Unforgettable You (10 page)

“Oh, for as long as I can remember. Since at least middle school, maybe before.” I wait for a second, then ask, “Would you like to come next time I fly one of them?”

“I’d
love
that! Sounds like fun!”

“It is. I keep saying one of these days I’m going to learn to fly, but I just don’t have time.” I turn onto her street and I’m instantly sorry that in just a few minutes, this woman will be out of arm’s reach for me. There’s going to be a void at the house when I go back there, so I might as well prepare for it.

Once I’m parked, I turn to her. “Want me to walk you up?”

“Nah. I can do the walk of shame by myself.” She laughs right out loud and I’m blown away by that smile, so natural and dazzling. Then she leans in and kisses me. “Thanks, Steffen. It was wonderful. See you soon?”

“Oh, baby, you can bet on that. I enjoyed it too.” I kiss her back. “Call you later?”

“Please!” She gets out and closes the door, then leans on the window opening. “I really do want to spend time with you if you want it too.”

“I do. I’ll give you a call later.” Then I start to laugh. “Now get on in there and masturbate while you think of me. I know that’s what you’re going to do!”

“Wow. You’ve obviously got cameras in my house. I’ll have to find those suckers and take them out of commission. Great. I’m not safe from prying eyes anywhere.” She’s still laughing and shaking her head when she gets to her front door, and she turns and waves at me before she goes inside and closes it behind her.

I knew it. It’s like there’s a huge hole on the other side of the car. I forgot my punch card for the car wash, so I head back home and I haven’t more than walked in the door when my phone rings. And I know that ringtone: The theme from
The Golden Girls
. “Yeah?”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

Clint sounds a little exasperated with me. “Well, how was it?”

“How was what?”

He growls out, “Cothran, damn it, you irritate the hell out of me sometimes. I know about the date. Sheila told Trish. How was it?”

I plop down on the sofa. “It was awesome, fantastic, amazing, incredible. She fucks like a pro.”

“Wow. Information I didn’t need.”

“Well, you asked. And before you start chastising me for something I didn’t do, I was very careful with her. We did a little restraint work, but that’s all. And you know, I’m not sure I want to pursue BDSM with her.”

Silence. Then, “Hello? I don’t know who you are, but would you please put Steffen back on the phone?”

“Wise ass. You heard me.”

“What the hell, Cothran?”

“I don’t know, Winstead,” I mock back. Then I get real with him. “Clint, there’s just something about this girl. I want to be with her more than I’ve wanted anyone in a long, long time. She’s just it, man. She’s it.”

“Hmmmm. Okay. Did you tell her that?”

“In so many words.”

“Again, did you tell her that?”

“Yes, more or less.”

“I still don’t think you heard my question.”

“Yes. Yes, I told her I wanted to be with her. She asked me if I was working with any other subs, and I told her that not only was I not, but I wasn’t interested in pursuing that with anyone else. She just, I don’t know, feels like she belongs in my arms, you know?”

There’s a pause, and then Clint says in a tone low and warm, “I know exactly what you mean.”

“Yeah. She’s my Trish. I know that for sure.”

I hear him snicker. “Are you her Clint?”

I’m trying not to laugh. “No. I’m even better.”

“Oh? Zat so?” Now he’s chuckling.

“Oh, yeah. So much better. You just can’t imagine.”

“That’s not what my wife says.”

“Well, your wife just didn’t hang around long enough, that’s all!” Now I’m almost screaming with laughter, and he is too.

“Listen, Steffen, if this is what you want, then I want it for you too. I want to see you happy. It’s about damn time.”

“Thanks. That means a lot to me.” And it does. I don’t have family around here except for my mother, and it’s nice to have people who care about me, even if most of the time when I see them one of us is fucking somebody. There’s camaraderie in that, I do believe.

“Seeing her again?”

“God, I hope so, but we didn’t make any real plans, just made sure that the other knew we felt that way.”

“Good. If I can help you in any way, just let me know. Good luck, my friend.”

“Thanks, Clint. Give you a call in a couple of days?”

“You bet, buddy. Talk to you soon.”

I pick up my car wash punch card and head back out the door. Maybe I’ll stop at Mongolian Manor and pick up some stir-fry on the way home. That sounds good. I’ve worked up quite an appetite over the last twenty-four hours.

“H
ey!”

“Hi! What are you up to?”

I grin. “Calling you because I miss your voice.”

“Awwww, that’s sweet. I miss your smile.”

Now I’m grinning so wide that my cheeks hurt. “I’m smiling right now because I’m talking to you. So, I was wondering, want to go to dinner tomorrow night? Something casual, pizza or something, since it’s a work night, then back over here to watch a movie?”

“Oh, I can’t.” Uh-oh. Am I getting the brush-off so soon? If so, it’s a record set. “We’ve got a visiting researcher coming in and I promised my supervisor that I’d help her get settled in her apartment. I’m going over to help her unpack boxes. I’ll have to do that the next night too. But the night after that I’m finally free. If she’s not done by then, she’ll just have to get someone else to come and help her. I have a life too.”

“Okay, so Wednesday night, pizza and then a movie over here?” My fingers are crossed.

“Yes! But let’s not go out. Let’s order the pizza in so we can stay there all evening.” She waits. Then I finally get it.

“Oh! Yeah, okay, that’s great. And you’ll bring stuff so you can go to work from here the next morning, right?”

I hear her let out a tiny giggle. “If you want me to.”

“Trust me, I want you to. I always want you to.”

“Always is a pretty decisive word,” she snickers.

“I’ve always been a pretty decisive guy,” I counter. She stops snickering.

When I call her the next evening, the first thing she says is, “Hang on. Let me get my Bluetooth.” I hear a lot of noise, and then she says, “Can you hear me?”

“Yeah. That’s better.”

“Yeah. I need my hands free.” I hear paper rattling and then she says, “No, this is a box full of stuff that I think belongs in the bedroom.” There’s some more chatter in the background, and when it ends, she says in a voice so low that I can barely hear her, “Oh my god, this is a mess. I’m glad I only agreed to help for two nights. I couldn’t do any more than that.”

“Good. Because I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

I’m trying hard not to laugh when I say, “And I want to fuck you.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” she says, and I know the other person is somewhere near.

“Yeah, and I want to eat your pussy until you scream.” I’m really working to not laugh.

“Well, same here.”

“I don’t have a pussy.” Now I
am
laughing – I can’t help it.

“I know that, dear.” She sounds a little put out, and I just laugh harder.

“Oh, now I’m ‘dear?’ Aren’t we grumpy? Guess you get that way when you haven’t had enough cock in the last twenty-four hours.”

A little growl comes through the phone. “You are going to get me in so much trouble.”

I’m laughing so loud that I can’t believe the other person there can’t hear me through the phone. “You know, I’ve been intending to talk to you about something. I think it’s about time I took that pretty little ass of yours. I think I’d like to bury this big tool of mine in that beautiful little back door of yours, sweet cheeks. Whaddya say? A professional ass fucking will do you a world of good!”

“Steffen, you’re incorrigible.”

“Yeah, but I’m cute!” I’m also gasping for breath.

Her voice softens. “Yeah, you are. You’re really, really cute.” She pauses, and then she whispers fast and loudly, “And one helluva fuck. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” And the phone goes dead.

I drop it on the sofa and double over, rolling around on the cushions. She’s gonna kill me, I’m pretty sure, but that was a lot of fun. At ten thirty, my phone rings. “Yes, dear?”

“You think you’re pretty funny, don’t you?” She’s trying to pretend she’s mad, but I can hear her chuckling.

“A real riot. Oh, and I meant part of what I said.”

“Which part?”

“Let’s see . . . the parts about eating your pussy,
and
the part about ass fucking you.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“Yeah, it absolutely is. Good thing you’re not here.” I’m still chuckling.

“Oh? And why is that?” Something sounds wrong. I can’t figure out what it is, but it just doesn’t sound right.

“Because if you were here, I’d do everything I said I was going to, and I’d do it to you right now.” About that time, the doorbell rings. “Hang on. Door.”

I look through the peep hole and then start to laugh. When I open the door, there she stands, phone in hand, and I realize the seemingly odd quality to the call was because I could also hear her outside the door and didn’t realize it. “Can I come in?”

“I don’t know. Do I want you to?” She’s got on a short trench coat, and she opens the front.

She’s fucking naked underneath.

Well, that cut my decision-making time drastically. “Yes. I absolutely want you to. Get in here.” I yank her by the arm into the house, slam the door shut, and pin her against it, crushing her mouth with mine. She’s mumbling into my lips and waving her arms around. “What?”

“Let me take off the coat!”

I shake my head. “No. I like it. Makes you look all mysterious, like a spy or something.”

“I’m afraid we’re about to ruin the lining.”

“Yes, I think we probably are. I’ll buy you a new one.” I smash her against the door again, then lift her and wedge her between my body and the door so she can ratchet her legs around my waist like a vice. One arm under her ass, I manage to reach into my pocket and hand her a foil-wrapped condom with the other. “Here. Unwrap this while I release the animal.” I undo my belt and fly, then push my boxer briefs down until my cock springs free. Once I get the condom rolled on, I bury myself in her with one swift stroke. She cries out as I take her rough and fast, and there’s nothing in the world that I want to do more than fuck this girl, right here, right now. With my face pressed into her neck, I moan out, “God, Sheila, you’re killing me. Your body’s like a drug.”

She takes my face in her hands, kisses me lightly, and snarls out, “Just fuck me.”

And I do. I fuck her so hard I’m pretty sure her teeth are rattling. She bounces up and down from the force and occasionally mutters, “Oh god,” or, “Damn, Steffen.” With every stroke, her tits bounce a little, and occasionally I catch a nipple in my teeth and give it a nip, which makes her yell. I like that a lot. I’m banging her like a barn door in a tornado when she cries out, “Oh, damn, Steffen, I’m coming!” I don’t try to tell her to wait or stop or anything, just let her go, and when she grips me, I come too. I swear, it was so hard and fast that I think I smell smoke.

“Good god, girl, this is what you get when you show up on my doorstep like that.” I carry her to the sofa and let her perch her ass on the back, then pull out of her.

“That means I’ll do it more often.”

“Won’t hurt my feelings at all.” I lean down to her and kiss her, my hand wrapped around the back of her head. When I break away, I smile at her. “Hi there.”

“Hi. Surprised?”

“Very. Pleasantly. Have you eaten?”

“Yes. Have you?”

“Yeah. About two hours ago. Unless you can think of a reason why I shouldn’t, I’m taking you to the bed and fucking the hell out of you for the next two hours.” I wait. “Gimme a reason why I shouldn’t.”

“Uh, I can’t think of one,” she sneers.

“Well, okay then. A fucking you’ll get.” I just pick her up and carry her, arms wrapped around my neck, down the hallway to the bedroom and climb up into the middle of the bed with her. Once I’ve deposited her there, I start stripping off my clothes until I don’t have any more to strip off, and she’s out of that coat and naked as the day she was born. My mouth waters. “And I meant what I said earlier.”

To my amazement, she rolls over, draws her knees up, and plants her forearms on the mattress. “Fuck it. I’m ready.” I can’t move, I’m so shocked. “Well? It’s waiting for you. It’s tighter than my pussy and twice as hot.”

That draws me out of my stupor. I manage, “Uh, uh, hang on,” and reach for a condom, then grab a tube of gel lube and slather some on. This is foreign turf for me with her, and I open her cheeks and take a good look.

Beautiful. The perfect rosette. I squeeze some of the lube out and into her crack, then put the cap back on and start to work it into her hole. I run one finger in, then two, and I swear she’s so tight that I think I hear it squeak. “Do this often?”

“Never.”

I feel kind of lightheaded. “Whaaa???”

“Anal virgin. And I’m giving it to you. I hope you appreciate that.”