The following is a sexy short story inspired by an incident involving a former roommate of mine and a significant dent in a wall that required an awkward conversation with the landlord. Once you read the story, you’ll understand why. Enjoy!
“So long, first apartment. I’ll miss you,” said Tyler Avery in a distant, but resigned tone.
“Technically, it’s a dorm room, Ty,” said Lindsey Bailey, his bemused girlfriend of the past two years.
“Call it whatever you want. It’ll always have a special place in my heart.”
“Despite the moldy showers and lousy heating?”
“Especially because of the moldy showers and lousy heating.”
It might have been a strange sentiment to have, holding an undersized and unremarkable apartment in such high regard. Tyler certainly didn’t blame his girlfriend for being eager to move out the day after they graduated college. However, he couldn’t help but have some personal attachment to his first ever home away from home.
“This is where I finally grew into who I wanted to be,” Tyler said to himself. “I got to reinvent myself within these walls. I became someone I could never have been anywhere else.”
Walking through the now-empty dwelling, running his fingers along the cold white walls, Tyler recalled the man he’d been the day he first arrived as an overwhelmed freshman. He came from a small town where the idea of going to college was more a daydream than a realistic goal. The only reason he’d been able to attend was because he got a baseball scholarship. While that made him the envy of many back home, he was not the least bit prepared for what and who he would find.
Growing up, he had little say in his living situation. He’d grown up in a small house with three siblings. They shared a bedroom, a bathroom, and pretty much everything else. Nobody could ever claim that a particular space was their own. There just wasn’t enough of it to go around. Even his first baseball glove had previously belonged to his father. The idea of actually having a place to call his own seemed so radical at first.
Then, he arrived on campus and moved into his first place, a dorm building that catered specifically to student athletes. It was such a strange experience, living by himself after living with his family for so long. He remembered nights being so eerily quiet, so much so that he couldn’t sleep. It left him alone with his thoughts for hours on end, contemplating things he’d never thought about before.
In doing so, Tyler learned something about himself. The first thing he learned was that he needed to become his own person. The second was that he didn’t like living alone. That ultimately played a major role in how Lindsey entered his life.
“Remember the first night I invited you here?” Tyler pondered as he walked around the empty living room.
“Of course I do,” Lindsey said with a coy grin. “You tried to sound so confident, but failed in the most adorable way possible.”
“That’s because I was nowhere near as confident as my batting average, as the time,” he said. “I was still on my own, learning how to live my own life and make my own choices. Where I come from, you don’t get those kinds of choices.”
“It probably helped that you were a handsome young athlete,” she said, still standing in the foyer. “Guess that makes me lucky because you chose to share your life with me.”
“It wasn’t luck from my perspective. Being here, a star athlete on scholarship with his own place, I had a lot of choices thrown at me…including some very bad ones that could’ve taken me down a very nasty path.”
“You referring to that guy who tried to sell you Adderall your sophomore year? Or the cheerleader who offered to suck your dick for every home run you hit?”
“Among many others,” Tyler said, shaking his head in amazement at some of the choices he’d avoided. “You were the first I dared to let in…not just in terms of seeing my first place, but personally as well. I brought you here at a time when I knew I didn’t want to be alone, but I also knew I didn’t want to make the wrong choice.”
“And I’m glad I chose to go with you,” Lindsey said in a more serious tone, “and not just because this place was a step up from my dorm. I knew when I saw you that you were a good, but conflicted soul…the kind of soul you don’t expect to find in some hotshot athlete.”
“You think I’m a hotshot?” Tyler said with a snicker.
“No, I think you’re much more than that.”
Tyler smiled as he stood in the far corner of the living room, just next to the window that overlooked the campus courtyard. Lindsey walked over and joined him, standing next to him and pulling him into a light embrace. He welcomed the feeling. It also helped him recall just how much his life changed after he met her.
A lot of that change took place within the barren walls that now surrounded him. While Lindsey wasn’t the first girlfriend he’d ever had, she’d been the most impactful, by far. Unlike him, she’d come from a less isolated part of the state, having grown up in a less cramped household in which she had her own room, her own stuff, and her own place to grow. Being with her, even before he fell in love with her, taught him a lot about forging his own path.
Their romance did not happen all at once. In fact, she’d been dating someone else when they first met. Growing closer to her made getting together an easy transition, albeit one that got passionate very quickly. It made lonely nights less lonely and helped him envision life beyond simply escaping his isolated home town.
Then, there were all the intimate moments they’d shared together. Looking around, Tyler could point out all the places and circumstances in which they’d made love. Those were among his most cherished memories. Leaving them behind, despite knowing a better apartment awaited him and Lindsey, was bittersweet.
“You always were the sentimental type,” Lindsey told him. “It’s just one of the many things I love about you.”
“Thanks,” he said, giving her waist an affectionate squeeze. “You’ve always helped me keep things in perspective, Lindsey. You help me keep my feet on the ground, my ego in check, and my heart beating strong.”
“You don’t always make it easy on me, but you’ve always made it worth the effort.”
“And I want to keep doing that. I want to move forward in my life…a life I want to share with you.”
“Damn it, Tyler. Now you’re making me sentimental for this place too,” she said.
“Why shouldn’t it be? This was, after all, the place in which I chose to share my life with someone. For the first time, in a space I could call me own, I opened my heart and my front door to someone. I had no idea what to expect…whether I was making a mistake or setting myself up for heartache. In the end, that choice and this place gave me something precious…something I’ll always treasure, no matter where we live from here on out.”
Tyler hadn’t expected to get so emotional while standing in an empty apartment. Now, Lindsey was getting worked up too, burying her face in his shoulders to hide any tears she might have shed. She never hid them very well, but that didn’t stop Tyler from holding her close, resting his chin on her shoulder and reflecting on their looming future.
“I want to share that life too,” Lindsey told him. “I’m not used to thinking beyond my next class, my next job, or even my next rent payment, but I want to entertain the possibilities, damn it!”
“Glad I could affect your thinking as much as you affected mine,” said Tylor with loving grin.
“And to think, it all started here…in this unremarkable dorm with sub-par plumbing.”
“I know. Amazing, isn’t it?”
They shared a good laugh, their shared appreciation of his first apartment growing with every fond memory. Knowing their things were packed and a long drive to their new home awaited them, added more weight to those memories. While he looked forward to making new memories with Lindsey in another home, he intended to cherish the ones he’d made with her thus far.
Together, they lingered near the corner of the empty living room. He kept embracing Lindsey for as long as she needed. She didn’t often get emotional, but when she did, she often needed a little extra intimacy and Tyler was more than happy to provide it. After all, the intimacy they’d shared within the surrounding walls helped forge the intimate connection they now cherished.
Then, when it seemed the emotional venting had passed, Lindsey snaked her arms around his neck and locked her gaze with his. In the process, he saw her eyes take on a new intensity.
“Tyler,” she said to him.
“Yes, Lindsey?” he asked.
“Do me,” she said intently.
Tyler blinked a few times in astonishment, not certain of what he’d just heard. However, the look in her eyes indicated that she was dead serious.
“Right here…in this room…up against the wall,” she said, each word echoing with seductive subtext. “Do me!”
“Is this your idea of making one last fond memory of this place?” Tyler asked her.
“Can it just be because I really love you and I’m really horny right now?”
“Either way works for me!”
With a loving grin and renewed energy, Tyler kissed his wonderful girlfriend on the lips and deepened their intimate embrace. He didn’t bother trying to surmise what inspired her to want sex in an empty apartment. If making love to her was to be their last act within such familiar walls, then Tyler was more than happy to make the most of it.
Their lips entwined and their hands eagerly roaming, Tyler led his lover up against the wall just next to the window. It was somewhat dirty, but that didn’t dissuade Lindsey in the slightest. She still jumped up into his arms, threw her legs around her waist, and began pulling at his shirt.
“Off! Get it off!” she urged.
Tyler gladly obliged, shifting his torso so that she could pull his shirt up off over his head. He returned the favor by taking her shirt off too. She didn’t even mind when he threw it across the room. Their clothes were already dusty and dirty from moving their stuff out into the truck. Getting out of them for a while had more appeal than usual.
“You worked up quite a sweat,” Lindsey commented upon feeling his bare chest.
“I did,” he admitted. “Care to help me work up another?”
She answered by kissing him again and pawing his chest, further stoking his. Since the air conditioner had been turned off, they had even more incentive to get undressed.
Lindsey got out ahead of him, pushing her bra-straps to the side of her shoulders before slipping it off with ease. While Tyler quickly refocused his attention on her exposed breasts, she released her grip on him with her legs so that she could remove her pants. Before he knew it, she was down to a pair of white panties.
“Your turn,” she whispered into his ear seductively.
Before he had a chance to really enjoy her breasts, Lindsey dropped to her knees and undid his belt buckle. As soon as he was unlocked, she pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his rapidly-growing manhood from its confines. Before he even stepped out of his sneakers, she grasped his hardened member with both hands.
“Right here, next to this window, is where I gave you your first blowjob,” she told him while stroking his shaft. “We were on the couch, watching the World Series.”
“I remember. God, I remember so well,” Tyler said, already breathless.
“I’ll make sure you remember this too.”
Always a woman of her word, Lyndsey put her oral sex skills to good use. She once bragged she could suck a dick as well as he could hit an inside fastball. At the time, it was a hell of a claim, but she once again proved herself.
With perfect blend of passion and lust, she sucked along his masculine flesh, her soft lips and slithering tongue stimulating every nerve. Tyler had to lean against the nearby wall just to stay upright, moaning intently as she drew him into a state of complete arousal.
“Damn, that feels good!” he gasped. “Almost as good as when we did it in the kitchen…up against the fridge.”
“Mmm…almost?” Lindsey said, briefly gazing up from his lower body.
“Just giving us a reason to make this time really count.”
“And it’s a damn good reason.”
Still flexing her intimate skills, Lindsey gave his shaft one last lick before rising back up to her feet. From there, Tyler took charge. She’d given him so many wonderful experiences in the apartment. He was determined to give her something extra special.
“Up against the wall,” he said in a deep, manly tone.
She looked back at him with a captivated glance, as though he’d just triggered the most intense arousal she’d ever experienced. Lindsey once told him that her biggest turn-on was a man who seized initiative during sex. Being an athlete and a competitor, Tyler was in a better position than most to get her feminine juices flowing.
Grabbing her waist with his powerful arms, he turned his half-naked girlfriend around so that she was up against the wall, just as he’d said. From there, he grasped the sides of her panties and pulled them off, rendering her fully naked and giving him a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt.
True to her kinks, she was very wet. He could feel the heat radiating from her inner thighs, longing for his loving touch. Never one to deny his lover, he positioned himself behind her and aligned his body with hers.
“One last time…in this apartment…together,” Tyler said intently.
“Together,” Lindsey repeated.
In a single thrust, he entered her, his rigid member penetrating her moist depths. They each let out a passionate gasp as her inner muscles tightened around his flesh, entwining their bodies and evoking a surge of intimate sensations.
After taking in that hot, sensual feeling, the aspiring athlete tightened his grip on her waist and began moving his hips in a rhythmic manner. Like two missing souls finding one another, their fleshly union inspired a harmonious dance of sorts. In a symphony of intimate gasps, Lindsey raked her nails down barren wall while he rocked her world with every motion. In between the grunts and moans, he leaned forward and whispered affectionate musings into his ear.
“Here…we fell in love,” he told her. “Here…we made it real.”
Lindsey let out an especially vocal gasp, turning her head and kissing his lips as their naked bodies moved in a heated vigor. In the empty apartment, the echoes were louder. The sounds of their flesh banging together filled the area with a unique ambience, as if the apartment were cheering them on for one last intimate romp.
Never one to disappoint a cheering crowd, Tyler stepped up his passionate efforts. He made love to Lindsey with greater fervor and focus, pressing her body against the wall even more, her breasts mashing up against the cold surface. As the sensations flowed through them, escalating with each successive motion of passion, it affirmed the memories they’d shared in the apartment. It also reminded Tyler why he fell in love with her.
“Lindsey…so much,” he gasped, “love you…so much.”
“Oohhh Tyler! I love you too!” she exclaimed. “Please…take me.”
Once again heeding her amorous cries, Tyler used his leverage over her to reorient their bodies. In a perfect coordination of passion, he briefly withdrew from her depths, turned her around, and pinned her up against the wall like he had done earlier before their clothes came off. Just like before, his lover jumped his bone, throwing her legs around his waist. His hands now firmly on her hips, he lowered her back onto his dick and resumed their heated lovemaking.
Now facing his love, seeing the affection and ecstasy in her eyes, he caressed her face while she clung to his shoulders. With their bodies still moving at a fervent pace, their bodies grinding up and down the wall, he kissed her as he made a concerted push for greater ecstasy. The loud echoes, combined with so many fond memories, helped raise the stakes. It wasn’t just about having a good hump with his girlfriend. It was a celebration of how far they’d come.
“Lindsey…I’m close,” he told her.
“Me too, Tyler. Me too!” she gasped.
Having come to know his lover’s intimate proclivities, he did what he needed to do to carry her to the brink. When she was close, she liked it slow and thorough so that his manhood penetrated extra deep into her depths. All the lovemaking they’d done in the apartment had made him adept at bringing Lindsey to orgasm. Taking her to that special threshold one last time within such a special place was extra satisfying.
“Oohhh yes!” Lindsey cried out upon reaching that plateau.
At that moment, he used the leverage afforded by the wall to fully support her, watching in awe as her expression contorted to the ecstasy that followed. It was a beautiful sight, seeing the woman he loved consumed with such bliss, feeling her body shudder under the weight of the pleasure.
As he admired such beauty, he let that same weight overtake him as well. With a few more targeted thrusts, he crossed that special threshold as well, achieving a powerful release that send hot ripples of pleasure coursing through his body. The echoes in the empty apartment all seemed to converge around them, as if to cap off the life they’d build together within such sturdy walls.
“We did it, Lindsey. We did it,” he said breathlessly.
“Yes…we did,” she said through her orgasmic daze.
He wasn’t sure if she was referring to their sex or to how far their love had come. It really didn’t matter at that point. As their naked bodies radiated in the afterglow of shared euphoria, he withdrew his flesh from her and captured her lips in another loving kiss. She remained against the wall, their naked bodies glistening with sweat in the midday sun.
They had officially left their mark. Between the sweat that now clung to the walls and the smell of their sex permeating the empty apartment, it was safe to say that they had forged one last fond memory in his first true home.
“I’m going to miss this place even more, now,” Tyler said to her.
“I am too…carpet stains and all,” Lindsey said.
“We’ll make our new place even better,” he said confidently, “hopefully, with fewer stains and plumbing problems.”
“I can’t wait,” his love said with a beaming smile, “but before we unpack our things, let’s make sure the walls are just as sturdy!”
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