My new life: Moving In - Sex Stories

My new life: Moving In

... angry. “Jesus, is he going to be okay?” Clara asked. “He thinks so, they weren't using very dangerous viruses to start with, so it’s more of a precaution.” “Men,” Sophie huffed. “They’ll do anything to get out of working.” “Ha!” Abbie laughed. “This from the girl who took off work because, and I quote, ‘She needed more time to heal from a botched manicure.’” “Hey now,” Sophie put her hands on her hips trying to look serious. “That so-called professional completely forgot to do my right hand pinky. How am I supposed to work when I can’t use my right hand when it's unbalanced?” Finally she could no longer keep the look of mock seriousness on her face and she broke out laughing. “Okay, okay, I was only joking.” Before we’d finished laughing, there was a knock at the door. “Pizza’s here!” Sophie shouted as she rushed to the door happy to get away from the laughter. “Money’s on the counter!” I called after her. Five minutes later she finally returned. “Geeze, Sophie, what did you do? Blow the guy for a tip?” Clara asked. “Shut up, I don’t give tips like that!” Sophie snapped back playfully. “I got Felix some help for moving the heavy stuff.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “Brad, that’s the delivery boy, is waiting downstairs to help move the TV, dresser, couch, and table up here.” “Holy hell!” I exclaimed. “How’d you get him to agree to that?” “I just said I didn't give blowjobs as tips. I didn't say He never got one.” She laughed as she brought her fingers to her mouth ...

... and sucked on them one at a time. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself. 'She's my friend. She's my friend.' I repeated silently to keep my thoughts under control. Abbie however responded immediately, “Slut.” “Prude,” Sophie shot back. “Hey, at least now we don’t have to carry the heavy stuff. Without David, we might've had to do the lifting, not just the unpacking. What are you waiting for Felix? Get moving stud. We'll wait to eat until you get back." I sighed and shook my head as I walked past her. Brad and I were finished carrying the heavy stuff in under thirty minutes. I still had boxes to bring up, but all the furniture was now in the apartment. If you ignored all the cardboard boxes, it was actually starting to look like a home in which I could live comfortably. I took the elevator back down to the lobby with Brad. I gave him a handshake and offered him twenty dollars. “Thanks for doing that, I figured I should pay you for your help. I imagine you didn't agree to do it for free.” He muttered a thank you all while avoiding eye contact. Dear God, had Sophie actually gone down on him? I gave him a pat on the back then went back up to my apartment. We all ate at the dining room table, thanks to Brad's help in carrying. Abbie and I shared the pepperoni-sausage pizza while Sophie and Clara shared the Hawaiian pizza. We chatted about old times, new plans, current jobs, just about anything that came to mind. Even after we’d finished eating, we sat around just ...