On the Ropes

by Christa Cervone

  “Have you ever before had a massage?” she asks, breaking my attention away from her chest.

  “No, I haven’t,” I reply in a raspy tone and swallow hard as I try to wet my dry throat.

  “Well, you are in for a real treat,” she winks at me as she runs her index finger over my shoulder. I’m not sure why she has an accent in my fantasy, but it certainly adds to the excitement of things.

  “I am going to have you lie down on your stomach,” she instructs me, tapping the table lightly. Holding onto my towel, so I don’t expose myself, I ease onto the table and lie face down. It’s actually a relief to be on my stomach so that she can’t see how aroused I am.

  “Now Sir, I am going to remove your towel,” she whispers in my ear. “Can you please lift your hips?” I can feel her warm breath against my neck, and a shiver runs down my spine as I lift my hips from the table. Her soft hands caress my skin as she gently removes the towel that’s covering my naked body. “Oh Sir, you have such a wonderful physique,” she says, still speaking with an accent. She runs her fingers down my inner thigh, teasing my skin with her fingertips.

  Arousal shoots through my body and my cock twitches as thoughts of her touching me run through my mind. I begin to stroke myself faster and at this rate, this isn’t going to take me long. It’s been almost two weeks since I had the threesome with Aimee and Sarah. My days and nights have been consumed with my intense training schedule. By the time I get home, I’ve been too tired to watch a porno flick and take care of myself. As the stroking continues, I feel my balls tighten and a few drops of pre-come form at the tip of my cock. “Salem,” I moan, arching my back.

  “Okay Sir, I am now going to put some massage oil on your back. It has been warmed, so I do not want you to get startled,” the palm of her hand runs gently down my back, stopping at my ass. She gives my left ass cheek a small smack and my body jumps. I then feel the warm oily substance touch my skin and Salem begins rubbing my shoulders, working it in. It has a faint musky scent, and it tingles as it seeps into my pores. Her hands are small, yet powerful, as she massages the oil deeper and I can feel it penetrating into my muscles.

  “Oh Sir, you are extremely tense. This is not good. We are going to have to do something to take care of that,” I can hear the smile in her voice. “I’m going to have to get better leverage,” there’s movement on the table, and the weight of her body presses against mine. She’s now sitting on my lower back; straddling me. I can feel the warmth radiating from between her legs, and I’m pretty sure she isn’t wearing any panties. Burying my face into the massage table, I try to stifle a moan. She lays her body down on top of mine, and I can feel her breasts pressing against my back. “How does that feel, Sir?” her voice is breathy and as she runs her tongue along my earlobe, another moan escapes my lips.

  My cock is as stiff as a board and being pressed up against this table is quite uncomfortable. “Miss, I need to roll over,” I say courteously.

  “Of course, Sir, I am here only to please you,” her body slips off of mine, and she eases herself to a standing position.

  As I pull myself up to a sitting position, I notice her blue eyes staring at me. “Would you like your towel, Sir?” turning around, she bends over at the waist and reaches for the towel that’s on the floor; exposing her beautiful pussy to me. God, I want to sink my cock into it so badly. She turns back around with the towel in her hand. “So you can cover up,” her eyes glance down at my erection and she runs her tongue across her lips seductively.

  “No,” I growl. Easing myself off the table, I close the gap between us. My eyes rake over her and I notice that her uniform is almost up to her waist. Grabbing her, I pull her closer to me and run my hand up under her skirt. My fingers trace their way over her mound, then in-between her silky wet lips, searching frantically for her bud; she gasps when I find it. “Oh, Sir…” she moans breathlessly, throwing her head back and exposing her neck to me. I feverishly kiss and bite her neck and collarbone.

  “Oh God, Salem, you’re so beautiful!” I can feel the sensation building up from the base of my penis and my eyes roll into the back of my head. So fuckin’ close.

  “Saint,” I hear my name being called from the hallway and my eyes fly open in sheer panic.

  “Dude, last night was fucking EPIC!” Adrian barges through my door.

  “Get the fuck out!” I yell, as I throw a pillow across the room at him.

  “Oh Christ,” Adrian mutters in embarrassment as he rushes out of my room.

  Fucking Adrian, he has the world’s worst timing. My urge to come is gone, and all I’m left with is frustration. I punch the pillow next to me and lie in bed for another twenty minutes, trying to gather my pride to face him. We’ve lived together for a few years now, and though we’ve caught each other in several different sexual situations, jacking off isn’t one of them. I know I’m not the only dude to ever jack off, and I’m sure Adrian has done it many times. But, for him to catch me in the act is humiliating.

  After hemming and hawing, I decide to the face the music. I know he’s going to bust my balls, and I’d rather just get it over with. Making a pit stop at the bathroom, I smell the aroma of coffee brewing coming from our kitchen. He’s still up. Deep down inside, I was kind of hoping he’d gone to bed.

  Walking out into the living room, I hear Adrian say amusingly, “Hey, buddy,” I shoot him an evil look as I walk past him. The coffee is calling my name, and there is no way I’m having this conversation without some caffeine. Standing at the counter, I slowly sip my coffee and I can feel Adrian’s stare coming from the living room.

  “Go ahead,” I look up from my coffee cup, “I know you wanna bust my balls.”

  “I would’ve never barged into your room if I knew you were…” he stalls.

  “Just fuckin’ say it. You know you wanna,” I snap.

  “Why are you so pissed? ‘Cause I caught you whackin’ off?” he laughs.

  I sigh, rolling my neck in circles to relieve the stress I’m feeling.

  “Seriously, dude. Do you really think I give a shit that you were spankin’ it?” he smiles. “Fuck, if I was with that hot piece of ass you were with last night, I would’ve been beating off too.”

  I stand in the kitchen with my arms crossed over my chest, staring at him, not at all amused by his jokes. Finally, I push off the counter and walk out of the room.

  “Dude, it’s not that big of a deal,” he follows me into my room.

  “Get out.”

  “No,” he says firmly, “if I don’t give a shit that I saw you getting your rocks off, why do you?”

  I’m ignoring any sort of eye contact with him as I go through my closet, looking for something to wear for tonight.

  “So, you’re just going to ignore me?” Adrian’s tone is beginning to change from joking to aggravation. “I wanted to tell you about the incredible night I had last night, but now you can go fuck yourself,” he storms out of my room. Within seconds, I hear his door slam.

  Fuck. I run my hand through my hair. Now I’ve pissed him off, all because I’m acting like an asshole. Like he said if he doesn’t care, why should I?

  I open his door and lean up against the door jam. I see that he’s folding his laundry. “Hey,” looking back over his shoulder, he gives me a dirty look then goes back to folding, “I’m sorry for being an asshole.”

  He ignores me as he gets up to hang clothes in his closet.

  “What do you want me to say?”

  He looks over at me, then away again. “That you’re a dickhead.”

  “Okay, I’m a dickhead. You happy?”

  “Nope,” he says coldly.

  I let out a deep breath, “I’m embarrassed, okay?” I confess.

  “Embarrassed of what? I told you it isn’t a big deal.”

  “It’s a big deal to me.”

  “Well, you’re fucking stupid. I don’t know a man alive who hasn’t jerked off once or twice in his adult life. Granted, we don’t talk in depth
about it, but it does happen.”

  My mood begins to lighten, and I want to put us back on an even keel. “So tell me about your night, how was Shikago’s?”

  “It was pretty fuckin’ amazing,” he’s grinning from ear to ear.

  “Yeah?”

  “You remember those two sailor girls?”

  “Of course.”

  “Well, after you left, they started going at it on stage.”

  “No way,” I say in disbelief.

  “Man, it was so fucking hot, they were both completely topless. Blaine bought them a bottle of champagne,” I make a face when I hear Blaine’s name. Adrian stops when he sees my reaction, then continues with his story without asking. “They ended up pouring it all over each other’s tits then licking it off one another. It was insane.”

  “Did you end up going home with anyone?” I ask.

  “I didn’t need to,” he smiles, “I fucked the sailor girls right in the parking lot of the club.”

  “Both of them?”

  “Yup.”

  “Of course you did,” I laugh.

  If Adrian is anything, he’s definitely a ladies’ man. He truly has a gift, women just flock to him. He stands over six feet tall, and he’s muscular yet lean; like a swimmer. But what really drives the ladies crazy are his eyes and hair. His eyes are the palest shade of blue I’ve ever seen and his hair is dirty blonde, wavy, and unruly. Women seem to love running their fingers through it.

  “So, what else happened after I left?” I’m wondering if he’s going to bring up what else Blaine did, but he doesn’t.

  “That chick in the vinyl catsuit was asking about you after you left. She asked me for your number.”

  “Did you give it to her?”

  “Nah, but I have hers for you,” reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a business card.

  I smile as I hold the business card in my hand, it’s in the shape of a cat. Fitting. The card is black with hot pink lettering:

  Kitten Deville, Burlesque Dancer

  Bachelor/Bachelorette Parties, Private Parties, Dance Lessons

  555-497-MEOW

  “She is something, isn’t she?” I grin.

  “Oooh yeah. So, what happened with you and Red?”

  “Her name is Salem,” I remind him none too gently.

  “Alright. Salem. Geez, you don’t have to bite my head off.”

  “Nothing, we just drove around for a while.”

  “Ahhh… so you got lucky in a car last night too?!”

  “No, it wasn’t like that,” I shake my head.

  “You mean to tell me that YOU, ‘The Latin Lover,’ didn’t bone Red?”

  “Don’t call her, Red,” I say, gritting my teeth. “And no…” I pause momentarily, trying to find the right words, “we didn’t have sex.” The words I really wanted to use were “make love” and those are two words I’ve actually never used before. But I know Adrian would never let me live it down.

  “Are you losing your touch?” he jokes.

  “It isn’t like that,” I explain to him what exactly happened; outside the club, how the bouncer tipped off Blaine that she was there, and how upset she was when she didn’t find him.

  “Aaaahhh… I get it. She’s going to be one of your conquests. Well, you got great taste. She’s certainly fine.”

  I feel my face flush with anger; she isn’t like that. She sure as shit doesn’t deserve to be fucked and chucked or cheated on by her boyfriend, and I don’t like that Adrian assumes she would be that easy either. “Whatever, dude. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

  “What? What did I say?” Adrian asks, confused by my reaction. He then begins to realize what’s going on. “Hold up, don’t tell me you actually like her?”

  I turn to leave, but he grabs my arm. “You do, you like her,” he exclaims. “Holy shit! In all the time I’ve known you, you’ve never looked like how you look right now.”

  “You’re crazy,” I throw out, but I still walk over to his mirror to look at myself.

  “You fucking like her, and it’s scaring the shit out of you!” Adrian looks like he’s just had an epiphany.

  “Dude, you need to get some sleep, ‘cause you’re delirious,” I’m trying to blow off what he said, but my reflection doesn’t lie.

  “I think the only one delirious in this room is you, my friend,” he pats me on the back. “So, what’s your game plan to make her fall madly in love with you?”

  “There’s no plan. She has a boyfriend.”

  “That douche?” Adrian laughs. “Dude, you should’ve seen all the chicks throwing themselves at him last night. I think he’d give you a run for your money.”

  “And I’m sure he’s probably fucked them all too,” I scoff.

  “There’s nothing wrong with that, bro.”

  “There is when you have a beautiful girl, who you leave alone in the shower, while you take off to a club to see your mistress.”

  “Ouch, that’s harsh,” Adrian says.

  “That’s what he did to her and I’m pretty sure last night wasn’t the first time he’s done it either.”

  “Probably not,” he’s holding back a yawn.

  “You haven’t slept yet, have you?”

  “Nope, those sailor girls had me going all night. They sure know how to party,” he smiles with a satisfied look on his face, then climbs into his bed.

  “I’m gonna shower and head out.”

  “Whatcha doin’ today?”

  “Ah… nothin’ really,” I lie to him, and I’m not actually sure why I feel like I have to. Adrian doesn’t cast judgment on anyone and what I have planned for Salem tonight is completely innocent. I want to take her to a place she’s probably never been before, show her that you don’t need money and a fancy car to have fun.

  “Alright, bro,” Adrian says, his eyes are closing, “I’ll see you later.”

  “See you tomorrow,” I close his door quietly behind me.

  I walk back into my room, eager to text Salem. I have a big day planned for us. I know I told her dinner, but if this is the first and last time I’m going to get to spend with her, I want to make it worthwhile.

  Me – Hey, Salem. It’s Gabriel. I hope you slept well. I was thinking I could swing by around noon.

  Sitting on my bed, I stare at my phone, waiting impatiently for her response. Five minutes go by with nothing. I look at the clock on my phone, and it reads nine twenty-one a.m. It’s still pretty early, and she had a pretty emotional night last night, maybe she’s still sleeping.

  I jump in the shower, quickly shave, and get dressed. I look at my phone every three minutes in hopes she’s responded; still nothing. I’m now getting anxious. I texted her over thirty minutes ago; there’s no way she can still be sleeping. I’ve been up since the crack of dawn thinking about her. Hell, I dreamed about her all night long.

  Fuck this. Grabbing her keys off the kitchen counter, I head down the stairs and out to her car. As I sit in the driver’s seat, I begin to wonder what the hell I’m doing. You can’t just show up over there; you’ll look like a stalker. I stare at the buttons on the console trying to figure out what button puts the top down. Pushing the button, I wait for the top to go all the way down then put the car into first and head to her condo.

  The entire way over to her place, I’m second-guessing myself. Turn around and go home. Wait for her to text you. You look desperate. I scream at myself. The fact is, I am desperate… desperate to spend more time with her. At the next stop light, I check my phone again and see that one new text message has popped up on the screen. My stomach does a somersault in anticipation, and I almost don’t want to see who it’s from. With great hesitation, I slide my finger across the screen to unlock my phone. Salem’s name appears and my heart skips a beat.

  Salem – Hey Gabriel, I just got your message. My phone was on silent. Text me back when you get a chance so we can discuss our dinner plans.

  A wave of relief washes over me. She isn’t ignorin
g me, and she hasn’t changed her mind about dinner; at least not yet anyway. Once I show up at her doorstep, she might feel differently.

  I pull into her driveway and sit there debating if I should call or just knock on the door. Fuck it. I’m here, just knock on the door. I smooth out the wrinkles in my shirt as I walk up the steps to her door. I knock lightly, trying not to wake up her roommates if they’re still sleeping.

  The door flies open, catching me by surprise. I’m greeted by a girl standing in a bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a towel, and a toothbrush in her mouth. “Hi, is Salem here?” I ask unsure of myself.

  She gives me a strange look then yells with the toothbrush still in her mouth, “Salem!” Standing there, she just keeps staring at me while brushing her teeth, and I’m beginning to feel uncomfortable.

  Salem comes bouncing down the stairs, “Gabriel? What are you doing here?” she’s obviously surprised to see me. Fuck, I should’ve told her I was coming. “I’m sorry to stop by unannounced,” I hope she’s not thinking I’m some crazed stalker.

  “No, it’s totally fine. It’s just…” she pauses, playing with her hair, “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

  “What she means is, she doesn’t have her face on,” Salem’s roommate chimes in.

  “Daniela,” I hear Salem warn under her breath.

  “What? It’s true; you don’t leave the house without makeup on,” Daniela says as she walks back up the stairs.

  “Forgive the rudeness of my roommate.”

  “It’s alright. I shouldn’t have just stopped by.”

  “No, you’re fine. Why don’t you come in?” she steps back, making room for me to walk through the door.

  “Are you sure?” I ask.

  “Well, you drove all the way here,” she laughs, making her way up the steps.

  I follow her, watching her tight ass as she takes each step up. She’s wearing a pink camisole with matching shorts, and she looks hot just like that. “I was just about to take a shower,” she informs me as she reaches the landing. Once I reach the top, I stop at the doorway and look around inside her condo. The living room is larger than my entire apartment. By the looks of the furniture and decorating, it’s very clear that women live here.