His Choice, Her Decision

by Williams, D. C.

  “Who is that?” Camille is asking when she notices that I’ve stopped dancing. I introduce Aiden and Sebastian to her and it seems that she and Sebastian are instantly hitting it off.

  Feeling like I need to escape, “Camille, I’m going to get something to drink. Want to join me?”

  “Yeah sure,” Camille says as we head off the dance floor.

  Sebastian, staring at Camille as she’s passing him asks if we’re here with anyone. As soon as he hears that we’re not, he asks if they can join us. Trying to get Camille’s attention by staring at her hoping that she will say no, she says “yes.” Damn!

  We find a table while Aiden and Sebastian head to get us drinks. “Camille, I don’t want to hang out with them. Besides, David would probably be upset to know that you’re here flirting with someone other than him.”

  “Damn David! Oh, I forgot to tell you that I broke up with his weak, lying, cheating ass.”

  “What? When did that happen?”

  “About two days ago. Know what’s funny? I thought I would be hurt by finding out about him cheating on me but I felt so relieved. I realized that I was just with him because it was comfortable. If I can be honest, I was never in love with him. I don’t want to be with someone because it’s comfortable, I want more.” Raising her eyebrows with a smile, “Sebastian is a good start. By the way, did anything happen between you and Aiden?”

  Trying to look offended by Camille’s question, I am so happy that the men are returning so that I can get out of giving her an answer. I’m taking what happened on last Saturday to my grave.

  “Well ladies, here are your drinks.” Aiden says as he sits directly across from me. I am trying my best not to look at him. Camille is busy telling Sebastian about her plans after graduation which includes us opening a day spa. He seems really interested in what she’s saying. Trying to look everywhere but at Aiden, I notice that he’s running the tip of his tongue up and down on a lime slice. I don’t even think he cares if anyone else sees him. Then he makes a moaning sound and I want to fall through the floor. I think he’s purposely mimicking me. I go from sipping my beer to guzzling in an attempt to cool my insides. It’s not working.

  “Sharon, would you like to dance?” I know I’m making her crazy and she’s such an easy target. She looks sexy as hell wearing those tight ass jeans and tank top. The ultimate was watching her expression as I ran my tongue up and down on that damn lime slice while imagining it was her. Hopefully, her friend didn’t notice. Of course not, she’s talking too damn much to notice anything.

  With much hesitation, I say, “yeah sure.” It’s the first time Camille has shut the hell up from talking to notice anything.

  Grabbing her hand while making our way to the dance floor, the music has changed to a slow song – something about “sexing her up.” How appropriate. She’s trying to pull away like she’s changed her mind but I’m not having it. “Are you trying to ignore me? If so, it’s not going to work. I like seeing you in jeans. You have a nice body and of course, I know that first hand don’t I?” No response. Pulling her body closer to mine, I know she feels my erection. Not caring if anyone notices, I’m doing a slow grind and she’s breathing pretty hard. “You smell so good and I seem to be really hungry again. Can I come over for dinner tonight?” With my last comment, she stiffens. Undoubtedly, recalling our last encounter.

  “Why, so I can go from being a lady to a whore?” I glance up to see Brian heading our way. “What is he doing?”

  “You will never be a whore, Sharon. I know I should have called you…” who the hell is this guy tapping me on my shoulder?

  “Brian, what’s wrong?”

  Eyeing Aiden like he doesn’t trust him he says, “Camille is leaving and asked that I get you home safely.”

  Leaving? Why is Camille leaving with a guy she just met? “Was she okay?”

  “She appeared to be. Are you ready to go?”

  “Yeah, I guess so. What about your date?”

  “She’ll be okay, let’s go.”

  What the hell is happening? What grown ass man walks out on a dance floor and interrupts someone while they’re dancing? Like hell I’m going to let someone else take her home. And if he really has a date, where the hell is she and why isn’t she taking care of her man? “Hey Sharon, I’ll get you home safely.”

  Looking at Aiden, “nah man, I’ll…” Brian is cut off mid-sentence by his date, who by the way, is beyond pissed. “Brian, I’m ready to go now!”

  “Brian, go ahead and go, Aiden doesn’t live too far from me so we can catch a cab together.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, you’d better go before your date goes postal on you.”

  We hug and he slowly walks away. Turning around, he tells me that he’ll call me later to make sure that I’ve made it home safely.

  Walking out behind Brian and his date, Aiden takes my hand. He seems to be upset about something. Maybe mad that Sebastian bailed on him and left him with me. He mentioned something about not calling me but I don’t care that he didn’t. It was probably for the best. It seems that we are walking back to my apartment instead of catching a cab. Considering I live within walking distance from the club, it’s not that big of a deal.

  “You know Sharon, I didn’t call you because you’re different. I really can’t explain my meaning but I could never treat you like I’m accustomed to treating most women. You’re probably thinking that my not reaching out to you afterwards was wrong but believe me, it was the right thing to do. I have however thought about you nonstop. What you require is something that I can’t offer right now, maybe never.”

  “How do you know what I require? You don’t know anything about me. Don’t worry, my feelings weren’t hurt. I know not to expect anything from guys like you?”

  “What is that supposed to mean? You know not to expect what from me?”

  “I’ve seen you in action, remember? And besides, you treated me no different than you treated Amy. You probably had no intentions of seeing me again until the movie premiere.”

  “Is that really what you think? I didn’t call you because I didn’t have your number and my reasoning for not stopping by… taking a deep breath, is because like I said before Sharon, you’re different.”

  “Different! How am I different? Not running behind you like you’re some god makes me different? I don’t expect anything from you because like you said before, you are who you are. You don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

  “I think I care about you. Never have I gone down on a woman whom I’ve just met without having sex with her. Normally, it’s the other way around, the woman going down on me and me fucking the hell out of her without even kissing her. If you will remember, I kissed you and pleasured you well before I left. Leaving with a massive hard on was also something that I’ve never done before.”

  We are in front of my apartment building and I know that he needs to leave. Only God knows what Camille is up to or when she’ll return. Reading my thoughts, Aiden says, “I guess I should probably go but I don’t want to.” Looking around, I’m not sure what to do and I’d be a fool to even think that he may possibly care for me. “Aiden, this is all so new to me. Besides, Camille is staying with me while in town and I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable should you be here when she returns.”

  “You think Camille will be returning tonight?” I can’t help but to laugh. “Believe me. Camille will not be home tonight. Maybe not tomorrow night either.”

  How does he know that? Camille is too smart to fall for a man whore. Maybe she’s not as smart as I thought, she did leave with him after only knowing him all of what, five minutes?

  “So, can I come up with you? We won’t do anything that you don’t want to do. I promise.”

  Heading up to my apartment I know that I’m most likely making another big mistake by allowing him to come inside. Opening the door, we enter and Aiden walks over to my sofa. He has a smile on his face, no doubt recalling our la
st tryst. “Would you like something to drink?”

  “No, come sit down so that we can talk.” Talk, I really want to talk to her. This is definitely another first for me. She’s walking towards me like she’s really unsure of me being here. I can’t say that I blame her. I was a complete jerk for not trying to contact her but I had my reasons. I really like her and would like to see if this can really go somewhere or if I’m even capable of being committed to one woman. I can almost bet money that she’s not the sharing type.

  “What do you want to talk about?”

  “For starters, I want you to know that I really like you. I’m sure that doesn’t mean much to you but I do. And you’re right, I am selfish and most of the time, I only think of myself. I love sex. I love that women fall at my feet. I also like that you have the ability to resist me – it’s refreshing. It also scares me that I’m attracted to you and really care what you think about me. How’s that for starters?”

  Smiling, “sounds like the conversation we should have had when you were here last. Starters for me, let’s see, well you know the stuff I shared with you already. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

  “Do you like me?” Now I can see that she’s relaxing and not so uptight. I’m really trying to be sincere and not think about how good her breasts look in that tank top. I’m also trying to not think about what I did to her last time I was here. Down boy, in due time if we play our cards right.

  “I’m not sure yet but I can see you’re making an effort so I’ll let you know later.”

  “You know what I really want to do right now?”

  Should I even ask? “No, what do you want to do right now?”

  “I want to kiss you and I really want to make love to you”. See, I said make love and not fuck or have sex. See, there’s still hope for me.”

  “Okay, let’s go back to starters. This is all so new to me.” Taking a deep breath, I’m not sure if I even want to share this with him but I do want to have sex, not make love because I don’t love him and I know for a fact that he doesn’t love me. “I’ve never done any of what we did the last time. The only thing I’ve ever done with a man is kiss.”

  Taking time to process what she’s telling me, I’m not sure I understand. “Are you still a virgin?” A 21 year old virgin? “Why didn’t you tell me that before?” Damn, I feel like such a jerk! Rubbing my hands through my hair, I feel like crap! I now recall how innocent she looked afterwards. Damn! “Sharon, I’m so sorry. I should have known.”

  “Don’t apologize, I could have said no. And if you will recall, I enjoyed my first experience.”

  Trying to lighten my mood I take a comical approach, “Well Ms. Wen, I think it’s only appropriate that you get your full sexual experience from me since I was the one to introduce you to dinner via a good tongue licking!”

  Did he just say that? Not waiting for my response, he’s moving towards me with hooded sexual predator eyes and I am so turned on! Tugging at my hips to pull me down on the sofa, he’s leaning over me and kissing me slowly. I feel his erection at the same time his hands are cupping my right breast. Oh it feels so good! His lips are travelling down to my neck and I can’t even pretend that I don’t like it so I decide to moan. Rising to his feet and taking me up with him, he’s asking, “which way to your bedroom?”

  Picking Sharon up from the sofa, I can’t make it to her bedroom fast enough. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed with her standing in front of me. “Take your clothes off for me, I want to see you.” She must want this as much as me because she’s doing exactly as I say. She’s removed her tank top and jeans. Standing in front of me with the sexiest black bra and panties, I pull her towards me so I can inhale her scent. Placing a kiss on her mound and moving my nose sideways, I hear the change in her breathing. Slowly removing her panties, I waste no time kissing her treasure. I feel her clutching at my shoulders so I stop, momentarily, and lay her down on the bed. Moving up to her breasts, I unsnap the front clasp to her bra and suck hard on her right nipple while rubbing the left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I feel her body arching beneath me. “Are you on the pill?” Damn, she just started taking pills. Well, I’m not leaving without being satisfied. Rising to my feet, I pull out my wallet to remove a few condoms and quickly dispose of my clothes. She’s looking at me as I roll the condom onto my massive rod. “Don’t be afraid, Snake won’t hurt you.” Climbing back onto the bed, I spread her legs wide and slide between her thighs. “If it’s too much, tell me okay?” She nods and that’s all I need to rock our world. Taking her mouth in the most passionate way that I know, I place my rod at the entrance of her vagina, still moist from my earlier invasion, I lead with force until I meet her virginal resistance. I steady myself to give her time to adjust. When she seems to relax, I push completely into her. I feel her fingers tightening on my arms. “Okay?” Looking into my eyes, she nods. I began a really slow grind until I feel her matching my thrusts with her own. We are both moaning and I can’t seem to get enough of her. Throwing her head back I know that she’s getting ready to cum. “Oh shit!” I’m yelling between quenched teeth, I explode!

  Chapter Eight

  That was two years ago.

  Aiden and I are still dating, if that’s what you want to call it. Camille and Sebastian are married and have a three month old son, Sebastian, Jr. or SJ for short. I’m now living back in California to be closer to our day spa. The new dilemma circulating the tabloids is a photo of Aiden with his arm wrapped around an unknown woman by the name of Emily while on location in Florida shooting some romance comedy. The headlines read, “Aiden Taylor Caught Cheating on Sharon, Again!” I am so sick of this crap so I’ve decided to go visit my parents. Not sure if it’s the best thing considering my dad thinks I’m stupid for even wasting my time with Aiden and not Brian. And of course, Aiden always has some lame ass excuse as to why this keeps happening.

  “Hi daddy, what are you up to?” My dad is sitting out by the pool and is reading some newspaper.

  “I’m reading this article about that disgrace you call a boyfriend. How can you continue to waste time on this imbecile who calls himself a man? Our friends are laughing at us! You have forced your mother to lie and say that you broke up with him long ago and is seeing someone else. By the way, what is Brian doing these days?”

  “Which question do you want me to answer first?” My dad looks at me over his eyeglasses. “Daddy I don’t know why I waste my time with Aiden. I guess it’s because I know another side of him. I will admit, two years is a long time to be with someone who doesn’t feel the need to commit.” I stop talking because I hear my voice breaking and I can’t cry about this to my dad. He’s taught me better and I know that what Aiden is doing isn’t right. He is so selfish!

  “Come now, you are here to visit and not be preached to. I love you honey. Your mother and I want the best for you and it’s up to you to make your own decisions. Hey, why don’t we go get ice cream before your mother gets back home?”

  My dad’s remedy for all sticky situations is ice cream. “Sure, let’s go. I’m not going to get into trouble for you eating ice cream am I?” Throwing his arms around me and giving me the hug that I need to know everything is going to work itself out, we head out to my car. I know that this conversation is far from over but I’ll take this time with my dad and not focus on Aiden and all the drama associated with him being in my life.

  Chapter Nine

  “Sebastian, has Camille talked to Sharon today?”

  Whispering into the phone, “man, why in the hell are you calling here? Why do you want to know about Sharon? Were you concerned with her whereabouts while you were hugged up with Emily, of all people? Man, you keep messing up and each time you do, I have to hear about it from Camille. What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “It’s not what you think. I saw Emily while being out and some fuck ass photographer snapped our picture as she was giving me a hug. Anyways, Sharon won’t answer my calls and she isn’t respondi
ng to any of my text messages.”

  “I wonder why?”

  “Come on Sebastian, I know that Camille has told you where she is. I really need to talk to her.”

  “Man, I’m not telling you shit! You can’t keep treating that girl like that and think that it’s okay.”

  “If you don’t tell me, I’m going to call Camille’s cell and ask her.”

  “I will kick your ass if you call my wife and upset her! Don’t play like that. Don’t try to mess up my household! I’m going to tell your sorry ass this time and you better get your shit together and soon. She’s at her parent’s house asshole!”

  Damn, Sebastian is mad! Camille has his ass whipped. He’s right though, I really need to consider Sharon’s feelings more. Nothing happened with Emily, it was really just a hug and her new husband was nearby. That damned photographer, I could kick his ass for taking that picture. I love Sharon but I love my freedom too. I don’t know why I can’t just be happy with her. I don’t want to lose her and I’d be pissed if the shoe were on the other foot. That would never happen because Sharon thinks too much of herself to cheat. What can I say to fix this?

  “Hi Mrs. Wen, this is Aiden, is Sharon available?” I can tell from the long pause that she doesn’t want me talking to Sharon.

  Sighing into the phone, “hold Aiden, I’ll get her.”

  No hi or nothing. I’ve really messed up. Five minutes have gone by. Did she just leave me on hold? Preparing to hang up, Sharon answers.

  “What is it Aiden?”

  “Hey babe, why aren’t you answering your phone or responding to my text messages?”

  “Maybe it’s because I don’t want to talk to you! Look Aiden, please don’t try to explain your way out of this. I came here to spend the weekend with my parents and I don’t want to hear anything that you have to say right now. I’ll talk to you later.”

  Did she just hang up on me? My alarm is sounding, time for me to go back on set. Damn. I hope she will get past this.