"Oh really? Who's the lucky guy?" he asked. He's so charming. Damn it, if I’d only claimed him first...
"His name’s John. We started dating over the summer when we worked together. He’s so different from all the other guys I've known."
"Is he as complicated as my Susie?" he asked. I thought if Susie could have been there to hear the way he said 'my Susie,' she would probably agree to marry him on the spot.
"No."
Tyler turned his head toward the window, looking outside, the corners of his mouth turned down.
"Don't be sad," I said.
"How?” he said. “When you care about someone it’s supposed to make you happy, right? But I won't be happy if I’m constantly worried she’s gonna blow me off. I’m such a fucking loser.”
"Look, really, don't give up. You should hear how she talks about you,” I said.
"But it could just be the sex," he said. "She went on and on about it the other night. Or it might just be physical attraction for her. I know it’s more than that for me.”
"I don't know," I said, glancing at Monica from the corner of my eye. "Not to burst your bubble or anything, but you're not her type at all."
"Really?" His voice rose a little. "I mean, I know I'm not the best looking guy in the world or anything. But if you heard what she said to me the other night…."
"Hey, there are always exceptions,” Monica said. “I take it as a good sign. It means it's not just physical. But, honestly Tyler, it has to be at least somewhat physical. Look at you.”
I was shocked at how flirty my sister was. I planned to bring it up afterward, for sure.
He laughed, and I’m pretty sure he blushed. "Well, she wasn't my type either. I've never dated anyone who looks like her. I've always been with really thin women. And never a blond. Never.”
"See what I mean?" I turned toward Monica, slamming my first on the table."This is exactly what I was talking about before."
Monica ignored me. "I think it's a good sign for both of you.”
"What kind of guy does she usually like?" he asked.
"You know that actor Kevin James?" I asked.
"Yeah. Really?” he asked.
"She was really attracted to Corbie for a while," I said. I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.
Tyler’s lips pursed and he crossed his arms. I knew he'd make a terrible poker player.
"I'm sorry,” I said. “I shouldn't have told you that. She's never acted on it as far as I know. Don't hold it against Corbie, okay?”
"Okay then, Joan," he said. "I'll try to forget what you said earlier this week about him being all up on her at the party she just had. Those were your words."
"But she didn't act on it!” I said. “That should make you feel a little better, don't you think? That she showed some restraint? I’m pretty sure Corbie would’ve gone for it. Look, it's obvious she likes you. Besides, she could've had him a long time ago if she really wanted him.”
I was about to tell Tyler how she went on and on about him being better than Troy in bed, but his phone rang. The more I thought about it, I realized it probably wasn’t a good idea to talk about her sexual history with Troy. I thought about how angry Susie was when she had to file that restraining order because, as she so eloquently put it, she was legally banning the best fuck of her life from contacting her. She joked about conjugal visits a few times after it happened. At least I hoped it was a joke and she wasn’t still seeing him once in a while.
Tyler let his phone ring twice before he answered, holding his finger to his lips for us to be quiet, smiling.
"Hello?" he said. Pause. "Hell yeah!" Pause. "Less than ten minutes." Pause. Huge smile. "Okay, darlin'. I can't wait." Pause. "You're torturing me." Pause. Laughter. "See you soon." And he hung up.
"Well, I gotta go," he said. "Thanks for talking to me, you guys. And I feel a little better about Corbie now, I guess."
"Good," I said.
"I'm a little concerned about your jealousy, Tyler," Monica said.
"Yeah, me too," he said. "I think I'd be okay if I didn't feel like she was gonna slip through my fingers any second."
"Well, just so you know, if you get jealous and crazy we’ll have to revoke our endorsement. We've seen it before, most recently with Troy.” She looked around the room like she was afraid he was there. "That got ugly. Restraining order ugly."
"Oh. I didn't know it was that bad," Tyler said. Then he laughed. “Must be another detail she neglected to mention.”
"He got drunk and tried to break into her house. That was the last straw," Monica said.
"My theory is that he was on steroids and they drove him crazy," I said. I took a drink of my coffee, hoping Tyler wouldn’t ask too many questions.
“I won’t go crazy, I promise.” He shook his head. “So, how long are you in town, Monica?"
"I leave on Tuesday afternoon. Do we need to get together again? I was thinking it might be good if we met up with Susie together. That way I won’t have to act like I’ve never met you if I talk to her. I’m not a great liar.”
"Yes. Think about how we can do that,” he said.
"What about Sunday?" I asked.
"Ummm… no, she and I already have plans on Sunday, at least in the afternoon," he said.
"What? Today and tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yes. Long story." He smiled.
"I can imagine. What about Monday? I could stop by the Cellar - or maybe her house - while you guys are all hanging out there," Monica said.
I nodded. "That's a good idea!"
"Yep." Tyler stood up. "I gotta go now. Thanks again for talking to me."
Monica and I walked outside with Tyler. He said goodbye and practically ran to his car.
"Well," I said, "you sure changed your tune once we got in there. I'm pretty sure you said more than I did."
Monica sighed loudly. "She'll forgive us. It would be a bigger tragedy it we didn’t help the poor guy."
We walked to her car and got inside.
"I was thinking," I said, “and I know this sounds horrible, but I wish I’d noticed him when I was hanging out with Caleb. Before Tyler got all Susie-fied."
"You know, Joan, I would probably judge you under normal circumstances. But that man is fine. I couldn't help think it myself a couple of times - and I've got John now! Did you hear how he talks about her?"
"Yes. Even the way he says her name. He lights up,” I said. "Maybe that's why I didn't really pay much attention to him before. Maybe he had a different vibe before Susie. He was fun to talk to but not the same guy you just met."
"I don't know. That hair...those eyelashes....that body.... You were just too into Caleb."
"Yuck. Makes me sick now. I want a Tyler. I want someone to be that into me," I said. "How do I make that happen?"
"You can't. It just happens. But it would help if you understood that just because you let a guy in your pants it doesn’t mean he wants to marry you." Monica pulled the car onto the street.
"That's not how it works for Susie."
"But you're not her. M.P., remember?"
"Yes." I thought about how Tyler laughed the other night when I said it. We'd been calling her that behind her back for years – the girl with the magic pussy. M.P., for short. I always thought Susie would probably laugh if she knew...or be incredibly offended...
"Just be yourself, Joan. And don't let guys take advantage of you. Susie doesn't call her guys five times a day or follow them everywhere like you do," Monica said.
"I know. But she doesn't want to, either. It's easy for her. It's hard for me. I don't know why I can give that kind of advice, like I did to Tyler this week, but I can't follow it myself.” A lump formed in my throat.
"It's never too soon to start," Monica said. "Next guy that comes along, don't let your self be so impetuous. Don’t give in to your urge to smother him with attention. They hate that.”
I knew she was right. I wondered when my 'next guy' would come along.
Tyler
Saturday Morning
October 9, 2010
I'm way too excited about this.
I wondered if maybe I should've bought her a frozen coffee. No, she's waiting. That's stupid. My mind raced and my heart beat faster each second.
I saw a cop around the corner as I thought about running a stop light. Glad I was paying attention.
As I sat at the light, I reached into my pocket to make sure I had condoms. I stole them out of Caleb's room a few days earlier. I thought about buying them myself but I had a feeling I might jinx myself. Besides, Caleb made it known to all of us that he bought condoms in bulk, and then proudly showed us the box under his bed where they were kept. I took eight and they were all in my pocket. I doubted I would need eight condoms that day but then again, she was full of surprises.
I pondered the conversation I just had with Joan and Monica. I felt like a tool. Why should I have to work so hard to get this girl?
I'd gone over it in my head a million times that week. I was an idiot for talking to them. As soon as I got in my car I wasn't sure what I felt anymore. My nervousness about seeing her had precluded all of my romantic notions. Or maybe I was just thinking with my dick. It felt like a magnet pulling me in a straight line to her house.
Susie called when I was talking to Joan and Monica. It was difficult to keep myself from getting hard right there in front of them. I had to make conversation for a few more seconds until it was safe to stand up. I knew the girls meant well. But I didn't feel much better than I did before I saw them. I wanted to stop being such a woman.
How would Caleb be if he were in my shoes right now? Would he be secretly doing homework on her behind her back, or would he just fuck her as much as he could and not worry about the consequences?
But I'm not Caleb...not by a long shot.
As I gave it a little more thought, I decided not to talk to Joan or Monica about Susie anymore. I felt really weird after our conversation, and I figured I’d probably already gotten as much information as they could give me anyway.
I finally parked my car on the street in front of her house. I looked at myself one last time in the rear view mirror to make sure I didn't have something on my face. I tried to pace myself as I walked to her front door. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans before knocking. The words she said on the phone kept playing in my mind. My dick was getting hard again. She's a dirty, bad girl, I thought as I laughed. Maybe I'll get to punish her….
In about ten seconds the door opened. She stood in front of me wearing exactly what I'd requested - a miniskirt and a plain white button-down top. The shirt was so tight against her tits it looked like the buttons might fly off.
"Hello?" She tilted her head innocently, smiling with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Yeah, I love her. I remembered as soon as I saw her.
"Hey.” I walked in and shut the door tight behind me. I imagined throwing her down on the floor. But instead I bent down to kiss her. She put her hands behind my head and pulled me closer. Her tongue aggressively flicked all around the inside of my mouth. What a tongue on this woman.
I was anxious to find out if she had done, or rather not done, the other thing I’d requested. As we kissed, I reached down to the back of her thighs. She shivered and moaned when I touched her. My hands slowly crept all the way up to her luscious ass to discover she was naked under her skirt.
"Good girl," I said. Her tongue found its way between my lips as I spoke. I smacked her ass sharply with my right hand in appreciation. She moaned louder than I expected.
My hands stayed there for a while, cupping and massaging her ass. I slowly let my fingers wander into the warm, magical area between her legs. Her wetness dripped onto my fingers. She wasn't lying to me on the phone. She told me she was already soaking wet and I needed to get here quickly.
"You're dripping." I said as she licked the inside of my lips.
"Can't help it. You've been away too long," she said.
She took my hand and led me to the downstairs bedroom. Then she stood beside the bed and reached for my jacket. "You look gorgeous in this," she said. "Not that you ever look bad in anything, though."
"Why, thank you.” I thought about the girls telling me earlier I wasn't Susie's usual type. "You’re driving me crazy in that outfit," I said, pulling my pants off.
"Good." As if reading my mind, she climbed on top of the bed and got on her hands and knees. "I hope this is okay. I figure we have all day. I really need you to fuck me right now. I've been thinking about it for days and I think I'll go crazy if you don't."
"Me too." I had already torn the condom open. I got up on the bed behind her.
I took a second to look at her lovely pussy. It was totally hairless, even smoother than the last time I was with her. I entered her slowly.
"Thank you,” she said. Her words sounded like a loud breath barely coming out of her mouth.
I started gently, my hands exploring her ass. I pushed the bottom of her skirt all the way up to her waist to enjoy the view. Her left cheek was a little red from where I'd given her a nice slap earlier. I smacked her again as I penetrated her. She screamed and threw her head back. I grabbed the front of her thighs and held her steady in front of me as I went faster.
I hoped she wouldn't hold it against me if I came too quickly. I was usually able to go much longer but the anticipation of the day’s events had caused me to get too worked up. I held her tight and moved inside her with deep, fast strokes, holding nothing back.
Susie screamed “yes!” each time I slammed into her. She let out a long, steady, high-pitched squeal as I went faster. I screamed loudly as I came, yelling her name. I hated to finish so quickly.
“I’m really glad you live alone,” I told her as I climbed off the bed. “It’d be too hard to be quiet with you.”
She laughed. “You’re right. I hadn’t thought about it.”
“I’ll be back in a minute.” I stopped for a second to watch her step onto the floor. Her skirt gently floated back down into place. She turned around to look at me, smiling.
I smiled back at her before walking off to the downstairs bathroom. I wondered what I’d be doing that Saturday morning if I hadn’t met her. I’d probably be watching football with my roommates. Between commercials, Caleb would brag about how many women he could’ve brought back to the house the night before.
I shook my head. Would Susie and Joan have gone for a three-way with him if he’d played his cards right and not acted like a jerk?
Why am I letting myself think about this? This weekend, she’s mine. I had to find a way to think rationally and not worry about whatever might happen later.
A few minutes later I walked out of the bathroom and found Susie in the kitchen pouring water to brew coffee.
“Hey there,” she said. “You need anything to eat? I’m sorry, I’m so rude. I didn’t even think about it.”
“It wasn’t the first thing on my mind either.” I walked up behind her as she dumped water into the coffee pot. My hand went under her skirt to rub the back of her thigh. She turned slightly to look at me.
“I’m really glad you’re here today,” she said. Then her attention turned back to the coffee pot. I massaged her ass, sliding my fingers between her thighs to part her lips. I heard her catch her breath.
She finished with the coffee pot and turned completely around to look at me. I reached my hand under her skirt again, this time from the front. We kissed as my fingers found her clit. She moaned loudly into my mouth.
I kissed her for a while longer, letting my fingers run wild between her legs. My other hand was behind her head, holding her face close to mine. It was different from how we’d kissed earlier. This time it was slower and more deliberate. I wondered what else she could do with those lips and that wild tongue.
Susie pulled away for a second. “You’re so good at this,” she whispered.
I kept my fingers between her legs and moved my head down to her n
eck. I took a few seconds to inhale her beautiful vanilla scent. At the base of her neck, I started kissing and licking her smooth ivory skin.
“I love that,” she moaned into my ear. She had one hand on my stomach and one on my back, playing with my hair.
I had the urge to take her back to the bed to throw her down and get her off with my mouth. I knew she enjoyed me fucking her earlier, but I didn’t think she’d had an orgasm. I was determined to make sure she got off many times that weekend. But my mind couldn’t stop going back to something else I was dying to try. Something that had only ever been a fantasy for me because I was too afraid to talk about it.
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