She’d been eager, patient, but willing to say no. She’d been honest about what she’d wanted, and once she understood that she didn’t have to be coy with me, she’d been very blunt about her desires. I’d wanted to push her, to find her limits, but I’d 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 she’d given me all I’d wanted from her. She was genuine from the start, and I admired that in her.
That wasn’t to say I hadn’t had my own mind blown. I’d become a little more than jaded over the years. I’d seen it all, done it all, but Stephanie had reminded me of what it was like. How wondrous each new exploration could be.
I’d even felt nervous when I’d touched her, something she’d never know, but I did. She’d 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. I’d never been there that early in the morning and didn’t know the woman, so I didn’t hang around for a chat. By the time I made it to my car, I knew that three days wouldn’t be enough, and I kind of resented Stephanie for that. I couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 I’d 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 hadn’t been this into a woman in my entire life. A few had intrigued me, but the fascination had ended quickly. I didn’t 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. She’d been so ready for me, and that was part of the reason I’d 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 she’d be slick and tight, and fuck … 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 she’d only just given me a blow job a few hours before? I wasn’t 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 she’d turned me into the kid who couldn’t 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 she’d asked for had left me with a few sore places in my neck and back, but fuck if it wasn’t worth it.
I was really worried about how much I wanted to see her again, though. I wasn’t that kind of guy and never had been. That was why I’d 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. I’d fuck her out of my head with someone else. There was a girl at another club with black hair and the bluest eyes I’d 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 I’d be busy tonight if Stephanie called, then decided to spend the rest of the day at the gym. I didn’t really need the workout, but I couldn’t 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. I’d 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.
“Hi there, handsome. How are you tonight?” 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 couldn’t 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. “I’m alright, Michelle, how are you?”
“I’m good, Dylan. Want a drink?” She went to a cabinet, bent down, and opened a door to look inside. We have scotch, vodka, and gin. There’s also a few sodas in there and some juice.”
“Scotch please, Michelle.” I took the drink she handed me, and she sat down beside me. “Where do you want to eat?”
“There’s a new Mexican place just up the street…” She used a seductive voice that got my attention. Especially when she put her hand high on my thigh.
“Not quite what I had in mind, but it’s your decision.” 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.
“It’s my favorite food, so yeah, I’d like to try it.” She took the now empty glass I handed to her and stood up. “Come on, we can walk to it.”
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 wasn’t one for dancing, so she’d 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 I’d 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 she’d gone through and chose each dish that cost the most. Something told me Stephanie wouldn’t do that. She’d order what she liked, not what a price said was best.
“And please, don’t forget to add extra cheese to the beans. I know how you
people like to skimp on those things,” 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 didn’t want to let it go.
“I love Mexican restaurants, but they’re always staffed by people who can barely speak English.” Her pretty blue eyes rolled in a rather ugly way. “I don’t know why they don’t just hire Americans.”
“From her accent, she sounded American to me.” I pointed out. The fact that the woman had blonde hair and green eyes didn’t mean she wasn’t of Hispanic origin, but her accent was straight down home South Carolina.
“Oh, that doesn’t mean anything.” This time I was the recipient of her eye rolling extravaganza. “I bet they’re all illegal too.”
I stared at her, floored at her attitude. She didn’t 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. I’d met her a couple times at another bar Freddy took me to, and she’d seemed hot, intelligent, and fuckable. Now, I had to wonder.
The fact that every move she made, my brain compared to Stephanie didn’t
