Sheād been eager, patient, but willing to say no. Sheād been honest about what sheād wanted, and once she understood that she didnāt have to be coy with me, sheād been very blunt about her desires. Iād wanted to push her, to find her limits, but Iād got lost in the way she responded to my touch and forgot the plan.
All I wanted from people was open honesty, without guile or wiles, and that
was what Stephanie had given me from the start. She was innocent in some things; she was virginal in more ways than one, but sheād given me all Iād wanted from her. She was genuine from the start, and I admired that in her.
That wasnāt to say I hadnāt had my own mind blown. Iād become a little more than jaded over the years. Iād seen it all, done it all, but Stephanie had reminded me of what it was like. How wondrous each new exploration could be.
Iād even felt nervous when Iād touched her, something sheād never know, but I did. Sheād brought back the schoolboy days of uncertainty and indecision.
I left the room after I finished the coffee, spoke to an unknown woman at the front of the club, and left. Iād never been there that early in the morning and didnāt know the woman, so I didnāt hang around for a chat. By the time I made it to my car, I knew that three days wouldnāt be enough, and I kind of resented Stephanie for that. I couldnāt get her off my mind. The way she felt, her taste, the way she responded to me, all played over and over again in my head, until I was driven to distraction.
Once I made it home, I couldnāt concentrate, no matter how many emails I
tried to respond to. The place was new, I probably needed to settle in more than I had, but Iād tried to work to break the spell Stephanie had cast on me with her sweet sighs of surrender. I tried to watch the news on the television, but all I could see was the way her breasts lifted when she arched her back, and my dick was hard all over again.
I hadnāt been this into a woman in my entire life. A few had intrigued me, but the fascination had ended quickly. I didnāt have time, or the patience, for a long relationship, and I had no plans for a wife and children. I was a man of business who liked his occasional pleasure, that was it. Until Stephanie.
I sat back on the couch, my hand over my zipper, and squeezed as I thought
about her. Sheād been so ready for me, and that was part of the reason Iād denied penetrative sex to us both. I knew how badly she wanted to have me inside of her, because I wanted it just as much as she did. I knew sheād be slick and tight, and fuck ā¦ I wanted a lot more time with her.
Was three days enough? Should I be worried that I wanted more than that with her? She was only a woman, I thought, why was she so different from the
rest? Why was I on the verge of jerking off to her memory, when sheād only just given me a blow job a few hours before? I wasnāt a teenager anymore, my dick and getting off were no longer my sole focus in life. Most of the time.
Today seemed to be different, and sheād turned me into the kid who couldnāt stop playing with his dick, I thought with a soft laugh. I went into the shower and turned it on as I undressed. I was not going to jerk off on my couch, but the shower was fair game. I dipped under the spray and let the heat and moisture wash away the sore tension in my muscles. Making sure Stephanie got everything sheād asked for had left me with a few sore places in my neck and back, but fuck if it wasnāt worth it.
I was really worried about how much I wanted to see her again, though. I wasnāt that kind of guy and never had been. That was why Iād made it clear from the start, been as honest and open as I could be. An idea struck, and I washed off quickly.
By the time I was clothed again, I had a new plan. Iād fuck her out of my head with someone else. There was a girl at another club with black hair and the bluest eyes Iād ever seen. Her name was Michelle, and she had the perfect lips for sucking a dick. I texted her and found out she was free tonight, so I booked some time with her.
I sent Roxie a message to let her know Iād be busy tonight if Stephanie called, then decided to spend the rest of the day at the gym. I didnāt really need the workout, but I couldnāt maintain this body if I let myself go. I headed there and worked up a sweat to keep my mind off the woman with a sigh who could
instantly make me hard.
I tried my best, and by the time I got to the place Michelle told me to meet her at, I was ready for a night of filthy sex. Iād fuck Michelle, and that would set me straight. She greeted me in a room above the club, and I could hear the music and felt it as a throb below my feet.
āHi there, handsome. How are you tonight?ā She was in a black halter dress
that barely had enough shiny material to cover her bottom. The black stockings and six-inch stiletto heels created a dramatic effect that I couldnāt look away from.
Her full, round breasts tantalized me through a slit that ran from her neck down to her belly button, and I wanted to feel the soft skin in my hands. āIām alright, Michelle, how are you?ā
āIām good, Dylan. Want a drink?ā She went to a cabinet, bent down, and opened a door to look inside. We have scotch, vodka, and gin. Thereās also a few sodas in there and some juice.ā
āScotch please, Michelle.ā I took the drink she handed me, and she sat down beside me. āWhere do you want to eat?ā
āThereās a new Mexican place just up the streetā¦ā She used a seductive voice that got my attention. Especially when she put her hand high on my thigh.
āNot quite what I had in mind, but itās your decision.ā I thought it was a bit heavy for a night that I had planned to spend in bed, but that was okay if that was what she wanted.
āItās my favorite food, so yeah, Iād like to try it.ā She took the now empty glass I handed to her and stood up. āCome on, we can walk to it.ā
The walk up was silent on my end, but she chatted away about her cats, and
how she wanted to go a new dance club that had opened up. I wasnāt one for dancing, so sheād have to wait for the next guy to do that. I wanted to eat, and fuck, that was all.
When we were seated, her attitude toward the waitress was a bit rude and imperial, as if Iād just taken her to a five-star restaurant, not a Mexican restaurant. That kind of irked me, but I let it go. Sex was all that mattered. My annoyance, however, rose, when Michelle began to order.
I had money to blow, but from appetizer to dessert, she ordered as if sheād gone through and chose each dish that cost the most. Something told me Stephanie wouldnāt do that. Sheād order what she liked, not what a price said was best.
āAnd please, donāt forget to add extra cheese to the beans. I know how you
people like to skimp on those things,ā Michelle said from her side of the booth. I looked at her and saw a snide sneer on her face.
Ugh, she was one of those people, I thought to myself and politely ordered
my food without comment. She didnāt want to let it go.
āI love Mexican restaurants, but theyāre always staffed by people who can barely speak English.ā Her pretty blue eyes rolled in a rather ugly way. āI donāt know why they donāt just hire Americans.ā
āFrom her accent, she sounded American to me.ā I pointed out. The fact that the woman had blonde hair and green eyes didnāt mean she wasnāt of Hispanic origin, but her accent was straight down home South Carolina.
āOh, that doesnāt mean anything.ā This time I was the recipient of her eye rolling extravaganza. āI bet theyāre all illegal too.ā
I stared at her, floored at her attitude. She didnāt know the woman, or the hiring practices of the place, but she had already assumed so much. Maybe I should have just booked her for the time in bed and not have offered her dinner too. Iād met her a couple times at another bar Freddy took me to, and sheād seemed hot, intelligent, and fuckable. Now, I had to wonder.
The fact that every move she made, my brain compared to Stephanie didnāt
help. Thankfully, she stayed quiet as we waited for our food, and then the only conversation we had was about how good the food was. She had her extra cheese, and I imagined the waitress probably wanted to spit in it, so I left her a really good tip. Just for keeping her cool despite Michelleās demand for a new glass of wine because sheād managed to get a piece of cheese in it. Or the fact that she wanted different forks for her various dishes, a new tub of tortillas because her old ones had gone cold, and the moment when she sent her dessert back twice, because the apple pie wasnāt hot enough.
I was ready to ditch her by then, but I told myself I wasnāt here to like the woman and start a new relationship; I was there to fuck her and get Stephanie out of my system. Luckily, Michelle had a seductive body, and if sheād shut up, I might be able to rise to the occasion.
As soon as we were back in the room assigned to us, she pushed me against
the door and kissed me aggressively. āI want you to fuck me right now, Dylan.
Get those clothes off.ā
āOkay,ā I said and pushed her away. She needed a mint, which sheād refused
after the dinner weād had, and to tone down the dominance. That wasnāt my game. Not with her.
āYou need to hurry; I have another date in an hour,ā she said as I went to the couch to settle down.
Iād gone to sit there because I thought it would give her a minute to freshen up, but she followed me. āDid you pay already or are you paying after? Iām just wondering if youāre going to leave a tip? Iām saving up for a trip to Hawaii.ā
āOh. I have paid, but I can leave a tip too.ā She was really turning me off at this point, and I wanted to tell her to shut up and get my dick out of my pants for me.