by Claire Adams
“I’m not going to have sex with some stranger.”
But the second that sentence left my mouth I realized that was exactly what I had done with Chris. I didn’t really know him. Yeah we had talked a little bit, but he wasn’t anyone I could say I knew. I really knew nothing about him. Well, except that he had the body of a Greek god. And speaking of that body…it looked like someone finished their morning run…
Rebecca slowly stood and went to the window. Her mouth was slightly opened as she watched Chris stretching on his lawn. I watched as Rebecca devoured Chris with her eyes. It was clear she was having the same physical response to the man as I was. I doubt there was a woman alive that wouldn’t find Chris attractive. He was movie star pretty and delightful to watch.
“You see what I’m talking about?” I said as I sat back down on the couch.
“Oh yeah, I can see how you gave into that. I’m married and my body is telling me to give this guy a try.”
Rebecca continued to look out the window and watch Chris. She licked her lips several times subconsciously as she watched him out the window. It made me laugh to see her get so excited. She had spent most of her life without too much excitement; she kind of needed a little something interesting to add to her dreams.
“So remind me who this Rob guy was again?” I said as I cringed at the thought of going on a blind date.
“Remember, I work with him. He’s about your age and super nice. You should totally just go out on a date with him. You never know.” Rebecca said as a smile came across her face.
I never did know who Rebecca was going to think was the perfect guy for me. She didn’t seem to have any criteria for choosing these men. Often, simply the fact that they were single was the only thing she looked for.
“Alright. Give him my number. I’ll go out with him. I need to get my mind off Chris.”
Rebecca’s face instantly turned to delight as she looked just like a kid in a candy story. I could tell she really wanted to fix me up with this guy. She ran to her purse and pulled out her phone.
“I’m going to text him your number right now. You are going to love him.”
I raised one eyebrow at her and laughed. She said the same thing about every single guy she tried to match me up with. She always thought I would love them.
“Love. That’s a bit much,” I said.
“Oh, you know what I mean. You will have a great date with him. He’s super nice.”
“You know that’s the second time you’ve said he’s super nice. Does that mean he’s really ugly and you’re trying to distract me from that?”
“No. He’s cute. He is the total package. Just wait. It will be great.”
I took a deep breath and tried to forget about all the previous, perfect, guys that Rebecca had tried to fix me up with. She and her husband certainly meant well, but their idea of perfect and my idea of perfect just weren’t the same thing.
I hugged Rebecca goodbye and promised to keep her in the loop of anything and everything that involved my dating life. There was no turning back now; she was going to want to know all the details of everything about my date.
Only a few minutes after Rebecca left my house, I received a text message from this Rob guy. He sent a picture and a sweet hello message. He was cute with blonde hair and blue eyes. His tan skin made him look like a surfer, although Rebecca said he worked with her at the insurance agency. He seemed too young to be in the insurance field. Although Rebecca was also in that field, she had an old soul and insurance seemed to fit how much she worried about everything all the time.
We made plans to have dinner the following night. He asked to come pick me up for our date and although I initial refused, I finally had to cave into him when he sent me a picture of Fred Flintstones car and said I deserved a ride in that. It made me laugh and I needed a good laugh right about then.
Chapter 14
I felt like an old pro at going on first dates. In the last couple years I had certainly had my fair share of them. Unfortunately, first dates never seemed to correlate into second or third dates for me. Often there just was no chemistry between me and the guy.
Rob and I had a great date though. He was funny and made me laugh. He was very handsome. His surfer boy looks certainly could get the ladies. Unfortunately there just was no chemistry between the two of us. Or at least, I didn’t feel the chemistry. Rob certainly felt fine about the two of us. He spent much of the evening flirtatiously setting his hand on different parts of my body.
When he arrived at my door and walked me out to his car, his hand was on my lower back. When he pulled my chair out for me at the restaurant, he let his hand sit on my shoulder after he pushed my chair in. Then on the drive back to my house he let out a bellowing laugh at one of my jokes and just happened to let his hand land on my thigh as he finished laughing.
I didn’t really mind. He was cute and really funny. I just didn’t feel a passion or spark for him. There was no burning desire to take him to bed and certainly no feeling of lust toward him; even with his hand perched on my thigh I couldn’t feel any excitement. All in all it was a good date though. We got along great and made each other laugh. It was better than most of my other dates and I could see myself actually being friends with this guy. Although, I could not see myself dating him. It would be hard to tell him no if he asked me on a second date though. I’d probably just have to say yes at first and then blow him off after he was gone.
When we pulled up outside my house, Rob jumped up out of his sports car and ran over to open my door. His car was hot and I was really glad he didn’t have an old junk car like he had joked about in the picture he sent earlier. The black Chevy Camaro was a delicious piece of machinery.
His hand quickly went to my lower back as he guided me to my front door.
“I had a great night,” I said as I glanced over to the neighbor’s house.
Out of the corner of my eye I could swear I just saw the light in Chris’s back room turn off and the shade on the window moving.
“Me too, I’m really glad Rebecca thought to hook us up. It’s really hard to find decent woman out in the country. Most are either too young, too old, or married,” Rob laughed.
I didn’t know for sure, but I thought Chris was watching me from his window. I could feel myself getting nervous and although I wasn’t originally planning on kissing Rob goodnight, I decided it would be worth it if Chris was watching.
I’m not sure why I thought me kissing some other guy would be so awesome, but I just didn’t want Chris to win this battle. I didn’t know if he was watching for sure or not. But if he was, I was going to make sure he knew I didn’t care at all about him disappearing. I was perfectly able to get my own date and didn’t need to worry about his arrogance at all.
“Yeah, I’m glad too,” I said as I leaned against my front door.
I gave Rob a flirtations look; it was a slight flutter of my eye lashes with a little biting of my lower lip. He couldn’t refuse me. Within seconds he had moved in for a kiss.
Normally I wouldn’t get super devoted to a good night kiss. I usually liked them to be quick and passionate. Just enough to test out our chemistry. This time I was going to have to go all out. If I was going to make Chris see that I didn’t need him, I was going to have to really kiss Rob.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my hands run through his blonde hair. It was soft and I couldn’t help but enjoy this moment a little bit. Rob was an excellent kisser. His lips moved in perfect harmony with mine and I could feel him readjusting his body and trying to stay just a couple inches away from me. Likely so I couldn’t tell just how hard he was with excitement. Slowly I let my hands go down to his back and then move back up. He was a very fit guy and built with plenty of muscles. Not nearly as many as Chris, but certainly still in very good shape.
As we continued to kiss, I couldn’t help but imagine Chris watching me and getting jealous. It served him right for being such an ass to me. I didn’t know for sur
e if he was watching, but I had a sneaking suspicious that he was. There was just a feeling that I had and I wanted to make sure Chris knew I didn’t need him. I was an independent woman; I didn’t need to wait around for Chris to call. I wanted him to call so I could get to know him better. But since he didn’t bother to do that I figured I would just get to know Rob better.
“Best first date ever!” Rob exclaimed as we finally stopped kissing.
I just smiled and tried to look over at Chris’s house to see if I saw any movement. But it looked pretty quiet over there.
“It was very nice. You make sure and call me sometime,” I said as I opened my front door. We said our goodbyes and Rob made his way back to his car. I sat down on the stairs just inside my doorway as I thought about our date. He really was a nice guy. If I had met him before Chris, I would have been very excited.
The problem was, I had met Chris. The sexual fireworks that were between us was so much more than I could have ever imagined. I certainly couldn’t move on with someone else unless I found that sort of connection again. I took my shoes off and was about to zip myself out of my dress and go upstairs when there was a knock at my door.
Chapter 15
“Hey Rob, did you forget something?” I said as I opened the door.
It wasn’t Rob; instead I was face to face with Chris.
“So you went on a date?”
“Yep.”
“Alright. So he looked like a douchebag.”
“Well you don’t know him.” I could feel myself getting angrier.
“I doubt you know him either.”
My pulse got faster as I could feel the anger building up inside of me. Who was he to come and talk to me about my date? He had totally ignored me for the past two weeks. It was his fault I even went on a date in the first place.
“Really? Really? You’re going to throw up an attitude when you disappeared for two weeks without as much as a phone call.”
Chris narrowed his eyes onto me and I felt them soften up just a touch. He pressed into my house and shut the door behind him.
“I’m sorry. I was out of town on work.”
“Hmmm, the last time I checked the entire country had phone service and you even carry around a little thing in your pocket called a cell phone.”
I was getting angry and I could feel it. But for some reason Chris just smiled at me. It was like he was antagonizing me to get angrier.
“Yes, but when I work I can’t have my phone with me.”
“Oh my god. That’s a great excuse. Do all the women you bang and then leave get to hear this same pile of bullshit?”
Chris had a full on smile now and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying how furious I was. I wasn’t quite sure why I was angry though. I really didn’t know him at all and it wasn’t like me to get so attached to someone so quickly.
“I’m serious. No phone for two weeks. Plus, I didn’t have your number anyways so it wouldn’t have helped me to have my phone.”
His calm demeanor should have helped to calm me down also, but it didn’t. Instead, I continued to get louder and louder.
“Oh, so you didn’t have a phone for two weeks? How was it up there?”
“What? Up where?” he said with a puzzled look on his face.
“Up in Antarctica. I mean unless you were in the African desert for your work. Because those are the only two places I can think of that you can’t find cell service for two friggin’ weeks. You are unbelievable. If you didn’t want to keep in touch with me why wouldn’t you just tell me I wasn’t your type?”
“You are my type.” Chris said calmly with a mischievous smile.
“Oh my god! Seriously, how can I be your type if you disappear for two weeks, then don’t call me and then ignore me when you do get home?”
“Trust me, I didn’t ignore you.”
“I don’t even know what is going on here!”
I just stood there and stared at him for a minute.
“Well so what’s up with this guy you were kissing?” Chris said with a smile.
“Nothing. We just went on a date.”
“Why?”
“Because adults go on dates when they are single.”
“I’d like to take you on a date.”
I just shook my head no. What was going on? How did we get from him ignoring me to now he was standing in my house asking me on a date?
“No.”
Chris looked surprised at my answer. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the door. He seemed to be pondering what to do next. “Yes,” he said simply.
I laughed. This was like a game to him. He ignored me for two weeks and now that he saw me kissing another guy he was suddenly interested in me. I didn’t want to play this game anymore.
“No. I think you should leave.”
I grabbed for the door to open it but he wouldn’t move.
“I think I should stay.” He stayed exactly where he was with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. What an arrogant ass!
“Listen, I had fun with you. I enjoyed our night together. I wanted to see you again, but you disappeared. I don’t have time for this kind of stuff. I have a big art exhibit next week and I’m over this crap. Please leave.”
“That’s great. Yes, I’ll be your date to the art exhibit.” Chris smiled and uncrossed his arms.
“What are you talking about?”
“I would love to be your arm candy for your show. What should it wear? Is it black tie? Or more casual?”
I didn’t know what to do. He was crazy. He actually thought I was going to go on a date with him. Why on early would I agree to go on a date with a guy that had been a total ass to me? I had more self-respect than that.
“I’m not going on a date with you!” I yelled out of exasperation.
Chapter 16
“Damn you look sexy as fuck when you’re mad.”
“What? No I don’t.”
“Oh yes you do,” Chris said as he moved toward me.
I stepped back one small step after another before I landed right up against the stairs. I looked up toward the top and instantly remembered when Chris had carried me naked up to my bedroom.
I moved away from the stairs.
Chris smiled as he seemed to be remembering the exact same thing as I was. I avoided eye contact with him and moved toward the front door.
“Come on, it’s late. Just go home and we can talk more tomorrow.” I said as I opened the door.
Chris grabbed the door and slammed it shut. He then grabbed me and slammed me against the door. His body forcing me against him.
“I think I would like to stay,” he said with a smile.
My body whirled with desire for him. I didn’t want to be so attracted to him. The problem was my body was ached to feel him. I bit my lip as the desire started to build. I looked down to try and avoid eye contact, but his hand gently lifted my chin up and our eyes locked. His lips came in fast and hard against mine and I tried to push him away. I was still angry with him. I didn’t want to have sex with him…but I couldn’t stop myself. The passion and desire that filled my body needed to be released. I could be mad at him tomorrow. Tonight I was going to fuck him.
I pressed hard against him and he moved all the way back to the stairs. When we reached the stairs I pushed him right back onto his ass. As he sat on the stairs I climbed on top of him and roughly kissed him. Our lips moved with one another and our hands grabbed and tore at each other’s clothes. Before I knew it my dress was hiked up to my waist and my panties were on the ground.
Chris grabbed me and stood up, pressing my body up against the wall and holding me there. He unzipped his pants and quickly guided his cock inside of me. As he thrust into me, my body shook the wall and the pictures that went up the stairway. Our lips stayed locked and I could feel the anger leaving my body with each of his thrusts.
Harder and harder he banged my body up against the wall. I should have said no, but I liked it. I enjoyed feeling his primal thrus
ts and wanted more and more of it. I wanted to feel him inside me for hours on end. My arms stayed wrapped around him as I held on tightly.
“Fuck me, oh god, yes,” I heard myself say as I closed my eyes in pleasure.
“Cum for me baby. Cum hard.”
His voice was like a commander telling me what had to be done. I listened. My body started to tense up and I could feel the rush of excitement filling up every fiber. I tried to press against him, I wanted to slow his thrust because the intensity was so much for me. But his thrusts kept coming and my whole body let loose with excitement.
I felt the tightening in my abdomen, but Christ kept thrusting.
“Oh, no, no, no…” I tried to get him to stop.
“I’m not done fucking you yet,” he said definitively.
He brought me over to the couch and placed me on the side. He laid me over the edge and my back fell down onto the couch. With both hands on my hips he flipped me over so my ass was in the air and he entered me from behind. His thrusts were slow at first. I enjoyed the softness. But then he reached down and grabbed my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the other.
The pulse of his cock inside me hit my g-spot just right and I felt a pleasure like I had not felt in years. Even the sex we had had two weeks ago did not give me the pleasure that this one position was giving me. I pressed my body back against him and urged him to go deeper and deeper. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him.
Chris leaned down and let his lips touch my back and I could feel his breath. It was heavy and full of lust. His body heaved with each thrust and his arms shook as he used every last ounce of energy he had.
The ecstasy was building up to a finish and I could feel my body tensing up again. My legs got wobbly and I used the couch for support. But soon even the couch couldn’t support me as my legs gave out and an orgasm took over. At the same time, Chris let out his final thrust and a moan of delight as his body released.
Before either of us could collapse onto the ground, we crawled our way onto the couch and curled up. His arms kept me warm as we drifted off to sleep. My mind was exhausted, my body equally as tired. I wanted to stay mad at Chris, but in that moment there was no energy left for anger.
