by Kara Hart
At work, I’m at some old bag’s house, fixing her doorknob. It’s barely even broken, but I’m taking my damn time because I can’t get my hard-on down. I close the door, make sure it’s locked and I turn off the light. I sit against the counter and unzip my pants, letting it spring out.
I don’t care how wrong it is. This is what this woman is already doing to me. I close my eyes and picture her full lips, those cute cheeks of hers, and those freckles underneath her eyes. Fuck, I even picture her eyes. They looked brown today.
Precum is already coming out of my cock and I’m spreading it around my shaft, just slowly moving my hand over myself. “Are you finished?” the woman asks me from the door.
“No, I gotta fix the top fixture here. It might take me another ten minutes or so. Sorry, ma’am,” I call out, but of course I’m still jacking off in the woman’s bathroom. Again, I don’t care. It’s practically a medical emergency. I need to cum or I’ll be in pain all day from what happened earlier.
“Okay, just call out to me when you’re done!” she says, walking away.
Right. Sure thing. I’ll call out when cum is plastered onto your ceiling. Am I vile? Am I perverted? Am I everything women hate about men? Probably. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to degrade the very woman I keep thinking about. I picture her on her knees, spreading her cheeks for me, and waiting for my cock to penetrate her folds.
“Fuck,” I moan, feeling myself already close to the climax.
“What’s that?” the old woman asks from her bedroom.
“Nothing!” I exclaim. Dammit.
I run my hand over my shaft and start to speed up, gripping down much firmer now. I picture myself shooting my load inside Helena as she screams my name.
Addison! Addison! Oh, Addison!
I push myself in deep and feel the warm perfection of her cunt wash over me like a drug. She’s everything I’ve always dreamed of.
I cum.
I shoot my cum all over the woman’s floor, spilling some on my jeans. “Shit!” I call out, dropping to the floor to clean it up. The whole thing is comical. Me, on my knees, cleaning my jizz up from some woman’s floor.
“I’m done!” I call out, when everything looks spotless in there. I open the door and walk out, hiding my hands in my pocket, feeling the shame creep over me.
This is what love is really like. I used to watch those romantic comedies sometimes overseas and laugh. Love isn’t a nice box of chocolates. It’s not a bouquet of shitty flowers. Love is bending over and begging for it. Love is taking it all in and swallowing it down. Love is dirty.
“Wow!” the old woman exclaims. “You did one hell of a job in here.”
“No problem, ma’am. Anytime,” I smile. Anytime.
Helena
I call him while Judy is standing inside the café, ordering us both two red-eyes, so we can teach these maniacs as best we can. “Well, what do you want to do?” I ask him.
“What do you think I want to do, woman?” he mutters into the phone. I’ve opened Pandora’s box now. Ever since that little incident at the school, he’s been going crazy over me. At least, that’s what he insists on telling me. He’s been going crazy on the job, unable to fix things right, daydreaming over my… well, I don’t even want to say the word!
“You’re not going to get far if you keep talking like that,” I say, holding the phone nervously. I glance over at Judy in the line to make sure she’s nowhere near this conversation. She’s dirty, but I don’t want to tell her everything. At least, not yet. It’s embarrassing.
“You know you like it,” he says. I can picture his cocky smile against the receiver.
“I do not.” I blush. “Don’t you know how to woo a woman?”
“Why don’t you tell me, sweetie,” he says.
I scoff at that response, but continue anyway. “Women like subtlety. They like the mystery. You have to let them guess the big picture. You can’t just outright tell a woman you want to fuck them.”
“Why not?” he replies, the bastard.
“Because!” I hiss. “Because it’s wrong. It won’t work for you, at least.”
“Well, good. I never said I outright wanted to fuck you,” he says. “Now, you’re putting words in my mouth. What is that called? Transference?”
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“You’re putting your desires onto me now. How is that fair?” he laughs.
“You’re insufferable,” I tell him. “But you already know that, don’t you?”
“Sure do,” he says. “So, want to go out and see a movie or something? Is that more up your alley?”
“A movie? Is that what you small town men like to do in your free time?” I ask.
“Hell if I know,” he says. “I like to stay in.”
“Boring,” I reply. “Okay, we can see a movie, but only if we get a drink first.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he says. “See! We know how to compromise. We work so well together.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Goodbye.”
“See you later, baby,” he says, before I can hang up the phone.
“Ugh,” I sigh when I notice Judy standing over me with our iced coffees.
She sits down and smiles. “Addison, I presume?” she asks.
“How’d you know?” I ask her.
“Lucky guess, I suppose,” she laughs. “So, what’s the verdict? Are you two going out or what?”
“I don’t know,” I say, avoiding eye contact with her. “Maybe. Anyway, what’s your obsession with us going out?”
“I just want to see my new friend have some fun. That’s all. Is that a crime?” she asks, sipping on her drink.
“I guess not,” I sigh. “I still don’t know if it’s right, you know?”
“It’s never right,” she says. “Take a look around you. Does anything look right around here?”
I look around at the old couples eating their food. There’s hardly any talking going on. It’s odd to see people who have decided to spend their lives together unable to say one word to each other. “Maybe they’re just that comfortable with each other,” I reason. “Sometimes words are meaningless. Love trumps all of that, right?”
Now she’s the one who scoffs. “I guess. Heard that one before, but I’m not sure if it’s true. I think people just make a lot of bad decisions and reason that it’s the right path to take. Who knows if any of these people are actually happy? Do they look happy to you?”
She’s right, in a sense. Not too many of them are smiling and enjoying the nice day. “Well, we’re happy, right?” I ask her.
“Right now?” she asks. “Hell yeah, I’m happy. Ask me again in another hour, when I’m teaching those snot-brained kids.”
“Fuck, I don’t think I’m ready,” I laugh.
“Nah, they’re easy. Like, too easy, actually. Kids in this town have very little to prove,” she says. “The main headache is getting the school to budget better so we can get these kids some new computers. Anyway, what’s the plan with Addison? Come on, tell me what you guys are up to.”
Judy just pries and pries. She won’t let up. “We’re going to see a movie,” I tell her.
“Watch out,” she laughs, checking her watch. It’s almost time to head back to school. We both stand up and start walking toward the tan building in the distance.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I laugh.
“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Is he going to put his dick through the popcorn bag? You know, you reach in and grab what you think is popcorn. Instead, it’s a greasy cock.”
For some reason I picture Addison’s cock and I instantly grow wet. Thinking of how big he might be has honestly been in my head for the past few days. The way he touched me… it was like he didn’t even question it. It was just right.
“Oh my god! No,” I laugh.
Judy shrugs. “I’m not saying it’s going to happen. I’m not saying it won’t either.”
“Wouldn’t that be kind of messy for
everyone involved? I mean, he’d have butter all over himself. Butter and cum. Seems like a weird combo.” We both crack up.
“Girl, do you really think men care about what’s on their dick?” she asks. “As long as they’re cumming, they’re happy campers.”
“Gross.” I sigh. Well, tonight is going to be great.
“Don’t worry,” she tells me. “I’m sure it’s not as messy as it sounds.”
Addison
I keep it as simple as I can. Whiskey, food, and women. That’s all you really need in the life. It used to be, I went out searching for the magic. Anything to get me going, really. Anything that made me feel like I was more alive than I actually was. Now, I keep it simple. A nice movie. Dinner. My mouth between her smooth legs. That’s all I really want.
But I’m sure as hell not wearing any kind of suit. That’s out of the question. No, I keep it simple as pie. I put on an old pair of jeans, an undershirt, and a nice pair of boots. I’m a fuckin’ SEAL. She should know by now that she’s not going on a date with a billionaire or anything of the sort.
Still, as confident as I act, I’m still debating the whole thing. The way she left that one night was so out of the blue. I’ve got so many questions. Is she going to run off again? Is she just playing hard to get? I hate it when people play games. That’s my number one pet peeve. I like it straight up and raw.
I head out, combing my hair, while acknowledging the nice breeze outside. I get in my old BMW, the one I’ve had for at least ten years, and start the engine. Only problem is that it doesn’t start. It clicks over. “Shit!” I hit the steering wheel. “Come on, don’t do this to me now, babe.”
I turn the keys again and to my surprise, it starts. “Hallelujah!” I laugh to myself. I head over to the address she texted me a little bit ago and I have to raise a brow when I see just how nice the neighborhood she chose is. For a teacher, it’s a damn good area.
She’s outside, underneath the American flag that’s on hanging on her house. “Hey, Miss America,” I wink, window rolled down.
“Hey there.” She smiles, looking cute as hell. She’s wearing a white skirt and white crop top, and she’s showing enough skin to make my cock twitch against the zipper. She takes a deep breath before getting into my old car.
When she’s inside, I get a better look at her. Her skin is so fucking smooth. It makes me go crazy. She’s wonderful. I don’t use that word too often. It sounds a little hyperbolic to use often, but she’s the epitome of that word right now.
“You look gorgeous,” I hug her. She kisses my cheek out of custom I guess, or maybe not, and smiles.
“Thanks,” she says. “You look good as always. Want to get a little tipsy before this movie?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I smile, knowing full well she hates being called that.
She frowns jokingly and we head to the local dive bar, The Office, which is not too far from the theater we’re going to.
The drive is quiet, so I turn on some music to lighten the mood. On the radio is some R&B, and I dance to it, while driving.
“You listen to R&B?” she asks me.
“What? You don’t?” I stop at a red light and turn to her and start dancing, grinding my hip against the steering wheel, while smiling.
“I do, actually,” she laughs.
“Well, come on! Dance with me then,” I say. It’s a good icebreaker because dates are always awful in the beginning. There’s never anything to say and both people usually just want to go home and fuck, anyways. But you have to dress it up a little, so I do.
She starts to dance with me, until the light turns green, and then I floor it to the bar. “What’s so funny?” I ask her.
“I just didn’t think a guy like you listened to music like this, is all.” She smiles.
“What, you thought I listened to AC/DC all of the time?” I ask her. “Because I went off to war, or something?”
“Well… yeah, actually,” she laughs. “I’m sure you think I’m some nerdy teacher, right?”
“No, actually,” I say. “Teachers are always insane.”
“We are?” she asks me.
I nod confidently. “You grabbed my hand and forced it on yourself, right? That was you, right?” I glance down at her skirt and then back up to those beautiful shifting eyes.
Her throat gets tight for a second, before she takes a deep breath and relaxes, remembering who she’s dealing with. “Was that me?” She laughs. “I forgot.”
I give out a deep laugh as we pull into the parking lot. I jump out of my seat and grab her door, holding it open for her. “Such a gentleman,” she says, stepping out of the car. I glance down at her legs for the millionth time and I notice her black heels.
And then something different happens. At first, I think I’m just dreaming it, but it quickly becomes apparent that it’s reality. She grabs my cock and lightly feels my shaft. I’m hard within seconds. “Let’s get that drink,” she winks.
I groan and have to adjust myself, while she walks into the bar. I hurry to catch up with her, but I’m still fucking hard. She sits down on a bar stool and her ass comes crashing down against the leather right in front of my eyes. My heart races and my emotions go off the wall. What’s a guy to do when a woman is this good at playing games? Okay, pet peeve number one… I think I like it when women play games.
“Jesus Christ, woman,” I smile and sit down. “You serious right now?”
“What?” She plays innocent. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I admit. “I just—”
“I’m making up for the other night,” she says. “Bartender, we’ll take two whiskey cokes, please.”
“How’d you know that’s what I was going to order?” I ask her.
“Just intuition, I guess,” she replies.
I put my hand against her thigh and push my stool close to hers. She smells like evergreen and nightshade, a deadly combo, but I’m already hooked to the core. She’s a smart woman. She knows that she’s got me locked in her crosshairs. When she doesn’t push my hand away, I know that I’m totally fucked.
“So, is this movie we’re seeing any good?” I ask her, trying my best not to bend her over this bar and force everyone to leave with my lewd actions.
“That romcom?” she asks. I nod and she just shrugs. “Probably not,” she laughs.
“What’s your angle?” I ask her. She goes from hot to cold, to hot, and cold again so fast I can’t keep up with her. But she doesn’t have to say anything for me to know what her angle is. She guides me with her eyes, looking down at my crotch, and I know she doesn’t just want me to pay for drinks. No, tonight, she wants something much bigger.
“No angle.” She smiles. “Tonight is all about having fun.”
But within a few minutes, Halloway walks in, stumbling drunk. When he’s five feet into the bar, I can already smell the alcohol coming from his breath. “Shit,” I mutter, trying my best not to make eye contact with the guy.
“That’s your friend, right?”
“Yes,” I mutter. “I can’t believe he’s here. Well, I can, because he’s a drunk, but the timing is too spot on.”
“Addison?!” he screams near the jukebox. Everyone turns to look at him. When they see that he’s staring at me, they all look at me.
Even the bartender is worried. He leans over the bar and shakes his head. “If your friend doesn’t leave, I’m going to have to kick all of you out,” he says, wiping his hands on a towel.
“He’s not with us,” I mutter, feeling like I need to sock the guy across the face.
“Addison, don’t bullshit me,” he says. “Come on. Get your friend out of here.”
Somehow, Helena thinks the whole situation is hilarious. She laughs and watches as I struggle deal with Halloway.
“Addison!” he screams again. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you, motherfucker.”
“Come on, man,” I sigh, jumping off my stool. I throw my arm around his shoulder and say, “What are you
talking about? Bone to pick? We’re brothers.”
“Always?!” he screams. The whole thing is embarrassing.
“Always, man.” I sigh. Fuck, I’m ready to never talk to this guy again. I don’t care what we went through overseas. This is so much worse.
“Why haven’t you called me?” he slurs his words. “It’s ‘cause of that girl. We never go drinkin’ anymore,” he says. I have to drag him outside and set him down on a bench. I even call a cab to pick him up. The whole thing is a fucking disaster.
“You good?” I ask him, as he gets into the car. Inside, I can see Helena sipping the last of her drink. That’s when I know the date is ruined. Again. Great.
“I’m fantastic,” he smiles as the cab drives away. “Hooyah,” he says, saluting. It’s fucking embarrassing.
I walk back in, ready to say goodbye to Helena and destroy some sad sack who talks to me the wrong way.
To my surprise, she’s already grabbed her purse and headed my way. The date is ruined.
She walks right by me.
Helena
I walk right past the guy, smiling, knowing that his heart is practically beating out of his chest. I don’t know what it is, but seeing a man like that squirm is a crazy sight. To his surprise, I grab his hand.
“Let’s skip the movie,” I say.
“Fuckin’ Halloway,” he whispers, with anger, balling his fist up.
“Let’s go back to my place instead. I can show you that light that needs fixing.” I smile.
His eyebrows rise and a short smile creeps onto his face. “Sure, ma’am,” he mimics himself. “I’ll get it up and running for you.”
I’ve never felt so much tension coming from anyone before. Normally, men just expect this kind of treatment. I think Addison probably does with most women, but for some reason, he acts different around me. He acts like he actually likes me. So, when we’re in his car, I turn to him and look in his eyes, trying to figure him out.
