a
fucking grip,” I muttered silently to myself. Or at least I thought I did.
“What’s
that, baby?” Mrs. Eager paused mid-slide and kissed along my stubbled jaw.
“I said
grip me tighter.” She appeared pleased with that response and increased her
riding speed by a bazillion miles per hour. Ah hell yes, that was doing the
trick. I definitely wasn’t thinking about Emily on all fours in my living room anymore.
Fuck.
Even
though Mrs. Eager was easy to lose – in fact she pretty much kicked me
out when we’d finished - it’s pretty safe to say that was the most frustrating
fuck I’ve ever experienced. Ironic really. Maybe even laughable. Except it
wasn’t fucking funny. Sex made everything better. The tension, the loneliness,
the remembering… so why was I still feeling like something was missing? Maybe I
was just tired from all the cleaning. I’ll try again tomorrow.
**********
Me:
Day out?
I hit send before I had chance to change my
mind. It had been so long since I enjoyed the company of another person and I really enjoyed spending time with Emily,
so selfishly I couldn’t stop myself. Yeah I know. This wasn’t going to aid the
whole ‘get her out of my head’ plan but somehow I’d managed to convince myself
that I could still be her friend by day, and then work my cock off trying to
quench the desire to take it further by night.
Emily:
???
Me:
I’m bored. Wanna hit the beach?
I was yet to visit a beach over here,
neither of us had lectures today and the weather was pretty decent - a little
overcast but apparently rain wasn’t on the horizon. So why not? I missed the
coast. Staring out towards a never-ending ocean never fails to remind you just
how insignificant you are. If you think you’ve got problems – ever get
too wrapped up in your own self-importance – visit the beach and you’ll
see exactly how small a part you actually play in this enormous world.
Emily:
R U being serious? X
Fuck me this could go on forever.
Me:
Yes! So??? Yay or nay?
Her next reply took almost ten minutes to
come through and I imagined it was because she was busy asking Snickers what
she should do. If Snickers had anything to do with the answer I received, then
she just shot up a few notches in my estimations.
Emily:
Sure. Meet you at yours in an hour?
Me:
I’ll be at yours in half ;-)
She wasn’t getting out of riding on the
back of my bike that easily. I couldn’t wait to feel her petrified little arms
quake as she wound herself tightly around me body like a snake.
Shit.
That right there is exactly the kind of thing I need to knock on the head. And I will.
A couple of Marshmallows and an M&M or two should do the trick.
Emily didn’t reply again and I had visions
of her running around like The Road Runner on crack as she tried to get ready
in the restrictive timeframe I’d given her. Little did she know the second I
hit send I was already straddling my bike.
No more than ten minutes later I squeezed
the bike into the tiniest space between a skip and a dumpster around the back
of her building. Tucking my keys into the pocket of my black denim jeans I
skipped (not literally) to the front and beat the knocker against the dark wood
door.
“Eager much?” Snickers asked, already
wheeling away from the door after opening it. Shit. Was I eager? Hell, who am I
trying to kid… I was all out fucking desperate. I’d had a taste of life without
the desolate loneliness numbing my brain and I didn’t want it to end.
“Crap you’re here!” Emily rushed out in a
fluster when she ran into the living room wearing nothing but a towel. Ah hell
no – this wasn’t helping my plan one little bit. She crossed her arms
over her chest as if I could see what was underneath the fluffy white sheath
obscuring my view. “I’ll just be a minute,” she added, scurrying back down the
hall and holding on to her towel for dear life.
“Good to see
fucking grip,” I muttered silently to myself. Or at least I thought I did.
“What’s
that, baby?” Mrs. Eager paused mid-slide and kissed along my stubbled jaw.
“I said
grip me tighter.” She appeared pleased with that response and increased her
riding speed by a bazillion miles per hour. Ah hell yes, that was doing the
trick. I definitely wasn’t thinking about Emily on all fours in my living room anymore.
Fuck.
Even
though Mrs. Eager was easy to lose – in fact she pretty much kicked me
out when we’d finished - it’s pretty safe to say that was the most frustrating
fuck I’ve ever experienced. Ironic really. Maybe even laughable. Except it
wasn’t fucking funny. Sex made everything better. The tension, the loneliness,
the remembering… so why was I still feeling like something was missing? Maybe I
was just tired from all the cleaning. I’ll try again tomorrow.
**********
Me:
Day out?
I hit send before I had chance to change my
mind. It had been so long since I enjoyed the company of another person and I really enjoyed spending time with Emily,
so selfishly I couldn’t stop myself. Yeah I know. This wasn’t going to aid the
whole ‘get her out of my head’ plan but somehow I’d managed to convince myself
that I could still be her friend by day, and then work my cock off trying to
quench the desire to take it further by night.
Emily:
???
Me:
I’m bored. Wanna hit the beach?
I was yet to visit a beach over here,
neither of us had lectures today and the weather was pretty decent - a little
overcast but apparently rain wasn’t on the horizon. So why not? I missed the
coast. Staring out towards a never-ending ocean never fails to remind you just
how insignificant you are. If you think you’ve got problems – ever get
too wrapped up in your own self-importance – visit the beach and you’ll
see exactly how small a part you actually play in this enormous world.
Emily:
R U being serious? X
Fuck me this could go on forever.
Me:
Yes! So??? Yay or nay?
Her next reply took almost ten minutes to
come through and I imagined it was because she was busy asking Snickers what
she should do. If Snickers had anything to do with the answer I received, then
she just shot up a few notches in my estimations.
Emily:
Sure. Meet you at yours in an hour?
Me:
I’ll be at yours in half ;-)
She wasn’t getting out of riding on the
back of my bike that easily. I couldn’t wait to feel her petrified little arms
quake as she wound herself tightly around me body like a snake.
Shit.
That right there is exactly the kind of thing I need to knock on the head. And I will.
A couple of Marshmallows and an M&M or two should do the trick.
Emily didn’t reply again and I had visions
of her running around like The Road Runner on crack as she tried to get ready
in the restrictive timeframe I’d given her. Little did she know the second I
hit send I was already straddling my bike.
No more than ten minutes later I squeezed
the bike into the tiniest space between a skip and a dumpster around the back
of her building. Tucking my keys into the pocket of my black denim jeans I
skipped (not literally) to the front and beat the knocker against the dark wood
door.
“Eager much?” Snickers asked, already
wheeling away from the door after opening it. Shit. Was I eager? Hell, who am I
trying to kid… I was all out fucking desperate. I’d had a taste of life without
the desolate loneliness numbing my brain and I didn’t want it to end.
“Crap you’re here!” Emily rushed out in a
fluster when she ran into the living room wearing nothing but a towel. Ah hell
no – this wasn’t helping my plan one little bit. She crossed her arms
over her chest as if I could see what was underneath the fluffy white sheath
obscuring my view. “I’ll just be a minute,” she added, scurrying back down the
hall and holding on to her towel for dear life.
“Good to see
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