The Wallflower and The Star Athlete (closed for Poprockz)

Adrian gave a soft smile as she spoke.
‘I get it, you’re having a hard time letting yourself hope. You’ve tried to make this go away before, and it hasn’t happened. But one thing is different this time - you’ve got people on your side’, meeting her gaze with a smile.
‘Alright let’s get our work done, so we can then enjoy this new bed you have made for us!’
 
She sat at her desk and started working, her mind mulling over what he had said while she did so. 'People on her side...' Sure she had Adrian on her side, but she didn't really consider his father as 'on her side' just yet. He was helping her because his son had asked, but beyond that she wasn't sure he would get any further invested. Olivia didn't have a lot of faith in this process, but she had faith in Adrian. One person on her side was really all she needed.

It took a while, but soon she was done with her homework. She closed her laptop and sighed, feeling a bit drained from the essay she had just written.
 
Adrian too had a difficult paper to complete, too focused on it for the almost two hours it took. Once he was done, he looked over at Olivia, who seemed to have just finished as well.

‘All done?’, he asked with a smile.
 
"Yeah..." she replied with a sigh. "My vacation ends after tomorrow, and then it'll be back to the grind. Except for Sundays, of course." Olive swiveled in her chair to look at him. "Maybe I ought to put in for a legitimate vacation one of these days. What do you think? Should I go to Aruba? Jamaica?" There was a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
 
Adrian chuckled at her joke.
‘I say go all out and go for a cruise. Then you can see all the Caribbean islands!’

He packed away his things, then wearily made his way to the bed. He sank into it, feeling the new covers for the first time.
‘Wow, these are incredibly soft! I’m gonna be asleep in a minute’, chuckling again.
 
"Yeah, that sounds nice..." she said wistfully, drifting over to the bed and flopping down on it on her back. "Damn, those are pretty soft. If I close my eyes, I can imagine myself at a luxury hotel in some far-off country, waiting for my room service to bring me a bowl of grapes and sparkling wine."
 
Adrian mentally joined her in the image she was creating.

‘I could feed you the grapes, before we make passionate love’.

He couldn’t help himself around this woman, she was far too beautiful and sexy to warrant anything else.
 
She tried to imagine them on a large bed, him dangling grapes for her to take with her teeth. He would probably be looking at her that way he did more often than not- as though his fondness for her had seeped into every fiber of his being.

“Maybe I should have ordered whipped cream with the grapes,” she chuckled. “Oh well, there’s always the next day and the next, and the next… I think we’d be pretty busy in the evenings.”
 
Adrian laughed, almost a little too loudly, at her comment on whipped cream. He rolled over so he was propped up above her, his arms either side of her head.
'Who are you, and what have you done with Olivia?', said with a smile that exuded playfulness.

'Seriously, where is the girl I met at the soup kitchen? Or am I starting to see the real you?'
 
Despite the fact that they had been intimate several times already, having him in such a position still put butterflies in her stomach. His body wasn't particularly muscled or anything, but it was lean and strong and she found that very attractive. She stared up into his eyes, wondering how he managed to have such an effect on her.

“I'm her evil twin- didn't I tell you that?" There was a giggle, her eyes gleaming with mirth. "Or maybe I'm just one of those people who has layers- I am who I am on the outside, but I also have more underneath that people don't usually see."
 
‘Maybe I need to keep pulling away these layers - I am really enjoying discovering the different sides to you’.

He leans down and brushes his lips against hers with tenderness at first, before going back with some intensity. He wanted to take his time, but that was incredibly difficult when he had the calibre of woman beneath him that Olivia was.
 
She closed her eyes and felt her heart rate pick up as their lips connected. Their connection was strong and undeniable; it was almost electric to her. His lips enticed her to kiss him back, promising passion and care with each bit of eager pressure.

When their lips parted, she smiled and said, "Do you think I'm more like an onion or a crepe cake? With the layers, I mean." Was that a dumb thing to say? Perhaps.
 
Adrian chuckled at her question, hinting at a slightly eccentric personality that was being revealed slowly, layer by layer.

‘With how sweet and delicious you are, 100% a crepe cake. And I love crepe cake’.

His kisses trailed down her neck, nipping playfully at the skin. His hands started to pull at her top, wanting to get at the stunning body underneath.
 
She wouldn't have been offended if he replied that she was more like an onion, but his answer made her blush nonetheless. This man could give butter a run for its money when it came to smoothness.

His nips elicited little gasps from her and she knew where this was all going. It was inevitable it seemed, as neither one of them could resist the allure of being intimate again. She lifted her torso slightly so her top could be pulled up.
 
Adrian noticed her body movements, a clear indication she wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her. He broke the kiss momentarily to remove her top, before settling back on top of her. His kisses trailed further south, forging a path over the top of of her breasts, before finding her hardening nipples. His tongue flicked out, eager to please her as much as she deserved.
 
She bit her lip as he started to lick her exposed little buds, her legs widening slightly as her pussy started to get wet. Her body was anticipating him gracing her with his irresistible cock once more. How could someone want someone else this much? Why did it feel like she was an animal that just wanted to bend over and let him fuck her until she was knocked up? It was an unusual sensation for her.

“Adrian… do you have any… I mean, any fantasies or anything?” She was referring of course to sexual fantasies.
 
Her question surprised him a little. He had only taken her virginity the day before - now she was asking about fantasies. Perhaps this was another layer being uncovered.

‘Well truth be told, we already done one. Like most guys I suppose, I’ve always loved the idea of being someone’s first. And that was amazing!’

He pondered before continuing,’I have read some stuff on BDSM. I know I’m not into the whole lifestyle, but being fully in control of a sexual situation does stir up something in me. What about you?’
 
It made her really happy that she had fulfilled a fantasy for him already, but she was also interested to know that he liked the idea of being in control. Did he mean like controlling what they did and which positions they were in? If so, she could probably get behind that as well. Inexperienced as she was, she knew what bdsm stood for, but she didn’t know much about it.

As far as her own fantasies went… She hadn’t given it too much thought. “I’m still figuring that out,” she replied shyly.
 
‘We might unearth some along the way’, smiling as he went back to licking and sucking her nipples. His hands roamed her body, finding their way into the waistband of her pants. He slowly but surely removed them, leaving her only in her underwear.

‘Oh and I love lingerie, especially on a smoking hot woman’.
 
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Olivia had always glanced in the shop windows at the lingerie as she passed by, always making sure to make it look like it was just a passing glance. Truth be told, she was very curious about trying one on. Who knew if it would suit her or not, but she figured she might look into it to find out.

"What kind of lingerie do you think would look good on me?" she asked curiously, very aware of the fact that she was now naked once more. He had a way of making her clothes melt off of her, didn't he? Olivia wondered what kind of things he liked when it came to sexy clothing. Did he like stockings? Leather things? Strappy things? Ribbons?
 
His mouth left her nipples behind, trailing kisses down her torso, kissing over her panty covered pussy and focusing on her inner thighs. From his position, he could smell her arousal and see it too. A small wet patch had formed on the crotch of her panties.

‘I think you’d look incredibly sexy in a lace bra’, continuing up her thighs until he was millimetres from her most intimate parts. He pulled the panties off her legs,’And you have the ass for a good thong collection’.

He then stopped talking to bathe her pussy with his tongue, starting slowly as he liked to do.
 
He thought she had a nice ass? She found herself feeling very pleased about that, but was distracted by the fact that his tongue had dipped into her sacred waters. "Ah!" she made a soft noise of surprise and pleasure before glancing down between her legs and closing her eyes. Reaching down, her hand lighted upon his head and her fingers worked their way into his hair. It felt just as amazing as it had the other night, the slickness of his tongue coaxing her into letting everything unimportant slip from her mind so she could focus all her attention on him.
 
He felt her fingers in his hair, inwardly smiling to himself. She was becoming more comfortable in her sexual self around him, which only fuelled his desire for her. As he continued his slow worship of her pussy, he took a fleeting moment to be grateful that she had chosen him to begin her sexual awakening. He could only dream where they would end up.

He pushed his tongue forward, parting her outer lips in his quest to seek out the sweet nectar her pussy exuded. She had the most incredible taste. He then flicked his tongue upwards, grazing over her clit.
 
There was something very vulnerable about having a man's tongue between her legs. He could smell her, taste her, see her... She was completely laid bare for him, for his ridicule or his praise. Though she trusted that she was safe with him emotionally, physically and otherwise.

The flick to her clit made her thighs go inward a little, though she soon deliberately widened her legs again. She didn't want to squeeze his face again if possible. If it wasn't avoidable, she at least wanted to put it off for as long as possible. Olivia moaned softly and lifted her other hand to fondle her breast.
 
Adrian heard her moan - it was like adding fuel to his burning desire to make her feel as good as she could. His tongue worked his way up and down her lips, making sure to touch her clit every time it passed. He felt his head get squeezed by her thighs every time he touched it, reminding him that this was her button. His hands went to her hips as he pushed his tongue further inside her.
 
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