The Best Man III (Audio Script)

Stories

“Oh my god, are you sure we’re allowed up here?

This feels kind of illegal.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, my neighbor says he comes up here all the time.

Just… let me see… he says there’s a key for the door somewhere around here…”

“So, your neighbor… his cousin works for…”

“The company in charge of maintenance for the building: lawn care, plumbing… that means they need access to the roof, too.”

“And he just gave your neighbor this key?”

“No… not exactly.

He left the key hidden here in case they wanted to have a party on the roof for New Years, but it never happened.

Ah—here it is!”

Finally, you find what you’re looking for hidden on top of one of the lightboxes.

We’re cramped in the small stairwell of your apartment building.

I try to move out of your way while you fumble to insert the key into the lock.

Even though we’re celebrating our six-month anniversary, tonight has been pretty normal for us—dinner at our favorite restaurant and then back to your place to watch a movie.

God, it was a terrible movie.

That’s what happens when we scroll for too long without being able to agree on something… we end up putting on something neither of us want to watch.

About halfway through, you turned it off and asked if I wanted to go on a little adventure. I was curious, so I agreed.

“Welcome to paradise!”

You take my hand and guide me out onto the rooftop.

There’s nothing up here except for a small outdoor lounge set. It looks brand new.

“Wow… what an amazing view of the city.

And oh my god, I’ve never seen so many stars from here before…”

“Yeah… it’s really beautiful, isn’t it?”

I lean against you, unable to take my eyes off the millions of little dots painted across the sky above us.

Your arms wrap around my waist and I lean my head back against your shoulder. The midnight air is cool and everything seems so still and quiet.

The sounds of the traffic below us are muffled up here, almost like we’re in our own little bubble.

“Doesn’t it make you feel so… small. Looking up at all those stars… realizing how big the universe is compared to us standing here right now?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“It makes me feel so alive, like anything is possible, like I could do anything or be anything I want.”

“That’s how you make me feel.”

I’m still not used to you saying such romantic things, it catches me off guard, but in a good way.

I turn around and drape my arms over your shoulders.

You look down at me with a playful smile on your face.

You’re so… different… to how I thought you’d be.

I’ve known you for so long and watched you with a lot of different people and I just never pictured you to be so… sweet.

“You make me feel some other things, too…”

“Oh… is that so?”

“Well, yeah. You make me feel annoyed when you can’t pick a movie to watch and then force me to sit through half of what can only be described as a very badly written romantic horror movie… I mean, what kind of genre is that?”

“Oh my god, you said you wanted to give it a try!”

“Oh, and you’re the worst kind of passenger princess—feet up on the dashboard and all of those hair things you leave around my car, what are they called?”

“Scrunchies.

And I think I maybe left two in there…”

“Don’t even get me started on how much you snore…”

“Oh my god…”

I bury my face into your chest, heat rising in my cheeks.

You always do this… get me all flustered.

You also love to tease me about how quickly we’re moving or the fact that no one thinks this is going to work out between us.

You’re goofy and casual and just so unlike anyone I saw myself with at this stage in my life… sometimes I do wonder about how serious you are about us.

All the jokes and teasing is nice but—

“Hey…”

You cup my chin in your hand and lift my face to meet yours.

“You also make me feel brave.

And stable… happy.”

Your lips touch mine so softly, just for a moment before you pull away. The look you’re giving me now makes every doubt I have about us disappear.

You hesitate as if you’re about to say something else.

Emotions, especially big ones, are hard for you, I’ve always known that, and right now, looking up into your eyes, your hands around my waist, holding me close… I know how you feel about me.

“You don’t have to—”

“I do though.

I want to.

I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You kiss me again, the softness from before replaced with something more urgent and intense.

As we kiss, I push my arms against your chest, walking you a few steps backward until your legs hit the back of the large lounge chair.

You fall back onto the soft pillow, and it’s large enough that I can climb onto your lap, my legs spread apart on either side of you.

“Ever fucked a girl under the stars?”

“Not this week, no.”

“Shut up…”

You grip my ass, squeezing firmly as I lean forward to kiss you again.

Your hands slide under my shirt, your touch cold on my warm skin. You pull my shirt over my head and toss it onto the ground next to us.

I feel goosebumps prickling across my bare chest as your hands move to massage my tits, your lips kissing every inch of me that you can.

“I want you…”

I work to undo the buttons on your jeans, but you take hold of my wrists and stop me.

“No, no.

You got to pick the movie, I get to be in charge now.”

You lean forward a little, helping me off your lap. You stand, and then motion for me to sit on the side of the chair.

“Take your pants off.”

You flash me a naughty grin as I slide my leggings off.

I take my place on the edge of the chair in nothing but my thong now, the brisk air causing me to shiver a little.

You kneel in front of me, so we’re face to face.

First, your lips are on my neck. You kiss me softly, sucking a little on the one place you know I love.

My hands are behind me, holding me upright as your lips move down to my tits.

You take one chest into my mouth, sucking on it gently. Then the other…

You kiss down my stomach, between my legs… softly biting my inner thigh as you pull my thong to the side.

“Fuck…”

And then your tongue slowly teases me, spreading my lips apart.

The warmth of your body and your mouth against my skin feels so good, I move forward on the chair a little more to get closer to you.

Your tongue teases my clit as your hands grip my thighs, spreading my legs as wide as you can.

God, I love the way you do this…

My hands are in your hair, pulling gently, guiding your tongue to just the right spot. You alternate between flicking your tongue around in circles and closing your mouth around me entirely, sucking gently…

“Mmm, yeah, like that…”

“You taste so good.”

I cup my tits in my hands, gently pinching my chest as you tease me with your tongue.

“Fuck… more…”

“So greedy.

Where are your manners?”

Your tongue flicks across my clit in fast motions and I tilt my head back, gazing up at the gorgeous night sky.

“Please, more… please.”

“No. You don’t passion until I say you can passion.

You just lie here and take it.”

Suddenly, your fingers are pushing inside me as your tongue moves in a slower motion, eager to draw this out.

The sudden fullness mixed with the rush of excitement from the tone in your voice makes me that much more desperate.

“Oh god, I love when you do that.”

“I know.”

Oh my god, you’re so good with your fingers.

You make me passion during foreplay all the time like this, with your tongue on me and your fingers thrusting into me…

But there’s something about being told I shouldn’t passion yet, that I can’t passion yet… that I have to just lie here and let you play with me for as long as you want to… it’s so hot.

“Oh god… fuck, I don’t know if I can…”

“Not yet.

I want more of you first…”

Fuck, this is almost unbearable.

I want to passion so badly, my hands are gripping the sides of the couch cushions now… I’m trying to hold on… but…

“Yes, oh my god.

Right there… right…

fuck…”

Your tongue is moving quickly around my clit, three fingers fucking me so hard and deep…

“Yes… yes…”

“I don’t think so.”

All at once, it stops. Everything stops.

The feeling is indescribable… the pressure just waiting for release. I feel like I’m about to explode.

You’re leaning back on your knees, just taking in the sight of me, a smug smile on your face.