Statistic - 2nd Edition

by Dawn Robertson

  RealEstateBoss: I take it from the look on your face that you like it?

  StrawBerryMom: Its… wow.

  RealEstateBoss: Tell me…

  StrawBerryMom: Its big… I haven’t seen one… that big.

  RealEstateBoss: How many men have you been with Aurora?

  StrawBerryMom: Promise you won’t make fun of me?

  RealEstateBoss: I promise.

  StrawBerryMom: One.

  RealEstateBoss: Only one?

  StrawBerryMom: Yes, my ex-husband.

  RealEstateBoss: You know that makes me want you even more now…

  StrawBerryMom: Why is that?

  RealEstateBoss: Because I know that pussy is nice and tight.

  I laugh as my hand runs down my body and grazes my wet pussy. The entire conversation with Wesley has completely turned me on. And I love the feeling it is giving me. I love the sensation of being wanted by someone else. Even if it is just sexually.

  RealEstateBoss: How wet is your pussy? I know you’re touching it…

  StrawBerryMom: How do you know I’m touching myself?

  RealEstateBoss: Because I saw your hand move down there.

  StrawBerryMom: Ok… so what? I’m wet.

  RealEstateBoss: How wet?

  StrawBerryMom: Very wet.

  RealEstateBoss: I wanna see how wet.

  StrawBerryMom: I can’t show you that.

  RealEstateBoss: Why not? You saw mine. In fact I am still showing you. We can get off together. Why not?

  StrawBerryMom: Screw it… why not?

  Caution meet wind. but there was one thing for sure now. I could never actually meet his guy in real life. I would be far too embarrassed to actually see him face-to-face after getting off for him on a web cam.

  I lie down on my bed and position the camera so he can watch me seductively pull my panties down. His fist lazily starts pumping up and down his long thick shaft. Slowly working his erection while the other hand cups his balls. I let out a small gasp and immediately I feel dirty. But god it all feels so damn good at the same time. This is the first time I have watched a guy pleasure himself and the act itself is extremely erotic. Something about seeing exactly what he likes when he pleasures himself turns me on even more.

  I wiggle my panties the rest of the way off, and toss them onto the floor next to the bed. The web cam has a full view of my glistening wet pussy. Freshly shaved as always. Wesley licks his lips as he watches and continues to stroke his cock up and down. I should feel self-conscious because no one, not even Colin has ever watched me pleasure myself. It is always something I would hide away in the bathroom and do when he couldn’t get me off.

  My finger parts my pussy lips, and I slowly start rubbing my clit. Just like I do when I masturbate without an audience. I dip my middle finger inside and continue to work myself closer and closer to my own orgasm. I am so turned on just from watching Wesley, that I am already so close.

  Wesley must be able to tell, as I increase my pace, his strokes get faster. We are both going to town on ourselves, bringing each other to the brink of pleasure without even laying a finger on the other person. It is hot. Sexy. Erotic. For a moment, I am so lost in the pleasure I am giving myself, that I close my eyes and forget about my onlooker. I let myself go and give in to the pleasure my body is feeling. One of my hands pinches my nipple as the other continues to rub on my wet pussy.

  My orgasm begins to crash over me and my hand grabs at the bed sheets, while I bite on my lip trying to muffle my cries of pleasure, as the other hand milks out every last wave of pleasure my body will produce. When I look up at the screen once again, it is just in time to catch Wesley’s cock erupt in his own orgasm. Coating his stomach in thick streams of come. I lay my head back on the bed, embarrassed as hell, and turned on beyond anything I have ever felt before. It is such a torn feeling. Dirty, and completely satisfied. Oh, and confused as hell.

  Instead of saying goodnight, I close my laptop interrupting our connection and pretend I didn’t just masturbate on web cam for one of the hottest guys I have ever seen.

  The messages on Fish in the Sea continued. Some from polite men I would never talk to in real life. Yes, I have become that woman who simply wouldn’t reply to a message based on someone’s looks. Why string people along or even give them false hope that I would go out with them? Some of them are young men I am pretty sure I could have been their mother. Seriously, I know I am not that old, but my god, they are just so young. Some are just crude. But this entire experience really has taught me a lot about the male species. Lessons I probably could have lived without as well. And lessons I probably would have learned in high school if my world hadn’t revolved around Colin all that time.

  I have kind of mourned what kind of life I could have had if I didn’t get and stay involved with him from so early in my life. But, I refuse to live my life with regrets anymore because there is one thing I know for sure and it is the fact that I would not have Liam today if my life didn’t play out exactly like it has.

  I also decided to avoid Wesley at all costs.

  After that night, I didn’t sign into Skype again. To say I was embarrassed that I had let myself go like that would have been an understatement. I continued to think about it repeatedly and instantly felt bad for what I did while my four year old was sleeping in the next room over. I felt dirty and used. But in the moment, I finally felt free. I guess it wasn’t much different from having sex with Colin when Liam was in the next room over. And I definitely wouldn’t be bringing any men back to my house, but the amount of thought I was putting into the situation as a whole was completely overwhelming.

  Jeremy and Jackson had continued to make small talk on the website. Both were extremely respectful and down to earth, which, again, was refreshing. But right now, I just wasn’t comfortable enough to take the time to meet anyone new. Although, Jeremy had been awfully quiet.

  So, instead of dwelling on it some more, I moved on. Looking for some more men to talk with and praying that my own lack of sex life wouldn’t land me in the same predicament it did with Wesley.

  But, in true alpha male fashion, Wesley wouldn’t take no for an answer. I guess I should have felt flattered that after all we did over the computer… he was still interested in me at all. I should have been labeled a slut and cast away like so many other women before me. For a full week he has been begging me to at least have dinner with him. I finally broke down four days into his pursuit and agreed to have dinner with him. A friendly, no strings attached dinner with no expectations given the history of what we already did. I probably should have set some ground rules going into it, but I figured we were both adults… we could keep our hormones in check.

  Plus, we would be in public.

  I’ve easily become obsessive about checking my messages on Fish in the Sea though. I have to log in at least three times a day or I feel like I am missing out on something. It was like Facebook for those looking to meet new people instead of connecting with everyone you already know. Talking with these men was slowly becoming the highlight of my day. I just loved the attention it gave me because I finally felt wanted by someone. It sounds stupid since I have a date in an hour, but he is the one who threw in the whole no strings attached crap.

  StrawberryMom,

  I am new to this site, and just wanted to say hello.

  - Kevin

  Nope, I am pretty sure you are a serial killer that drives a Tony Danza van.

  Whats good? Suck’n, fuckin’ or what?

  -TJ

  I should have given this one an A for effort. That is one hell of a pickup line. But if he had said that to me in person, I would have slapped him across the face.

  Hello sexy,

  I would love to bend you over and show you what a real man is.

  -Roger

  I am sure our definition of real man differs drastically.

  Hey beautiful,

  I’m sorry I went missing. I had to travel for work and I’m finally getting
back after being in Europe for three weeks. I thought about you often and I hope you haven’t fallen madly in love with anyone yet. I would love to take you out sometime.

  -Jeremy

  Wow, I really thought he had completely forgotten about me. But, I guess life happens sometimes. I can be understanding, but I certainly won’t be casting the other men to the side. I still have two more dates lined up. I almost love this whole playing the field part of things. No strings attached. By no means am I a whore, hell I won’t even touch half of them. But, it has really kept the loneliness I have felt for the past year at bay. It helped to fill a void I didn’t realize I had all these years.

  My head spins trying to keep everyone in line. My phone buzzes, distracting me from Jeremy’s message. I smile when I notice Brent texted me. His friendship means the world to me, seriously. We have become more of best friends than anything. Even getting our boys together to play on several occasions. I almost wish that things were different for us, that the spark we needed to feel was there. It is refreshing that we can really talk about just anything without there being expectations of hurting the other’s feelings, or not impressing them. It is comfortable.

  Ready for your date?

  I smile because not even any of the girls has taken the time out of their busy schedules to check in on my whole getting back into the field project. Jill is away for work, Callie is well… not really up to hear about the fun of dating when she is swollen and ready to pop, and Kim gives the worst dating advice in general so I just steer clear of her altogether. Yeah we have hung out, but it seems as though the topic of conversation always reverts back to what they are doing. It kind of sucks when you have friends like that. Maybe it is just time to move on from high school friends, and make some adult-real world friends?

  For the most part. Nervous, but I contacted him first so I shouldn’t be.

  Wesley is downright gorgeous, but completely unattached. He isn’t looking for another wife or more kids. Single fatherhood hasn’t been everything he planned for in life, but he clearly has still carved time out for fun. He is a player in every sense of the word. He has money and it shows through in every picture. Just the way he carries himself screams confidence; something I am not used to in my own life or in the men I have dated. But something about him just pulled me in. Then the night on Skype with me sealed the deal.

  Truth be told, I had opened and closed his profile several times before breaking down and sending him a message which he quickly replied to. He is fun and cheeky. Has his shit together and would make an outstanding husband, if he ever decided to be a one woman kind of man.

  Deep down, I know that will never happen though. This date is more of a whole put the voice, face, and personality together. We have interacted so much, but it has never been face-to-face. I think once I do get over that hurdle, I will be able to move on without the what ifs that have been taunting me to actually let down that wall and meet him.

  You’re a catch, Aurora. He should be grateful to be taking you out.

  Text me later and let me know how it goes.

  My short black cocktail dress looks like something Julia Roberts would have worn in Pretty Woman and my hair rests on my shoulders as I press my lips together and blot my red lipstick. All ready for my night. And like that, I am on my way to another date in hopes of finding something more than I have with the other men I have wasted my time on thus far. But knowing this man isn’t my Prince Charming. He is just my Prince Freedom.

  Wesley is so much hotter in person. I am fucking tempted to turn around and leave the restaurant before he sees me. Everything about Wesley screams out of my league. Just as I decide I am going to stand up this damn near perfect man and head for the exit, he waves in my direction. His lips part, exposing a perfect mega watt smile. His brown hair is flawlessly styled slightly to the side and his green eyes shine across the dimly lit eatery. Maybe he won't notice all my imperfections in this light? I can't help but let my beaten down ego get the best of me. Colin did a number on me. I shutter at the memory of all the words he would use to describe me. Frigid, cold, heartless, frumpy, ugly, used. The last one constantly standing out in my mind. Used. Used by him maybe. But not used like the whores he has chosen to run with now.

  I shake the thoughts of Colin from my mind and slowly make my way through the sea of tables in this overpriced dining room, extremely careful not to trip on the sky high nude platform pumps I chose to go along with my cocktail dress. Just as I make my way to Wesley, he rises from his seat to greet me. I know he had told me in passing conversation that he is roughly six two, but next to my tiny five foot frame he is certainly intimidating. Even with the hooker-esque heels. But, the friendly air he has about him doesn't make me feel in danger. He makes me feel safe, even if we are still strangers. Strangers that have seen each other naked on the net.

  But the sense of safety isn’t the same one I felt the night I met Brent. It is all just so different in every sense of the word.

  His arms wrap around me in an unexpected embrace and my body hums at his touch. An electric current runs through us and my body flashes hot. I try and ignore all the teenage-like hormones, but it is damn hard. My mind travels back to Brent again, wishing these kind of feelings would course through me when he touches my body. Why do my thoughts continue to rest on him?

  “I never thought I would meet you, Miss Aurora. You always seem too busy for me.” He jokes as we part. It is true though. After talking, Skyping and texting for almost a month, I figured I had put him off long enough. Our last Skype chat was enough for me to never talk to him again. Damn it, I don’t even know why I agreed to meet him for dinner. I wasn't ready to move on. I wasn't ready to jump out and meet someone I had met off of the internet. Yeah, I had taken in a dinner here and there, but this was different. He was someone I knew nothing about. No mutual friends. Nothing to connect us together other than mutual attraction to pictures over the computer. And boy was he fuckin' attractive. Damn.

  “I'm sorry about that. Work has been crazy and you know how the whole parenthood thing goes.” The little white lie comes so easily. Work has been the same. I just have wanted to avoid him as much as I could. I nervously push my loose hair behind my ear, still completely embarrassed about our mutual masturbation show.

  “I am right there with ya, I've had Savannah full time the past couple weeks. I was lucky enough to carve this evening out for us.” Wesley replies without missing a beat. Hot, and a single dad to boot. That was one of the things that originally attracted me to him. We both have so much baggage. It is just easier for a guy like him to understand the kind of commitment parenting is. I can't just drop everything and run off, even though quite a few guys have already asked.

  In the back of my mind I am continually reminded about what he has said about his future though. He is really just looking for a good time. But, then again, I guess that is all I am after. Because the thought of actually moving on scares the shit out of me.

  “Well, it is finally nice to know you are the person behind the computer screen.” I let out a nervous laugh. I wonder if he can notice how anxious I am. I really need to stop overthinking it all and go with the flow. It’s just dinner. We are both standing, just staring at each other. Neither of us want to make the first move. We keep our eyes locked, examining the other in awe. Maybe I'm not half as bad as I've been lead to believe over the years? He breaks first.

  “I ordered a nice bottle of red wine. I don't know if you drink, but it is one of my favorites,” Wesley says while pulling my chair out. What a gentleman. I want to swoon and just climb him like a tree. Right here in the middle of this expensive and busy restaurant. What the fuck is wrong with me? Fuckin' hormones. Maybe I really do just need to get laid already?

  “That would be nice,” and like that our dinner conversation flows. Three hours later, I am stuffed and excuse myself to use the ladies’ room. If I don't run now, I am pretty sure my bladder is going to spring a leak and completely ruin the damn near per
fect evening we have shared. I mean, shit, it has been forever since a man has lovingly fed me a bite off his plate.

  I take care of business in record time. The restaurant is growing slow, quiet, as most patrons have left. I make it merely a few steps out of the bathroom when our bodies collide. I look up to excuse myself for being so clumsy. His green eyes catch my attention and before I can speak a single word, Wesley's mouth is on mine. Our bodies move seamlessly back into the women's bathroom.

  I am confused by his actions. Over dinner he was sweet, romantic, everything a girl would dream of. But now he is an animal with one thing in mind. And for the first time in my life, I am going to throw caution to the wind and let him have it. I am going to sleep with a stranger on the first date because he is sexy as fuck and I haven't had a man inside me in more months than I can count on both of my hands.

  His hands skim up my legs, pushing my dress higher and higher until his strong fingers are pulling at my panties. My own hands are moving on autopilot starting with his belt buckle, before unzipping his expensive dress pants and pulling his thick cock into my hands. The same cock I have the pleasure of watching him stroke for me until he came. Shit, just thinking back to that night on Skype is enough to send me over the edge.

  He fishes inside his pocket, pulling out a condom and quickly rolling it down the length of his dick, before he slams inside me with no warning. The pain reminds me of how long it really has been since I have been fucked. Colin was the first and last man I had been with and his pencil dick couldn’t stand a chance next to Wesley. Shit, he feels so good though.