My foot hooked at the bottom of the door leading outside and pulled it further open as I struggled with the heavy box in my arms. I set my eyes on the medium-sized U-Haul standing in my apartment parking lot and, taking a deep sigh, began to walk toward it. Rounding the corner of the truck, I couldn’t help but notice the wonderfully shaped ass of the toned brunette girl who was reaching up into the truck and pushing a box further back.
“Get a good look, you won’t be seeing it much after a few days,” Skylar said in a playful voice as she came down off her tip toes.
“What the fuck do you have in this box?” I asked, struggling against the weight of holding it for so long.
Skylar looked at the box intently for a second before her eyes met mine. “My toys,” she replied.
“How many toys do you have?!” I said, probably louder than I should have.
Skylar gave a smile and started chuckling. “You could always read what it says on the box, then you’d know that you’re carrying my law books.”
My eyes dropped back the box where the letters BKS were written in sharpie. Because God forbid anybody waste their time writing BOOKS instead.
I lifted the box up into the back of the truck and pushed it back next to the box Skylar had just placed in there. I let loose a quick sigh and turned back toward Skylar, who was standing looking at the mass of boxes stacked before her. Her hair had grown just past her shoulders again and she had it pulled back in a low ponytail, just to keep it out of the way while she was going back and forth from the apartment to the truck.
Skylar was on her way out. We had opted out of renewing our lease and she was heading to Seattle to take on a new job that would bolster her career and take her to the next level of her pursuits. I would be moving into a one bedroom apartment and continuing on with life as I knew it…except it would be without Skylar. It would be without my best friend and, well, let’s face it, my fuck buddy.
“Is that everything?” Skylar asked.
I nodded my head without taking my gaze away from the stack of boxes. Reaching up, I grabbed the handle and gave it a sharp tug down and then latched the door in place. It was time to go now.
We walked back into the apartment. Opening the door to the barren walls and the lack of small furniture was a moment that needed to be taken in. Skylar had furnished the apartment with things like side tables and pictures for the walls. For as “one of the boys” as she could be, Skylar knew how to make a living space very appealing. When she had moved in, my place ceased to be a bachelor pad. It was a home. It was our home.
“Are you mad at me?” Skylar settled her walk at my side.
The question caused my chest to tighten. Was I mad?
“No, of course not. Why would you ask that?”
“We haven’t talked much since I got the job and I didn’t tell you about the interview.”
She was right, we hadn’t spoken a whole lot since the offer came through. In truth, we hadn’t messed around since she took that phone call either. It would be hard to say that I wasn’t feeling hurt, but I wasn’t mad.
“No, Skylar, I support you all the way.”
Skylar then did something that she wasn’t especially prone to doing: she hugged me. It caught me off guard when she suddenly turned and pressed her face into my chest and wrapped her toned arms tightly under my arms and around my body. I brought my arms to rest on her back and pulled her into me.
“Come on, let’s hit the road.” I said softly.
I grabbed up my duffle bag with my clothes and hygiene products and we exited the apartment. Having the available PTO, I had agreed to help Skylar move to Seattle. It was a ten hour drive and I didn’t want her to make it alone. Her dad had offered to fly down and make the trip, but I let Skylar know that wouldn’t be necessary. It was important for me see my best friend off on this new adventure.
We got in the truck and started on our way. True to form, it took Skylar less than an hour to fall asleep, curled up in her seat and leaning against the window with her pillow tucked against the seat back. I was used to making drives like this by myself, so it wasn’t a big deal. I slipped headphones into my ear and listened to music for a while before switching to a ChooseFI podcast and then to an audiobook after that. None of it was all that important, but it was a good way to keep my mind occupied.
We drove for seven hours before calling it quits; the additional three hours could wait until morning. The hotel I chose was nice and had a lot of room in the parking lot for the truck. It was by no means a five-star hotel, but it had a clean look to it that Skylar and I both agreed on. Parking the truck and taking our small travel bags, we headed inside. The gentleman at the desk greeted us immediately.
“Hello, needing a room?” He asked in a downright proper professional voice.
“Yes, please,” I responded.
He looked down at his computer and began to tap away at the keys for a few seconds before reestablishing eye contact with me.
“Would you like one bed or two?” He asked.
Oh fuck. I hadn’t even considered this. Do we still sleep together? Had we ever actually *slept* together? No, not really. But what is the correct answer now? I stumbled over my words looking for a response.
“Right, uh…number of beds..t—tw”
“One. One…bed,” Skylar cut me off and made the decision. Her hand reached up and brushed my arm softly. I think this was her way of telling me that things were okay between us.
We received our room key and promptly headed there, ready to call it a night. It didn’t take long for Skylar to strip into her underwear and dive into the king sized bed we were given. She was wearing a matching set, dark blue bra and dark blue panties. It wasn’t anything lacy or especially sexy, but it made her ass look amazing. I proceeded to strip down into my black boxers and then retreated into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth.
“I probably should have done that, huh?” Skylar called from the bed.
“Done what?” I asked as I spit the toothpaste into the sink.
“That. Brushed my teeth.”
“Yeah, probably. You’re gross.” I said playfully.
Skylar appeared in the doorway a few seconds later and squeezed by me, essentially shoving me out of the bathroom, so she could brush her teeth.
I went and laid on my side of the bed, playing a game of chess on my phone before it was time for lights out. Skylar came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and shut off the lights before climbing into bed. She didn’t act shy at all. Her body immediately came close to mine and her head rested back against my shoulder. I turned into her and placed my hand on her thigh, letting my face sink into her hair, which had a citrus scent.
My hand began to slide up and down on her toned thigh, wanting to just feel. She let out a light and contented moan. I continued my action for about fifteen minutes until I slowly began to drift into sleep. Skylar’s movement brought me back to full alertness, however, as she turned toward me and pulled my hand that was running up and down on her thigh to the cotton softness of her panties. My hand rested on her pussy as her left hand found my face and pulled me in for a deep kiss. My right hand immediately went to work, rubbing Skylar over her panties with additional pressure than what I had been doing on her thigh. She began to let out little moans as her legs spread and I felt the wetness seeping through. My dick became instantly hard. Skylar’s focus, while enjoying the activity near her pussy, seemed to be squarely focused on kissing me, though. Even in the darkness of the hotel room, I could tell she was looking at me and she didn’t let her lips stay away from mine for too long. The kisses were deep, they were passionate, and they were long.
My hand maintained a steady rhythm of rubbing before I latched a thumb onto the waistline of her panties and pulled them down. With some assistance from her kicking her legs, I pulled them all the way off. My hand returned quickly to its duty of making Skylar feel good. I pushed two fingers deep inside of her, causing her to moan into the kiss she was giving me. I pulled her closer, my hand acting as a divider between my dick and her pussy. She pulled her lips away from me and immediately buried her face into my chest, letting out breathy moans. It was in that moment that her legs tensed around my hand, locking it in place, and she let out a load but muffled moan. Skylar’s whole body seized in the rushing orgasm and then released. I kissed the top of her head and pulled my fingers out of her.
I distanced myself from her a few inches, figuring that was that. She obviously did not agree. Skylar began kissing me quickly and passionately as she rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me.
*One bed, Mr. Hotel Clerk. One bed will do just fine.*
Skylar’s hands disappeared behind her back for only a few seconds as her bra loosened and fell from her chest. She grabbed it and tossed it on the floor. Her firm boobs captured my attention even in the darkness of the room.
“You didn’t think I was going to sleep with that on, did you?”
“I don’t know, you might be a psychopath like that.”
I reached down and pulled my boxers down and, likewise as she had done, kicked them from my body. Skylar placed my dick in the hairless separation of her pussy lips and began to slide back and forth. From what I could see, her hands were running through her hair, pushing it back. She wanted all of her weight bearing down on the point of pleasure. I reached forward and grabbed her by her hips to pull her back and forth quicker and with more direct intensity. She began moaning again, loudly this time. Finally, she reached down and grabbed my dick tight in her hand. I let out a gasp as my head drove back into the pillow. I knew what came next.
Skylar positioned the tip of my dick against her opening and lowered herself slowly down the length. She let out a moan with her mouth, as though she had just tasted something that satisfied a hunger. The skin on skin contact of my dick inside of her felt nothing less than amazing. This wasn’t like the other times with Skylar. Her rhythm wasn’t fast or aggressive, it was sensual. Skylar rocked back and forth on my dick taking in every inch of me. Her hands found their resting place on my chest as she lifted her hips and then drove them back down with a slow intensity. She lowered her upper body to meet my face again and continued kissing me. Her tongue pushed between her lips and into my mouth. Our tongues began to dance around each other as my hand applied pressure to the back of her head.
Skylar’s riding pace picked up slightly to match the pace of our kissing one another. It may not have been very long, it’s hard to say, but my body embraced the full pleasure of what was happening and my release was building up. My left hand quickly grabbed Skylar’s ass and pulled her down to meet the upward drive of my hips. I wanted to — no, needed to— be as deep inside of her as possible when…suddenly, the shooting pulses of my cum entering her body began. Skylar exhaled deeply in the same instance that my body tensed and I let out a loud moan and then shrank back into the mattress. She stayed there a moment. My softening dick was still inside of her, but her head was rested on top of my shoulder. I could feel her warm breath running up my neck and past my ear.
“Thank you,” she spoke quietly, almost in a whisper.
I turned my head toward her, causing her to lift her head, and kissed her gently. She eventually lifted herself off me and rolled back to her side of the bed. I cuddled up behind her, my hand positioning itself between her boobs and my dick directly against her ass. Sleep came for us both quickly after that.
The next morning, we took our time getting ready. Skylar walked around in her underwear, doing her hair and makeup after a shower. I, being the exact opposite of a morning person that I am, laid in bed an extra hour before finally getting up. We dressed and ate breakfast in the hotel lobby before finishing the final three hours of our trip. The plan was that we would get there and get lunch with her parents before continuing on to her new apartment and beginning the move in process. Skylar had asked her parents to come help unpack after she and I had gotten the chance to unload everything. My flight back home was scheduled for tomorrow, as I had to be back at work the following day, so I assume Skylar wanted to spend time with just me as much as possible before I had to leave.
Skylar didn’t sleep in the truck for the final stretch. She stayed awake and played on her phone quietly for most of the trip. In the final hour, she removed her headphones.
“I’m scared,” she told me.
“What are you scared of?”
“What if I don’t do well in this new job and just can’t cut it? Then I upended my whole life for nothing.”
“Skylar, you’ve excelled in everything you’ve ever put your mind to. You’re going to do amazing.”
She pulled the cross-strap of the seatbelt over her head and leaned across the seat to lay her head on my shoulder. She had every right to be scared, but fear of not doing well was simply not going to be an issue. She didn’t move until we arrived at the restaurant her parents had given us the address too. Seattle was a beautiful city with a vibrant culture all around. It was more than just the Space Needle that you see on the postcards. The atmosphere seemed welcoming and creative. It also held small businesses within its bustling streets, providing a good blend. The restaurant we arrived at was one such place.
I won’t bore you with the details of sitting at lunch with Skylar’s parents. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and talked at length about Skylar’s new job. They asked how my job was going and how my parents were. And, of course, they asked if Skylar and I were dating. The reality of the matter is this: I absolutely hate small talk. Skylar’s parents are experts at small talk. I swear, they have degrees in small talk.
The true relief came when Skylar picked up her phone as her dad was talking to me about the state of the economy, as my eyes slowly rolled into the back of my head.— My brain looks beautiful from that upside down view, by the way.— She typed on her phone for about 45 seconds and then set it down gently. My phone then buzzed quietly on the table about 5 seconds later. I lifted it up 20 seconds after that while pardoning my attention from her dad.
**Text Message: Skylar** read across my screen. I swiped my thumb up, letting the Face ID scan and unlock my phone. As I sat across from Skylar’s parents, a picture of their daughter bent over in lacy black lingerie —in what was unmistakably our old living room— flashed up on my screen. I instinctively angled the phone away from anyone who could potentially see as my dick began to grow hard in my pants.
The text message was straight to the point, “Let’s go, we have a truck to unload…and I need you to help me break in the new place.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I set my phone down and let her dad reach his conclusion to telling me about investing in a good index fund to save for retirement, stuff I already knew and was already doing, and then proceeded to check my phone again to “check the time.” My word, how had it gotten so late? We really had to be going. It was great seeing them. I’m sure I’d be visiting soon and we just had to get dinner the next time I was in town. Thanks for all the investing advice, and I really enjoyed discussing Seattle weather.
Her parents covered the bill, all the while asking if they were sure we didn’t need any help. We didn’t. We excused ourselves and headed to the truck. It would take about twenty minutes to get to her new apartment, plenty of time to start teasing her a bit.
“You must think you’re so clever,” I told her as we buckled our seatbelts and I turned on the truck and pulled out from the parking lot.
“Usually,” she retorted with a proud voice.
My right hand reached across the seat and landed on her thigh. It didn’t take long for her jean-covered legs to spread for me as my hand slid down and began to apply pressure against her pussy through the pants. She began to let out soft moans as her legs gently closed on my hand. Two fingers pressed intently, rubbing up and down. For twenty minutes, I drove one handed and drove Skylar crazy one-handed.
We arrived at her new apartment, which had a beautiful complex. I parked in front of the office while Skylar jumped out and went inside to get the keys. She had signed the lease via fax, because apparently that’s still a thing, so all she had to do was show up now. She returned to the truck about five minutes later and directed me to the building her apartment was located in.
“Get your ass inside, I have work to do on you,” She commanded in a playful yet stern voice.
I leaned in close enough to suggest I may kiss her before letting a half-smile crack across my face, “Nope. We have a truck to unload.”
Skylar let out a frustrated grunt and threw the door open, walking around to the back of the truck. It took a couple of hours to get everything unloaded and set the boxes in the area Skylar wanted them to be. Her new apartment was a one bedroom, not nearly as large as ours had been. But it was more modern in style than ours. The floors were all dark cherry hardwood, no carpet. The cabinets were a dark cherry too. Her bathroom was pretty big and luxurious with a rainfall shower. The walls were pearl white.
“Boy, you spoiled yourself,” I commented as we had walked around the place.
“I make better money than I used to,” she informed me.
Finally we had everything unloaded. Tonight we would be sleeping on her mattress on the floor because neither of us had any intention of setting up her big ass bed. Skylar ordered a pizza from a nearby pizza place that we sat on the floor and ate together. We took time to talk about what life would be like from now on. We assured one another that we’d still talk all the time. I let her know that I would miss her. She let me know that she would miss me. This was my last night seeing my best friend regularly.
It was getting late by the time we had really settled for the night and Skylar decided she needed a shower. She dug through box after box to find her towel. I informed her that it was probably in the box titled TWLS. I got hit for that one, but it was worth it. Finally, she found her towels and wash cloths and retreated into her bathroom. We located her shower curtain and set that up next. Skylar didn’t bother to look for her body wash or shampoo, she just wanted to rinse off after all the moving. I’m convinced she just wanted to try her new rainfall shower.
I heard the water kick on as I laid on my stomach on her living room floor playing games on my phone. The game was boring, though, and I had a much better game I could be playing. I stood to my feet and walked through her bedroom to the bathroom. Testing the door handle, I found she had left it unlocked.
*If you’re home, you’re available —* The words she had uttered all those months ago played on my mind. I turned the handle and entered the bathroom that Skylar had done a great job of steaming up with the hot water pouring over her naked body. She didn’t hear me come in, or she did and just didn’t say anything, as I quietly shut the door and began to take off my clothes. One by one, the articles of clothing met the floor. I walked up to the shower and pulled the curtain away to reveal Skylar’s toned wet body. Her hands pushed her hair back as she looked over at me and got that mischievous smile.
“Took you long enough,” she turned away and placed both hands on the inner wall of the shower, providing a perfect view of her ass with the water running over it to me.
I stepped into the shower and let the water fall against my skin. Sure enough, Skylar had it set to a nice reasonable temperature of molten fucking lava. My body tensed up as it got used to the feeling of the water before slowly relaxing and letting it actually feel good. I leaned into her, my hard dick pressing into her ass cheeks as my hands reached up to cup her tits. I pushed against her body causing her face to be pressed firmly against the wall. Skylar arched her back and began rocking her ass into my body. My hands slid down from her boobs to her pussy which, uncharacteristically, had the beginning of some stubble. It was a welcome change to her normal clean shaven presentation. If it was there the night before, I hadn’t noticed. The feel of the budding hair was unique against the finger tips.
I began to rub her clit in slow circular motions. It didn’t take us long to go to ground. The stimulation to her clit caused her knees to partially buckle and I used the opportunity to force her down. Her head was under the flow of the water as I positioned her on her hands and knees. The water pushed down on her short hair, partially covering her face. I positioned myself behind her and pushed my way deep inside of her. Her moans were loud, echoing against the walls of the tub we were in. I bet her new neighbors would be thrilled to hear her. I drove myself back and forth against her, the water providing plenty of lubrication as I took Skylar for what might be the last time. She lowered herself to let her face rest against the floor of the tub, the water running down her back and past her face. My hands dug hard into her hip pockets and pulled her back into me with force. Skylar’s moans began to take on a screaming aspect.
I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up. For a moment, she rode against me in reverse cowgirl, the water falling directly onto her face, before I pulled her further back. Her back laid against my chest as I positioned my legs to hold hers apart. Her hips rocked back and forth quickly with my dick still halfway inside of her. I could feel the water hitting against her waist and running down between her legs and over my dick.
“Choke me,” she let out in an absolutely entranced voice.
“What?” I don’t know why I asked, but I did.
“I want to you choke me.”
My hand reached up and found its resting place around her throat. I began to squeeze hard on the sides of her neck. Her hips began bucking even harder as her mouth switched from moans to a gasping and gurgling sound. Skylar found her balance and rhythm and was taking me for a ride now. Her hands were positioned at my sides as she leaned back against my lounging body. My left hand raised up and began to rub her pussy lips side to side with three fingers. All the stimulation proved too much for her. Skylar’s body seized up as she moaned through the restricted airway and then altogether stopped moving other than her heavy breathing. My hand left her throat and rested on her hip as she began to place all her weight back down on me.
It didn’t take long for my body to follow suit. Skylar began to rock her hips again, but by now it was time for me to unload in her. I began pumping upward as much as I could as I felt it coming on. I wanted my cum to flow inside of her. My body tensed as I felt my dick release every drop of cum. I let out of a loud moan in sync with her lighter moan, as she felt my hot cum fill her. My dick slid out of her as it softened. Her body didn’t move. We both laid there under the running water for what seemed like hours. It was an experience to just get lost in, Skylar laying with her back against me and my hands running up and down her hips and sides.
“Your water bill is going to be high as fuck this month,” I said in a playful voice.
“You sure know how to ruin a moment,” She replied.
A few minutes later, she sat up and turned off the water.
We went to bed after that shower. It was safe to say that we were both exhausted from traveling, moving boxes, and fucking. Skylar and I laid her mattress in the middle of her bedroom floor. We covered ourselves with her blanket and immediately began to cuddle. As we laid there, I kissed her back gently for the first few minutes. There would be no more intense play tonight, just something gentle to finish out our time together. My right hand slid down the back of her shorts over her ass and stopped at the opening of her pussy. My left arm was positioned under her neck, wrapping around her chest and holding her close and tight.
I slid one finger inside of her and just moved it back and forth slowly, gently. I was falling asleep and the rhythm of my hand making her feel good was almost therapeutic and calming. I felt Skylar’s arm move after about four or five minutes and my right hand was greeted by hers. It covered my hand for a second and I stopped moving my finger back and forth, figuring she wanted me to stop. Her middle finger and her thumb grabbed my ring finger and pulled it to her opening to join my middle finger. I pushed the second finger in and continued my rhythm back and forth inside of her. She let out soft, tired moans.
A few minutes later, her hand traveled down the length of her body again and met my hand once more. This time she grabbed my pointer finger in the exact same manner as she did my ring finger. She positioned it at her opening and I pushed a third finger deep inside of her. It was a calm motion back and forth, and I did it for at least 45 minutes. Skylar’s body seized up at one point, feeling the wave of her orgasm rushing over her. I stopped my fingers moving when that happened, but she reached down and began moving them herself again, so I continued. We didn’t say a word on that mattress in the middle of her floor, and I fell asleep with three fingers inside of Skylar that night.
The next day arrived far too quickly. We didn’t need to set an alarm, my flight was in mid-afternoon. I had time to lounge around a bit and help Skylar unpack some boxes. I would have to return the truck to U-Haul and then Uber to Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, which is entirely too long of a name for an airport if you ask me.
Skylar was quiet the entire morning. It seemed as though she was looking for work to do that didn’t involve being in the same room as me. I had asked her if anything was wrong and gotten the usual answer that everything was fine. Women may think men are dumb, but we’re not that dumb. Okay, some of us are that dumb. We worked diligently to unpack as much as possible before I needed to leave, but the time was finally arriving.
“I have to go soon,” I informed her.
“Yeah,” another of her one-word responses that had made up the majority of this morning.
“Skylar, you can talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.”
I almost dropped the conversation, feeling totally deflated and unable to communicate with her.
“I just—” she continued, “I’m sad you have to go so soon.”
It hit hard to hear that from her, and in that moment it registered with me that the time had finally arrived for us to part. She wouldn’t make eye contact, but I looked at her. Skylar had such a way of becoming laser-focused on whatever task was in front of her. She knew, of course, that I was looking at her though.
“I’ll be back to visit soon,” I assured her.
Her hands stopped rifling through the box she had just opened and she became like a statue for a few seconds.
“You’re so dumb,” she finally uttered. It was a Skylar insulting compliment; one she had reserved for me exclusively.
“What did I do?” I said, glancing at the time on my phone.
Skylar stood to her feet and faced me. Her eyes had grown wide and then shut as she blinked away tears. She established eye contact with me again, her face was pained…or maybe it was the fear she had mentioned.
“What’s wrong, Skylar?”
“I love you,” She said, very directly and slowly.
My chest tightened at the words she said so rarely. “I love you too,” I responded.
“God, no, you’re so dumb!” She raised her voice as tears began to run down her cheeks, “I. Love. You. I am in love with you. And all I want is for us to stay together, but my life is here now and yours is back home. And I’m afraid because we’re going to grow distant, and that’s going to hurt. We’ve never lived this far from one another; you’ve always taken care of me. We started fucking around because it was fun, but things have just felt so right. But I can’t throw away my dream job for that! …I have to do this.”
Her voice was frantic and I was caught entirely off guard. The truth was, she was absolutely right. Things did feel right between us. It did hurt knowing we’d be so far away from one another and that we’d have to pick up our lives individually and move on. And I loved her too. It took me a long while to realize that, but there came a point where I realized Skylar was the right fit. We had had our fun messing around at my parents’ house. Messing around in Hazel’s bathroom…messing around WITH Hazel. But all of it was part of a deeper connection we’d had.
“Skylar, I—“
“You have to go or you’re going to miss your flight,” She said in a calm, resolved tone.
She approached me and wrapped her arms around me tightly which I reciprocated. She began to usher me towards the door which my bag and the keys to the truck were set beside. I turned my body to face the pearl white door, stooping down to grab up my bag and take the keys into my right hand. I stared at the handle for a few seconds before reaching my left hand up to grab it.
A decision had to be made in that moment. My grip tightened on the door handle as I took a deep breath. I stopped. My grip loosened. Another deep breath.
“And what if I stay?”
THE END
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