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De9jaSpirit Originals 2

Unanticipated – Season 1 – Episode 2

Episode 2:

But now she was lying next to him on the couch, draped all over him, in fact. What on Earth had he done to deserve this miraculous turn of fate? Had she got him confused with someone else? He didn’t look anything like Todd…

“Mmm… I like where your hands are,” she said quietly, seductively, and suddenly he realised that one of his hands was up against one of her breasts, while the other – how embarrassing! – had come to rest on one of her inner thighs.

“S-sorry,” he said, pulling his hands away from her.

“No, don’t move them!” she whispered urgently as he put them back where they had been, her mischievous almond-shaped eyes locking on his.

God, he could feel the warmth of her breast, even through her green cotton top and, presumably, her bra. Just the thought of it made his heartbeat quicken. And as for the heat between her thighs, and the forbidden texture of her nylon-covered legs, he only hoped she couldn’t feel the hardness between his own thighs.

“Are you sleepy?” she asked quietly. He could feel her breath against his cheek, she was so close.

“No,” he replied in a similar near-whisper.

“Don’t act so shocked,” she smiled again. “Relax. I’ll go if you want me to…”

“No, you don’t have to…” he said, not wanting to act foolish, but not wanting her to leave, enjoying every unexpected moment of this closeness.

“Thought so,” she said, sounding genuinely contented. “I’m not drunk, you know.”


“Not really. Or only a little. So you don’t have to feel like you’d be taking advantage of me.”

He couldn’t help but shiver, though not from the cold. Was she really saying what he thought she was? He felt her shuffle a little moving slightly against him. And now, he realised his hand was higher on her thigh, in fact he suspected that it was now wedged against her crotch. He could sense the increased warmth there, centring on what should be her most personal area.

Damn! What had he done to deserve this? Was he dreaming?

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said. “You know, I’ve been after you for ages.” She said. What?

“What? I thought you were with Todd!” How could she have been after him for ages? She was out of his league! The world had gone mad.

“I was never with Todd. He might have liked to think so, but he’s a slimeball. I’ve been trying to catch your eye all night, Tom!”

“I didn’t realise.”

“Men! You miss even the most obvious signals! I can’t believe I had to jump on you to get you to notice me… I had to down three shots to work up the courage!”

Tom’s world was reeling, as though he was the one who had just downed three shots. She really wanted him? It was unbelievable. His heart was turning circles inside him. But what if this was some elaborate practical joke, primed to humiliate him? Why would someone do that? He wasn’t the most popular guy in the world, but he certainly wasn’t unpopular, and no one held a grudge against him as far as he knew.

“I thought you were way out of my league,” he said earnestly, truthfully, having nothing else to really say to explain himself.

“Out of your league? You’re kidding!” she said, and he felt her hand tracing over his chest, her leg sliding against his affectionately. She really meant it! There was no way she could be pulling a fast one here. Besides, he had his hand right up against her… well, under her skirt. No girl would let a guy do that in something as weak as a practical joke – they’d risk being called all sorts of names if they did. Letting just anyone do this…

“You are single, aren’t you?” Anne asked now.

“Of course,” he said.

“Mmm… not for long, though, I hope…” she kissed him, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek and pull his lips to hers. It was so wonderful, as he brought his own hand up from between her legs – relieved to have a chance to avoid being seen as too forward in that respect, though to some degree he realised he was suffering from poor logic by feeling that way, nervous logic, early relationship logic – to tuck her silky hair behind her ear and trace the incredible softness of her face as he kissed her in return.

He felt her tremble a little as they kissed, exploring each others’ velvety lips, tentative tongues touching, then withdrawing before touching again. So, she was feeling the same kind of nervousness as he was. That, more than any other factor proved to him that she was serious.

The kiss was so amazing, growing gradually in intensity as they both gained in confidence, he’d never experienced anything like it. The chemistry between them was undeniable, even at this early stage, the electricity that sparked between them was sensational.

She was so sweet in every respect, her perfume swirling around him, her soft mouth as their tongues danced together, their hands running through each other’s hair, stroking each other’s face. Even just kissing her, he felt that his cock was completely erect between his thighs, and as her leg moved over his, he could tell she could feel it now – and knowing that only made his heart beat quicker.

“My God, you’re incredible,” she whispered breathlessly as the kiss broke at last.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he grinned, and she followed suit.

“You really think so?” she said.

“Absolutely,” he replied, and kissed her again, now running his hand slowly down her throat, her arched back, her firm but round behind, in awe of her feminine curves. Pulling her close to him, he pressed his hardness against her thigh, provoking a low groan from her even as they continued to kiss.

He felt her hand on his hardness now, gently exploring its shape, tracing its size. She was serious then? He trembled a little, hoping she didn’t notice. God, it hardly seemed real, such an enchanting creature in such intimate contact with him, even through the bright red Santa suit.

“Touch me,” she whispered, and he drew in an involuntary breath – she was serious, then. He moved his hands up under her shirt, caressing her soft, toned stomach and then skimming uncertainly over the rough lace of her bra. He felt her affectionately squeeze his cock through his pants, approving his touch.

Sensing the stiffness of her little nipples pushing against the fragile material, he gently coaxed her small but perfectly formed breasts, a warm feeling spreading throughout his torso as she responded to his attention with quiet moans and deeper breathing. And as his fingers slipped over the top of her bra, dipping down to sample the unbelievable softness beneath, that breathing quickened.

“We should go somewhere…” he whispered, but as his fingers grazed across her sensitive hardened buds, she shook her head.

“There’s no one awake in here but us,” she insisted, and he felt her urgently pressing her crotch against his powerfully erect cock.

“I’m not sure…” he said. The sounds in the kitchen had now gone out, though he hadn’t yet noticed through the incredible distraction lying next to him on the couch, the laughter of the dancing girls had fallen quiet. “What about…” he indicated the kitchen.

“I don’t think there’s anyone in there now,” she whispered. “Wait, I’ll turn out the lights.”

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