Oh, Ollie Introduction - Sex Stories

Oh, Ollie Introduction

... Ollie's beat up mustang pulling in, I saw a not one, not two, but THREE limousines. The driver popped out of the second and wrenched my belongings away from me and into the trunk. Then he pushed me into the limo and into the well-built arms of my best friend. The momentum of the push threw both of us down onto the seat, my body on top of his. My chest pressed against his own, hard one. My lips were barely breathing distance away from his own, his eyes staring into mine. My gaze slowly traveled down past those orbs of hazel, his nose, and eventually found his lips. Memories of his soft, velvet lips on my neck, kissing and sucking, jumped into my mind and I scrambled away from him. "Jumpy aren't we? He said, chuckling. He knocked on the divider and we began to move. "Fuck you. I was practically thrown in here. And since when did you own three limos?" A look of confusion spread across his face. "We've always had them..." "Hold up, you were that rich and you spent time in my shit hole apartment?" I asked, my jaw on the floor. He slid closer to me, and slipped his arm around my shoulder. "Aren't you glad you have a rich friend AB?" He asked, his breath skating across my neck. While this normally wouldn't have effected me pre-cuddle, now my face was the color of a cherry and he noticed. "What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Are you sick?" He tried to place his hand on my head, but I swatted it away and took his arm off of my shoulders. God, was it going to be this awkward living with him?