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Don't You Know To Knock First? [PRIVATE]

How unhappy she looked when he took his hand away. Her grey eyes growing large, just as if she were about to cry. But she gave a sly smile, "Why thank you, Brill," Her eyes closed gently, as she leaned in to envelope the sushi with those lucious lips. But! To sturdy its journy, she used her tongue to press against the bottom just a tad. Soon enough, her lips locked onto the sticks, and looked ever so juicy as they were pulled along by her face. The sticks were sprung free, while the california roll was chewed rather elegantly by her prim little face.

David had stopped eating for a second just to enjoy the virtue of flirting before giving Jen a kiss on the forehead.
Sally and Jen both glared from across the table. How dare this over dressed strumpet show up and monopolise Brill!

After a swallow, her shoulder became cozy against his shoulder, as if enviting him to place his arm around her. "I can not only see, but taste why you favor that one,"
 
"Ja, it's good, right?"

He took the offer, companionably wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He ate without making any more overtures on her, and just enjoyed the meal. Soon enough, the dinner party broke up. Brill led Katia out into the night air, one hand loosely holding on to hers. They walked down the sidewalk, slowly nearing their apartment. Somewhat more slowly for Brill's intoxication. The three different liquors he had consumed had hit him like a triphammer, and he wasn't very steady. At one point, he called for a break and leaned up against a doorway, just off the street in an alley. For some reason, he figured this would be the best place to apologize for his conduct.

"Listen, Katia... Um, if I got a bit, er... Out of hand... Well, I know I got out of hand, what I'm trying to say is... Um... If I did anything you didn't, er, like... Er. Sorry?"
 
Katia looked to him simpathetically. Well, it wasn't that she felt sorry for him, it was just his appologetic drunken state. He made her proud with the consumption of multiple liqours! A caring hand outstretched from her usually seductive form. Brushing a blonde lock of hair behind his ear, she looked upon his handsom face,
"Let's get you home,"

The two friends stagered home. And just as hoped, they wound up safely in their own rooms. Katia had sent him to bed with four ibephrophins, and a multivitamin, after consuming to glasses of water. She would have assisted him into bed, but he was a grown man.

She herself stood in her own room after he was set up with the last glass of water. She took off her make up with a moist towellette, and that was it. Katia stepped out of her shoes and placed them on her shoe rack. Standing back in the moon light, she hummed a tad. She unhitched her belt, and tossed it onto a chair. Her fare skin becoming more and more illuminated by the light as she slowly unzipped the dress. Letting it fall to the floor, she stepped out of it. Dressed now only in her perfume, she fell back onto her bed.

And from there, she finished Brill's unfinished job.
 
Brill peeled his shirt off slowly, and tottered to the window. He opened it and sat down, lighting a cigarette and thinking about nothing as he prepared himself mentally for sleep. His eyes took in the vast expanse of city glimmers, and he slowly wondered what was going on out there. That was when he heard the faint moan. Well, I know what's going on in at least one of those lights. he thought with a faint laugh. Then it registered that the sound was far too close to be one of those distant lights. With a mix of voyeurism and innocent curiosity, he leaned out his window and listened. There it was again... From the left. He looked down the building, and immediately saw the frame of the window next to his. Katia's window. He sat back down on his bed, his thoughts suddenly a lot more active. A thousand porno scenarios whirled out in his mind - Just walk down the hall, throw the door open and go to town. No, that would get him sued. And homeless. Maybe just knock, ask if he could come in... And then talk about what? Hey, I can still smell you on my hand every time I take a drag off my smoke and would really like to resume where we left off. No, probably not. With an irritated sigh, Brill laid down on his bed, flicked the cigarette butt out the window, and closed his eyes.
 
Her sweet, innocent, horrible-attempt-at-quiet, moans filled that crisp night like a symphony of sexual pleasure he would never know. For, she was so very high in power over him. She attempted to stiffle her sounds by lightly bitting the knuckle of her middle finger, while her other hand worked the juicy flesh.

Her fingers nimbly worked the folds over and over again, lightly flicking her cliterious to make her jump and squeel before playfulling digging into her practically virgin hole. A finger would tease her passage, until she orgasmed once or twice before making the adition of another finger. She arched her back as the two twiddled back inforth inside of herself; her hand becomming coated in the delicious juices.
 
Brill snorted softly, and grabbed his pillow, pulling it down over his head. No good. The noise came right through the wall. His ideas slowly shifted from how to get in there with her, to how to get some sleep. Finally, he stood, grumbling, and walked out of his room, down the hall, to stand in front of her door. He could hear her moans very distinctly from here, and the sound gave him pause. He stood back from the door, leaning on the opposite wall, as he tried to figure out how he was gonna go around this. Just... Knock, and ask her to be quiet? No, so rude, and in her home, too. What, then?
 
The door was left open just a jar, and as she lay there pleasuring herself on her bed, she could not help but use two hands to play. She gave a final scream as she orgasmed. Hot liquid shot out from her, and was quickly soaked up by the towel she had laid beneith her. Taking a few long winded breaths, she calmed her racing heart. As the sweet nectar had slowed from leaking, she sat up and took the towel. Tossing it into the hamper, she headed back to bed. FLOP! She fell atop it, too tired to tuck herself in.
 
How dirty she was. Having him tease her in the face of an innocent person who wanted to meet him. Or rather, asking him subliminally to go further in the company of his friends. Jennifer had spent the entire night trying to commort Sally, telling her not to pay mind to Katia pulling Brill away from her grasps.

And into the morning David and Jen fought over such a tiny mater. David defended his friend's desires to have someone who was much more attractive, and sucesfful, not to mention had similar interests as Brill. Jennifer was just so sure they would get along... apparently long. Mostly, she was defensive over David, not wanting him to be tempted by the red head; just a low selfesteem problem.

The sunshine filled Katia's room, causing the pale yellow walls to light up like a lamp! She rolled over, now found beneith the sheets. With a pleasant squeel, she stretched. It was finally SATURDAY! Opening her eyes, she looked to the clock; she had slept in to 9am! Yee-ha! She left the warm hugs of her favorite lover, and promptly through on her fuzzy white housecoat. Walking out into the hall way, she traveled down its passage to the kitchen, and promptly got a pot of coffee going.
 
The sounds of kitchen activity eventually rousted Brill from sleep. He stared at the clock hazily, noting the early hour, before he rolled back over and fell asleep again. His return to slumber was brief, however, and soon he was staring at the clock again. Had last night really happened, or had intoxication jumbled reality and fantasy in his mind? No... No, he was pretty sure that he'd done all sorts of things to his room mate just across a table from his friends.

...Well, shit.

Plan A. He could hide in his room all day. Sleep more. Yeah, he had today off... Nah. Plan B. Pretend nothing had happened. Appealing. Cowardly, but appealing. Plan C. Go out there and pick up where he'd left off. Also appealing, until he thought about potential consequences. Then again, she had clearly been aroused enough by his actions to need release last night. Maybe it wasn't so farfetched.

...Hm~

Brill smiled and stood up, glancing in the mirror as he did. His pale skin shone as obnoxiously as ever. somewhat masking what would otherwise be extremely bright blue eyes. He took a moment to comb back his mid-length blond hair, before giving up - again - And reappraising himself. Girls were supposed to go for tall guys, right? Well, he had that on lock. 6' 5" was more then most anyone anticipated, but it wasn't helping now. Apparently. As far as he knew. With that thought, Brill walked out of his room to the kitchen, foregoing a shirt and sticking with the pants - The nice pants, now less so - he'd slept in.
 
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