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I knew what I had to do.
I quit my job, sold my car, and moved back to my hometown, New England, Massachusetts. I found a job at a small marketing firm in the city of Boston and a second job as a waitress at a popular nightclub. My mother said I should move into our family home. I’d been on my own for years. I enjoy coming and going as I please and not having people in my business. I gave up everything for my family, at least they could leave me with a little peace of mind. The sale of my car was enough to hold the bank off for two months. I was able to enter a new agreement with the bank. I cosigned for my father’s shop. I cringed thinking about my credit being on the line.
Now you understand why I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t have time for a man. I’m in debt up to my ears. Luckily, my student loans are in deferment. All I have to worry about is making the payments on the shop and my rent.
YESTERDAY’S ENCOUNTER
It was a busy day at my firm. Our lead account was threatening to pull their business if we didn’t find new ways to market their brand. After Mr. Jolly of Jolly Heating and Cooling left, my boss went on a rampage. He told us we’d better start getting creative or we’d all lose our jobs. I couldn’t afford to lose my job.
Last night, stepping into the bar was like a breath of fresh air. I only wanted to eat, drink, and forget my problems for the time being. The moment I sat at the bar, I felt a person’s gawking eyes.
Finally, the man spoke. When my eyes met his, I was honestly shocked he was talking to me. The man was drop-dead gorgeous. It was obvious he was attracted to me; he kept staring. I loved the lie I told him. You know, the one about him not being my type. Ethan was every woman’s type. He was handsome and intelligent. Our conversation went well until I propositioned him.
What? It was obvious he wanted us to sleep together. Turned out we both had a bad day and needed a release. I couldn’t believe I offered to sleep with him more than once. What was I thinking?
Hell, I needed an escape from my life if only for a little while. Who wouldn’t want to have a repeated one-night stand with Mr. Wonderful?
Occasional hook-up is what I cooked up. I laughed out loud at the thought.
What if the sex was bad? In that moment I didn’t care. Gazing into that hunk of a man’s face made it worthwhile. The way he devoured my lips on the elevator told me we really needed each other. Leaving our problems at the door of his condo so we could lose ourselves in each other was a sound plan. His condo was massive. I glanced at the tall white ceilings lined with wood beams. They were breathtaking. The layout of his entire home was clean and cookie-cutter. The tan furniture was perfect for a man’s home. His place barely appeared lived in.
The view of the harbor was beautiful. I could stare out of his window every day. The cold weather was bitter last night, so stepping onto the balcony wasn’t an option. After tearing off my boots, he was all over me. Fuck, it felt good. I tore myself away from him momentarily to ponder on what the night meant. I gawked at my half-naked appearance in the mirror, remembering I had on mix-and-match bra and panties. There was nothing I could do about it. The second I walked into the kitchen, his eyes were glued to my cleavage again. I took it he was a breast man. I didn’t mind his hands being attached to my body like a second skin. What I did mind was him eating my pussy. That was off the table. He wasn’t happy about it, and I didn’t care. Stimulating sex is what I wanted. Oral sex I enjoyed receiving from a man who was mine. Not a man I was sharing with who knows who. When a man ate my pussy good, I fell apart. That was why I didn’t want to get hooked on his tongue skills. No catching feelings.
The tequila loosened me up. Standing before one another removing our clothes was perfect. That moment allowed us to see all of each other. He dropped his boxers and revealed his big dick. I was shocked. I thought he’d have an average-sized dick. Not for one minute did I doubt his bedroom skills. I was ready to fuck. The way he took his time pleasing me made the sex damn good. He ensured I was relaxed before fucking me. Yeah, I could get used to fucking him on the regular.
My schedule wasn’t built to accommodate anyone. Why did I create the occasional hook-up anyways? If I could keep our sex life under control, I’d be ok.
I lost count how many times I came last night. Sneaky devil still ate my pussy. Sometimes men fumble when eating pussy. Only a couple of men in my life were successful at making me come. Ethan was one of the two. I couldn’t keep from biting my lip at the thought of my body tingling and shuddering as I came in his mouth. If he was my man, eating my pussy would be on the agenda every time we had sex. His tongue skills could make a woman stalk him. He turned out to be the perfect sex partner. I could see him becoming my weakness.
“Shit!” I realized he’d instructed I bring clothes for work. He wanted me to spend the night again. This couldn’t develop into a pattern.
