Michael Raffl, as anyone who’s met him will tell you, is just a nice guy. A good old boy, a sweet boy, a gentle soul, a darling, a dear, an absolute gem. He can also be, though not as obvious, a master manipulator without even trying.

When he was younger, he discovered early on that he could very easily get people to do what he wanted simply by being his charming, sweet self. And luckily for everyone, because he is a genuinely nice guy, he never used this for ill-gotten gains. This ability applies doubly for women, American, European, doesn’t matter. Ryan is a strange woman in many respects, but that does not mean she was impervious to him, it only meant he had to take a different approach.

Normally, Michael would just come right out and ask a woman for what he wanted. He would smile and sweet talk until she agreed to his wishes gladly. Ryan, though? He could bend her to his will easily enough in bed. He had her saying please, not begging him for it per se, but asking him nicely. He was no fool, however, he knew that this acquiesce was only because she enjoyed getting off with him and was willing to do whatever it took to get there.

As far as other matters, pretty much anything outside the bedroom, Michael knew he had to make Ryan think everything that happened was her idea. But he had to do it in such a way that she didn’t catch on to his reverse psychology. She was no idiot, afterall.

He couldn’t just ask to move in with her for a while, she would have balked and probably never spoken to him again. And it wasn’t like he wanted to live with her until death do them part; he just wanted to spend the summer with her, see how that went and then think about making it a permanent situation. Now, a man trying to move in with a woman he’s not even dating, but simply fucking regularly? Sounds a bit odd, but Michael was well and truly smitten with Ryan and he ached for closeness with her almost as strongly as she wished to avoid it.

So, how did he go about achieving his goal while letting Ryan think it was all her idea? That was relatively easy, he would say. He started by identifying all of her weakness, which were blatant and numerous.

Number one, Ryan hates doing laundry. She would let it pile up for weeks, dirty clothes overflowing the three (yes, three) laundry baskets she had scattered in her closet, bedroom, and bathroom. When she finally got around to doing it, she would complain about it the entire day. Not just when she was loading or unloading the washer or dryer, but the whole time the laundry was washing or drying she would whine about how annoying it was and wish she could just buy all new clothes.

She also only wore items that would be washed in the machine and then put in the dryer, nothing that needed to be hand washed, dry cleaned, hung dry, or ironed. She had a few fancy dress that she wore for professional occasions, but those were few and far between. Otherwise her wardrobe was leggings, t-shirts, and skinny jeans that she bought one size too big specifically so she could put them in the dryer and not worry about them shrinking.

Michael started his mission to exploit this weakness slowly, of course. He brought over a bag of his own clothes one day when he came to see her, dropping it pointedly on the floor of her bedroom and waiting for her reaction.

She didn’t disappoint. “Planning on staying for a while, Raff?”

“I figure it’s easier than running and back forth everyday. I’m here all the time. I go home for clean clothes and then come right back.”

He shrugged as if the gesture meant nothing, when they both knew it meant something. Her gaze shifted between his bag and him and he could see the debate going on inside her mind. One half of her brain, the one that avoided attachments at every turn, wanted to tell him to take his bag of shit and get the fuck out, but the other more rational part acknowledged that he had a point. She did want him there everyday to fuck her and if he could save time by bringing over a few changes of clothes, what was the harm?

She told him firmly, “Keep it in your bag. I don’t want your shit on the floor or in my spaces, okay?”

He knew his smile was huge, he couldn’t help himself. “Okay.”

“You seem very pleased with yourself.” Michael continued to smile and crawled up her body which was reclined on her bed. He grabbed the magazine she had been reading and tossed it to the floor. “Hey!”

“You weren’t even paying attention. You’ve been eyeing me up since I walked in the room.”

She smiled back at him. “Well, I can’t help it you’re so damn sexy.”

Michael groaned. “Let’s see now…” He bent to kiss her throat and said, “Strong.” He moved to one side of her neck and planted a kiss there. “Sweet.” He licked along her throat until he reach the opposite side of her neck and kissed there now as well. “Sexy.”

Ryan was clutching his sides as his mouth worked over her neck and throat. She had said all those things about him, because all of them were true. The man was just never going to let her forget anytime she paid him a compliment apparently. “Are you so desperate for attention that you remember everything I say to you?”

He chuckled and used his hands to shove Ryan’s shirt up before scooting down to kiss along her abs. “I only remember the nice things, because they’re so few and far between.”

Ryan let her eyes close, enjoyed the feel of his lips and the warmness of his hands caressing her body. “You could find a good girl, Raff. Someone who will say nice things to you all day and night. You can leave anytime you want.”

He pulled off her shirt, came back up to put them face to face and cupped her jaw in his hand. “I don’t want any other girls. I like you, Ry.”

“Why? I’m an asshole. You’re not.”

He looked in her eyes and saw that she meant it. She wasn’t just putting herself down for kicks and giggles, she actually believed she was an asshole. Maybe a lot of people thought she was, but not Raffl. He saw her for what she really was. He told her, “You’re a lot of things. You’re a teacher, a volunteer, a friend, a lover. Sometimes, yeah, you can be an asshole, but that doesn’t erase all the good you do. You took care of Contessa when she was hurting, you stood up for me, took care of me. I don’t why you are the way you are, but I do know that you’re not as mean as you’d like everyone to think.”

She patted his cheeks with both hands and smiled, but her eyes were still a little sad. “Just kiss me, Raff.”

He did as she asked and then did his best to make her smile reach her eyes again.

Back to the point: laundry. So, Michael brought his things over and stayed for a few sex filled days. Then, he did his laundry and he also did hers. She had gone out to run some errands and he jumped up to start the minute the door closed. By the time she got back, two loads were done and the third was finishing in the dryer.

When Ryan came home and heard the noise coming from the basement, she practically ran down the stairs. “What are you doing?”

Michael turned from where he was folding towels on top of the dryer and grinned innocently. “I’m doing the laundry, what does it look like?”

Ryan stood there with her mouth agape. This man, the one who was younger than her and who still acted like a spoiled child at times was doing laundry. Not just his laundry, but hers, too. Good lord, he was just standing there in his boxers folding towels, her t-shirts were already folded and piled neatly in a basket, arranged by color just as she kept them in her dresser. Undies and socks were separated into piles and stacks of leggings and pants sat next to that.

She walked up to him, spun him around and grabbed the back of his neck to force his mouth against hers in a brutal kiss. He returned it, grinning and nearly laughing.

“Happy?”

In between kisses she told him, “You are…the most unbelievable…incredible…will you marry me?”

He did laugh now, throwing his head back, but using both hands to keep her body against his. He teased her, “You don’t want to date, but you want to get married?”

Ryan smiled sweetly and he thought that this was the Ryan he loved best, the one who would make a joke out of everything, even a marriage proposal. God forbid they talk about their actual feelings, but she had no problem being sarcastic about otherwise serious stuff.

Her fingertips wandered to the band of his boxers that were already tented from his erection. “Well…you don’t annoy me and you know how to fuck and now…laundry?” She slipped her hand into his boxers and stroked his cock against her palm, her fingers wrapped around it gently. He leaned against the dryer, but pushed himself forward into her loose fist.

“That sold you, huh? That I know how to use a washing machine?”

She kiss him again, kept his cock in her hand and worked him slowly. Her breaths came a little heavier as she went. “I never thought a man doing housework would turn me on…goddamn, fucking sold, Raff.”

He reached for her, but she slunk down, her knees coming to the cement floor of her basement laundry room. “Oh, Ry…you don’t have to do that, sweetheart. Let’s just go to bed.”

She peeled his boxers down, eyes focused on his lovely, long cock and then his face. “I know I don’t, but fuck me, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I want to communicate my appreciation properly since I know you know I have no intention of actually marrying you.”

He wanted to laugh again, but her lips were wrapped around the tip of him and her tongue was flicking across his hole there. “God…yes, baby.”

She hummed around him and he nearly lost control right then and there. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the dryer that was warm and shaking slightly under his palms.

Ryan went right to work, but with the practiced efficiency that Michael thought was surely designed to drive him out of his mind without actually getting him off. She focused on his tip, flicking and licking with her tongue as her palm continued to hold him steady. She didn’t work her hand around him, just held him and used her mouth on the smallest surface area.

Without allowing him to feel the full and complete warm wetness of her mouth, she loosened her grip and then tilted her head, dragging her tongue along the veiny underside of him until her nose bumped into his balls.

His hips were thrusting of their own accord and he couldn’t think straight. He wanted to feel surrounded by her, he wanted to come along her tongue, but he also wanted this, the slow, steady burn of arousal that when finally released would make him lightheaded from the brute force of it.

He braved a look down at her. Ryan had her eyes closed, but a contentedness to her features that made it seem like she was in seventh heaven sucking him off. Just when he thought that was good enough, she moaned and must have felt him watching because she looked up at him.

Those dark eyes partially hidden by even dark lashes were full of mirth and mischief. She smiled with her mouth against the bottom of his shaft and then used the flat of her tongue to suck at him before returning to his tip.

Her eyes closed again, she couldn’t help it, she was enjoying it too much. Seeing Michael doing a chore she vehemently hated had actually turned her on. Now, his cock in her mouth had her so wet the rub of her cotton underwear against her lips was almost painful.

Her lips settled around the raised edge of his tip and from there, she came forward, inch by hard inch until she had taken him as deep as she could get. Michael didn’t want to come like this, but he also really did. What settled it was when he looked down again and saw her shifting on her knees, hips writhing in time with her sucking like she was getting off on this just as much as he was.

He put a hand on her cheek and told her breathlessly, “Ryan…sweetheart…let me fuck you.”

She moaned without shame and pulled her mouth off of his cock, slowly so he felt it like a kick to the stomach. When she stood, he kissed her with the same frenetic energy she had used to start this thing off.

He squatted down now himself, tugging off the last clean pair of leggings she had had in the house as she worked off her shirt. He stood back up, kissed her again and lifted her onto the dryer.

Her exclamation was one of surprise. “Oh!”

“Okay?”

She settled her ass and exposed pussy against the hard metal of the machine and smiled wickedly. “It’s…warm. Nice.”

He returned the grin and kissed her once again while at the same time hauling her hips to the edge of the dryer. The tip of his cock, still wet from her mouth, tickled her pussy, but he didn’t enter her just yet.

He kissed her, squeezed her hips, and let implication of his cock build up her anticipation even more. She whined against his mouth, gasped when his trembling hardness jerked against her folds. “Mmm, Mike…please, please, baby.”

Hearing her say ‘please’ of her own accord almost made him come on command and he wondered who was really in charge right now. Then he thought, what the hell does it matter, they both wanted this desperately. He steadied her core with his hands and pressed in.

Ryan screamed like she had been waiting days for it instead of just mere minutes. “Oh, yeah!”

With a hand between her breasts, Michael pushed her down to lay flat on her back. He pulled her forward so her head wouldn’t hit the raised control panel and then he started to fuck her. Ryan let her legs hang off the side of the machine, but spread them wide.

The warmth of the dryer penetrated her entire body and heated her skin as much as his kisses had. With every thrust, she felt her whole body shake. Her small breasts shook, the rounded masses being pushed up from the force of his cock inside her and then swerving back to their natural place in almost a perfect circular motion when he pulled back.

His cock was hard and heavy and deep. His voice was all of that as well. “Sie sind perfekt, Ryan...Sie fühlen sich so erstaunlich.”

He didn’t always speak in German; he preferred that she understand everything he had to say. But sometimes, when they coupled like this with wild passion, he couldn’t help himself and he reverted back to his first language without even thinking about it.

Ryan love it, the hard almost biting harshness of his words that she knew were sweet and complimentary in nature, the way his mouth fell open and he panted out the praise, his magnified accent.

He had taught her a few words, many of which she forgot. She did remember ‘thank you’ and ‘more’ both of which she used now. “Oh my God…danke…Mike, mehr.”

Now he was indeed going to come. Hearing her speak German back to him was like something out a fantasy, the wet dream he had again and again. He kept up fucking her and brushed his thumb along her clit.

Ryan’s hands slapped against the dryer and her hips thrust towards his touch. “Fuck! Oh, God, that feels so fucking good.”

His answer was a few more swipes of his thumb, his cock pressing deeper, then he said, “Ich liebe zu fühlen sie kommen. Lassen Sie mich es fühlen.” With his hand between them, he leaned down to kiss her nipples, licking them pointedly as his thumb worked her clit and his cock sped up inside her. He whispered against her skin what he had just said, but this time in English. “I love to make you come. Let me feel it, sweetheart.”

Ryan cupped the back of his neck with her palm and held his mouth against her body as the orgasm raced through it. Her back arched away from the warm metal and Michael slipped his hands under her body to hold her close. She was still coming when he released and the aftershocks continued as he softened, but continued to kiss her.

He moved higher, his mouth finding hers, taking even more breath from her body. He knew she had come harder than normal because she was giggly and playful, almost delirious from it. “Michael, sweet Michael. Bless you.”

He stood up straight and pulled her up to a sitting position. “For the laundry or the sex?”

Her hair was a mess and she deconstructed the bun that was already ruined, letting her dark locks fall around her face. “Both. I can’t decide which is better. Probably equal, to be honest.”

Michael was happy his plan seemed to be working, but really he was simply overjoyed to see her smile and be soft for him. He had worried that with Contessa around she might harden even more. However, she was soft and sweet even more often now that she was gone and it was just the two of them.

He tucked some of her hair behind her ear and then stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Now that the laundry is done and that was the fifth time I’ve fucked you today…what do you want to do for the rest of the day?”

Ryan thought about this questions deeply. If this were anyone else, she would have told him he could go, that she had gotten what she needed and he had served his purpose. Granted, there were some days where all they did was fuck and sleep and eat, but when they did have free time, she didn’t mind him hanging around. Which was very odd for her indeed. It didn’t even seem strange that he assumed they would spend the rest of the day together because she had assumed the same thing. And was looking forward to it.

Contessa’s voice was in her head accusing her of liking him. And then her own inner dialogue was telling her the same thing. You should tell him, she thought, tell him you like him, that he’s a lover and a friend now. Sadly, she had been doing this avoidance for too long and just couldn't. It had taken her years to admit to Contessa that she cared about her. And even though she had gotten better because of her relationship with Contessa, it was still just too soon with Michael. She wasn’t ready to confess that she enjoyed his friendship and companionship, as well as the sex.

When she didn’t answer, Michael asked, “You want me to leave? If you want some time to yourself I can find something else to do. I don’t want to bother you.”

She met his eyes expecting them to filled with doubt and longing, but they were just glittering with confidence and calm, like he actually meant it. And he did mean it. He wasn’t going to push her or force anything. He would do what he planned and let her decide. He was pretty sure he already knew her answer anyway.

She proved him right by grabbing his hands and pulling him close again. “Let’s go ice skating.”

He started to laugh and she joined him. “Really? Ice skating?”

“Yeah. I haven’t been in years. I’m sure you can get us access to some sheet of ice, being a big time hockey player and all.”

“Get dressed, wear a sweater.”

And so, they went ice skating, Michael getting them into the Flyers’ practice facility. They didn’t play hockey or race or push each other down, but just did what normal people do; they went around in a circle again and again.

Michael started showing off, doing fancy turns and maneuvers that Ryan would never be able to imitate. Foolishly, she tried to balance on one skate and bend her other leg back up towards her head, figuring it was just like dancing, but on blades. She was wrong. She lost her balance and would have gone flying face first onto the ice if Michael hadn’t caught her.

She couldn’t stop laughing, but Michael still asked, “You alright?”

“I’m fine. I guess that’s a lot harder than it looks.”

Sweet, carefree, giggly Ryan was definitely his favorite, he decided. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

“Mmm, my legs hurt, Raff. Let’s go.”

He patted her ass and pulled her along towards to the exit. “Good idea. I’ll give you a massage.”

“Ugh, yes GOD! Bless you, baby, bless you.”

He smiled. Just one more weakness he would play on to help her let him in. Another was something they were both pretty terrible at, but one that he had been working on improving: cooking.

Notes

1. German is Google translate, so therefore probably wrong. Sorry.
2. This was inspired by one of my favorite videos that I legit watch all the damn time: watch it here