“Well, Jack from the bar, come on over and I’ll share the view.” Wait. What the fuck did she just say now? Can I just hop on over to her place? Am I man enough to take the bait? I want to, I definitely want to. My balls tingle, and I grab them through my boxer briefs. I just need to hold onto them, to remind myself that I’m man enough for this wild girl. I’ve got the balls, don’t I?
“Tell me where, darlin, and I’ll come right over.” I pray she gives me an address. Might as well get my ass in gear. I don’t feel drunk but decide I shouldn’t drive anyway. I’m fucking definitely taking her bait.
“Okay, lover boy, I’ll text you.” Then she giggles, a cute little sound. “Jack from the bar, I hope to see you soon.” I hear a click as she abruptly hangs up. That’s all, but her voice on a whisper still lingers. My phone makes that blurry sound that means a text is coming through, and her address magically appears. I’m over the moon ecstatic.
I rejoice in this private moment and feel myself harden at the thought of showing up on her doorstep. Maybe this is what I need? Just a fuck. This will be new for me. I’m not the kind of man who cats around town. I’m a one-woman man. I love being in a committed relationship. But this isn’t about that. This is me taking a new leap. Maybe it’s a leap of faith.
I’m not sure of anything, but I throw my jeans back on and rush out the room, dialing a cab company as I fly out my front door.
I jump in the car while giving the cabbie the address. He says, “I got you, man,” and starts heading towards our destination. “Why you out so late, dude?” he asks. He’s probably trying to get a conversation started to keep himself awake. I guess I’ll take pity on him.
Normally I wouldn’t even answer, but I’m trying to shake myself wide awake. “Going to visit someone,” I reply. I’m not interested in overshares, but the cab driver isn’t letting it go.
“You mean a lady?” He looks in the rearview mirror with a shit-eating grin.
Yeah, he knows I’m on my way to a booty call, but does he have to be so loud about it?
He pulls up to a house just then, and instead of answering I pay the fare and jump out of the car. This is going to be epic. I can’t wait to get inside. Just thinking of Alex’s naked body has my cock hardening.
I walk up to the house. It’s dark, except she’s turned the porch light on, and, like a guidepost, I follow it to her front steps. There’s a flower garden to the left—I can see flowers blooming—and to the right are bushes and a small lemon tree.
I step up to the wooden door and tap lightly—tap, tap, tap—and wait. I hear a rustling sound and then Alex throws open the door just as I pull my hand away. Without a word, she motions for me to come inside. As soon as the door clicks shut, she drops her robe on the floor. This girl has some guts! There, standing in front of me, is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I get lost in her curves. Finally, our eyes meet.
Alex, with tats running up her arm and more on her back, smells wonderful. The ink is artistically done, and she looks gorgeous standing in the moonlight.
We grab each other without a word, kissing passionately as I back her up to the couch. Her luscious mouth knows how to kiss, that’s for damn sure. She tastes amazing. I am mesmerized by the feel of her body against mine. I know she can feel my hard-on as I push her down and lay over her. She brings out the beast in me. I feel her silky skin slide under my fingertips as I gaze into her sparkling brown eyes.
“Hey, gorgeous girl,” I whisper. “I’m gonna fuck you hard.”
“Yes,” Alex says frantically. “Yes, please.”
We’re all hands, grabbing each other’s bodies. She pulls at my clothes and slides her hands down my back. As I kick my shoes off, my T-shirt and jeans fall silently to the floor. I feel her hands glide down to my ass and she pulls me in closer. I’m so grateful to be here. Alex is all mine for the night. All I can hear is our heavy breathing, panting breathlessly.
I sigh as contentment laces through me.
Alex sighs too, and I know how turned on we are. I run my hands over her tiny naked body. I caress her perfect breasts and grab a nipple to twist hard. I can see that she loves it, so I keep going; being aggressive seems to really turn her on even more.
“You like that.” I give Alex a sexy grin.
“Oh yes, more Jack, more,” Alex says as I grab her tighter. “I love it.”
We’re rough with each other. I suck hard on her tit while I slide my fingers through her wet, slippery slit. Her juices drip onto my fingertips and I suck one in my mouth. “You taste so sweet,” I whisper.
“Oh, Jack,” Alex moans. “You turn me on.”
Alex pulls me back to her mouth. Her lips are lush, and I attack her with all the passion rising inside. My tongue dips deep in her mouth. The suction fuses us together, and I can hardly wait to plunge it inside her juicy pussy. We’re starved for each other. We just can’t get enough. As our hearts wildly pound, our hands explore each other’s bodies. Alex is my new playground, a wonderland of slides and curves of velvety skin.
I kiss all the way down her gorgeous body and spread her creamy thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” I sigh into her knee. The apex between her legs is a heavenly sight. She’s got such a hot body. Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed, and my fingers slip through the sweet blonde curls. “Cute.” I look up into her warm, lust-filled eyes. Her clit stands up, hard and glorious, like a pearl that’s dripping wet and inviting.
I slam two fingers inside her and latch onto her clit with my mouth. She squirms and bucks her hips, then she grabs a hold of my hair in her fist and pulls on the strands.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she whispers in a low, guttural voice. I keep sucking until her back arches and she erupts into an orgasm that lifts her clear off the couch. She groans and screams, “Oh my god!”, holding my head tightly with her thighs until the spasms slow and she falls back down on the couch. This girl orgasms like a joy ride.
“Damn, girl, you are gorgeous when you come.”
Her eyes glitter at me. “Whew! That was...” Alex goes limp in my arms as she tries to form words.
Then I work my way back up, and as I kiss her delectable full lips, I feel her hands slide down my back and her nails impale my skin. “Best orgasm,” Alex whispers in my ear, “ever.” I know I’ll wear her marks tomorrow, and I love it. Then, she squeezes my cock. ”Lover-boy, you have a cock that most women dream of,” she says as she jerks me off. I have never thought of my cock like that. My chest puffs up with pride.
“Enjoy, darlin,” I whisper, my cock hard as steel.
Alex starts working her way down my body, kissing my chest as she goes. She stops at my nipples and sucks each into her mouth hard and fierce as she looks up into my eyes. She turns me the fuck on. She smiles seductively and says, “You’re incredible.”
I’m hungry for more. My dick stands straight up, hitting just under my belly button. I know I’m stacked; I’ve been told what a huge cock I have my entire adult life. At 9 inches, it stands up long and thick when I’m stiff.
Alex purrs, “Holy hell!” when she gets to my cock and grabs onto me. She holds me in place with her tiny hand that barely reaches around my girth while she slides me inside her warm mouth. She gets just enough inside that I’m gone, blissed out in my own turned-on heaven.
“Oh, good lord,” I mumble, so turned on I can’t see through my blurry vision of Alex holding onto my dick.
I have gone to the eighth wonder of the world. Holy hell, her warm mouth—that incredible mouth—sucks me in hard. Her cheeks are sunken in while she runs her hand up and down the length of me and grabs hold of my balls. She rolls them around while she’s sucking me down and into her throat. She makes me feel like a god.
“Oh my god, you are so good at that,” I growl, smiling at her head bobbing up and down. I feel the suction and try to get more words out, but I can’t talk right now.
Suddenly I pull her off of me and rasp, “Hold up, girl, I want to come ins
ide you.”
I slide a condom on and drive my cock straight into her. “Fuck!” Alex yells as she arches her back, her hips pushing up towards me.
We fuck down and dirty. I pound her deep and hard, thirsty for more. I thrust over and over inside her. I have never fucked someone so hard or so fast. We slam against each other, our hips clashing again and again. We finally erupt together with a loud “ARGH!” before we both groan and collapse on the bed side by side, breathing heavily. All I can hear in the silent room is our heavy pants as we begin to calm ourselves down.
“That was...” Alex whispers, breath heaving with each word.
“That was amazing,” I say gruffly. It really was.
Damn, I needed that! Damn, I could live inside her cunt every day. I’m a happy man. For the first time in months, I’m happy.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper in her ear and kiss her sweetly. This woman is such a sweet fuck.
“You are wonderful,” Alex says, rolling over to her side and sliding her arm around my waist.
Alex and I fall asleep in each other’s arms later that night. Her round ass snuggles up to my front and my arms wrap tightly around her small, curvy body. Her breathing evens as she falls asleep, her body relaxing into me. I listen to her breaths for a long time, thinking back to when our lips first crashed together. I’m more attracted to her than I’ve ever been attracted to a woman before. I slide my arm over the top of her head and sigh longingly into my pillow. I feel content for the first time in ages.
By the time the morning sun rises, I silently slide into my clothes and leave her sleeping sweetly in her bed.
Chapter Seven
Jack
When I get home, I drop the keys on the counter and my clothes fall silently to the floor as I walk mindlessly to my bedroom. I am beat. My muscles are sore and my entire body aches. In all the good ways. The night of fucking inspires me, and I think about what I want to accomplish later today. I left a note for Alex: Thanks for having me over. I didn’t just want to up and disappear like that with no word. I learned the hard way, that’s no way to leave a person. I’m not going to treat her like a slut.
Alex is a great fuck, and that’s an understatement. We fucked like rabbits all night long. I’ve got to say she’s the best fuck of my life. Ever. She’s talented with her tongue and her hands are pure magic. Her hips went after mine with a hard bang. Over and over she pushed up to me and kissed me with such passion. I loved that about her. She just knows how to fuck. And how to kiss. And how to suck. Oh lord, this girl knows what she’s doing. Maybe we’ll fuck again someday. A man can always hope.
I’m not looking to get involved, that’s for damn sure. All those pesky emotions mucking up my life? Ugh, no thanks. But having a fuck buddy sounds amazing. In fact, it sounds perfect. I’ll have to see what she wants. Later, though.
I start whistling as I put on some clean boxers and fall into bed. It feels so good to go home and lie in my own bed. I crawl in, without a shower, and slide inside the cool sheets. As soon as my head hits the pillow I’m out and sleeping like the dead. I sleep a dreamless solid four straight hours that put me in a better frame of mind. I haven’t slept like that for ages. Since Lizzy left that goddamn note. Seems Alex is the salve that eases my broken heart.
I wake refreshed and run to the bathroom. It’s time to wash the sex smell from my body. I relish the memory of Alex under me as I wash my body with the hot, steaming water pounding on me. I stand for a long time under the nozzle, just enjoying the heat beating the shit out of my skin. I’m still so sore from the night before. I hope the heat of the shower will ease the aches in my muscles just like Alex eases the ache in my heart.
Once I finish washing, I turn the water off and step out of the shower. I get dressed in a clean pair of jeans and throw on a cotton T-shirt. I make a pot of coffee and take my mug into the living room to plop down on the couch. I have a game to watch, so I click on the TV and lose myself in watching the Giants take on the Phillies. Honestly, I don’t understand why people say they think baseball is boring. They just don’t understand all the subtleties, but I love it. This is all I need today. Freshly fucked, coffee, and baseball. Boom! This is my idea of a perfect day.
I feel a smile creep over my face and I know I feel better than I have in a long time.
The night with Alex gives me a new lease on life, and I’m not going to waste any time. I write a letter of resignation to the bank and start thinking about my next steps. I want a job that I love, and though I’m not sure what or where to go to find it, I’m determined to make a big change. My life needs a jumpstart into something new. New sounds exciting and exactly what the doctor ordered.
I skim the want ads online and even get a newspaper to look through the listings. I don’t see anything that speaks to me. I tell myself the answer will come.
I run across another Cribs story and read the entire article. Boy, Jeremy will be surprised at my newfound interest, I chuckle to myself.
The answer to my future certainly won’t come to me sitting around at that stupid bank. I get an email ack asking me to reconsider. They offer me more money, like that’s my driving force. I guess I’m good at that crappy job.
But nothing will change my mind. It pays really well, but money just doesn’t do it for me. It’s a means to an end; a way to survive but nothing more. I don’t have a family to support, and since it’s just me, I really don’t need much.
Now that my two-week notice is finally accepted, I start working on my resume. I’m thinking about working with young teens. I’m hoping that Jeremy has some ideas for me, but I feel driven to work with those troubled urban kids. I had my own ‘lost year’ when I was sixteen years old. But I don’t want to figure it out while working that fucking bank job. I have some savings put away, so I’m not worried about money for now.
I hear a knock at my door, so I put the TV on mute and go to answer. Normally, my heart would be hammering in my chest with the hope that Lizzy would be standing on the other side. But now I don’t think a thing about her as I pull the door wide open.
“Brother, whatcha doing here?” I ask Jeremy as he walks through my door.
“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop in and watch the rest of the game with you.”
“That’s awesome, let me grab some beers and I’ll meet you in the living room?”
“Sounds good,” Jeremy says with a grin and walks right past me. He’s wearing some blue jeans today. They’re slung low on his hips, and he still holds his swagger even though we’re alone. That brother of mine, he cracks me up. All our lives he’s been a force to be reckoned with, and I’m happy to live in his shadow.
I go to the kitchen and grab my six pack out of the fridge and rummage around for a bag of chips. By the time I get back to the living room, my brother has made himself comfortable. He’s my best friend, loyal to a fault. He always has my back and always, no matter what, is there for me. I admire him for the man he has become. He’s kind and intelligent, and I really enjoy spending time with him.
So yeah, Jeremy? He’s fucking awesome.
I’m glad to see him today. I’m in such a great mood; nothing’s going to bring me down. I want to share my good mood with my brother.
“Who’s winning?” he asks as soon as he sees me. I hand him a beer and as he twists off the cap. I say, “Giants, of course.” We laugh, because it’s never a given.
I drop down on my side of the couch and try to catch up to the game. They’re in the seventh-inning stretch. Perfect. I take a long gulp of beer, wipe my mouth, and say, “Jeremy, what’s up? Why are you really here? I don’t buy the whole I’m in the neighborhood bullshit. Either you’ve got something to tell me, or you need something.”
Jeremy takes a swallow of beer, and, as I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down, he looks over at me. “I heard someone saw Lizzy.” He takes a pause, and I’m all what the fuck? “I didn’t want to call and tell you, but I thought you’d want to know.”
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Damnit, I was having such a good time, but suddenly my heart drops and I feel completely flustered. I’m not sure what to say to that. I grab my bottle of beer and drink half of it down before placing it back on the table, just to pick it back up again.
Finally, after a long-ass pause, I say, “What the fuck? Who…where...what? What did they say?” I’m stammering like a fool. This takes me right off guard. I’m unnerved, that’s for damn sure. I really don’t know how, after all this heart-wrenching time, I could finally hear something now? I don’t even know if I care about this bitch anymore. I wait while he drinks down some more beer. Maybe I’m finally going to get some answers.
Jeremey begins by clearing his throat. “Ahem,” he coughs and sputters, “Well, my buddy, Ted—you remember him from the fishing trip we took a couple of years ago?” I nod silently and he continues. “Well, Ted called today, and in passing said he ran into her over in Italy. Can you imagine that?”
What the hell is Lizzy doing In Italy? I look into Jeremy’s eyes as my rage rises. My mind is reeling, spinning so fast I can hardly keep up. She could have called. She really could have. I can’t deny it anymore: she’s blowing me off. I feel the anger start deep in the pit of my stomach and travel up my neck, which flushes red. My fury boils up like I’ve been hit with a sledgehammer. Sweat forms on my upper lip, and I try like hell to say something, anything.
“Did he say if he talked to her?” I’m in shock, really, and my lips go numb. My mouth feels frozen, and I just can’t spit out any more than that, but I feel down in the pit of me that I might throw up.
“Um, he waved and she waved back. That’s all I know.” Jeremy shrugs his shoulders and adds, “He was in Rome doing a photo shoot and he says he saw her across the way, and she waved. That’s it, that’s all I got.”
Really? That's all? That’s enough to set my blood boiling. My heart beats so hard as it pounds rapidly inside. I feel like my blood pressure soars through the roof, and I can’t for the life of me sort this shit out.
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