Pranks & Promises

"Umm, do you want to put these somewhere specific?" Mia asked, holding them out towards him.

"Oh sure!" said Nick brightly and, as he took the plant from her, he sniffed the leaves appreciatively for a second and then winked at her. "Sam hasn't forgotten my taste in foliage."

Mia giggled softly at this and sat down on the couch, crossing her legs at the knee.

"I 'm going to put these Popsicles in the freezer before they melt. You want anything to drink? Ice tea? Water? Bout all I can offer right now."

Mia smiled. "Tea would be fine, thanks."

She listened to him move around the tiny kitchen in the back of the house as he located glasses and ice. She heard the clink of a spoon as he mixed some instant tea. Mia's eyes wandered interestedly over the assortment of belongings, fixated for a moment on the book he'd turned face down on the coffee table, and then glanced through an open door to the bedroom to her left. She sucked in a quick breath when she saw the casually rumpled yellow sheets on the bed he hadn't bothered to make yet and the black sweatpants he'd been wearing that morning tossed on top. A vision of his half naked body as it had flowed through the motions of his workout flashed in her mind and between her thighs, Mia felt herself melt and go moist. She pressed them together tightly and gripped her knees with her hands. Good lord, she was going to have to find a lover, and soon! For the second time that day, her body was humming with desire. But when Nick came back from the kitchen and stood before her, handing her a wet glass of tea, the possibility crossed her mind that it was more this man she wanted than simply sex.

Mia grinned up at him as she took the proffered glass. "Do you always invite delivery people in for tea?" she inquired teasingly.

"Only when they are beautiful women sent here by a friend to...welcome me to the neighborhood," Nick quipped in return and he sat down on the sofa a polite distance away from her.

"Oh that's right!" Mia exclaimed after she took a sip from the tea. "Welcome to the neighborhood!" She let her smile deepen, allowing herself to flirt with him. Nick rested his elbow on the back of the sofa, leaning his head against his fist, regarding her with his incredible eyes. Mia felt her cheeks go warm.

"You are quite lovely," he murmured, after a few seconds.

Mia dipped her head. "Thank you," she said softly. Her gaze drifted to his bare chest peeking out from the open shirt and then darted back up to his face, studying his eyes. "Your eyes are so amazing! How can you be so dark and yet have such light eyes?"

Nick laughed. "Well, I didn't expect to discuss my heritage quite so soon, but my eyes are from my half French-half Lebanese mother-she is truly gorgeous-and I am dark because my father is East Indian."

"Very interesting," Mia said sincerely. "No wonder you look so exotic." She took another sip of the tea and squirmed a bit uncomfortably. She hadn't meant to blurt out the bit about his eyes, at least not yet but the closeness and the warmth she could feel from his body was playing havoc with her thought processes. She shifted on the couch to fully face him and as she did, she felt a warm flow of aroused fluids shift in the folds of her sex. She tried to press her thighs together, locking her ankles one around the other, and hoped fervently he couldn't smell her arousal.

"Well, as 'fascinating,'" Nick rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and Mia stifled a giggle, "as discussing my parentage is, I doubt that's why you are here."

Mia saluted him with her glass. "I am just the delivery girl," she said with a grin.

"Oh there is nothing 'just' about you," Nick returned and he smiled once more. Mia felt her nipples tighten into nubs and she wondered if she imagined the heat she saw in his eyes all of a sudden. "Sam always said he was going to make it up to me, but I had no idea he had such perfect taste."

Mia shook her head dazedly. "M-m-make it up to you?" she repeated.

Nick nodded slowly and then reached out and traced a finger along the edge of her jaw. "Didn't he tell you how we met?"

Mia swallowed and felt an exquisite line of fiery sensation follow the path of his fingertip. It felt lightly rough against her sensitive skin and if his fingers felt this wonderful on her face...

She struggled to return to the conversation. "Um. Um. No, he didn't tell me," she answered him inanely. "How did you meet?"

"In college," Nick replied, moving his finger down to her neck and sweeping the curve of it in lazy gentle strokes. "At a party. He and I caught the attention of a set of sorority sisters and though we'd never met before, Sam being a jock and me a science geek, we found ourselves in an interesting brotherhood bound together on a singular and intense quest: to get laid."

Mia had to stifle a soft groan as Nick caressed her neck. She found herself gripping the glass in her hand too tightly. She forced herself to relax her fingers before she shattered it. Her whole body was beginning to rouse to his touch. "An important quest," she murmured throatily. "I suspect the Popsicles had some part in this?"

Nick chuckled. "Uhh, yeah. I'd almost forgotten about them until I saw you carrying them with the pot plant. I am almost embarrassed to tell you all of this. It was hardly my most dignified encounter."

Mia reached up, took his hand in hers, and brought it to her knee. "No, please," she encouraged, though her neck felt bereft without his warm fingers. "I want to hear the story."

"I can't believe Sam never told you all of this."

Mia shook her head and a tiny gasp escaped her lips as his thumb began to describe a small circle on the soft skin on the inner side of her knee. "No, he's never told me, but you forget, Sam has had a billion adventures. He's never told me even a quarter of them...well, that's according to his admission of course," Mia laughed.

"Oh of course," Nick agreed, rolling his eyes, "I think I realized what sort of guy he was when we met that night and, quite frankly, I was a little envious."

Mia's eyebrows shot up. "You? Why would you be envious of Sam?"

One corner of Nick's mouth lifted, self-consciously. "Well, I'd always considered myself to be quite a geek back in those days. I think the worst trouble I'd ever gotten into was being late to class a few times.

"Then, all of a sudden, there I was at a party with this cute little coed giving me looks I will never forget and her friend giving similar looks to this funny, swaggering, larger-than-life jock...and right at that moment, I wanted to be just like him." Mia grinned at his very apt description of her brother." So, I sort of took my cues from him. Did whatever he did. Anything, to get my hands...erm, and other parts of my anatomy on that sweet young thing clinging to my hip."

Mia shuddered gently as the circles his thumb made on her inner thigh grew larger and less tentative. She cleared her throat and noticed her breathing was beginning to deepen. "So what did you and Sam do to impress the young ladies?" she asked, her voice just a touch husky.

"We took them to a park near the frat house that had a conveniently hidden gazebo. That was when Sam took out a couple of joints and lit them and we sat around for a while passing around a bottle of whiskey and the lit joints and whispering and giggling a lot. It was the first time I'd ever gotten high. A lot of firsts for me that night."

Mia braced her elbow on the back of the couch and leaned closer to him, cupping her chin in her hand. "Were you enjoying yourself?" she asked with a smile.

Nick chuckled. "Oh hell yeah!" he affirmed, his eyes sparkling, "I felt like I was living every fantasy I'd ever had in my young life up till that point. There I was drunk, high, and my arms full of a cuddlesome girl. I felt like I could do anything!" He broke off and laughed, shaking his head. "So when one of the girls began whining that she had the munchies and wanted a Popsicle and no one had any money, not even change, it seemed to make perfect sense when Sam suggested a plan to procure some Popsicles for our damsels in distress."

Mia covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. "Uh oh. What did kind of plan did Sam 'propose'?"

"Well, to steal them of course!" Sam revealed with a flourish of his free hand. "There was this little mom and pop ice cream stand across from the park and Sam went to his car parked nearby and came back with a couple of bandanas and two plastic water pistols."

"The girls waited in the parking lot behind a bush while Sam and I, our lower faces covered with the bandanas and brandishing water pistols, burst into this little ice-cream shop and demanded they hand over all their Popsicles!"

Mia's head fell back against the couch as she laughed. "Oh my god! Did they do it? Give you guys the Popsicles?"

"Oh hell yeah. We scared the shit out of a poor little older couple who owned the place and they practically threw four boxes of Popsicles at us. We took the booty and ran back to the dorm and took the girls back to Sam's room and there we laughed and laughed and laughed till we couldn't breathe anymore."

Mia's eyes twinkled at him. "And then?"

Nick's hand crept up marginally on her thigh. "And then we shared Popsicles...and booty."

"Oh my," Mia's words came out a breathy murmur.

"That wasn't the end of it," Nick continued.

"No?'

"No, because before I had my complete share of the 'booty', some cops were knocking on the door of the frat house."

Mia's eyebrows rose.

"Yes, these self same eyes that you so admired a few minutes ago identified me to the lone patron of the ice-cream shop."

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes. So I was taken to the station to be questioned and Sam stayed behind and enjoyed my share of the booty."

"Oh I can't believe Sam let you take the rap for that!"

"Well... to his credit, he showed up at the station a couple of hours later and we did our best to convince the cops that our prank was just a joke, that the only weapons we'd had were water pistols."

Mia shook her head, grinning. "So did you get in any real trouble then?"

Nick shrugged. "Small town and all, the old folks who owned the ice cream shop dropped the charges after Sam and I agreed to help them around the shop for free for a few months. Sort of a community service payoff."

"And what about you and Sam?"

Nick tilted his head. "What about me and Sam?"

"Well.... He did enjoy YOUR share of the 'booty'. Weren't you pissed at him?"

"Fuck right I was!" Nick chortled. "I wouldn't even talk to him for three weeks. He kept telling me he'd make it up to me one day. For getting me in trouble AND for taking my share of the booty. But..." Nick shrugged. "Funny part was, Sam turned out to be one of my best friends at university. We had some great times together."

"But he never made it up to you like he promised?"

Nick shook his head, and then grinned a slow, sexy smile. "Till today," he murmured, turning his hand and gripping her thigh warmly. "And I must say, you are much better looking than either of those girls we were with that night."

Mia swayed closer to him, until her lips were scant inches from his. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips when he spoke.

"So tell me...how is it you know Sam?" he asked softly, moving his hand in a slow milking caress from her knee to mid thigh.

Mia blinked.

Nick didn't know who she was. He didn't know she was Sam's sister. She HAD been had. Her prankster brother had set her up again!! But not only her! Grrr! Mia thought furiously. Damn Sam! He'd sent her over here with a pot plant and Popsicles knowing full well what his old friend was going to think she was: replacement booty! All for a laugh, all to be able to say later, after all the confusion and embarrassment cleared like dust, 'Hey remember how you and Nick met? Remember how he thought you were an apology fuck and you thought you were the Welcome Wagon? And then he found out you were really my prissy older sister and his co-landlord?'

Mia looked up into Nick's molten green eyes. She could think of no way of telling him who she really was. She couldn't stomach the thought of embarrassing and possibly disappointing this gorgeous man. And for the life of her, she suddenly wanted to be what he hadn't had the first time. She wanted him. Badly. Besides, she thought naughtily, maybe it was time for one of Sam's jokes to backfire.

"Sam?" she said distractedly, "Oh, we just hang out in the same places together." She waved the thought of her brother off with her hand and then laid the hand on his slightly stubbled cheek. "Don't you think we've talked enough?" she murmured and then she laid her slightly opened lips over his, and lazily thrust her tongue into his mouth.

Nick made a surprised noise in his throat that turned quickly to a groan of pleasure as he returned her slow but aggressive kiss. Their mouth moved hungrily together after a few seconds, each of them voracious for the new taste of the other. His hand moved to cup her the back of her head, drawing her more firmly into the kiss, moving his tongue restlessly in her mouth, drawing it back and forth against hers. Her left hand gripped his upper arm at first to hold herself steady and then to pull him closer. One kiss melded into another and another. He tasted so good, warm and slippery and just a little sweet from the tea as she explored his lips and teeth...oh no, the tea!

Mia heard the clink of the glasses they both still held between them, forgotten, and then yelped when something cold and very wet splashed full into her lap.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Nick as he stood up suddenly.

"Ohh!" gasped Mia simultaneously. Her shorts were soaked! She looked up at Nick. Her glass of tea had dampened his jeans from the crotch down to midthigh. But she couldn't help but notice, it had done little to reduce the bulge of his hard dick as it lay in a ridge to the right of his zipper. Instinctively, Mia reached up a hand and grasped him through the wet denim, caressing him firmly.

"Jesus, lady!" Nick sucked in his breath and one of his hands moved down to cover hers, trapping her hand against him. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Like Sam?" she quipped teasingly.

"Oh hell, no!" he retorted showing her the rhythm he wanted against his cock.

"I think we need to get you out of these wet jeans," Mia announced solemnly. Some part of her mind was shocked at her own behavior. Mia had always had a healthy sexual appetite but not once in her life had she been this reckless or aggressive. About time, her conscience commented.

She knelt before him on the carpeting and undid the button on his jeans and raised her eyes to his as she slowly lowered the zipper. His chest was rising and falling rapidly above her as she pushed the sodden jeans over his hips and then down to his knees. The head of his erection was poking over the edge of waistband of his white jockey shorts. Mia smiled when she saw it and winked up at Nick. He stroked her short brown hair just as she was leaning in to lick the glistening drop of precum she could see forming in the slit of his cock. She kissed the moist head reverently, licking away the precious, slippery fluid there and then swirling her tongue around it enthusiastically as her hands pulled his jockey shorts down to where his jeans were. Mia cupped both hands around his substantial balls and lifted his swollen sex to her worshipful mouth. His hips flexed a bit and half his cock slid into her mouth. Nick moaned low in his throat. Mia massaged his testicles, rolling them in the palms of her hands as she slowly slid her lips up and down the upper half of his tumescence, using the tip of her tongue to tease the sensitive nub of flesh under the spongy helmet.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good!" Nick gasped. His hands moved to cup her head, encouragingly.

Mia took the hint and allowed his dick to slip deeper into her mouth. She tried to stroke the underside with her tongue as she stretched her jaws a bit wider to take him deeper into her throat. Nick grunted and arched his lower back. Mia grasped his thighs for balance and she could feel his muscles quivering with pleasure. She slid her mouth back as his hips receded. His hands moved caressingly through her hair, and then gently pulled her mouth back onto his cock. Mia allowed him to slowly fuck her mouth for a time, then she kissed her way down to his testicles and she snuggled her nose into him as she mouthed first one and then the other of his jewels as her hand lovingly circled the wet, distended head of his cock.

"I am so hard, I ache," Nick groaned thickly. "Ohh, lady you are so good at this!"

Mia smiled up at him with swollen, damp lips. "You taste delicious," she declared. "I think I much prefer sucking on your cock to sucking on a...hmm...Popsicle."

Nick laughed and grasped his stiff penis, rubbing the glans on her lower lip. "Got a Popsicle right here for you, babe," he growled suggestively and then sighed when her mouth enveloped him like hot wet silk again. Mia suckled at his cock hungrily, running her hands along the sides of his thighs then gliding back and up to his buttocks, cupping and kneading his firm, hair roughened cheeks. It had been so very long since she'd enjoyed a man orally. She lost herself in the sensual feast and felt her own body drench itself in arousal, coating the crotch of her panties and jean shorts with her slippery hot juices.

Nick began to buck against her mouth, meeting each stroke of her lips, quickening the pace as he gripped her hair tighter with his fingers. His head fell backwards a bit, his eyes closing, and Mia thought she could feel his balls drawing up tighter to his body as they gently tapped her chin.

Nick's breath began to hiss through his teeth and he bent his knees slightly as he rocked his insistent erection into the warm mouth enveloping it. Mia sucked at him with more enthusiasm, anticipating the storm of his oncoming orgasm.

"No!" gasped Nick suddenly and Mia felt his hands tugging her mouth away from his cock. She made tiny sounds of protest and tried to drawn his thick, saliva slickened flesh back into her mouth but Nick shook his head and helped her to her feet. "No...not like that. I don't want to cum yet." He laughed and hugged her close and his damp penis snuggled against her belly bared by her halter-top. "I haven't even seen you naked yet, lovely lady."

He pulled away from her then and held her by her shoulders, frowning.

Mia tilted her head. "What's wrong?"

"Something just occurred to me."

"What's that?"

"I don't know your name." He shook his head, his olive eyes glazed with passion. "I had my dick in your beautiful mouth and I don't even know what name to call out when I cum! That isn't how I usually operate," he chuckled and caressed her cheek. Mia dimpled a smile at him and turned her head to kiss his fingers. She wasn't sure Sam had mentioned her name or if Nick would remember Sam's sister's name, but she decided not to chance it. She wasn't ready to reveal to Nick who she really was.

"I know it isn't, " Mia said softly. "But why not just enjoy this for what it is for now?" Mia leaned in and licked his dark stubbled chin lightly. "I am kind of excited by my anonymity. I've never done anything like this either."

Nick dipped his chin and met her tongue with his own, toying and fencing with it. "Well," he considered, as his hands slid down her shoulders to her breasts and he pinched lightly at her nipples still hidden by the crocheted halter, "what if I earn the right to know your name?"

Mia savored the velvety twist of his tongue curling around hers. "How would you earn the right?" she whispered huskily. Her hands busied themselves by barely grazing his silky hot tumescence.

Nick's hands came up to where the halter tied behind her neck and he gently kissed her nose. "By making you cum," he replied evenly.