by Jane Price
“Well, Peter left me for some bitch. His secretary of all people. Can you believe it?” Sarah began to cry and occasionally looked over at Thomas who was paying attention to his phone. “I mean, I’m just so hurt. Why aren’t there any good guys?” Thomas nodded absently as a new message from Anne popped in.
It said that she meant Tom. She wanted to give them a chance. She didn’t want to wait for the other guy. She wanted to meet him. He replied back immediately: “Just one drink,” and then turned his attention to Sarah.
“What do you want me to do about it? Peter is my boss, I won’t do anything to jeopardize my job.” Sarah sniffled and looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
“Well, can’t we give ‘us’ another shot?” Thomas laughed loudly and stood up. He pulled out his wallet as he walked towards her.
“I begged for you to stay and what was it that you said?” He opened up his wallet, “the love was gone, and that no amount of money or success would keep you around?” He took out a $20 bill. “And then I found out you went and fucked my boss behind my back while we were still together.” He placed the $20 bill in her hand and closed her hand around it. “There is no ‘us,’ get yourself a taxi home, maybe this will be enough money to get you to leave. I’ve got a date.”
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Thomas pushed Sarah out and the door and closed it behind him, locking it. He looked at Sarah and put his hand out, palm open. She looked at him confused and he nodded towards the keychain that she was still holding on to. She tentatively raised it up towards him and he snatched it out of her hand. He gave her a wave as he turned and ran down the hallway.
As he made his way to the entrance he called out for the woman who was there to hold the door. He jogged out through the door and stopped at the street corner, trying to wave down a taxi. A voice called out to him from behind and he turned to look.
The woman who was holding the door closed it and walked towards him, who he finally realized was Anne. They slowly started walking towards each other and stood face to face quietly. Neither said anything for a few moments. She reached out and took his hands and placed them on her hips. He laughed and leaned down, kissing her passionately as they stood on the sidewalk.
“You wanna go upstairs?” Thomas asked, his hands massaging her hips. She contemplated the question and began to walk backwards to the door.
“I’d like that.” Thomas followed her inside his building and through the doors towards his apartment. He walked with his hand around her shoulder and as they neared the door he kissed her on the cheek. They turned the corner to his apartment and he saw that Sarah was still sitting in front of his door. He went to stop and turn around, but Anne kept walking. “Is that her,” she asked in a hushed tone as they got within a few feet of the door.
“Thomas, who the hell is this skank?” Anne looked down at her clothes, she was dressed in a pair of jeans, a tank top, and the same knitted cardigan sweater from the first time they met. She looked back up at Sarah who was dressed in what appeared to be a cocktail dress, makeup running down her face. Thomas stuttered for a few seconds looking between them, but Anne responded.
“Skank? I’m not the one sitting outside my ex’s apartment looking like I’m on a bad walk of shame.” Anne took a step forward towards Sarah who had stood up to confront them. “This lady in front of you is here to fuck this man.” Anne pushed passed Sarah towards the door. “Now, please, unless you want to hear me screaming his name, I would leave.” Sarah looked at her horror stricken and stared at Thomas who shrugged and pulled out his keys to unlock the door.
“You heard her, it’s your choice.” Sarah gasped and picked up her purse and trudged away, swearing. Thomas looked over at Anne whose chest was puffed out, her pierced nipples could be seen clearly through the shirt. He grabbed and lifted her up, kissing her. “My god that was sexy.” Anne laughed as the door swung open and Thomas carried her inside. She looked around the apartment and smiled at how clean it was.
“I’m glad to see you kept up the place,” she told him between kisses. He began to kiss her neck as they made their way into the house and he put her on the counter in the kitchen.
“Somebody important told me to take care of myself,” he pulled off her sweater and started kissing her neck again. “I decided to listen.” Anne tugged at his shirt and pulled it over his head exposing his back to her raking fingernails. He kissed and sucked at her neck, hickies quickly started to form across her tender skin. His hands searched for the edge of her shirt and he slid his hands up into her shirt, his thumbs began to flick and play with her nipples. She moaned as she turned and playfully bit him in the ear.
Thomas took a step back and lifted her slightly off the counter, Anne took the opportunity to slide her jeans off and Thomas finished by pulling them off completely. He tossed them into the corner of room and he didn’t hit any pizza boxes this time. She laid back on the island and threw her legs over his shoulders as he knelt down.
He was cleanly shaven and he noticed how smooth her legs were against his face this time, her supple skin tensed up slightly as he licked his finger and slid it inside her. As the finger slowly turned and slid easily he kissed her clit, sucking at her lips. He began to lick it up and down, slowly but with force. Anne reached down and grabbed his hair as he continued to lick and finger her. He turned his finger and began to move it quicker, rubbing over her G Spot. Her back arched and she loudly began to moan his name, her legs wrapped tightly around his head, forcing him deeper into her pussy.
After a few moments of this her legs relaxed and she sighed, having just cumed. He continued to lap at her pussy, but pulled his finger out. With both hands he removed her legs from his shoulders and stood up. When he stood up he stared for a moment as Anne laid out, her chest heaving up and down. He reached down and with one hand pulled her towards him. They kissed for a moment and she sat up.
Thomas lifted her up gently from the counter and carried her to his bedroom where he set her down. Before she laid back she unfastened his pants and let them drop to the floor. Thomas stood still as she pulled down his boxers, his cock was hard and she took it into her mouth, her tongue licked and lapped at the tip as she sucked it. With one hand she stroked the shaft, with the other she fingered herself. Thomas reached down and took her breast in his hand, squeezing it and teasing the nipple slightly.
She pulled back and continued to stroking it, looking up at him. She let go and laid back in bed, scooting up towards the top of the bed. Thomas crawled onto the bed after her and slid one hand behind her back. He pulled her in close as he laid on top of her and she looked at him with a smile.
“You’re hogging the bed again.” Thomas raised back up laughing and flipped her onto her hands and knees. He leaned down and started to lick her pussy again from behind, making sure she was wet. “Oh, this kind of sharing will make up for it.” He laughed again and slid inside her. She moaned as she reached up to grab the headboard. He began thrusting, pushing her into the headboard gently with each pump.
Anne began to moan his name as he started to get faster and harder, her arms shook and she laid down, her ass in the air. Thomas changed position slightly so that he had an angle to spank her. He reared back and spanked her hard once on her right ass cheek. She let out a little yelp and moaned for him to do it harder. Thomas continued to pound into her with spanks and his dick until she bit down on his pillow and moaned loudly. Thomas thrusted one last time in complete pleasure and they both collapsed into a pile of panting, sweaty tangled limbs. Anne tried to roll back into Thomas’ arms, but he kept moving away. As he reached the edge of the bed, he allowed Anne to slide into his arm.
“Look who’s the bed hog now, punk.” Anne sat up and playfully acted hurt.
“How dare you, this is payback, that’s all.” She laid back down into his extended arms and she looked up at him, his eyes closed. “So, are we still going to get that drink?"
THE END
Lust Unleashed
1
; For the life of me, I just simply couldn't seem to believe what an amazing birthday this was turning out to be. I'd never, ever, really managed to enjoy anything remotely close to a happy birthday, and as I was getting older, it was becoming harder and harder to see these days as anything more than a continuation of my descent into old age. And I mean hell, for that matter, I wasn't exactly over the hill or anything, either. Just my late twenties, which wasn't at all the sort of age that a person should go around throwing in the towel.
But, I don't know. Maybe I just didn't feel like I'd gotten what I'd wanted out of life on a number of levels, and that made the prospect of aging seem more harrowing than it actually was. There were so many things I'd taken too long to get around to in life, and I came to regret it more and more with each passing year. For the longest time, I'd been something of a shy person, suffice it to say, and my plethora of inhibitions had always gone a long way in preventing the sort of life I'd really wanted for myself.
It was better now, I guess. Not perfect, not by any means, but I lived a happy enough life with my husband, and I had long since learned to appreciate the little things, the blessings that so often go overlooked by a person. I'd gotten through some of my shyness, and could at least enjoy life now, but days such as birthdays tended to emphasize just how much time I'd lost all the while.
But this year was different. This year, I didn't feel like I was getting old any more, and in fact I felt almost younger than ever in my present state of mind. I felt like I was really, actually celebrating the gift of being alive, living to the fullest for a change and simply taking things as they came along.
And I knew, with every fiber of my being, that it was my husband I had to thank for all of this, him and him alone, and in so many, many ways. At present, I stared at Charles across the table. Our dinner at this most exquisite of fine restaurant has been an amazing experience, and the man, sitting across from me, lit by candle light as he was, seeming almost angelic in appearance. We both had a reasonable amount of wine in our systems by this point, and before our server had returned with our meals, we'd spent a great amount of the evening playing footsies with one another underneath the table.
I was, suffice it to say, getting very, very hot for my immaculate love by this point in the evening. Leering over at him with a pair of unmistakable bedroom eyes, my nostrils flaring, and my body squirming and shifting into very suggestive positions so as to lure him into me- as though he really needed enticing at this point, because I could tell by his demeanor that he was about as eager to take me when we made it home as I was to be taken by him.
God, I had so much to thank this man for. So much of what had at last gone right for me in life were a result of him stepping into the picture, and taking me under his wing, so to speak, when no one else seemed able to break me out of my shell.
I'm not sure what it was, exactly, that had always kept me so quiet and unassuming before. I mean, for that matter, I guess there doesn't have to be a real reason for that sort of thing. Some days I liked to blame the extremely conservative manner in which I was raised, or any number of other circumstances in my life. But I knew that no such factors would ever fully account for the way I was. I was just sheepish, awkward about putting myself out there, and coupled with my appearance, this tended to be quite the recipe for sheer frustration.
I had always been a beautiful girl. Starting college, I could have taken a man's breath away had I possessed the nerve to look him in the eyes long enough. I had sleek, blonde hair, a beautiful, angelic face, and a petite figure that was almost agonizing to behold, everything perfectly portioned, every nook and every crevice in precisely the right spot along my charming little anatomy. Had I been brave enough to actually make use of what I had and not hidden myself away all the time, I probably could have had just about any guy I set my heart on, and have made my way out of the infuriating hole of my shyness far sooner than I ended up doing.
But, the fact of the matter was, I just never quite seemed capable of breaking free of it, and I tended to just shy away any time any guy at all showed me any sort of affection whatsoever. Eventually, the guys around me stopped making any sort of advances. I guess because they mistook my shyness for being stuck up, and thought that I couldn't possibly want anything to do with them.
But this wasn't at all the case. As shy and unassuming as I might have seemed to those around me, I actually had a very passionate heart, and I craved love just as much as the next girl. And in fact, for the longest time, I'd pined for one very fine gentleman in particular, a classmate of mine from high school, Bobby Jones.
God, how I had my heart broken by that glorious creature, time and time again. Or, rather, how I broke my own heart in my inability to work up the nerve to talk to him, and how greatly I suffered watching him with all of the many girlfriends he had over the course of our high school years together. In hindsight, it would have been so easy, just to go up and talk to him, to let him know how I felt for him in exchange for finally feeling safe and secure in my own skin.
Some days I wondered about it, and I'd even confided this to my husband on occasion, even though I felt certain it was something that would make him uncomfortable. But it was hard as hell not to wonder, you know? How differently might my life have turned out had I just told Bobby how I felt about him, instead of keeping it all to myself for so long? Would I have broken free from my shyness that much earlier, and been able to make the most out of my youth like I'd always wished I had?
Who the hell knew?
The only thing I knew was that obsessing over it all was absolutely pointless on my part, and the fact of my repeatedly doing so was forever a manner of thorn in my paw. I mean, of course it's normal to consider the road not traveled in life, but eventually I just had to let it go, and accept that things had not turned out as I'd wanted to back then, and they never would. Maybe, if they had, I would have started enjoying my birthdays long before the present point in time, but whether or not that was the case, it didn't really matter anymore.
What did matter was the fact that, in spite of it all, despite my near certainty that I would never find the love of my life or be saved from my own unhappiness, things had somehow panned out in spite of all odds. And all, as I mentioned before, thanks to my amazing, loving husband.
It's almost a sort of miracle that the two of us had even ended up meeting, really. Sometimes, to this day, I simply can't believe how insanely I lucked out the way that I did, and I have to count my blessings repeatedly just to ensure that the beautiful life I live is, in fact, a reality.
It had happened one evening during my senior year of college, during the finals week of the first semester. That whole past year had been somewhat hellish for me, and I'd been struggling for some time to keep my grades up to where they needed to be in order to hold onto my scholarship. At the time, I'd been attempting to study for three different final exams at once, flipping from paper to paper and back again and easily confusing the contents of one subject for the other. Of no particular help in the matter of my keeping focused was the fact that everyone in my residence hall was making about the loudest racket you could imagine. Completely disregarding the fact that this was final's week, and that people who actually gave a damn about their education were trying to study.
What made it especially astounding, the happiest sort of coincidence, in fact, that I should meet Charles that night, was that the two of us first encountered one another at a bar. Under any normal circumstances I was not much of a drinker at all. For the longest time, because of my upbringing, I'd never even touched the stuff. But, given my present state of mind, and the pressure I was under, some alcohol in my system seemed like the precise sort of antidote I needed. And, not to mention, my residence hall was so rambunctious at that point that I almost imagined a bar to be a quieter place to get things done.
It was, to a minor degree at least, and with my headphones in and a dark corner booth secured, I at last managed to whittle my ways slowly through the volumes of
coursework that still needed to be memorized before the week was up.
And that's when Charles had spotted me, seeing me clear from the bar, and, his words, becoming instantly enamored by the sheer beauty of that quite little girl in the corner. Not knowing my shy nature, he had approached me, and under any other circumstances, I might have had quite the disastrous nervous breakdown.
But, things as they were, alcohol in my system and my mind so strung out on my studies, when he said hello to me I somehow managed to look at him, without shying away, and to respond to him in a manner that was almost halfway normal. Admittedly, I could feel the skin of my cheeks flushing absolutely scarlet with embarrassment, and I could feel goosebumps and sweat mingling all down along the course of my neck and spine.
But somehow, God only knows how, I managed to end up having a complete, reasonably sensible conversation with the charming man, and the next thing I knew of it the two of us were planning a first date together. And the rest, after that, was just history...
I had been, admittedly, very nervous at first. Charles was a couple of years older than me, and I could tell that he was almost certainly more experienced than I was from a single glance. God, he was an attractive man. Broad shoulders and a thick chest, muscular features, and a gaze so deep and so penetrating that it almost made me melt inside.
