by Brent, Amy
“Please tell me,” I moaned.
He shook his head against my neck and buried it into my shoulder as his finger found my clit. He circled it and triggered a flood of juices that poured from my body. I bucked against him, writhed against his strong, chiseled form. His cock was practically ready to burst in his pants and shoot cum all over the tight jeans he raked along my skin.
“Tell me. Tell me, please.”
But instead of telling me his name so I could cry it out with my orgasm, he slowly walked his fingers to my virginal entrance.
My eyes whipped open as sweat dripped down my brow. The darkness of my room consumed me as I looked over at my clock. Five in the morning, a good hour and a half before my alarm was set to go off. I groaned when I went to move, as my legs ached from the tension the dream had put me under. I felt a wet spot underneath my body and grimaced at the way my clit pulsed between my legs. Closing my eyes, I sighed as I imagined myself back in the dream.
I tweaked my nipples and worked my panties off my body. I tossed the wet fabric to the side, not getting as much satisfaction as when my dream man had ripped them from my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to find his face, tried to interject myself back into the dream so I knew who was behind me, who was commanding me, whose body felt so good pressed against mine.
But no matter how I focused, I couldn’t conjure the memory of his face.
My fingers slipped between my dripping pussy folds, and I began to work my magic. I remembered his breath on my neck, his hands on my ass, the way he pinned my hands above my head, the contrast of the brick wall and his soft skin, the way he nibbled on my shoulder. Fuck. His fingers had worked my clit expertly, swirling and pressing and moving side to side.
“Oh, yes. A little more. Just a little to the—”
My legs locked up and my jaw unhinged. I swallowed my sounds as I tried to keep myself quiet. I whimpered out into my room, feeling juices slide down the crack of my ass. My thighs squeezed together, stopping my trembling fingers from going further, from exploring the tightness my entrance boasted of. Sometimes I wondered. I thought about what it might feel like to be full of something while I came, but then a secretive terror would wash over my body.
As my orgasm receded, I collapsed on the bed and panted for air, my thoughts changing a thousand times a second. Was I really that scared of penetration? I mean, it was only penetration, but my fear had been powerful enough to rip me from that dream before my mystery man had had a chance to take that from me.
But for a split second in my dream, I had wanted it.
I shook the thought from my mind as I slipped from bed. I ripped the sheets off and dragged them to my washer, then stuffed them inside. I needed a shower. I needed a hot cup of coffee. I also needed to cool down from my dream. I started the washer on a hot cycle and resolved myself to a cold shower.
I shivered as the water poured over me. I quickly washed and cleaned myself up for work. I had plenty of time to get ready this morning thanks to that fun little dream of mine. I wanted to know who was in the dream, though. I wanted to know who the man was. I closed my eyes as the cold water washed my conditioner away and tried to conjure his face, but the only thing I could conjure was his chuckle and the way his hand had felt cupping the whole of my pussy.
Shaking the thought away, I tried to settle down. I couldn’t be this riled up before work. Walking into a male-dominated workplace with a healthy flush to my skin spelled disaster for me. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself up in a towel, focusing on the task at hand: getting ready for work.
It didn’t matter what I did, however. It didn’t matter how many cups of coffee I had or what outfit I picked out. It didn’t matter how meticulous my makeup was or how long it took me to get my hair just right. The only thing my mind wanted to focus on was that dream. Those lips. That rumbling chuckle that filled my ears.
Driving to work, I still had the dream on my mind. I walked up the stairs to my office and sat down in my chair, then grimaced at how wet my panties were, all because of that damn dream. Even as I sat there trying to plot out new projects to discuss during the multiple meetings that day, that stupid dream was in the back of my mind.
My mystery man had swallowed every part of me whole. One dream, one encounter that wasn’t even real, and I was a slave to it. I wanted to know who it was, what he looked like, what his damn name had been, because in all the encounters I had almost had with men over the years, this was the only time I’d even considered allowing someone inside me.
And the damn man didn’t even exist.
Logan
“So, do you work tonight?” I asked.
“Mmm, yeah. I think so,” Camilla said.
“You think so?”
“Wait. It’s Thursday, right?”
“It is.”
“Then no. I don’t work.”
“Okay. I just figured you might have been texting your boss about work.”
“I am.”
“Is everything okay?”
Camilla held up her finger to me before she shoved her face back into her phone.
Damn it. All I wanted was one night out with her. We hadn’t had that in almost two weeks. I wanted one night where it was just the two of us with no work, no phones, and no friends.
Camilla had been distant lately. We hadn’t been talking as much. Things seemed weird even though our sex life was as explosive as always. But that was what it seemed like these days, nothing but sex and filler moments in between where we sat but didn’t talk.
Like tonight, with her face stuck in her phone and me practically talking to a brick wall.
“How did you sleep last night?” I asked.
“Fine,” she said mindlessly.
“Did you do anything fun today?”
“No.”
“Did you go shopping? Get yourself anything? I know you said you needed new clothes now that you had gotten promoted.”
“No.”
“No to getting the new clothes? Or no to needing them?”
“Can you hold on a second, Logan?”
I bit down on the inside of my cheek as her eyes remained right on her phone. Her damn phone. Her fucking useless little piece of technology. I ran my hands up and down my thighs before I sat back in my side of the booth.
My plan for the night was already a bust. I had wanted to take my girlfriend out for a little bit of fine dining Chinese, then take her on a cruise around the outskirts of the city to stand by the waterfront and talk, or maybe take a walk hand in hand. I just wanted to do something romantic that didn’t devolve straight into sex.
Things didn’t seem to flow well between us any longer. Maybe they never had.
Our food was set in front of us, and not once did Camilla look up. Not once did she even acknowledge that her plate had been set in front of her. I picked up my fork and stabbed at my food, trying to get some of my aggression out.
“You good over there?” she asked.
“Surprised you noticed,” I murmured.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing, beautiful.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet.”
I looked up at her and caught her eyes briefly before her head sank right back to her phone. I wanted to take it from her and chuck it out a damn window. What was so important anyway? Clearly, whatever it was, it ranked above me.
I went back to my food, trying to just get through the meal without tearing my hair out.
“Oh my gosh! What are you doing here!?”
Camilla flew out of her seat and wrapped her arms around someone. That someone was Ava. I nodded at her as the two girls hugged, then settled myself in for what I knew what was about to happen.
It would go as it always did when Ava caught us out somewhere. Our date was about to turn into Ava being a third wheel, except Ava wouldn't be the third wheel; I would. Camilla would turn her attention to her best friend and ramble on about things that would have taken me hours to drag out of her—if I could ha
ve peeled her away from her phone long enough.
“I’m just picking up some food,” Ava said.
“You know what? You should eat it with us. Our food is here. Where’s yours?” Camilla asked.
“Oh, no. I don’t want to intrude. It looks like you guys are on a date,” Ava said.
“Oh, Logan won’t mind. We just came out to get a quick bite to eat. Right?” Camilla said. Her eyes panned over to me for only the second time that evening since I had picked her up from her place.
“Yep. Just a quick bite. Nothing special,” I said.
“Eat with us. Please? I haven’t seen you all week,” Camilla said
“You saw me three days ago,” Ava said.
“And it seems like all week!” Camilla exclaimed.
My girlfriend sat down and scooted over in the booth. When Ava’s butt landed on the seat, I knew the night was officially ruined. So much for the plans I had prepared for us. Things with Camilla and I would probably devolve like they had been doing for the past few weeks: a mindless dinner, mindless conversation, then intense fucking.
It was getting old. I wanted to have a relationship with Camilla. I didn’t want to do the mindless screwing around that we had done in the beginning. I enjoyed who she was, her beauty and her spirit and her nonchalance for life. It helped with my uptight demeanor. But as I watched my girlfriend turn her attention completely away from me like I was nothing, I wondered if she really wanted something like that with me.
Maybe I needed to cut my losses while I was still ahead.
“So, how’s work going?” Camilla asked.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Ava asked.
“Oh, it’s fine. Logan’s fine,” Camilla said.
But Ava was looking at me.
She knew. I didn’t know how she knew, but she did. And even though I wanted time with Camilla all to myself, at least Ava’s presence and conversation would add some spice to our night. At least I could have a conversation with a person instead of talking to myself while Camilla had her face in her phone the entire time.
“Of course it is. You’re always welcome,” I said.
“Okay then. Well, work’s going well. It’s been an entire week of boring meetings, but I’m getting through them,” Ava said.
“Tell me about it. I sat in three of them today alone,” I said.
“See, today was only one for me. But yesterday? All day. A forty-five minute break for lunch and that was it. Nine to five, all meetings.”
“Can they do that? Can they imprison you when you’ve done nothing wrong like that?”
Ava and I shared a laugh before Camilla interjected.
“Anyway, I have to go shopping for some new work clothes. Want to come with me Saturday?” Camilla asked Ava.
“Sure. What kinds of clothes do you need?” Ava asked.
“Well, I’ll be bartending, but I’ll also have a bit of a salary on the side. I’ll really have to work for the tips I get from the bartending I will do. Maybe something not so dark all the time. Something that really makes me stand out but still shows off my chest or something.”
“Ah, the money makers,” Ava said.
“Yep. Can’t cover those up if I want to continue making tips.”
“So what does this promotion get you?” Ava asked.
“I’m curious to know that, too,” I said.
“Oh, I’ve already told you, Logan,” Camilla said.
“No, you haven’t.”
“I haven’t?”
“No.”
“Oh. I thought we talked about it last night.”
“No. We didn’t talk last night,” I said.
“Did I talk to you about it last night?” she asked as she turned to Ava.
“No. We didn’t talk last night either,” Ava said.
I narrowed my eyes at her as Camilla drew in a quick breath.
“Well, anyway, I’m assistant manager of the bar and I help coordinate the activities during the show. So alongside making the schedule for the bar, I’ll be helping to bus the bar, supporting the bartenders, and getting the girls on and off the stage as well as putting them where they need to be and when.”
“Well, that sounds like fun,” Ava said.
“It is. I’m really excited. But I can’t wear all those skimpy crop tops and tight shorts anymore. I need something a little more professional,” Camilla said.
“But that still shows off your chest,” I said.
“Exactly!”
I chuckled and shook my head as I looked at Ava. Camilla kept rattling on about her job while the two of us shared a moment. Honestly? I felt like I was on a date with Adam. I got to sit in the position Ava had sat in a little under a week ago. I shook my head as I sat back in the booth, feeling Ava’s eyes on me a little longer than I expected.
“Hey, Camilla?” she asked.
“What’s up?”
“Why don’t you take Logan shopping with you? I’m sure he would like to help you find outfits or something,” Ava said.
“Oh, Logan doesn’t like shopping,” Camilla said.
“Actually, I do,” I said.
“You do?”
“We’ve been shopping many times. I enjoy it thoroughly,” I said.
“You just enjoy the sweet little perks that come with the dressing room,” Camilla said, grinning.
“I also enjoy spending time with you,” I said.
“Aww, see? Take Logan shopping with you this weekend. I can shop with you anytime. And when you guys are done shopping, you can come put on a show for me. You know, spin around while I make coffee or pour us wine or something,” Ava said.
Camilla was holding my gaze intently. “Sure. Yeah. If you want to come shopping, you can,” Camilla told me.
“Sounds like a date then,” I said.
“So, Camilla, what are you doing—?”
In the middle of Ava’s question, Camilla dipped her head back toward her phone. I watched her lose herself in whatever electronic world was more important than dinner with people she supposedly cared about. Ava peeked over the edge of her phone before furrowing her brow, then looked at me and shrugged.
Well, we had tried.
“So, what did you order to eat?” I asked.
“I love their vegetable lo mein with the chicken in that house sauce they make. I don’t know what it is or where it comes from, but it’s incredible,” she said.
“Order for Ava. Takeout to dine in?”
“Over here,” Ava called.
A woman walked over and slid a massive plate of food in front of Ava.
“Wow. That looks spectacular. And a lot,” I said.
“I’ll eat every single bite of it, too,” Ava said.
“No, you won’t.”
“Yes, I will.”
“You can’t. You’re too small. Where will it all go?”
“In my stomach before I fall asleep on my face for the night.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Is that a challenge?” she asked.
She flashed me a grin while Camilla kept typing away on her phone. Honestly, Ava was the only thing that had saved my night out.
“It is,” I said.
“Then let’s make a bet. If I finish all of this, then you have to try on one of Camilla’s outfits she buys.”
“Oh, really? Wow. High stakes. Fine then. If you don’t finish—and I don’t think you can—then you have to try on one of Camilla’s outfits for me.”
“Camilla? Sound like a deal?” Ava asked. She looked over at her best friend, but Camilla didn’t even respond. It was as if she couldn't hear what was going on around her. Ava turned back to me and rolled her eyes, then shook her head as she picked up her fork.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m very ready to watch you eat your weight in Chinese food,” I said.
“Then go!”
I was shocked when I lost the bet. The petite little woman in front of me finished an entire takeout order of t
wo entrees before I could finish half of mine.
Ava
“I’m ready.”
I looked at myself in the mirror as the words tumbled from my lips. I had no idea where they had come from or what had given me the inspiration, but I knew I was ready.
“I’m ready.”
I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. Maybe it was the dream with my mystery man that kept coming back to haunt me in all the best ways. Last night, he’d been there again, fisting my hair and nibbling at my neck with his breathless pants. No name, no face, no disposition other than a want for me. He pressed me against the wall, bent me over the bed, soaked in a tub with me before his fingers traveled down, down, farther and farther, until my folds were parted and his fingers were right at my entrance. Right there, ready to rip my virginity to shreds with his thick digits.
And I almost didn’t wake up.
I shivered as I stood in the mirror. Today was the day. I’d start my search to find a man who was worthy of my virginity. My mystery man had given me strength. His hot breath against the shell of my ear fueled me forward.
I grabbed my things and walked into work with the express purpose of getting out early. I wanted to take the weekend to do some research. I wanted to look at dating websites and other things around Manhattan that might help me. But I wasn’t going to fill in Camilla. Not until I had it all planned out.
Her head would spin through the roof otherwise.
“Ava, can I see you for a second?”
“Sure thing, boss. What’s up?” I asked.
“I know this is last minute, but we’ve had a new company come to us with an urgent need for some ad work, and what they gave me is rough. Can you take a look at it?”
“Sure. Oh! I was hoping I could leave a little early today? Maybe around three?”
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“Just doing some personal research around the city, and I could use all the time I can get.”
“Yeah. That’s fine. Just take a look at this for me, would you? Get me any notes you can as soon as you can. They have an ad deadline of Tuesday morning, and they’re paying us a pretty penny to get it done.”
