by Tyla Walker
She gives me signs, but I feel her pull away every time I try to actively respond. She's the queen of mixed signals, but I'm determined to solve the puzzle she places in front of me.
Her hesitation only makes me want her more. I know she's attracted to me, I can read it in her eyes, and from her body even she doesn't say it. I also know there's something or maybe someone that holds her back. I want to break the wall that she built so high. Jenna's a challenge I'm willing to finish.
I arch my head back, and I let my thoughts wander to how she looked like earlier on. She wore this tight, thin fabric shirt that hugged her body and paired it with regular jean shorts. She didn't put so much effort into looking so beautiful.
I felt her insecurity, but I wanted to reassure her she looked like a goddess in human clothes. Even with a simple outfit, she still outshined everyone in that restaurant. My eyes were only on her, even if someone else tried to take my attention.
She'd look better without the clothes, though. I smirk at the thought.
From the moment I saw Jenna, I'd been having flashes of sexual thoughts that I had to push away before I get a hard-on. I want to know what she looks like beneath the thin fabric. I imagine the warmth of her touch against mine.
I want to unravel her with my own hands and ravage her with my mouth until we're both exhausted from our ferocious passion. Just the idea of having sex with her sends shivers down my spine; I wonder what it will be like in person if it actually happens.
I feel my throat dry with my imagination, so I jug the last of my beer and place it on the coaster on the tableside.
Even with these thoughts, I know I like her beyond surface level attraction. It's more than just physical attraction and the sexual desire I have for her. I realize she's more than just a conquest, and I never wanted to treat her like a trophy I had to collect.
I actually enjoy spending time with her from the audition up until today. She's different than most girls I'd try to get on with. With me, she's just herself. I don't want to ruin things between us before it even started.
If she's still hesitant, then I'll take things slow with her. I don't want to seem too pushy and overeager. I can wait for her if she still needs to think things through. She's a tough nut to crack, but I don't give up fast.
After arriving at such a decision, my surroundings start to focus back. I catch a glimpse of the tv in front of me. It's the weather forecast. The reporter's explaining that the winter season has arrived, and the citizens should expect hints of snow starting tomorrow.
Hmm, the cold season is already here. Perfect time to spark some heat.
Ten
Jenna
The commute going to the office is harder and longer than usual. The road is barely visible because of all the snow. Today, the skies are actually clear despite the snow. It is pretty calm, and I hope it stays that way.
Since it’s already lunchtime, I make my way to the cafeteria or the "Common Area" where all employees, regardless of position, buy their food.
I grab the food tray and select a simple carbonara pasta alongside a mug of hot coffee. It's the only thing available on the menu, and I need something warm to combat the cold anyway.
Bringing my tray, I find an empty table next to the glass window and sit. I stare at the outside and observe the tiny snowflakes that get stuck on the glass and slowly melt away.
I've never experienced this much snow. I'm in awe of the little droplets falling and melting away. As a child, I used to always dream of lying on the ground and making snow angels.
I could ignore the cold, but unfortunately, the only thing that came close to seeing this much snow was the fake Styrofoam in the amusement park back home.
Some of us didn't get to enjoy childhood. Some of us had to grow up fast.
"You seem to be deep in thought?" I am pulled back from trance after being startled by a voice. As I look up, I realize it belongs to Devon.
"Oh, uh, hi?"
"Mind if I join you?" he asks. Before I can reply, he takes the seat in front of me and sits down.
"Why were you spacing out a while ago? If you don't mind my asking," he looks at me with confusion.
"Oh, I was just observing the snow," I reply nonchalantly.
"Hmm, didn't think they'd be worth observing," he grabs an apple off his tray and takes a bite.
"So..." he says while chewing, "What are your findings so far?"
Devon's humoring me, and I appreciate that he didn't call me out on my bluff.
"The sky is clear, but there's a drizzle of snow. I'm worried it might go bad later," I answer Devon.
"I know. Have you seen the news? There's a storm coming up," he replies matter-of-factly.
"That's why everyone in the office is advised to go home early. We don't want anyone stuck in the office after shift," Devon adds.
"Right," I start to eat my untouched food. We are silent for a while until Devon speaks again.
"Why are you eating alone?" he asks.
"I guess I just really like my alone time. It doesn't require me to socialize beyond my maximum capacity," I shrug my shoulders.
I don't want him noticing that I don't really get along well with anyone.
He chuckles, "Socialize beyond maximum capacity… who says that kind of stuff?"
I get flustered with his reply. Great, I embarrassed myself with being a nerd.
"Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not laughing at you. I just think it's cute."
The room might be cold, but I cam feel myself heating up with his lines. I try not to show him I'm affected.
"So, what brings you to the common area?" I change the topic, and he seemed to oblige.
"My assistant called in sick today, so I decided to head here so I don't die of hunger instead."
We talk for hours, until his phone rings.
"Oh, alright. I'll be there."
He sighs before he looks at me, "Duty calls. I have a meeting with an agent."
"Oh, you don't get to go home early?" I ask in concern.
He scoffs, "Unfortunately, there's no such thing as a storm when the fashion world doesn't sleep."
He finishes his apple but leaves the rest of his food untouched.
"You headed home?"
"Yeah, I'm done with work anyway," I answer.
"Great, let me take you home. I still have an hour to spare," Devon says to me.
I hesitate, but his offer's enticing. I'd instead not commute in this weather and get held back by traffic.
He leads the way to the parking lot, and we find his car parked beside the elevator. We enter his vehicle and exit the building.
"It's starting to snow harder now," I comment.
"I guess we better get going then," Devon revs up his engine and hurries home. When he tries to enter the road going to my direction, it's blocked.
"Shit," Devon curses. There's too much snow, and there's no way he can go through that pile of ice.
"Let's try going the other way instead," I suggest.
He takes a detour to an unfamiliar route, and before we even realize it, we're trapped. The roads are so slippery, and he's speeding, so the car slides and starts spinning.
We barely make it out as Devon tightens his grip on the power steering to lessen the impact, and we softly hit the pile of snow.
He takes the key out of the engine and checks up on me.
"Are you alright, Jenna?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, you?" I take my seatbelt out and release a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Yep. Barely a scratch," Devon answers me as he checks me out. We both exit the car door and take our belongings.
"I don't think it's safe to drive like this. Let's park the car here and let it cool down for a bit," he gestures to me.
"I see a nearby restaurant. I think the near-death experience made me hungry," Devon adds.
When we enter the restaurant, the waiter leads us to a booth to take our orders. Then, the food arrives. We quietly finish the meal and let t
he warmth of our food comfort our cold bodies.
When we look outside, you can barely see the paved roads. Even the sidewalks are hard to see, and the skies look like fog.
"Hey, at least, we are not stuck in the middle of nowhere, right?" he jokes, and I give a soft smile.
"Yeah, your car might have broken down, and we would have been stuck in the middle of the freezing winter."
We talk for a bit. Waiting for the storm to pass through while we talk.
He checks his phone and sighs, "We really need to go to XYZ. I really can't escape work even when I nearly died, huh?"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic," I tease him. "Come on, the restaurants almost closing anyway. Might as well go."
Eleven
Devon
We make it to XYZ, and Jenna jokes about breaking in. It's already closed, so we go through the back door, and thank goodness, this woman has keys.
I plug my laptop into an outlet and fire up my e-mail program.
"Do you always work even during your free time?"
"Not really, but when e-mails fill my inbox, I go crazy. I hate that, " I reply to Jenna.
"Same —" she coughs. "Sorry, I think my throat's dry. I want to buy a drink, but..."
Jenna gestures to the outside, "Plus, you're unfortunately stuck with me."
"It's not bad at all," then something comes to mind. "Oh, right. I bought something earlier."
I put my laptop away and reach for my backpack as I wink at her.
"Wait here. Don't peek at my e-mails."
Jenna snorts, "Sure, whatever. But don't ransack the store, okay?"
I laugh; I deserved that, "Okay, here it is. Ta-da!"
She stares at the bottle of wine and draws nearer.
"How did I not notice you bring that out?" Jenna raises her brows at me.
"Maybe because you're way too focused on me. Can't blame you, though. I'm a fine specimen," I tell Jenna as I give her my signature smirk.
Her eyes narrow before looking away. She can't look me in the eyes, and I smirk.
"Apparently, you're cocky, too," Jenna replies.
I shift closer to her as she settles down beside me, "Oh, darling, you have no idea. Want a peek?"
Jenna's eyes widen, and she slaps my arm, "J-just get some…wineglasses. They're over there."
"Thought you didn't want me to ransack this store?" I ask her.
"Well, if you're paying, I'll ask the cashier to ring it in tomorrow," Jenna wittily replies.
"Nah. I can but don't want you to get into trouble," I pop the wine open, wink at her. "Bottoms up!"
"Unbelievable," she huffs.
I then hold it out to her, and she wipes the mouth of the bottle with some tissues. She tells me that she's hoping not to get a virus.
"Sweetheart, I always use a condom and have regular check-ups. I'm clean," I whisper in her ears.
She throws the used tissue at me, shaking her head. It was quiet for a few seconds. The warmth brought by the wine is welcome, and we take turns sipping.
The question slips out before I can stop it.
"Tell me more about yourself. How was Georgia?"
She stares down at the gray store carpet. I noticed that Jenna doesn't like talking about her personal life, and it makes me sad that she doesn't want to share it with me. Sighing, she looks at me and tells me not to laugh.
Why does she think I'll laugh?
I lean forward and put my hands on her face, "I'm all ears, love. Tell me."
And I can't help it; my thumb runs across her lower lip while speaking, and I feel her shiver. She tells me about living below average and struggling to make ends meet for her family and son.
She bares it all, concluding with, "As I said, don't laugh. Or even pity me."
What is she talking about?
"I admire you, Jenna. What you've been through, I could never imagine." I lean forward, eyes focused on her luscious lips. "You're strong; I like that."
I kiss her, and she immediately responds. Her lips are soft; so is her tongue. She moans when I start thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like wine and mint.
There's another part of my anatomy that I want to thrust into her; I grasp her hand and put it on my crotch.
"Rub me," I whisper against her lips and gasp when she does.
"I have nieces and nephews. I love kids; they drive our family crazy, but we're happy. Oh, Jenna," my lips find their way to Jenna's jaw, I lavish her with kisses there. She moans, grips at my hair, and —
"Maybe I can even meet your son," I murmur. Not the best thing to say while making out, apparently.
Jenna pushes away and stands up, "Let's...check some things out? I heard they've got new displays by the home section."
Shaking my head, I turn my laptop off and follow her. My cock is hard, and my pants are tight too.
"Jenna, why can't we explore this? I want you, and I know you want me, too," I groan.
She stops between a couch and a bed. Above us, the 'Home Section' sign hangs from the ceiling.
"I don't know if —"
"I want to fuck you right now," I say to Jenna without any preamble.
The lights turn off, followed by a low hum. The room comes back to life, but the lights are dimmer now.
Jenna moves closer to me, attacks me with a kiss that has me rubbing up against her, and pulls back.
"Then give it to me, Devon. Fuck me," Jenna whispers in my ears.
We fall into the bed, limbs entangling on the pristine sheets. Our clothes are quickly removed, and I marvel at the beautiful goddess underneath me. Her rich brown skin looks mesmerizing under this light.
I push my face against her big breasts; my hands cup them, flicking the hardened nipples. I kiss every inch of skin I can get. My fingers switch with my tongue, and I take turns, giving equal love to her tits.
With my lips, teeth, and tongue.
Her hands are exploring, too, driving me crazy with every caress of her fingertips and nails. They wonder lower and lower…
"Fuck! Jenna..."
She alternates between gentle stroking and squeezing. I start moving, and she pulls her hand away with a giggle.
"Minx!" I insert a finger into her dripping pussy, and then another. It's her turn to lose control; I watch as her face contorts in pleasure, her mouth hung open. Beautiful.
An image of her taking my cock into that gorgeous mouth makes me groan. Instead, I parted her legs and thrust my cock into that gorgeous pussy.
We push against each other. Jenna's walls rub against my dick and squeeze it with every push. I am near, but I want her to cum first. I flick her clit furiously, and she cries out a few minutes later, cumming. I keep fucking until…
I pull out and cum on her stomach and all across the sheets.
"Wow," she whispers.
"Yeah. Wow."
"Now, you really have to pay for the bed," Jenna tells me, and we kiss softly.
I'll gladly buy the building if that what it takes to have her in my arms.
Twelve
Jenna
I think I blackout because of too much pleasure.
The tickling feeling of a fingertip crawling, caressing all over my body wakes me up. I thought it was all just a dream, but here I am now, waking up next to a man, Devon Koflar.
He smiles, staring at me, caressing my face with the back of his hand.
After how many times of resisting his charm, we ended up here and had sex. No matter how I want to resist him, I failed. He's very tempting to avoid.
When he says, having a child doesn't matter to him, and he also loves kids, it makes me adore him more.
Before, I promise to myself that I will find a guy who will accept my child and me wholeheartedly, and if I don't, I better not be in a relationship at all.
It's my son and me, buy one take two. Get a woman, get a free son.
Everything I do is for Elijah, my world mostly revolves around him, and my mom.
Devon kisses me once more
, and I kiss him back. Then, I remember his surprise when I took the initiative earlier. I smile.
"Why are you smiling? What does that mean?" Devon captures my chin.
"Nothing, I just remember something," I give him a teasing smile.
"Does that include me?" Devon asks, brows furrowed. He looks like he's ready to eat me whole.
"Uhm…a little," I coyly answer. Devon kisses me again. We separated, feeling breathless.
"Jenna? Have you ever done modeling?" Devon asks me, resting his head on his elevated right arm.
I laugh, hearing it. Is Devon insane? What crazy company would pick someone like me?
I turn my back as I plan to pick up my clothes, but he pulls me back.
"You know, you should be. You have the perfect body, curves in all the right places, and these tits are perfect," Devon captures my breasts. I moan.
I try to push his hand away.
"What? They're lovely. I like them," Devon squeezes and pinches it more.
"Seriously, Jenna, use your qualities, don't waste it. For sure, the modeling industry will open many doors for you. Believe me and believe in yourself," Devon's hands stop squeezing my tits, and he wraps it around my waist.
I laugh, he's so clingy.
Modeling isn't for me, and I know it. I'm sure Devon knows it. Modeling is just for beautiful thin ladies. I'm too big for it; I'm flattered with his compliments, though.
"Thank you for the compliments," I kiss him on the lips and get down.
After dressing up, we fix the bed. We remove the pillows and blanket on the mattress and arrange it.
"Let's go to my office and sleep in there," I offer to Devon, and he follows me.
"Come in," I turn on the lights and ask Devon to come inside. He roams his eyes inside my office.
"We can sleep here on the couches; we'll just put it all together in the middle, or we can also sleep on each couch," I suggest.
I want to sleep beside him. But it's also okay to sleep individually.
"Wouldn't you like to sleep beside me? It's cold, it can help if we sleep closer to each other," Devon smiles, looking at me.
