We both were fully aware there was a staged bed upstairs in every room but that wasn’t what we wanted. We didn’t want to climb the stairs and take our time and say cute little things anymore.
The illicit nature of it all was what was fueling my passion. I had never done any of what I had been doing with Daniel the past week, especially not what I was about to do. I wasn’t backing down. I wasn’t stopping, and it was clear he wasn’t either. Not this time.
I had gotten my pants undone and unzipped and didn’t notice until I felt his cock pointing straight up that he had undone his pants and dropped them to the floor already. My hand rested on him and gave a gentle squeeze.
He released my lips from his kiss with a gentle moan. I began stroking my hand softly up and down as my tongue licked at his lower lip. He breathed deeper with every stroke and I loved it.
I meant what I said: I didn’t want him to think I was anything like the other women he had taken back to his apartment to easily. I wanted him to know he was in my house and this was how I liked to get things done.
My teasing and rubbing him off had finally become too much and he snatched my hand away. Suddenly, he was yanking my blue jeans off by the pants legs and tossed them across the entrance hall. He lifted me off the half table which had somehow managed to not collapse under my weight and our rough petting.
He gently turned me around and guided my hands to the table I was just sitting on. It was then I realized one of the contractors must have anchored it to the wall to hold the decorative table in place.
I was certain Daniel was going to now pull down my matching lace panties but instead he pulled them to the side and began playing with my pussy as I stood right there. There was a decorative mirror that was on the wall above the table. I looked in at our reflection and my eyes met his over my shoulder.
I felt two of his fingers slip into my wetness and my hips instinctively rolled back and up. I let out a soft moan but never removed my eyes from his gaze. His blue eyes seemed to dig into my own in the mirror as he slowly stroked his fingers in and out. I gave him a sexy grin as I bit my lower lip and pushed back slowly and then forward, keeping in time with the rhythm of his hand.
Right as he gave me a seductive grin back he stepped forward, had me lean forward a little bit more and stooped just enough to slide every rock hard inch he could give right into my damp slit. It was like a sudden relief for the two of us as we both let out synced moans of desire.
I felt him slide back just a bit, then gently re-enter me. I closed my eyes for a moment and just took in all that I was feeling of him deep inside me. He was even bigger than I had guessed that day in the gym. When I reopened my eyes and watched in the mirror his eyes were now shut as he rocked back and forth.
Every thrust picked up momentum and the echo of his hips smacking my ass over and over filled the entranceway along with our soft moans.
I began finding myself backing into him taking him deeper and deeper in. It seemed like all my sense were heightened by how empty the house was. Every sound was bouncing over the walls and I could see the two of us right there reflected in front of us.
I laid my head down on my left arm on the table and we began going harder and faster. I found my moans were now a chorus of “yes” and “oh yeah”. Daniel had hold of my hips as he rolled and dove his whole dick in and out perfectly.
Malaysia
When I flung my head back up from how intense my orgasm had snuck up on me his eyes were watching. In the mirror his face was all lust; mouth slightly ajar, chest muscles tightened, nostrils flared, and eyes unashamedly watching me take all of him over and over. My eyes met his and I refused to look away. I could feel him nearing his own climax when I made a quick kissing motion with my lips at his reflection followed by a smirky grin.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, throwing his head back as he banged a few more hard thrusts right into me. I felt his dick twitch deep inside and he let out one last moan that seemed to echo throughout the whole entire expanse of the house.
* * *
Needless to say, Daniel did just as he said and bought the house. It may seem like a strange way to conduct business, but I also had the contract in that same portfolio from the week before. Once we straightened ourselves up and got redressed he signed the contract on the hood of his car right there in the driveway.
I leaned on the hood and gave him a glance over as he signed near every ‘x’ on this page and that one. It was crazy how just exactly seven days prior we barely knew one another, and we just had sex in a practically empty house.
Daniel signed his last signature on the last page and then handed me back the pen but not without giving me a lingering gaze.
I looked at him for a moment and then took the pen and handed him the keys.
“Congratulations, Dr. Sexy Surgeon.”
“Thanks,” he said with a small smile.
Unsure of what to say next, I decided it’d be best if we got back to our occupations as I was sure Michele was wondering where the hell I was and not certain who may or may not be looking for him.
Sure enough, when I went to get in the passenger seat of his car where I had left my cell phone I had three missed calls and five missed messages all from Michele.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I decided to text her back rather than call and let her know I was on my way back.
Daniel and I pulled up right in front of the agency and I was going to hop out without much to say when he grabbed my left hand. I turned and looked at his hand and then up at his face.
He had a warm expression and gently loosened his grip on my hand.
“I just wanted to say I’m glad we met, Malaysia. And thanks for helping me find the right place.”
I didn’t know whether to be thankful his words were so to the point and strictly business or little disappointed. I had partly hoped I blew his mind, turned the tables for once on someone who felt he could have any woman he wanted; I wanted him to want me and by like putty in the car.
However, I wanted this to be simple until I could figure out if it was going to be more.
I kept my next words warm but just as simple. “You’re welcome.”
He gave a tight-lipped smile, his eyes cast down and he let my wrist go. I got out the car and once on the sidewalk I didn’t look back. I already was going to have to answer to Michele about why I was twenty minutes late getting back. I was supposed to relieve her so she could get to lunch and she was probably pissed.
Instead, when I entered the office she came nearly trotting over to me at the entrance with glee.
“Sooo, she began, “what took you two so long?”
Daniel
What the hell do you say to a woman you’re almost certain just used you to meet her sales quota for the month, or even the year? This was the question that plagued me in my office at the hospital all week.
I was there simply to square some things away with some of my staff and finalize a dissertation I had been editing for a colleague, but I couldn’t keep focus.
I had seen a totally different woman when we were in my house that day. It was hard to even wrap my mind around the fact I was a new homeowner. The only thing that solidified it in my mind was remembering I hadn’t renewed my lease and had to be moved out the following weekend.
There I was sitting at my desk and wondering if I was being crazy. Was I being overly sensitive? She had a point, though. How many women had I enticed into coming back to my apartment and showing them the night of their life, then us going our separate ways? Too many that I didn’t really want to recollect. I felt a twinge of guilt for many of them. I wasn’t a saint but I also didn’t feel I was a total asshole.
What was her motive? Was it really to just sell a house? Should I ask her? I was clicking my ballpoint pin obsessively when there was a knock on my office door.
It was one of the nurses from the desk out in the hall.
“You have some mail that came yesterday,” she said as she entered
and handed me an unmarked white envelope.
I opened it and found it was the information about the fertility clinic I had looked into. I had completely forgotten that I had requested some extra information online last week via my office computer.
Unfortunately, the auto-fill settings on that computer have my address set for the hospital for when I send out emails and have to order some things for the office. I was glad the nurses weren’t the nosy type and had not opened it or tried to read through the thin envelope.
It was a small booklet for Lifestart Fertility Center on the other side of Saratoga Hills. I glanced over the models posing as medical specialists on the front with the well edited pink and blue colors shaped like infants in the backdrop.
As welcoming and comforting as the booklet was supposed to be the reality of why I was going there made my stomach uneasy. I needed to get a sperm count done. I wanted to get it over with and out my mind before I even got my hopes up for starting a family in the future. If my sperm had any problems in the count or just other issues I hadn’t even thought of yet, I needed to know so I could do what I needed to have a better chance at being a dad someday.
Flipping through the pages my mind still wandered back over to what had taken place between Malaysia and I back at that house.
Two days had come and gone, and we hadn't said two words about it. We had spoken briefly on Friday but not about Wednesday, just when I planned on moving into the new house.
For whatever reason, my frustration was growing the more I looked over the brochure-like booklet. I let this whole thing with Malaysia distract me from the entire reason I was even purchasing a home.
I grabbed my cell phone and sent her a text message. I kept it simple.
“Can we talk?”
Maybe my feelings were getting away from me. I waited about ten minutes then when I didn’t receive a message back sent another.
“Just give me a call when you get a chance.”
I had gotten done with everything at the hospital around four that evening and was on my way to the garage when I finally got a text back from Malaysia.
“What’s up?”
My thumb worked in overtime as I typed.
“I’m going to get straight to point. Was our having sex just a way to close the deal on the house?”
There was more time between messages. I unlocked my car and threw my thin case over into the passenger seat. My phone rang. I was expecting a text back--definitely not a phone call. When I swiped the screen, I was prepared for the voice that was on the other end.
“What the hell type of question is that!?!?” It was Malaysia but the amount of pissed-off that came with her tone was not subtle. But neither was my question that warranted that kind of response.
“It’s a valid one. You nearly looked like you wanted to dive out of my car immediately after, while I was still driving. And you’ve kept our conversations and even text to small talk. So, what gives?”
“Are you fucking serious? First of all, if you really must know right after we had sex I had to pee and kind of wanted to wash up. The house we were in had no water, Daniel!”
I instantly felt like a jackass.
“Secondly, I was running late getting back to Michele so she could get to lunch. And lastly,” she took a deep breath and exhaled into the phone, “if you recall you had said you were already going to buy the house. You planned on buying the house, I was already interested in sleeping with you way before that.”
I wanted to shrink down in my car.
I swallowed and quickly started trying to explain my actions. “Malaysia, I’m sorry I just… I wasn’t prepared for any of what happened at the coffee shop or at the house.”
“Ok, so that warrants you basically calling me a hoe and an opportunist?”
“No, it doesn’t. You don’t understand—"
“Then, help me understand.”
I thought about those words as soon as she spoke them. “Are you at the agency?”
“No, I’m at another showing with a family looking for a starter home. Why?”
I took a deep breath. “Can we meet, tonight?”
There was silence on the other end and then finally she agreed to meet with me, this time at my apartment.
Later that night Malaysia arrived around seven. I had even bothered to ask her what kind of Chinese food she liked. She told me, and I ordered out not too long before she got there.
I opened the door and invited her in. Her face was one of reluctance but also aggravation. I invited her to have seat on my couch in the living room, which she did. Before I could offer her a water or anything to drink or even get a word out she cut straight to the chase.
“What is it that has your mind made up I was just screwing for a sale on a house?”
I put up my hands and lowered my head as a sign of “my bad”. It was my bad for jumping to conclusions. I wasn’t sure where to start so I just reached over to the other end of the coffee table and grabbed the booklet from the Lifestart Fertility Center and handed it to her.
She looked at it and I watched her eyes read the text across the front. Her expression softened, and she gave me a sideways glance.
“I’m going, to merely get a sperm count and have my little swimmers looked at. I feel awkward talking to anyone about any of this shit,” I explained, “because it’s that important to me. But if you haven’t noticed, I’m pretty damn single.”
I could tell she was struggling to follow what I was trying to say, then it finally clicked. Her mouth slightly opened but before she could say anything my apartment doorbell rang. I got up and went to answer. I returned with the takeout I had ordered for the two of us and proceeded to make space on the coffee table for it all.
I opened each container and handed her a pair of chopsticks. I didn’t see much sense in saying anything else about whether I was able to have kids or not until she said something… anything.
She was still holding the booklet in one hand and chopsticks in the other when she spoke.
“You did tell me that’s why you were buying a house.” She took another deep breath and exhaled, shaking her head. “Oh wow. Daniel, I’m sorry. I didn’t consider that at all.”
She set the booklet down and kicked off her tennis shoes. Reaching over for a small box of beef and broccoli stir fry she paused and then turned her head to me suddenly.
“Wait, so is that why you just jumped right into our little ‘fun’ at the house? Are you trying to make a baby with just anybody?”
Rather than get even remotely offended I began chewing as much of the huge portion of Mongolian pork in my mouth so I could speak.
“Can you get pregnant? I’d like to think if you getting freaky you’re not doing it recklessly, i.e. without the pill?”
She didn’t say anything at first and then began eating from her own little folded box.
“Well, yes I’m on birth control. But that wasn’t answering my question.”
“No, Malaysia. I wasn’t hoping to get you knocked up. I’m not that sort of person. I’m a planner. If that was what I had in mind that booklet wouldn’t even be in my place right now.”
We sat there eating in silence for about two minutes when I finally set my half empty food box on the coffee table and took a sip of my beer.
I sat up on the edge of the couch and finally decided to just be more than a little honest.
“If you want to know the truth, I really like you. Far beyond just you being attractive. I like you completely,” I said in sincerity. “But I wonder if you are really someone looking to start a family like me.”
That finally got the response I was looking for: an honest one.
“Wait, just because I enjoyed having sex with you doesn’t mean I don’t want to have a family,” she spoke up. “I do want a family, but I'm just as clueless as you at this point. Michele says I should adopt but I don’t think I want to try single parenthood. I don’t think I can make the leap from being a non-parent to suddenly a par
ent on my own.”
I looked over at her. She had a distressed look on her face, and I believed her. I knew that fear.
“Plus, if you must know, I’ve been on birth control a while because a few years back I started having issues with my cycle and my doctor recommended a different brand and dosage to see if that would regulate it.”
I was getting a better idea of what we both were facing. I leaned back on the couch while she proceeded to shove another bite of food in her mouth.
“If I got off birth control I don’t even know if I could have kids! I mean I’m not closer to fifty as you are,” she said to throw a mouthful of noodles, “but for many women over forty, it is a lot harder to get pregnant. And oh yeah, I’m single too, or did you miss that?”
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