I pulled back and it caused the cold water to spill all over me. The chill that it caused made me shiver. He pulled me towards him and with a flourish of motion, he was able to rip open the shirt and expose me to his eager and hungry eyes.
***
It had been less than a couple of hours since we had been together and yet it felt like this was the first time. “I was lying in the bed upstairs and was wondering what was taking you so long to come down the hall to me. I was tempted to just barge into your bedroom, but I thought that might be a little presumptuous.”
I felt a little exposed. The fabric that was left was barely hiding my breasts. “I’m not sure what I’m doing,” I said. “I just know that it feels good and for the first time in my life, I’m grabbing it and never letting me go.” He kissed me and I climbed onto the table on my knees, until I was right in front of him with his head buried in my cleavage.
His tongue went back and forth from one to the other, while at the same time his hand was now making contact with my sex. I was already soaking wet, either by the heat that was making the room feel like it was closing in, or the fact that I was that hot for him that I couldn’t sit still.
It had never intended to betray my husband, even though the marriage was failing and we just didn’t have the courage to pull the trigger. Calvin might have thought that everything was OK, but I think deep down he knew that we were losing touch. We were still friends, but that fire that made a relationship vital was no longer there. I wasn’t sure if it was even there from the beginning.
He slid two fingers in between the lips and he was now making contact with my G-spot. I had no choice, but to bite down on his shoulder and finally scream. I think that if it wasn’t for the unseasonable warmth, I might have been able to deny myself these feelings. It was that heat and the feeling of his body that was now combining to become a force onto itself.
“I can’t do this,” I said.
“Teresa, you can do this and I know that you want to do this. Let yourself be the woman that you are supposed to be. Stop hiding in this small town and letting it swallow you whole.” He was seeing me like nobody had ever seen me before. It was a huge wakeup call. My body responded to his touch and that first climactic moment was only the beginning.
I had snuck my hand down into the waistband of his shorts. I easily found his turgid flesh and I gave it tentative tugs to make sure that it was up to perform. It was hard and unyielding and I could feel the product of his excitement. I used his pre-come to give him that necessary slick feel. I curled my legs down off the table, until they were wrapped around his waist.
“That’s it, Richard. Make me feel. Make me feel anything.” The first thrust took my breath away and he stayed there against me with our tongues entwined. He stayed completely still and I was using him as my own personal toy.
“You’re the woman that I’ve been looking for all my life,” he said. “Your body is a work of art that needs to be appreciated. I would never ask you to exchange one prison for another. I just want to be there to witness this transformation. I want to have a small part in finally seeing you explore that hidden part of yourself. Whether it is in the bedroom, or in the open skies. I want to see that joy on your face.” I could feel him pushing up against me and then pulling back and doing it all over again.
“I want to be that woman. I want you to help me be that woman.” I knew that I was close to an epiphany. I hadn’t wanted to admit it, but my life was stagnant. There had been no joy in it.
The dishes scattered to the floor and I could hear the glass shattering. I didn’t even care that it was my mother’s fine china. It was a small price to pay to finally wake up and realize that I was living a lie. I was not doing myself any favors by staying and I was not doing Calvin any favors by keeping him from finding that true love of his life.
Our bodies were now moving a little faster and the legs on the table were now scraping across the surface of the wood floor. He was grunting and groaning, as his response to my silky insides now bearing down on him like a tight vise. That glove-like fit was now encouraging him to let me have the contents of his balls.
It was in his demeanor and in his walk that I could see that he came from a hard life. Just because he had billions of dollars, didn’t mean that he didn’t have to crawl and fight for everything in his life. This was a misconception. His riches did not come from generation to generation.
We were slapping together wetly and out of control, when the front door opened. I screamed and then I was pulled away from the spurting organ that had now given me what I had wanted most of all.
I was completely out of it, but I could see through my hazy vision that Calvin was now letting his emotions rule him. He charged toward Richard, swinging punches and hollering.
I could see that Richard was trying his best not to use force. He was dodging the punches. I could tell that Calvin was attacking wildly, throwing punches in frustration. It was just a matter of time before Richard was going to have to defend himself.
At the last second, I moved in between them and pushed them back from each other. I was completely naked, but I felt like I had to do something.
“Calvin, I know that this is a bit of a shock. I think we’ve both known for some time that our love has fizzled. I don’t know what happened. I just know that I’ve finally been able to see what was right in front of me. We are not meant for each other and I think that deep down you know that. Just look into yourself and you’ll see the answer.” I could see his anger seething, but I could also see a semblance of calm coming over his features. I kept talking.
“I think that you’re only angry because you’re unable to admit that this relationship has run its course. I want you to be happy and I want you to have love and I want you to have a woman who will give you the love that you deserve. I’m not that girl anymore. I haven’t been for some time.” Calvin wasn’t even looking at Richard; he was concentrating his words and his attention on me.
Calvin nodded grimly.
He waited downstairs, so that I could pack a few things. I was afraid that I was going to come down and find both of them fighting again. What I found instead was an icy silence that had them on either side of the room staring at each other with daggers.
I motioned for Richard and he came over. He went out the door first. I turned to find Calvin. We were looking at each other and the truth was written across our faces. He kissed me lightly on the lips and I somehow knew that we would always be friends. We hugged and then he finally let me go.
As I walked away from the house, I felt this lone tear fall from my eyes. Richard put his hands around me “It’s going to be OK. You did the right thing for him and for you.” I think that I was only grieving the loss of the relationship. It was a necessary step towards finally getting my life in order. I had nothing here to hold me back and yet I had allowed Calvin or maybe I had allowed myself to do exactly that.
We stayed at a hotel in the next town, forty minutes away by taxi. When the plane was repaired, I was already well into an online course in aviation. Richard already had his pilot’s license and he had been showing me the finer points. He even promised that his pilot would be more than happy to teach me how to fly.
“Richard, I think this is exactly where I need to be. I’ve not only found the man of my dreams, but I found my passion. To think, it happened because you had an emergency landing.” It had only been a few days and my feelings for Richard had only grown. I could see in his eyes that he felt the same way. He did not try to possess me, but he was there for me when I needed him and that was what I could count on.
“Teresa, who knew that sending out a mayday would bring me a woman like you?”
As the closed the door closed on the plane, I felt it was almost symbolic. The door to my old life with Calvin had closed behind me; while my new life of Richard, and airplanes, was just beginning.
THE END
Bonus Story 11 of 25
Taken By The Wolves
Daisy Wilson l
ooked up from her desk to the desk at the other side of the office – the August sun slanted into the office, illuming the sunny half of the office floor and reflecting from the edges of pens like beacons – and straight at Dorian Sykes, the new guy. She didn’t want to be looking at him. She told herself that she had more self-control than that, that after two husbands she was done with men, and yet again and again she found her gaze pulled towards this man. He was over six feet with short brown hair and a strong, square jaw. His eyes were a blue so pale they were almost white, and his body was all ripped and toned muscle, visible even beneath his shirt. Then Dorian looked up, straight at her – as though he knew she was looking at him – and Daisy snapped her gaze down at her work.
Come on, she told herself. Get a hold. You don’t need to be staring at some new guy at work all day, for God’s sake. What are you, some teenager? You’re nearly forty, Daisy, come on, now, get a hold of yourself. Maybe this would be okay for some star-eyed teenager, but a twice-divorced call center worker? She shook her head and then the next call came in. Her Fake Voice took over for the next hour or so: that bright and chirpy voice that was nothing like her normal calm-sounding tenor. When the lull in the calls came, she looked once more at Dorian Sykes. He was talking with apparent ease on the phone. The only sign that he didn’t really want to be here was the constant tapping of his foot. Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap.
She knew what that tapping meant. She had done it enough times herself. It meant that one wanted to vacate one’s current situation as quickly as possible, preferably forever, and fly off into some unknown, exciting land. But they were the phone drones. That was their purpose. Who were they to argue their lot? This was them; leave the outside world to its excitement. Then Dorian caught her eye. Daisy flinched, grimaced – not the most attractive expression, she knew – and then Dorian smiled and nodded. Daisy, flabbergasted, nodded back. Then another call came in and she had to be Friendly Daisy again. She actually welcomed the reprieve.
Later that day – after work – she and Angela went to the movies. They had been doing this a lot lately. They were both movie buffs. Angela, Daisy was proud to say, was one of her two friends. She only had two friends. When she was married (both times) she had had wide circles of friends, but it’s funny, isn’t it, how quick those friends dissipate once the marriage collapses. After the movie they walked through the city, past the lit-up taxis and groups of college kids from the nearby college with their brown bags full of liquor.
“Did you see the new guy?” Daisy eventually blurted out, unable to stop herself.
“Hmm?” Angela said. “What new guy?”
“The new guy,” Daisy said. She couldn’t believe that Angela hadn’t noticed him – Angela was the Gossip Queen – and she was in no mood for Angela’s pretend coyness. “His name is Dorian-something.” (She knew his name, had overheard it in the break room, but she didn’t want to appear too eager.)
“Oh, yeah,” Angela said, like it was the furthest thing from her mind. “Yeah, he’s alright, isn’t he? If I wasn’t a married woman I might have a go at it.”
Daisy clasped her hands to her chest. “Oh, sweet one!” she exclaimed. “How I feel for you!”
“Bite me,” Angela said. “Anyway, are you thinking of making a move on Mr. Muscle?”
“No,” Daisy said. “I’m done with men, don’t you remember? Soon I’ll retreat into a convent and become a life-loving nun. I cannot wait, in truth. I’ll live out my golden years surrounded by like-minded men-hating women. It will be glorious.”
Angela rolled her eyes. “Human closeness is an essential human need, silly,” she said. “That is probably why you feel so attracted towards this man. And don’t say you’re not. I saw you looking at him earlier.”
“Cheat!” Daisy cried. “I knew you had noticed him.”
“I noticed you, dear,” Angela said. “You were staring like a befuddled cartoon character. I’m surprised your jaw didn’t hit the floor.”
“Sacrilege! Blasphemy!”
Angela rolled her eyes. “Have I ever told you how odd you are?”
“Lots and lots of times,” Daisy said.
“So you like this guy. So what? It’s not illegal.”
That night Daisy lay awake in bed wondering if she could break the covenant she’d made with herself concerning men. She had good reason for boycotting men. Her first husband had cheated on her God knew how many times, and her second husband had been about as clinging as a leech. There was no way she wanted to enter into an arrangement that made her lose the will to live again anytime soon. But then—she found herself thinking of the way his arms had tightened as he’d leaned forward on his desk during one of his calls. She wished she could banish such thoughts from her mind – what would the ladies at the convent say? And yet the thoughts kept returning.
So when Dorian approached her at work the next day – paced straight to her desk, like a man on a mission – she felt her heart lurch in her chest, up, up, almost as though it wanted to squeeze through her throat and leap out of her mouth. Suddenly, her hands had become slick with sweat. She took a quick drink of water. He leaned down to her on the desk. Luckily, the woman who usually sat next to Daisy on the two-person desk was ill, so nobody could hear what he said. But that didn’t stop Angela making kissing faces across the room.
“Hello,” Dorian said.
“Uh, hello,” Daisy said.
He smiled, showing rows of white teeth. “Do you drink?” he said.
“Yes,” Daisy said, confused.
“Good,” Dorian said. “So you’ll come for a drink with me after work?”
Oh, how Daisy wanted to say yes! But it was too abrupt, too out-of-nowhere. How could she just go for a drink with a man she didn’t know? She had been separated from her ex-husband for just over a year, and in all that time she hadn’t so much as looked at another man, until Dorian. And now here he was asking her for a drink. It should’ve been a moment for rejoicing, but—
“No,” Daisy said. “No, I don’t think I will.”
Dorian shrugged. “I’ll ask you again tomorrow,” he said, and then sauntered back to his desk, apparently unaffected by her refusal.
I’ll ask you again tomorrow. Daisy swallowed.
*****
Dorian did ask her the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. On that day she was on the phone with her one other true friend. Jessica was the only friend who had been with her through both marriages, who had been with her before the marriages. They had known each other since college, and Daisy could think of nobody better to talk to about her problems. The problem was, Daisy was so hyped about it all that Jessica could barely get a single word in.
Daisy talked like a machinegun, words shooting out like rounds, as she paced around her apartment like she was training for a sprint. “The thing is, Jess, I don’t even know if I like him. I mean, I don’t know him at all. Who is he? Yes, I had that dream about him, the one I texted you about: he was naked, I was naked, it was awesome. But—I’m done with men. I said that after Mark and I meant it. I can’t just go out with this man now because I’ll be going back on what I said, you know? What sort of person would that make me?”
“I know—”
“Exactly!” Daisy interjected. “Exactly… How can I just go with this man and not beat myself up about it? Is it because we’re in the twenty-first century? Is that it? Is it because I’m scared of being called a slut or whatever word people are using these days to brand women with? It used to be Jezebel, you know. But, but—I don’t think it’s that. I think it’s something else. Fear? Maybe. Maybe it is fear. Maybe I’m scared – terrified – that I’ll mess things up straightaway and then it all really would have been for nothing. I mean, right now if I keep rejecting him at least I can say I kept my word. But if I go with him and then I mess it up, I would have broken my word for nothing.”
“Daisy,” Jessica said. She sounded tired.
“Hmm?”
“It’s tw
o a.m.”
Daisy looked at the luminous clock that hung on her bedroom wall, doubling as a nightlight. “Oh, yeah, sorry,” Daisy said. “Um, sorry.”
Jessica laughed: the laugh of a woman who is happily married and doesn’t understand the single woman anymore; can barely remember being a single woman. “It’s okay,” Jessica said. “Do you remember English class at college, when you would talk so fast that Professor Jones would have to keep telling you to repeat yourself? I know how she felt now. I think I caught one word in about five. But here’s my advice, if you want it. Just go on one date with the guy. It can’t do any harm.”
“But—”
“That’s my advice!” Jessica cried, giggling. “You shall not rob me of sleep anymore!”
They said goodbye and hung up. Daisy paced her apartment for the next half-hour under the pretense of cleaning, but the duster stayed unused and it was too late to vacuum. She tried to sleep for a while, but then the sun began to rise, so she went into her library (her apartment was lined with shelves and shelves of books: classics, crime, literature, plays, and so on). She retrieved her Complete Works of William Shakespeare and began reading The Tempest. For some reason, she felt an unusual affinity with Caliban today; she was on an island, after all, only hers was an island of indecision and ignorance and fear.
When it was time for work she splashed her face with water and downed two cups of coffee. That morning, as usual, Dorian came over to her desk, leaned down, and asked her to have a drink with him. “I’ll keep asking forever,” he said, smiling. “I will ask until this world of ours crumbles, if that’s what it takes.”
“I could get a restraining order,” Daisy said, only half-joking.
“You could,” Dorian said, unfazed. “But you won’t.”
He’s right, dearly daring Daisy. You won’t get a restraining order because you like him asking you too much. If you truly didn’t want him to keep asking you could just go and see Human Resources and file a complaint for harassment. Why haven’t you done that yet, you little minx? Is it because you want to touch those arms, to have those arms wrapped around you, to see what he has down below?
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