I was home watching late tv when I heard a knock on the door of my appartment - it was really late and there was a girl at the door looking for Jake. I told her that I had just moved in last month and did not know any Jake - she was staring me down as I had answered the door in my boxer underwears. I invited her in for a drink and to my surprise she accepted with a big smile.
She was coming home from the bars and told me she did not feel like going home to bed alone. I made her a drink and we both crashed on the couch. After 15 minutes of chit chat, she was touching my body with subtle gestures and I could feel my cock getting hard.
I shut the tv and we went into my bedroom and to my surprise, she totally stripped down to her g-string and pulled off my boxer shorts and we had wild fun sex. We had a good hour of oral sex followed by some intense penetration in every imagineable positions.
She was a pretty cool girl and during the sex she kept making fun of our situation by calling me Jake - as in lick me Jake, harder Jake...ooohh nice Jake !!!
The next morning was a bit awkward but she eventually got dressed, left and gave me her telephone number.
A few days later I looked on the mailboxes downstairs and there was a "Jake" in 406 - I'm in 306 so I guess she had been up there once and could not remember the right floor.
I fucked her for the rest of the summer and never told her that Jake was on the 4th floor. I am not sure that she cared by then.
She was coming home from the bars and told me she did not feel like going home to bed alone. I made her a drink and we both crashed on the couch. After 15 minutes of chit chat, she was touching my body with subtle gestures and I could feel my cock getting hard.
I shut the tv and we went into my bedroom and to my surprise, she totally stripped down to her g-string and pulled off my boxer shorts and we had wild fun sex. We had a good hour of oral sex followed by some intense penetration in every imagineable positions.
She was a pretty cool girl and during the sex she kept making fun of our situation by calling me Jake - as in lick me Jake, harder Jake...ooohh nice Jake !!!
The next morning was a bit awkward but she eventually got dressed, left and gave me her telephone number.
A few days later I looked on the mailboxes downstairs and there was a "Jake" in 406 - I'm in 306 so I guess she had been up there once and could not remember the right floor.
I fucked her for the rest of the summer and never told her that Jake was on the 4th floor. I am not sure that she cared by then.


