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A Sordid Affair (w/ Malfrost)

Galaxie

Galaxie

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Jan 21, 2016
Poppy Prescott stood in the kitchen of her one bedroom apartment, a bottle of vodka in one hand and the other resting on a marble countertop. She poured an ample amount of alcohol in to a tall clear glass and then capped it, pushing it to the side, and filling the remainder of the glass with orange juice. She let out a sigh and tapped her fingertips against the side of the plastic jug several times.

It was a friday night - and an easy one at that. It was the first friday that she'd had off in months. Being the lowest on the totem pole meant she got all of the weekend shifts when others didn't want them. She didn't mind, not really, as she loved her job (she was in training to become a paramedic), but having a weekend to relax... Well, it was a welcomed change. Of course the first thing that she had done after sleeping in until almost noon was fire a message at her best friend, Mike. They'd known each other since... Hell, since the womb pretty much and they'd been pretty much inseparable until high school days were long behind them and work and studying kept Poppy occupied most of the thing.

It was now almost ten at night. Mike was now in her living room and she was three drinks in to what would hopefully be a good night. It felt like ages since they'd last been around each other, but like usual the conversation between them flowed naturally as it always did. The smile on her face hadn't vanished since he'd shown up.

"Mike, you want another drink while I'm out here?" She called to him from her kitchen, which was more a small pathway than anything but it she never needed anything more.
 
Michael enjoyed a good day off just like his friend Poppy. After high school, he had chased his dream to work at a bookstore, being a big nerd that he was. His hard work had payed off, as he was now a manager at the local bookstore. He was thankful he and Poppy had managed to stay close, even after high school. She had been his best friend forever and he couldn't think of how life would be without her.

When she called out about a drink, he replied. "Yeah, give me some straight vodka!" He called out, already three screwdrivers in as well. He didn't want to admit it, to himself or to Poppy, but she had started to look very attractive to him recently. He had never really seen her as a girl until recently, and now he was starting to notice things. "Are you still single?" He asked as she walked back into the room, not believing that such a cute and beautiful girl could really be single.
 
Having Michael's response, Poppy re-opened the bottle of vodka and poured some straight in to a glass. She sighed as she twirled the cap back on - the bottle was already slowly diminishing in to nothing. She shouldn't have been surprised, but she hadn't been paying attention to that at any point this night and well, it did come as a surprise. With the slightest pout riding on her full lips, she pushed the bottle back away from the edge of the counter and moved back in to the living room.

A movie was playing on the television, perched upon a TV stand with multiple shelves. The stand itself was cluttered, as was most of her stuff. The coffee table had a bowl of chips in the middle and a bong tucked under it, kept safe from stray limbs on a small shelf. She placed one glass, the one purely containing vodka, on the side of the couch that Michael had settled in to and plopped in to the other corner, pulling her legs up on to the couch while still not taking up more than one cushion. Her free arm's elbow perched on the arm of the couch, and the other brought her glass to her lips.

"Actually no," she said, switching her glass from one hand to the other and then placing it on the side table. A few weeks ago she had started seeing this guy, Brandon. He was the first person that she'd genuinely wanted to be with in quite a while - hell, the first person she'd even tried to date in quite a while. He was nice - good to her, very sweet. She just... Things weren't working out the way she wanted them to be, leaving her in a sexually frustrated bind. "May as well be, but no."
 
Michael was quite surprised by Poppy's answer. He took a good swig of his vodka and then moved closer to her on the couch so their shoulders were touching. "Why didn't you tell me sooner...you'll have to tell me about him!" He began with a chuckle, but when she sighed, he could tell things weren't going the best most likely. That should have made him upset, and it did. Part of him was happy though...he couldn't understand why.

His free hand reach other and gently stroked her leg as he looked into her eyes after taking another swig of his vodka. They often playfully touched one another and comforted each other with hugs and gestures, he figured this was no different. "Want to talk about it....tell me what's wrong? I'm your best bud, after all!" Michael chimed with a grin as he gave her a playful wink.
 
"It's nothing too serious. He's a good person and I really like him, but... I don't know." She shrugged and picked her glass back up, sipped from it and placed it gently back down on the table. Poppy straightened her posture before talking again. "It's just... Isn't it the man who always wants to move to fast? I feel like I'm doing something wrong, he just doesn't seem... interested." The tone in her voice implied she was talking about sex. She wasn't embarrassed to talk about sex, but at the same time she rarely actually breached the subject with anyone. Even more rarely did she breach the topic of sex to talk about how she wasn't having any - that just was't her style.

Poppy shrugged her shoulders again and arched her neck back against the back of the couch. She trusted Michael, but saying that out loud... Well, it made her feel almost defective.
 
Michael was surprised at her answer. "Well, I think he is crazy for not making a move on you. You are so cute and beautiful after all." Michael chuckled as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his strong and firm chest. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck as he gently patted her head, something he often did to her.

"Well, I don't mind doing things with you, if you want...you know. I know girls can get frustrated if they don't do it enough..." Michael rubbed the back of his head meekly, suggesting they could maybe mess around. He meant it more as a joke though, and he was sure Poppy would see it that way as well, as they often joked like this all the time.
 
"I mean I thought so too, but that doesn't make it suck any less." She laughed, though, as she was pulled in to the warmth of Michael's arms. He was warm, a familiar comfort that she'd grown accustomed to and she would always be glad that she was welcomed by his side.

"We could." Poppy didn't elaborate, and left the simple sentence at that. She knew what he meant, and it was nothing new for them to imply messing around. She usually just tossed it away as a joke, like it generally was, but this joke... Well, it was one with a bit of truth in to it. Poppy found Mike to be a genuinely attractive man. Even if she hadn't taken the opportunity to make something more of her friendship with him, that didn't mean she hadn't thought about it once or twice... Or maybe a little more than that. "But what would the fun in that be?" She smiled and reached up to run her hand through his hair. Her fingertips ran gently against his scalp as she looked in to his eyes.
 
Michael's face tinted a light red as Poppy mentioned how they could indeed mess around. She would normally deny him right off the bat, so this was different. With the alcohol and jealously in his system as well, it made him want to act. He planted one of his hands on her thigh and gently began to stroke as he looked into Poppy's eyes with his own. His own eye were clouded with affection, desire and slight confusion. "It could be tons of fun...." His voice was different now...deeper, more gruff and full of desire.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, his lips pressed up against her lovely skin. His tongue came out and was like a bush on canvas as it moved up and down her skin. He continued to stroke her thigh through her jeans as he moved his free hand up to her breasts and squeezed one of her mounds through her top as he started to nibble and suck gently on her neck,
 
Poppy didn't know what she was expecting given that she hadn't put him down quickly, but his hands palming her thigh and and breast was not it. She didn't stop it, though. She arched her neck to give him better access to the soft, sensitive flesh of her neck, and her chest pushed in to his hold on her breasts. She couldn't remember the last time that she was touched by someone other than herself, and he had already found the sweet spot above her clavicle.

She braced herself against him, gripping his lower thigh with one of her hands. She let out a soft sigh before that hand moved, slowly tracing a path up towards Michael's hips with her fingertips.
 
Michael noticed the reaction Poppy gave when he found her sweet spot. His tongue rubbed against the area for a moment before he bite down slightly harder and sucked, marking her with a hickey. His hand on her thigh moved to her crotch and began to stroke at her pussy though her jeans, but found it cumbersome, so his fingers were soon on her jean button, undoing it as he pulled down her zipper and started to push her pants down.

His other hand meanwhile had snaked its way down to her stomach and began to rub at her smooth skin directly before traveling up her shirt to her breasts one more. He felt her bra and pushed his hand under the material to grope at her breast directly now, her flesh molding against his fingers before her began to rub and tug on her perky nipple.
 
Her neck was the weakest spot on her and the quickest way to rile her up. With Michael's tongue and lips tasting her flesh, sucking on it and marking on it, Poppy couldn't help but give in and wetness seeped from her core. The stimulation by her jugular made her squirm even more than his hand rubbing her through her jeans did - until the button on them was quickly pulled open and the tension blocking his way inside relieved.

Poppy's hand, small, soft and thin-fingered, trailed further up Mike's thigh until her thumb caught the base of his dick, already beginning to show just how excited he was. She brought her hand slightly towards his middle so that her thumb was on on side of him and her other fingers on the other, and she slowly, meticulously and carefully stroked him.
 
Mike let out a small groan as he felt Poppy's hand stroke his growing cock. His hand ventured down her pants and into her panties to stroke at her pussy directly, his fingers seeking out her clitoris as he rubbed and tugged on the nub. "Poppy...." He moaned out as he moved his lips to her mouth.

His tongue lashed at her lips, seeking to push its way into her mouth. Once inside, he swirled his tongue around, seeking out her own tongue so the two appendages could dance around inside her mouth as he gave her breast another squeeze.
 
Poppy wasn't the type of girl to do this - drastically change a long term relationship without really thinking it through. In fact, she still wasn't thinking it through but all she knew right now was that he had a finger on the most sensitive part of her and an erection in her hand. She moaned in to his mouth as small bolts of pleasure shot from her clit, and quite quickly her hand maneuvered his button and zipper out of the way. Once inside of his clothes, she grabbed his cock in her hand and ran her thumb around the slit at the tip before giving him slow strokes. Her lips had given way to his tongue without too much of a fight, and now their tongues danced together. Her teeth pressed just hard enough on his tongue to cause pressure when she pulled back and she released quickly after, only to come back in for more.
 
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