Unexpected Attention

by Aleisha Maree

  Him: Like honestly, I can’t be mean to a girl, it’s too hard, hahaha I loved hearing your voice today babe.

  OMG.. FUCK ME….

  Me: I’m not a girl… LOL… I’m like a guy with tits LOL…. no, but seriously, you’re too fucking wicked, it hurts how cool you are… I really love your voice… it’s fucking sexy as sin and does bad things to my body…

  Him: I wasn’t calling you a girl. I was saying in general and oh so do you, your voice gave me a hard on. xoxo

  Me: I know… ooooh did it?…Yesss high five to me! I’m about to jump in the shower so you will be getting another hard on.

  Can’t believe I am doing this… bad never tasted so good before…

  Him: Yay, I can’t wait babe. I love seeing you naked babe.

  Me: That makes me so happy…. I hate my body….

  I hang my head low… am I really doing this?… I am still a girl with teenage body image issues. Shit I’ve had kids and I’m not in the best shape…

  Him: I don’t, it’s beautiful babe.

  I don’t answer him back, what do you say to that? So I just sent him a little video and some cheeky pics.

  He wrote back almost instantly.

  Him: I just want to put my penis inside that. xx

  Me: Now that’s my fat ass body.

  Slipping back into the hot spray of water and letting it cascade down my body, the hot spray hits my skin sending ripples over me as I thought of all the ways this guy could hurt me….

  Him: No I don’t care, honestly it is beautiful like you. xx Do you know what we should do when everyone goes to sleep babe?

  Me: Just going to finish my shower. Did you get that video?

  Him: Yeah I got the video babe, the stuff I could do to you. xoxo

  I wrap a towel around my body, I lean down and grab my phone seeing the little yellow light. I read his message and type back as I walk down the hallway to my bedroom.

  Me: The stuff I want you to do to me! Lord…. my thoughts are so fucking bad….sinful… sexy…

  Him: You just gotta let them out babe, you got to let me know.

  As he types back to me I run my eyes over my body, the towel drops to the floor, how can he like this? I grab a handful of flab and shake it. It’s disgusting and it’s gross. I really haven’t looked after myself at all. I let myself go the moment my husband stopped saying I looked beautiful. I let things slide the moment I found out he had cheated on me and thrown me away. I just ate my way to this body I have now.

  Me: Oooh yesss okay I will let you know.

  False bravo sinking in… I can be someone I'm not with him... I can be a sexy goddess and confident, it’s easy over a text…

  Him: Can we talk to each other when everyone goes to bed? xx

  I’m dressed in my mum bod PJs, which consist of a pair of cotton PJ pants, tee-shirt and an oversized jumper… rereading his last message…

  Tapping my fingers over the keyboard of my phone.

  Me: Definitely can, I’m looking forward to it! Sorry for late reply was getting dressed and shit.

  Him: I’m looking forward to it as well babe. xx

  Me: Mega, I will giggle my ass off guaranteed.

  A smile creeps over my face as I settle on the chair and scroll through the channels on the TV. Not that I am interested, my mind elsewhere, it's on the boy on the other side of Snapchat who is like forty-five minutes from me and has my minge twinging.

  Waiting for the husband to go to bed so I can speak with the boy is like watching paint dry.

  We share a few snaps in between and he sends me such sweet things. Like-You’re so cute babe, you’re sexy, you’re beautiful. Can this be real? I write back that he's not long gone to bed so is it okay to wait for a minute or two?

  Him: Yeah babe all good, it’s fine.

  Me: You’re so chill all the time.

  Him: I'm just a normal guy babe.

  Me: You're so not normal like at all… There is a special place for guys like you… And if you’re normal then I've been lost my whole life…

  Him: Well yeah true, hahaha.

  Me: Definitely true! LOL

  Him: I think you’re so cute babe, like fuck you’re so sexy.

  Me: You do…. Well, that makes me all warm and shit coz I like legit ain’t LOL…. I actually don’t find any part of myself attractive.

  Him: Of course you don’t babe because it’s your body but I think you are beautiful babe.

  Me: I love that you say things like that. I love that you think that… but in real life it’s a hot mess.

  Him: I will still think you’re a beautiful soul babe…

  Me: Nawwwww you melt my heart…… you’re too perfect.

  Him: Thanks babe so are you.

  Me: I've never smiled so much in years as I have over the last few weeks.

  Him: That makes me feel so special that I can make you smile babe. xxxx

  Me: You kinda are super special! Like no shit! I’ve had the cheesiest grin on my face all evening.

  Him: Awww that’s so funny.

  Me: You can call now.

  We talk for 2 hours.

  Getting off the phone at 12:30am I write to him as I get into bed, with his voice swimming in my ears, echoing inside my brain and a wetness pooling in my panties. His voice sends me over the edge and I find myself imagining his cock inside me, his gravely tone floating over my naked body as he slams into me. Fuck me… so turned on.

  Me: You’re like the dream guy that all young girls want! I'm going to sleep now.. Sweet dreams and kisses to your face from mine. xxxxxx

  Ahhhhhh he's prefect so fucking perfect….

  We carry on with banter and snaps pics and phone calls, it’s insane how beautiful and forbidden this is…

  Snaps soon turn to sexy exchanges wants and desires.

  Him: I would honestly love you to just fuck me and suck me.

  Me: I will you know, it’s only a matter of time before my tongue is on your cock! Biting it, owing it!

  Him: Yeah I want you to own it, I want you to sit on it and ride it, and I want to fuck that tight pussy of yours.

  Me: Oooooh yeahhhh… I just got the chills thinking about how good that would feel, your hands on my hips while I grind my clit over you, fucking your cock till your eyes roll back in your head and an orgasm ripples through you like a fucking hurricane.

  Him: Yeah and me fucking you hard while you are on top and make you come all over my dick and begging for more.

  Me: I think that once I come it will be so damn hard I’ll pass out and be like a jelly mess LOL…. I just want to grind my pussy on you till you’re writhing in ecstasy.

  Him: Honestly, I can't wait to fuck your tight pussy and lick it till you come in my mouth. xx

  Me: Well I’d love a good licking, like no shit, I bet I could go for hours. But with a man of pure skill, with some stamina like you, could just well have me crumbling in a matter of moments, I'm sure of it… The anticipation of you and your tongue and fingers curling inside my pussy while you lick my clit and your teeth nip at my folds… while my fingers curl around your cock pumping it till your balls tighten and you come all over my hand has me so freaking horny that I’m creaming my pants.

  Him: Yeah honestly, I would love to lick you dry babe.

  Somehow I feel like my dirty talk scares him… LOL He woke up a beast inside of me. One I didn’t know was there. She is bad and hungry.

  Me: You’re bad for my mind but magic for my soul.

  Him: I want you to be bad baby xx I want to finger you till you’re screaming my name. Are you free to talk?

  Me: Yep babe.

  Him: Do you want me to ring on here or text?

  Me: Ring on here, I wanna hear your voice.

  Him: I want to hear yours as well, I'm so horny honestly.

  Me: Same.

  Him: I like that I make you feel horny. xx

  Me: Same, its pure ecstasy baby!

  Him: And I definitely like how you call me baby as well; it s
ounds so hot.

  Me: Naww baby…. You do?… It's just as hot as you calling me babe, I love that… too much… love it way too much…

  Him: I will call you babe forever….

  Me: Forever is a long-time baby, like way long… you'll get sick of me or find a girlfriend and she will be your forever..

  Him: Well you will be my babe till that time comes but it won't be anytime soon so you’re all mine…

  OMG listen to him… listen to it, he's so fucking adorable…

  Me: Nawww, you never know babe you may just find one on the weekend—and then I will have to give you up.

  Him: Nah, me and girls don’t get along. I end up getting sick of them, this is why I like my women older.

  Me: Then you will find a new older woman

  Him: Nah I don’t think so, I’d rather have you.

  Me: Naww, well sweet boy you fucking got me.

  Him: Well that’s good that I have you babe.

  Me: Definitely baby….

  Him: You’re so fucking cute baby.

  Me: Yeahhhh baby….LOL…. another day wrapped up in you…..

  Him: I just want to hold you and kiss you and have my cock against your ass. ??

  Me: Well that sounds a little delish baby. I’m totes down on that action.

  Him: Fuck you’re hot, aye.

  Me: Huh? Me? No… I think you're crazy for thinking I’m hot and shit.

  Him: You are x.

  Sent him a pic on snap, we go back and forth throughout the chat with pictures also.

  Me: Hey Mr Feels LOL…

  Him: Hahahaha, don’t call me Mr feels! LOL

  Me: Haha why not? I like it!

  Him: Okay, sweet as, hahaha LOL.

  Me: You caught them and it’s cute and I love it and I win…… high five to me!!!

  Him: Hahahaha... Yeah, yeah baby.

  Me: Yeah, yeahhhh I win nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah….

  Him: Don’t rub it in.

  Me: Oooooh babe I'll do more than that.

  Feeling all sexy and shit after winning the little games that we play and the late-night bets we make as we talk for hours in the dark. He and I in our own world…

  Him: Hahahahahaha like what?

  Shit, yes time to play…

  Me: I’ll rub it, sit on you and hold ya hands over your head. Lean in real close and be like, ‘Hey my Mr Feels,’ and bite your lip, kiss your nose and just plain be annoying and say hahaha I win…. I'm the best I knew you would catch feels for me first… and then I’d show you why catching feels was the right thing to do, by fucking your brains out and have you screaming my fucking name while you drive so deep into me that you forget who the fuck you are.

  Him: Fucken hell that’s some hot shit babe.

  Me: Hehehe, love it… I can't wait to straddle you.

  Him: I just want to hold you in my arms and breathe you in and just love you babe.

  Swooning right there-he just wants to hold me! How fucking romantic… maybe all guys don’t need hard core sex all the time? Maybe there is a guy who just wants to cuddle and be, like, loved?…

  Me: Oh fuck yesss… me too. Actually I've never had a guy just want to hold me, that’s so fucking romantic baby.

  Him: Yeah it is a bit, aye. LOL

  Me: Yesss…. way romantic bro… it’s like easy to catch feels when you say shit like that to me….

  Him: Hahaha yeah I know babe. LOL

  Me: Would you mind…. if I legit caught feels…. and said like hey well it’s a tad more than like?…

  Him: Yeah I don’t mind babe.

  Me: You sure?

  Him: Yeah babe, honestly I don’t care.

  Me: Okay .

  Him: I'm at training babe.

  Me: Okay have fun, talk when you’re done.

  Training for what I wonder— mmmmm I must remember to ask.

  Oh fuck me well I sure was in for a shock…

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  There is so much desire, so much need, passion and greed.

  So many pent-up emotions that I can feel each and every time our bodies connect, its fucking fire and magic baby.

  It’s been five weeks of phone calls and texts, snapchats and flirting. Falling in love and wishing to do more than sex text.

  My mind travels to him each time I am alone with my thoughts like now driving my son to his first rugby training of the new season. I wish we could run away together and just start a new life. Take the kids and start somewhere new. Thinking over it, it would be the perfect scenario to our complicated love story. Wouldn’t taking his hand and just running with nothing but love in our back pockets be ideal?

  Pulling into the rugby club’s carpark my son is beyond excited for this season’s rugby. Me—well me, I wish I was home reading or writing talking to Brax not here doing this. It's so a dad thing.

  “Mum I hope Jamie is here.” My son chirps out as we exit the car grabbing his gear bag.

  “I’m sure he will be,” I say to his eager soul.

  “You know he has to be right? Coz his uncle is coaching.”

  “His uncle is? Is he that good then?”

  “Yeah mum, his uncle is our coach this year and he's like super cool. Last week when I went with Mr. Smith, he was training us.”

  Heart stopping, training, busy rugby, fuck me… all things are starting to line up… mmmm. Could it be? Fuck just imagine it, my sheer dumb luck, right.? I knew he looked familiar and now I'm thinking I need some strong ass painkillers for the pounding that is hitting my chest walls and threatening to break my ribs.

  “Oh yep.” Is all I could say to him I knew I was fucked in that moment and I hoped to fucking God I was wrong.

  The moment I rounded the corner Brax’s eyes are on me, with shaking legs I walked down onto the field. My eyes locked with his and he walked up to me pulling me into a hug. His lips found the spot just under my ear lobe, his gravely voice hitting me right in my ovaries.

  “Hey baby.”

  Oh, fuck, shit tits and flaming dicks, like for real?

  “Oh hello,” is all I could breathe out! My knees going weak and my palms sweating. His hand slides down over my ass and he gives it a squeeze before letting me go and grabbing my son and walking off towards the boys on the field.

  I sat down right there and tried to remember how to fucking breathe, walk, talk and well just human.

  I watch the whole practice from the grass, the fresh clipped field assaults my senses. A welcome relief from the inner turmoil that is making me fucking question reality. I watch this man who I have feelings for, train my son and his best mate, whose father is my husband's best friend’s brother... yep you fucking read that right people. Brax, is my husband's best mate’s brother and I mean best mate since five-years-old. He’s like a little brother who has been to our house for functions and everything. I'm fucked! I have bad intentions with this man who is no more than a boy, a secret relationship with him and I knew he looked familiar.

  I just didn't pay much attention. He was unexpected and I loved it, now look he's training my son and is practically family.

  The one-hour training flies by and the boys run past me. I stand wiping the grass from the back of my work out tights and pulling at my top, self-conscious of the way I look. I feel his eyes on me as he walks up, my heart beats so fucking fast and my stomach flips as my pussy screams for him to fuck me. ‘Don't fight back,’ my mind yells at me. ‘Fuck up!’ I mutter to it. We aren't doing this.

  “Your boy’s good, he’s fast,” He says walking up to me.

  “We doing this?” Raising my eyebrows at him.

  “Doing what?” He questions me mimicking my eyebrow movement.

  “You know what the fuck I mean.” Huffing out hands on my hips.

  I'm mad; real mad and I feel stupid. The first time I meet him and it's here with my kid. I'm in gym clothes, hair tied in a messy bun and it’s like he sees the inner dialogue fight I'm having with myself.

  “You look beautiful babe. Like shi
t, for real see.”

  He steps into me, right into me, his hard bulge hitting my core and sending wild fire over my body. You can't miss it, he is in baggy cotton basketball shorts and a tee that has his tattooed arms ripped and on show, I wanna run my tongue over the taut ridges and drink him in. I wanna taste him on my lips and do all the things we have talked about. I know just how hot that cock is sitting there, just hanging between his impressive thighs that are also covered in tattoos. I have saved photos on my phone of said body parts, my cheeks heat at the mere memory of it.

  “You can’t do that.” Looking into his whiskey colored eyes.

  “Do what?” His look is all heat and desire.

  “This, us, now, touching me.”

  “Why babe?”

  Fuck me….

  “You know why, people and shit, kids watching. I am about to pass the fuck out. I can’t breathe with you this close.” I dazedly reply my head swimming.

  A smile creeps over his lips and he winks at me running his tongue over his bottom lip. His thumb runs along the outside of my thigh.

  Oh, fuck me sideways...

  “Pass out then baby cause I ain’t moving.”

  My world spins and I have to step away from him I can’t deal.

  His hand reaches out and pulls me back into him.

  “I told you when we first meet, I will do it all to you baby, kiss you, hold you and fuck you hard.”

  Blinking up at him through my lashes, the wind kicks up and sends his scent whipping around me, taking my soul on a journey through what ifs and fucking maybes.

  “This isn’t happening, no kissing, no holding me and definitely no fucking. Nope, no way, it's not happening. Coz, shit, well I'm leaving, and I will talk to you later.”

  Walking from him and his intoxicating stare I head for the small playground where I know my son will be with Brax’s nephew. Shit, shit, shit how is this happening? I thought it was odd at the start that I would have a random add from a hot as sin guy who swore black and blue, he didn’t know me. Fuck. I will need to talk to him about this but right now I need to get the fuck away from him and think; I need to think; he needs to leave my mind. Before I reach the playground, I feel his strong hands around my waist and he pulls me-well picks me up and takes me through the double doors at the back of the club rooms.