EroticReverie

Daphne

I peel at the label on the botte and chew the inside of my lip, suddenly at a loss for words, and not sure if I'm imagining the tension in the air, or if it's actually there. 

"You should come out with us tonight" Roman says setting his beer down, leaning against the counter, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

I turn my eyes up, blinking at him. 

"Where are you guys going?" I ask 

"A club, I know the guys who run it, I could get you in." he says. 

I smile. 

"So sneaky Roman" I say with a little cock of my eyebrow. 

He chuckles. 

"Sure. I guess I am. You want me to have them add you to the guest list?" he asks.

I shrug. "Sure." 

"Cool." he says and pulls his phone of of his pocket and thumbs the screen for a bit then puts the phone on the counter. 

There's more awkward silence again, and it's even more awkward, because me and Roman were never like this before. We always talked, and joked, and never stood in silence like this. 

My phone buzzes with a phone call. I pull mine out of my pocket and answer it. 

"The pizza is here" I whisper to Roman. 

He walks over to the buzzer, and lets the guy in the front door. 

"I'll uh , go tell your brother the pizza is here"  Roman says, walking away as I nod. 

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Roman

I feel like a fucking fool for not knowing how to talk to her. Why am I intimidated by a girl I've known my whole life?

I go to the bathroom quickly first, wash my hands and then knock on Romans door, opening it, finding him sitting on his bed on the phone. He holds up a finger and I nod and leave him in his room, and walk back to the kitchen. 

I stop though, because Daphne is standing there, giggling at the pizza guy, who is smiling at her and talking to her, still holding the fucking pizza box in his hands. 

"Yeah, with my brother and his roommate" she reaches up tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and I hate the way she giggles at whatever he says next, the way she touches his arm, flirting with him.

I walk over and the guy doesn't look from her , until  I push my way in front of her and grab the pizza box. 

"Thanks." I say looking at the guy, who steps back slightly, handing over the pizza box. 

"How much do we owe you?" 

"T-Twenty" the guys says as I glare at him, reaching into my pocket pulling out a 20 and a 5 and handing it to him, stepping back and closing the door. 

"Nice to meet you!" Daphne yells over my shoulder as the door closes. 

"what the hell was that? Do you know him or something?" she asks slapping my back as I turn and carry the pizza into the kitchen. 

"nope." I say and set the box down. 

"you were kinda rude to him" she says as I grab us plates and set them on the counter. 

"Oh no...do you think that means he wont ask me to prom?" I cock my head. 

Daphne narrows her eyes. 

"Ok smartass" she says and laughs slightly, dropping my quick small bout of jealousy against the pizza delivery guy. 

she pulls a slice of pizza from the box, and bites it before even setting it on her plate. 

She groans and closes her eyes as she chews , and fuck, the sound she makes has my dick reacting. 

I quickly sit at the small table, hiding my growing erection as she takes her second bite, making another satisfied moan. 

"This is so good!" she says smacking her lips and licking them. I watch her tongue swipe at the grease and little bit of sauce on her lips. 

Fuck. Am I into watching girls eat ? Is this my new kink? I look away, grabbing my pizza and taking a bite. 

"God, Im soo hungry" she says, and licks her lips again before taking another bite. 

"I love pizza" she says as she chews. "Pizza is better than sex" she adds. 

i stop chewing and my hand freezes in the middle of lifting the pizza to my mouth.  I give her a look, raising my brow, pretending that she doesnt already have my dick hard. 

She giggles. "Well, it is." she grins and licks her lips once again, and fuck I want to suck on her lower lip and bite it so bad, but instead I bite into the pizza and then chew. 

"If pizza is better than the sex you're having, perhaps you need to find someone to change that for you" I say and now it's her turn to pause chewing and look at me. 

Her pupils dilate and she starts to chew again slowly, looking at me. 

"Nothing.." she says matter of factly. "Is better than pizza." she says , her eyes are playful and she takes another bite and chewing with a satisfied smile on her face. 

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Daphne

After eating dinner and avoiding close quarters with Roman, I head to my room to start to unpack a few things. 

My brother tried to argue me going with them to the club, stating i'd be a cock blocker. But after enough glaring and dirty looks he gave in an agreed to let me come. 

After unpacking a bit I start to get ready, tired from the drive of the day and the unpacking and moving, but I refuse to miss out on a chance to get all dolled up. 

The dress I choose in a white halter dress. The straps are thin and tie behind my neck, the white fabric dips low, draping from one breast to the other. The hem is a few inches above my knee, but the slit on each side goes all the way up to my hips. 

With my back bare, and it being the middle of winter I decide to at least leave my hair down. So I curl it lightly, and comb my hands through it, lettings the curls loosen. I pin back one side with a small silver barrette. 

My makeup is already done. I did a dark smoky eye, with winged liner, and mascara, and added some fake lashes. Because, why not? I add a little blush to my cheeks and put on a lip plumping gloss and then grab a matching small white clutch purse and shove my phone and i.d, and money into it. 

My brother is calling me from the hall telling me to hurry.

"One sec!" I yell back and slip on a pair of plain white Loubs that my ex bought me, which ended up being a guilt gift, after I found out he fucked one of my best friends. I refused to let that memory taint my favorite pair of shoes. 

With the heel's I had to easily be at least 6ft, although I never measured myself in my heels. It was intimidating to men, but I gave zero fucks, because my legs were long, and they were hot, and if they couldn't handle a tall woman, that said enough about them to know to not waste my time on them. 

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Roman

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. There was no way to hide the jaw drop that came from seeing Daphne coming into the hall wearing that barely there dress, her cleavage on full fucking display. My cock twitched in my dark black dress pants, and I suddenly felt the need to unbutton one more button on my long sleeved black dress shirt. 

"What the hell are you wearing?" her brother asked from my side. He sounded mad, and shit, if I was her brother, thank god I'm not, I wouldn't want her walking around dressed like that...like a fucking hot angel from every mans dreams. 

"It's called a dress Robert" she says using his full name and rolling her eyes as her heels click across the hardwood in the entry way standing there looking at us. 

"You need to change." he says. 

"Fuck off Rob..I'm 21" she says.

"Twenty" he counters.

She rolls her eyes again, and thankfully neither of them are paying attention to me at all as they argue, cause I still havent picked my jaw up from the floor as my eyes take in her fucking legs, and the slit of her dress on each side. Fuck, is she wearing panties? She can't be. And there's no way she's wearing a bra. I look at her exposed upper midriff, the way the dress hangs off one breast to the other , the way those thin straps hang around her neck keeping that dress from falling down and possibly giving me an experience likely to seeing God. Jesus. She looked good. 

"Well, stay here and be your own fucking cock block then." She says with a shrug and then looks at me, thankfully just as my eyes reach her face. Her big light brown eyes looking at me. 

"Ready Roman?" she asks, and slips her hand through my arm, hitching her arm to mine and pulls me to the door. 

"Fucking hell." Robert mumbles and follows us out the door. 

After we're in the Uber I fight the urge to look over at Daphne, squeezed between me and her brother. But I let my eyes fall to her knees and thighs, as her dress slips just a little higher from sitting. 

15 minutes later we're getting out of the Uber and I don't miss the guy driving, turning around to peek at Daphne's ass as she exits the car. I slide into his line of vision. 

"Keep your eyes where they belong if you want a tip pal" I say quietly.

His eyes widen and he nods. "Sorry man." he says and I grunt slightly and exit the car. 

Daphne is standing waiting for me, and her miserable brother is already cutting the line and getting inside. 

She dances on her heels, shivering, the slight wind blowing her hair and her dress, but she places a hand on the front of her dress, holding it with her purse, pressed against her, the other on her ass. She laughs. 

"Hurry!" she squeals. "I'm freezing." 

I can't help but grin, because it's very apparent that she's freezing, her rock hard nipples teasing my dick through her dress make that very obvious. I groan internally.  Not even 24 hours living with her, not even 12, and I'm right back to my obsession with my best friends little sister. Back to being kids, wanting to claim her just like I did at six years old when I told her I was going to marry her, announcing it to our families. 

I put my arm around her pulling her to my side, running my hand up and down her arm, because I don't have a coat to give her, and if I had half a brain, I would've brought one for her. She still shivers once the bouncer lets us through. The pounding of the music in the entrance, making the walls shake slightly. 

Walking beside her , I let myself look down the front of her, an almost birds eye view of her cleavage. Still able to see her nipples pointing forward, as if they're signaling our way. My dick jumps in my pants, thinking about how good those would feel against my tongue. 

"So how do you know the guys that own the place?" She asks as we walk the carpeted hall along the side of the building towards the door at the back. 

"Just from coming here." I reply and nod to the guy at the door to the main entrance of the club. 

"Oh" she answers as the guy at the door cocks his brow at me slightly, fighting a slight smile as he looks over the girl under my arm. He just saw me with my ex a few nights ago, dirty fuck probably thinks i'm a cheating bastard. I let him think it, because it's one less person who thinks that Daphne is available. Regardless of her status, she's NOT.