Wicked End (60 page)

“I don’t know.” Jennifer thought of the man Angela told her had moved in across the street. Her description of him sounded perfect. “I was hoping to meet our new neighbor.”

Angela grabbed her hand. “Oh yeah, he’s right up your alley, Jen: cute ass, nice biceps, soft-spoken. Hmm, wait—maybe you can’t handle him. If only he was younger, I’d…”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “What is he, 36?” Then she realized what her friend said. “Biceps, huh? I never dated someone who worked out before.” The house across from her had been empty for a long time until the week before. She had tried every day to see the new owner. “So, is he a blonde?”

“You haven’t seen him?” Angela squealed. “He’s got this wavy, sandy blonde hair almost to his shoulders. I saw him from my bedroom window this morning. Then I watched him early this afternoon haul boxes out of that truck in his driveway. I’d love to have a hold of that hair as he fucked me like crazy. Didn’t you see him?”

Jennifer thought about the truck that she saw several times that day. “I saw the truck, but no guy.” She had seen at least two people inside the house when she got the mail, but they were in shadow. She had changed her mind, thinking her neighbor was untouchable. “He might be married, you know. Forget about him. I wanna have fun tonight. How about I do things your style and pick up a nice young one?”

Angela laughed. “You take dating too seriously to go for a young guy.” She sipped her drink again and then scanned the men standing around. “You need to loosen up and just have fun. How about a one-night stand? That one is perfect for it.” She leered at the man’s tight pants, which showed off his nice ass and an impressive bulge in front. “Bet he’d be great in bed.”

She was right. Jennifer started thinking about marriage after two dates. Because of that, it had been six months since she had sex. None of her relationships since she left her ex lasted long enough. As she slowly finished her rum and coke, the idea of a fling sounded better, but a one-night stand? She was not sure she could pull that one off.

When both of them had finished a second drink, Angela took Jennifer by the hand and pulled her to the dance floor. They danced with each other for a few minutes, while Angela flirted with a boy who was barely 20. Looks of lust passed between them for a while.

Jennifer rolled her eyes, knowing how that night would be ending for the two of them. She wished she had just once felt that much sexual attraction to a man. Never had she wanted to hop in bed with someone she just met. It usually took her a lot of getting to know each other before she had that feeling within.

“You girls want some company?” his friend loudly asked them as the young one put an arm around Angela’s waist.

Angela smiled and giggled while accepting the younger one’s offered hand. They moved away a few feet and molded their bodies together as they moved to the fast music. Within seconds, their lips locked and hands traveled all over each other.

Jennifer looked up at his friend and shouted over the music, “Um, would you like to dance too?”

He gave her a wide smile, revealing dimples. “I’m not very good, but I try hard.” He winked and put a hand on her back. Then he led her to the other side of the dance floor. “I’m Glen.” He spun her around before pulling her back to him and held her close.

“Jennifer.”

She was not impressed. He was cute, but not her type. He looked too neat and put-together. He was the type she used to go for, just younger. She was hoping to find someone a little laid-back or spontaneous.

“So, do you live alone?” He was grinding his hips into hers. She could feel he was only average in the pants, something from which she also wanted to upgrade.

Jennifer did not even look up. “No,” she lied. “I have a male roommate.”

“Oh. I got a roommate too.” He put a hand on her ass and lifted her skirt a bit. “Maybe we could get a hotel room.”

She pried his hand off her ass. “I don’t think so.”

“Sorry. Too forward?”

“Yes.”

They danced for a while longer, Glen coming on strong a few more times. She liked a confident man, but he was trying too hard, and it came off as cocky. She tried to think of a good reason to walk away, but none came to mind for a while.

“My feet are getting tired,” Jennifer said in his ear just before he leaned down to kiss her. She had to do something. “I’m gonna go sit down.”

Glen smiled. “OK. I’ll buy you a drink.”

“No, that’s OK.” She tugged her body from his. “I wanna be alone.” She felt bad lying, but had to. As she walked towards the tables, she turned to make sure he was not following, but he was.

“Hey, it’s just one drink, Jennifer,” Glen called after her. “I’m not gonna fuck you on the dance floor.” He liked her already and did not want to let her get away. As soon as he caught up with her, he grabbed her arm. “Just one, I promise.”

She tried to pull away, but he had a good grip. “Let me go,” she growled.

“Yeah, let the lady go.” Jennifer turned to see a tall, handsome, blonde-haired man behind her with his muscular arms folded over his chest. “She’s here with me.”

Glen backed away quickly. “Guess you’re the roommate, sorry.”

Jennifer just stood there, until he disappeared into the crowd.

“You OK?”

She turned again, meeting his ice-blue eyes. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Thanks.” She smiled as his blonde hair moved when he reached out his hand.

“I’m Matthew.” He was surprised when she clasped his hand firmly. Then he grinned, because he liked a strong woman. “Glad to play the hero today.” He sat back down at the table next to them and lifted his drink. “Would you let
me
buy you a drink, just to settle your nerves?”

Jennifer laughed. “Sure. That guy was not my type.”

“So what is your type?” His eyebrows went up, hoping she would answer. “Or is that too much to ask on a first date?” He laughed and smiled again.

“First date, huh?”

“Well, I saved you from an ass, so you owe me a date.”

“True, I do owe you. And a date is harmless, isn’t it?”

“Sometimes.” He winked, surprising himself with his own behavior. He was normally shy and reserved. She seemed to make him comfortable, and she really turned him on.

She took in his jeans and button-down flannel shirt along with the boots. He did not remotely fit in at this club. “What brings you here? You don’t really blend with all this.”

Matthew gestured to the seat next to him. “Please sit, and I’ll tell you.” Then he added, “This is my first time at a club in like 10 years. I hate these places; they’re so noisy.”

Jennifer sat and looked at him. She noticed that he wore no wedding ring. She also discovered his eyes were not just blue. They had flecks of grey as well. She looked at him again. He had nice biceps and she wondered what the rest of him looked like.
It’s been way too long.
She thought as she felt her pussy moistening. Matthew’s voice startled her out of her admiration of him.

“My sister, Sami, brought me here. She said I had to get out and meet people, because I’m new in town.” He smiled. “I was gonna go home until I saw you.” He shifted in his seat a bit; his cock, half-hard, was making sitting uncomfortable.

Jennifer blushed but quickly recovered, “Then you came to my rescue.”

“Yes. That must be the only reason I was here, to save you from that poor excuse for a man.” He laughed. “I noticed you right away. I saw him trying like hell to get your attention and you dismissing every move.”

He laughed a little louder. He was hoping it was hiding his own strong desire for her. If it did not, he moved his hand to cover the hard-on trying to rip his jeans open. She was hot in a subtle kind of way. She looked to be close to his age, had beautiful long, flowing auburn hair and emerald green eyes to go with it. Her tight outfit covered just enough, yet showed off all of her curves. He could not stand skinny girls.

With an internal groan, he shifted in his seat. “So what brought you here?”

“My friend dragged me here. I wanted to go to Café Crue, but Angela doesn’t like 80s music. Anyway, she already found what she came for.” She pointed in the direction of Angela and her new boy toy.

“I see.” He smirked at the young man, whose hand was under her skirt as they danced. “He works quick, too.” He looked back at her, and smiled as he gazed into her sultry eyes. “So what is my damsel in distress’ name?”

“Jennifer,” she blushed. “Sorry, I thought I told you already.”

She looked away, her attraction to him making the embarrassment worse. She could feel her panties getting wetter and did not know what to do. She felt that sexual attraction she had always wanted to, but it scared her as well.

When she looked back, she saw him looking her over. She had her legs crossed, which made her skirt go up a few inches. Maybe that caught his attention? He seemed to be trying to undress her with his eyes. She almost giggled at the corny thought. Then she watched him adjust his pants.
Does he feel the same? I really hope so.

Matthew bit his lip. Her red cheeks told him she was having naughty thoughts about him, and it gave him courage. An image of her under him, crying out his name as he fucked her hard, made his cock twitch. It had been so long for him, his mind was starting to become a bit irrational. She was not that kind of girl.

“I’ve never… Um… Do you do one-night stands?” He could not believe he said that aloud. He had meant to ask if she had a boyfriend. “God, I’m sorry to say it like that.”

“Wow. Not what I was expecting.” She gave him a sly smile, glad he was on the same wavelength as she at that point.

“I was talking hypothetically, of course.” He put a hand through his hair, anxiously, “Just to start a conversation.” He closed his eyes and hoped she did not just walk away.
What a dick move,
he thought.

She smiled, feeling his nerves. “Sex with strangers is not usually my thing.” She tried to say it nonchalantly, to ease his anxiety.

“Yeah, me neither.” He exhaled loudly and sat up straighter, trying to hide his erection that had grown even more somehow. “How about that drink?” He needed one badly.

With every word that passed his lips, Jennifer became even more attracted to Matthew. She liked that he was faltering. It showed his true character. “Sure. Maybe it’ll relax me.”

“Ditto.” He had begun to want her even more. There was no logic to it. He could just feel some sort of… magic, or electricity. He was not sure, but it was something. He raised his hand and attracted the server’s attention, “Two rum and cokes.”

Jennifer smirked. He ordered just right, too.
Was everything about this guy perfect?
She hoped his flaws were minor, or at least easy to handle.

Matthew looked over at her. She was the most beautiful woman he had met in this new town. He moved closer to his sister to get away from his cheating ex-wife. He could not stand to look at anything that reminded him of that slut. He had hoped he could meet someone to take his mind off his ex and she seemed to be doing just that.

They both sipped their drinks and looked at each other with a smile. One drink quickly turned into two, then three, and then four. Soon they were laughing and revealing their pasts. The buzz they felt was enough for their guard to be down and inhibitions to fade.

“On a little league baseball field? Really?” Matthew was shocked that Jennifer admitted to it, but he was glad she was open-minded to a point.

She smiled. “My ass was right on home plate. Good thing it was dark out. We could hear people passing by not too far away. I’m sure someone heard me crying out as I came, though.” It was something only four people knew about. She could not believe she told him.

“The only interesting place I ever had sex was my car.” Matthew smirked, recalling a few details about the encounter. “But we did get caught by a cop.” They both laughed at that.

Jennifer’s eyebrows rose, “So, never in a public place?” She looked at him with longing. The sex talk made her panties wet. The alcohol allowed her mind to wander and fantasize about him in detail.

“Nope, sorry. I guess I’m boring. I have to broaden my horizons.”

“Starting now,” she got up and pulled Matthew towards the back of the club by the hand.

“Where are we going?”

“To broaden your horizons.”

Matthew was hoping he knew what she meant. He was a bit shy when it came to initiating something with a new girl. He was always afraid if he made the first move, he would be rebuked. When she dragged him into the empty ladies’ room, he almost stopped her, unsure again. Then his dick stirred. He needed to live a little.

“We’re not strangers anymore. Kiss me,” Jennifer demanded as she shoved him against the door of a handicapped stall. It had just enough room to do what she wanted. She hoped he would loosen up and go with the mood.

Matthew leaned down and kissed her lips. She tasted as good as she looked. He reached around and grabbed her ass in his hands. The alcohol was helping him be what she seemed to want and do what he wanted so badly. His kisses got aggressive fast. He needed her more than he had ever needed anyone.

Jennifer was excited he went along with it. She put her hands on his chest and ran her tongue across his teeth until he opened his mouth for her. Then their kissing became passionate. They heard women talking, but ignored it. She grabbed a handful of his hair as his body pressed against hers slightly. A quiet moan escaped her lips as her pussy contracted, and her hips brushed his.

He could not hold back anymore. One hand slid under her top and grasped her breast as he groaned in her ear. “God, I want you,” he whispered. Then he pulled her closer, grinding his cock into her. It looked like she would be his first one-night stand. He hoped it would be more, but would take what he could get.

She was thinking the exact same thing as her hand moved down his body and opened his pants. He was the first guy to turn her on just by speaking.
Yes, bigger than Darren
, she said to herself as her hand wrapped around his eight and a half inch shaft. She took it out and stroked it as they continued to kiss. His size made her pussy almost tremble. It was just what she had hoped for, not too small and not too big; just right.