and she was lucky that she had learned from someone who knew what he was doing. He taught her how to do it properly. And rule #1 was that it shouldn’t hurt. Rule #2 was to work your way up to the big stuff.

She loved to play with her clit while slowly driving her anal dildo inside her. The orgasms weren’t necessarily better for her, just different. She hadn’t trusted any man enough since college to actually try again with the real thing but she trusted Scott, and the taboo of it all, while being able to only focus on pleasuring herself, was making her extremely wet.

“I’m driving,” she said as she grabbed the container of lube she had retrieved earlier and squeezed out a healthy dollop into her hand. He nodded his understanding and gasped when she began to lubricate his dick. She rubbed the extra between her butt cheeks, slipping in a couple of fingers to lubricate the inside.

It was her turn to wink at him as she turned around, lining up his cock with her opening. She slowly pushed back towards him, feeling the head push past her ring. She continued at the same pace, slowly devouring the rest of him into her while they both simultaneously let out low moans. The sensation of being filled up while the sensitive nerves inside her transmitted every bump and ridge of his wonderful dick directly to her pleasure center was exhilarating. She didn't realize how much she missed doing this with the real thing, and the fact that it was with someone like Scott made it even better.

Before she had the chance to do it herself, she felt his gentle hand begin to strum and rub her clit.

‘Of course he would do that.’ She loved that she, by complete happenstance, had found someone who was an empathetic lover.

She began to gyrate her hips, moving him in and out of her. He was beginning to moan in time with her strokes, deciding that her breasts needed attention along with her clit. His warm hand came up, stroking and massaging her breasts, his fingers occasionally running over her erect nipples. She moaned.

“Do you like my ass?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, she felt him lean forward with his lips an inch from her ear.

“You’re goddamn right I do,” he growled.

Even in the hot, steamy shower, his voice gave her goosebumps. He began nibbling on the skin just below her ear while gently rubbing her nipples and clit. The sensory overload was sending her sprinting toward what she could tell would be a powerful orgasm.

She picked up the pace, bouncing her ass against his thighs while reaching up to massage the back of his neck. Her other hand found his and began to move in unison, slipping inside her and moving over her button more urgently. It had never been this good before.

She didn’t know exactly what happened. She had felt Scott adjust behind her but it had only been a slight adjustment. That small change in angle was making his dick slam against the same spot he had found with his fingers earlier. Her legs began to twitch involuntarily as the sensation built to an unprecedented level. She began to scream in pleasure with every stroke.

“Oh, GOD!” pant pant “Right there!”

He began to help her drive back into him, moving one of his strong hands to her hip while the other continued to play her vagina like a fiddle. He was moaning deeply and she could feel the occasional twitch of his cock inside her. She knew he was close too.

It all became too much. “OmigodOmigodOmigod… FUCK!”

Everything down there began to spasm and convulse. She knew he could feel it too, her insides massaging his dick as she came hard. He let out a rumbling growl as she screamed in ecstasy, his cock exploding inside her. She almost slipped off him but luckily he was holding on to her as her legs became jelly.

“K-Keep…” pant “... keep holding me.”

His arms encircled her entirely, and he held her close, making him slip in farther. The sensation of feeling full and safe at the same time was the closest she had ever felt to another person. He was kissing her neck as he ran fingers through her hair.

“Holy chocolate starfish, batman! Now I understand why guys want to do that.”

She laughed. “Yeah, and some girls.”

“You… you are amazing,” he said softly in her ear. The words made her feel warmth all over. “Does it hurt at all right now?”

“What? You mean being impaled on your hard cock with your jizz inside me?” she said as she looked into his eyes. She felt the reaction to her dirty talk as he twitched strongly inside her. “It’s sweet that you’re worried about me but no, it doesn’t hurt. Kind of uncomfortable at first but that goes away. We just need to make sure to take it out really slowly.”

As he began to slide out gently as instructed, she felt reverberations of her latest orgasm and couldn’t help but moan. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just aftershocks.” She slid the rest of the way off him and he turned her around to kiss her, pulling her into a warm embrace. She wanted to be in his arms forever.

“I hope I’m everything you imagined,” he said as she felt him begin to wash her tenderly between her cheeks with a washcloth.

“You’re not,” she replied as she laughed. “I never imagined that you would take it upon yourself to wash my butthole after that.”

She soaped her hands and began to do the same for him, cleaning his softening cock. She was careful because she knew he would be sensitive. After they had rinsed themselves, they dried and began to dress. Scott pulled on a pair of jeans and dark blue T-shirt. Anna pulled on a knee-length paisley skirt.

After Anna pulled on her shirt, she turned toward Scott, and he laughed. Her shirt had a picture of a 20-sided die and words that said, ‘Because I’m the DM. That’s why!’

She smiled as he laughed. “This is not funny. This is the result of a failed plan to get you to flirt with me when we were supposed to have that casual Friday that got cancelled.”

“It totally would’ve worked, but I’m glad it didn’t.” He grinned. “I’m happy things happened the way they did.”

“Me too. Still hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Pancakes.” They had both said it at the exact same time in the exact same way, like a growling demand.

She felt her heart fill again, “I love… pancakes.”

That wasn’t what she almost said. He replied the same way, smiling warmly, “I love… pancakes too.

They both knew what the other meant. They both felt it. They both left it unsaid. It was too dangerous to say it this early.