Switching It Up (Audio Script)

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“... and so then it was this whole thing, like, getting everything put in storage, flying out to Mexico to find a place for the summer.

Very exhausting, but totally worth it.”

“Sounds like it.

God, I’ve always wanted to go to Oaxaca.”

“Oh—you said you were into mezcal, right?

Yeah, you should definitely go sometime.

Their distilleries out there still work with all these ancient processes, so there’s no machines, no chemicals.”

I’m so glad I decided to go out tonight.

I can’t believe I almost stayed home to rearrange my bookshelves.

I talk to a lot of people when I’m at Judy’s.

But I never really have one-on-one conversations like this, like I’m having with you.

I caught you looking at me from over by the pool tables.

You were about to hit the eight ball into the corner pocket when your eyes left the table to meet mine.

Your shirt sleeves rolled up, white shirt unbuttoned showing a little peak of your black sports bra…

Drop-crotch jeans hanging low off your hips…

I’m a little embarrassed to say you are exactly my type.

“So, you’re an actuary, huh?

That’s cool.”

“Do you know what an actuary does?”

“No clue.

But it sounds cool.”

“It’s okay.

I have to explain it to everyone.

My mum still doesn’t really understand what I do.

It’s basically a risk assessment for companies.

Crunch numbers for them and stare at my computer all day.”

“Ooh, sounds riveting.”

“It is!

I’m a big numbers nerd.

I like it.”

“Well, as long as you enjoy it.

That’s what’s important, right?”

God, the thought of taking you home with me, you bending me over my bed…

I’m actually kind of in the mood to top tonight.

I could definitely get down with spreading you out beneath me, wiping that cocky smile off your face…

You look me up and down for the third or fourth time tonight and I notice you pause where the edge of my skirt has risen up.

There’s a charge between us… something I can’t quite put words to.

But it’s strong and it’s drawing me closer and closer to you.

It’s still early, barely past midnight, but to be honest I really don't feel like playing the ‘will-we-won’t-we’ game.

I want you.

And I want you now.

You look up at me as I stand, my heels adding even more height between us.

Your legs fall open, just slightly.

I decide to be bold and step between them.

I brace my hands on your shoulders, feeling them tense slightly under my hands.

Fuck, you are… everything I’ve been craving recently.

And the thought of having you under me…

The thought of me fucking you…

Your hands drift down and find my hips.

I connect my hands behind your neck and rub my fingers through your messy, boyish hair.

“Come home with me?”

“Let’s go.”

I take your hand in mine as I steer you towards my apartment just a few blocks away.

It’s cold but the heat of your body close to mine makes it tolerable.

We don’t talk much.

Just letting the energy between us speak for itself.

“Fuck me it’s cold.”

“We’re almost there, come on.”

I hardly have my keys in the door when your hands press into my waist.

You steer me forward and guide my back into the wall just as I have the door open.

Your mouth covers mine and my body jolts with desire.

The feeling of your weight against me, your whiskey-coated mouth all over mine and our tongues rhythmically moving together.

I need you now.

“Bedroom?”

“Yeah.”

My pulse quickens as I break our kiss.

I intertwine our fingers once more and pull you down the hall to my bedroom.

My roommate is at her boyfriend’s place tonight—thank God.

Shit—I didn’t make my bed.

I was totally not prepared to bring someone home, but I think you’re way too distracted to notice the huge pile of laundry in the corner.

You back up into the bed and drop down, heavily.

I straddle your thighs and push you down onto your back.

The buttons of your shirt come apart easily.

“Here, let me…”

I let my fingers sink into the soft skin of your forearms and lock my lips around one of your chest.

Your hips buck up into me and your thigh presses against my clit through my panties.

Fuck that feels good…

“Take this off.”

Your hands bunch at the hem of my skirt and pull.

I feel sexy like this, in just my shirt and panties.

It’s usually me lying there on the bed beneath someone, waiting to get fucked.

But there’s something about you… something that’s bringing out this confidence in me…

Your hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing across my chest.

You lean up slightly and your teeth close around my chest.

God, I could probably come like this, grinding against your lap while you play with my tits.

I bury my nose into your hair at the side of your head and inhale deeply.

Fuck, you feel so good…

You pull back and gaze up at me, your teeth scraping across your bottom lip.

I push you back down to the bed again.

“Stay.”

You watch me like a hungry animal as I step into the leather harness.

The weight of the dildo between my legs is heavier than I remember.

It’s been awhile since I’ve done this…

“Pass me the lube.

In that drawer, there.”

Your eyes are glazed as you hand me the bottle.

I drizzle a bit into my hand and stroke it down the silicone shaft.

You free yourself from your jeans and lie back, legs parted a little.

On second thought, you get rid of your briefs too.

Your hand hovers between your legs and I see you gently, slowly teasing your clit with little movements of your fingers.

“You getting ready for my cock, baby?”

“Yeah.

I’m ready.”

There’s something so fucking sexy about being in charge of someone else’s pleasure.

Being responsible for making you feel good…

You keep your legs spread, showing off as you finger yourself.

“Tease me with the tip…”

I take the ribbed head into my hand and climb up your body.

You pull your fingers away and I glide it nice and slow through your folds…

“Ohhh, yeah… yeah, like that…”

You reach up and wind your arms behind your head.

You are just loving this.

I guide the tip down to your entrance and push forward carefully.

I stop just an inch or so in and just let you feel it.

Let you feel me inside you…

Filling you up…

“More?”

“Yeah—fuck—more…”

I lean forward and rock my hips gently.

I place my lips against your neck and suck on the smooth stretch of skin beneath your ear.