Love Lost (Love's Improbable Possibility)

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in L.A. for a single woman,” I continued.
    He was getting excited and I could tell he was thinking. Thinking of how to get me alone, which wouldn’t be easy.
    “Why can’t we go back to your place?” he asked.
    “Uhn…uhn!” I said as I walked up to him and started licking his neck.
    “Well, then I guess it’s to my place we go!” He let a moan escape from my tongue action. “Why don’t you drop your car off at your place and I’ll follow you. And then we’ll go to my place?” he continued.
    “Uhn… uhn. I’ll follow you from here in my car,” I bargained.
    “Okay!”
    As I was following behind Richard, I could tell he was on the phone a lot. I knew it had something to do with where we were going. I figured maybe he was telling a roommate to clean up before we got there. I wasn’t interested in anything more than a friendship with Richard but tonight I wanted to be that nasty girl Vanity 6 sang about earlier and he was the only candidate.
    We pulled up to a Spanish-style apartment complex. As we walked up to the door, it opened before Richard could get his keys together. A stocky guy with sandy blonde hair, green eyes and a welcoming smile was walking out.
    “Hey Rich!” he greeted.
    “Hey, Danny! This is my friend Rayna. Rayna, this is my roommate, Danny ,” Richard announced.
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Danny ,” I greeted with a nod.
    “Same here! Hey Rich, I won’t be back for a few hours. I’m meeting my girl ,” Danny offered as he fetched his keys from his tight pockets.
    “Okay, I’ll see you later!” Richard said waiting for Danny to walk off.
    Danny stood there for a few seconds ogling me with a boyish-like smile—almost salivating. He eventually caught himself and started on his way. Richard motioned me inside and I obliged. I immediately began patrolling the place looking for signs of who Richard was. I didn’t see any personal pictures, just a few of a woman who Richard said was Danny’s girlfriend.
    He offered me a drink. I obliged.
    A few minutes later, he came into the living room with cheap wine in plastic cups. I took off my shoes to get a little more comfortable. We began to talk. The cheap wine gave me a baby buzz and suddenly I found his jokes amusing. When he saw the alcohol taking effect, he started speaking Latin-lingo. It was not agreeing with me and I wasn’t trying to totally kill my buzz. I wanted sex, so I lunged at him and threw my tongue in his mouth. He had to catch his balance. As he started to caress me with one hand, he put down his cup down with the other. I could tell he was startled by my aggressiveness, which I liked.
    We started going at it as he disrobed me. Before I knew it , he was putting on a condom. He attempted to enter me very dramatically. This was supposed to be a feeling free sexual experience for me and he wants to act so in love?
    For some reason he fumbled down there giving me the impression that either he had no previous experience or was extremely nervous, so I motioned for us to switch positions. I crawled on top for a ride. This way I was in charge.
    He reached up to stroke my breasts. My nipples were so hard that I thought they’d burst. I positioned myself over him prepared to lower myself. All of a sudden, I heard the door click. A second later, the door opened. My head slung behind me to catch the unexpected guest. I caught my balance and I stopped as I saw the same short, stubby, redhead I’d asked about in the pictures earlier. She saw me topless over the sofa and gasped for air as she held her chest.
    Richard looked up and screamed, “Amy?!”
    “Richard?” she trilled in return. I thought I was watching a movie. I started scrambling for my clothes as they were doing the twenty questions thing.
    “What are you doing here, Richard? Where’s Danny?” she asked as she kicked the door to shut it behind her.
    “Ummm. He went out to the store or something…” I guess that was all he could muster as he was fending

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