Joe lives on the sixth floor, with his best friend, Chris. Tonight, like every other night, he steps into the elevator from the garage. Instead of going to his floor, he pushes the button for the twelth floor.
Flowers and candy in hand, he took calming, steady breaths.
He's poised to meet the new girl in the building. She moved in four days ago, Joe and Chris saw her in the lobby. Since then, they couldn't stop talking about her, or wacking off to her in their separate bedrooms.
The elevator stopped on the sixth floor, doors opened, and there stood Chris. He too, had flowers and candy in hand. He stepped in, they touched flowers like people toasting with glasses. In unison, they said, "may the better man win."
A few moments after knocking, her door opened. Both their mouths hung open. Dark hair, silk looking, drapped her face, and hung to her shoulders. It accented her creamy skin. Her eyes, as dark as her hair smiled when she did. Tender lips-damm, they wanted to kiss her so much.
Was the most beautiful, hottest body in the world, mentioned? Oh yes! Not just a pretty face woman.
"Please, come in." She sensed strength in Joe's handshake. She thought him cute, sandy blonde hair, the darkest, blue eyes she ever saw, tall, nice build, friendly smile.
"Leigh, nice to meet you both." She thought Chris cuter. Dark hair like her's, very short. Warm brown eyes, an aww shocks mamm grin. She glanced down, saw a bulge in his pants that took her breath away as she shut the door.
She put the flowers in water, shared the candy. Wine and music followed, she coaxed them into dancing in turn, both terrible, but she didn't mind.
Joe pured more wine as Chris and Leigh slow danced. She became lost looking into his warm eyes. Joe took a sip of wine, he turned and saw the better man kissing Leigh. Her fingers worming through his short hair. Joe felt defeat, "I guess I better go." Leigh's hand grabbed his as he turned to leave. Her lips were on his a second later.
They may not be able to dance, but they sure know how to kiss. Chris made her wet, with passion. Joe made her growl, he followed animal instinct.
She backed towards her bedroom, her index finger beckoning them forward. She heard them echo "no crossing swords."
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