by Maine, Miley
“So, I guess we both are in similar boats then?” Aisha tosses her head back and laughs. “Both absolutely hopeless in love... Always falling for the wrong people.”
This doesn’t seem like a dig at me, this thing is just like something she is saying to show how much we have bonded today. Perhaps it’s a sign that she wants to be my friend. Much as I want more from her, I would love to be her friend because it’s a start, and it also gives us both someone to talk to. I’m starting to see more and more that we both need that.
“I guess so,” I agree with her. “But perhaps that’s because we were both so young when we fell in love the first time around. Maybe if we do it when we are older, we will be better at it.”
“I would like to think so... but I think you will have a better chance at it than me. You are a handsome man, a successful man, one without any baggage.”
“I don’t think you should see having a child as baggage. Travis is lovely, any man would be lucky to have him in his life.”
She blushes brightly in her cheeks making her look even more cute than before. I really like her little shy side.
“I think you might be the only person that thinks that way. I don’t think the people see it that way. I haven’t exactly tried, but I don’t imagine it’s easy to date as a single mom.”
“I don’t know much about that, but I don’t imagine someone as cute as you would struggle. You’re very beautiful, I’m sure you already realize I think that about you.”
“Not at all,” she gasps in shock. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”
“I wouldn’t have asked you out on a date if I didn’t think that about you.”
I don’t think we’re going to be getting anywhere with the whole date thing right now. Not that I mind, I just want her to know how beautiful I think she is.
“Oh, well...” She doesn’t seem to know what to say about that. She tucks her hair behind her ears and averts her eyes away from me. I can’t help but notice though that she’s managed to look at me today more than ever before. First in anger, second in this friendly conversation. It’s really nice. I love staring into her eyes, I could do it all day long. “Thank you.”
I have drained my coffee cup, it’s probably time for me to think about leaving, especially considering we have sorted everything out now, but I really don’t want to go. I’m having too much of a good time with Aisha, I really am enjoying this conversation with her, but I’m going to have to find a way to stay here some more. I will need to make some excuses to stay.
But all of a sudden, I realize that Aisha is looking at me differently, she’s giving me the sort of stare which suggests I don’t need to make excuses to remain at all, she wants me to stay. She may well want me to stay for the sort of reason I have hoped she might want me around for. I don’t want to get my hopes too high, but this is my gut feeling.
“Well...” She rises to her feet, and I do the same thing. Just because it feels like the best thing to do. “I erm...”
“Yes.” It seems like we both don’t know what to say here. There’s so much that needs to be spoken about, but I don’t know where to begin.
But then it seems like I don’t need to speak, I don’t need to say anything because she is coming closer to me. That look in her eyes is growing deeper and deeper. I can definitely feel it now. Something is about to happen, but I don’t know what...
8
Aisha
December 21st
What the hell am I doing? I think as my lips draw even closer to Marc’s. Is this crazy? What am I playing at? I have dreamt about this moment, a couple of times actually, but allowing my imagination to get the better of me because it wasn’t real was acceptable… this isn’t.
Yet, even knowing all of that, it doesn’t stop me. He seems to have me completely captivated. I’m pulled in by a powerful, unstoppable magnetic force and I can’t fight it however hard I try. I don’t even want to stop; I crave to know what this will be like…
Oh my God. My lips crash against his and my insides explode like damn fireworks. Every cell inside of me erupts like a volcano and it’s all for him. I practically melt into Marc’s arms, letting him have me already. My knees have turned to jelly. I don’t know if this man is holding me up, I certainly feel like I could tumble to the ground at any given moment.
Wow. I part my lips ever so slightly and Marc takes the open invitation. His tongue invades my mouth and absolutely intensifies everything. He is massaging me, claiming me, taking me as his own.
“Oh my,” I murmur with my eyes still half lidded as we pull apart. “That was something else.”
I take a couple of moments before I finally allow the light into my eyes and immediately, I’m flooded with this angel like vision of him. He’s glowing, handsome, so gorgeous, and my savior as well. He has really come to my rescue without me even asking him to. I still don’t quite know what to think about it… at least my brain doesn’t. My arms are hooked possessively around his neck, not wanting him to go anywhere at all.
“I have been trying to tell you, haven’t I?” he chuckles, a sound which vibrates all the way through my body and hits me hard at the core. “I knew that we could be good together. This is why I have been constantly asking you out on a date.”
“Hey, I never agreed to go on a date with you,” I tease, finding myself feeling strangely comfortable around him, unlike I have ever done before… not in reality anyway. Perhaps this isn’t a dream at all. “Don’t start getting all serious on me now, okay?”
Marc doesn’t answer. Not with words anyway. Instead, he kisses me hard once more, completely stripping all of the air from my lungs. No. No way, this can’t be a dream because this is far too real for that, and it feels even better than I ever could have imagined. His lips are softer, yet more commanding, the sensation of his hands on my hips is more electric than my imagination ever could have pictured… I honestly didn’t know it could be like this.
This just shows me that Ronnie really was absolutely useless, nothing worthwhile.
All of a sudden, just as I am getting used to the feel of Marc kissing me, he changes things up again and keeps me on my toes by whipping me off the ground and placing my ass gently on the table. I squeal, half with excitement because this is so much fun, and half with terror because I don’t know if the table can handle my weight, but thankfully it does…
Holy shit… Marc presses against me and I can feel the intensity of his bulge pressing between my thighs. He is massive, absolutely huge. I haven’t even seen his erection yet and I’m already wondering what I’m going to do with it… what it will do with me…
“Fuck,” I hiss as his fingers softly trace up my thighs. I’m shuddering intensely already, acting like I am on the edge of an orgasm and he hasn’t even touched me yet. What the hell must Marc think of me? Not that he’s giving me that chance to worry about that right now. He’s edging ever closer to the wet heat pooling in my underwear and I can hardly wait.
“Hmmm,” Marc murmurs in my ear, sounding like he’s struggling with both agony and ecstasy. “You have no idea how long I have been wanting to hold you in my arms, Aisha.”
He breathes out my name, his words tickling all the way through me, causing the butterflies flapping away in my core to grow to the size of damn birds. I love my name on his lips, it’s absolutely delicious. I want him to keep saying it over and over again.
“Shit.” My hips buck violently, almost knocking me off the table as he grazes my clit on the outside of my panties. My head tosses back as the intense pleasure grips me hard. It’s been such a long time since anyone has made me feel good like this, it’s like getting a hit of the most incredible drug all over again… only this one is better and much more addictive. I don’t know if I will ever be able to work away from this one and be the same person again.
“You want more?” he whispers, the words vibrating in his chest. “I can give you more. So much more. You need to tell me what you want.”
This is it… this
is him giving me the chance to back away now if I’m not comfortable. He knows that I have struggled which is why I have been turning down his dates, so he’s offering to step back if I want him to. But the only problem is I am in too deep now.
“Everything,” I cry out. “I want everything from you. I need you, Marc.”
Those words seem to turn him in to a mad man. He can’t hold himself back any longer. He yanks my underwear to one side and massages my clit in a relentless manner, causing an onslaught of pleasure to grip me. I buck and writhe, crying out far too loudly through the bliss. I’m trying to be aware of the rest of the world, I don’t want to act too crazy, but I can’t seem to help myself. Marc, who has never touched me before, seems to have an absolute expert way of feeling my body. Even when he plunges those velvety fingers of his deep inside of me, he seems to graze delicious parts of me that I didn’t know was possible.
“Oh, Marc.” I cling to him so tightly I’m pretty sure I’m piercing his skin, but he doesn’t seem to care. He is so focused on my pleasure that he hasn’t even noticed. “Marc, Marc.”
I want him. This isn’t enough. It feels good to have him touching me with his fingers, but it isn’t all of him. We have already overstepped the boundary now, gone over the line that I set myself, and I need to keep on flying. I need him to fuck me until I lose my mind. I need him to take me like I have never been taken before because I have a funny feeling that being with Marc will be a brand-new experience on another scale.
“I want you.” I grip him tight and pull his head towards mine. I don’t want to think too much about what I’m doing because I know I will second guess myself and talk myself out of this in an instant. I don’t want to do this because it feels fucking incredible. “I need you inside of me, Marc. I want you… I… fuck… I need you…”
He steps back from me, but only far enough to tug a condom out of his wallet. This almost makes me smile because thank God he is prepared. I’m certainly not, even though I should be because I know what being unprepared can lead. But my idea was to keep away from men entirely. Not that it’s working out as I want it to.
I watch in awe as he pulls apart his trousers and yanks his boxers down. His thick throbbing erection is totally thrilling. So exciting that I have to cross my legs so he can’t see me pulsing. But my legs soon fall apart again as I watch him roll that latex over himself in a commanding and magnetic way. He looks like a fucking God right now, even more gorgeous than usual, and I absolutely can’t control myself. Marc is leaving me with no choice but to have him.
“Are you okay?” he asks me softly, in a caring manner as he grabs my ass and roughly yanks me to the edge of the table. “Are you sure about this?”
As an answer, I wrap my thighs around him and tug him closer to me with a cheeky smile playing on my lips. I pull my panties to one side and feel him teasing me, touching my entrance.
“I’m fine,” I gasp out breathlessly. “Absolutely fine. At least I will be when you’re inside of me.”
Thankfully, Marc can see that I’m not in the mood for teasing because he thrusts into me. Slowly at first, almost as if he’s trying to check how certain I really am, but once he hears the guttural scream flying from my chest, he slams into me a little harder, hitting all the right spots as he does. I’m seeing stars already, I can feel the hot bliss circling, swirling, driving me wild, tensing me up and sending me wild. I feel primal and animalistic, utterly crazy.
“Oh fuck.” I’m not even connected to the planet anymore, I’m somewhere else entirely. “Oh shit, Marc, that feels…” I can hardly get the words out because he’s smashing into me again and again. “Wow, you have no… no fucking idea how good this feels…”
I completely stiffen up as Marc tips me close to the edge. I’m balancing, about to topple over, to fall into the abyss of pleasure where I fear that I might drown and never come back up for air again. I might become completely consumed by Marc entirely. But even that isn’t enough to stop me. I allow him to drag me under the waters of pleasure with him and fuck, it feels incredible. It’s phenomenal. The waves of orgasm crash over my body, again and again, completely shattering me in every single way. He has undressed me, left me vulnerable and exposed on the floor, muddy and raw… and I absolutely love it.
As my walls clamp tightly around Marc, it sets him loose as well, and the sounds of him exploding and erupting inside of me are so intoxicating I would love to hear them forever.
“Oh wow…” As soon as we collapse in one another’s arms, gasping and panting through the post orgasmic bliss, I can feel a terrible coldness replacing the heat that I had consuming me just a moment ago. Without the haze of lust clamping on to me and clouding my judgment, I realize that this was actually crazy. This isn’t a dream; this is all too real…
“Erm…” I push back from him and stare down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes again. I guess I’m straight back to being incredibly awkward around him. “I think…”
“Are you okay?” Marc sounds worried, panicked for me, which only makes all of this worse.
“I’m fine, I just think…” I hop off the table and move away from him, so glad that I still have my damn panties on. Without looking at him, I can hear Marc zipping himself back up. “I think it might be best for you to go. I don’t want… you know… Travis…”
“Right, I see.” I can tell that Marc is disappointed, but this is just the way that it needs to be. “I will go then. I don’t want to get in your way.”
There is a pause, he is waiting for me to say something, but I can’t.
I won’t.
9
Marc
December 22nd
I watch out the window with serious hope in my heart as the school bus pulls up. I know that things ended a little weird with Aisha last night. To be perfectly honest, it was a bit like doing a walk of shame home afterward which wasn’t how I ever pictured my first time with her, but I’m still hoping that my offer of schooling for Travis has played out. Whatever happens between us, it doesn’t affect me covering her boy’s school fees.
Of course, I did spend a lot of last night tossing and turning in bed, wondering if she only slept with me because of the money, but I can’t lose myself in that fear too much because it wasn’t awkward between us. There was definite fire and chemistry circling between us. I know for sure that she felt it too. That wasn’t just obligatory sex.
I can only assume that she freaked out afterward and her walls went flying back up again. But now I have seen the person underneath those walls, and I adore her even more than I thought I was going to. I want to see even more of her. The real her.
“Come on.” I see the bus pull up but there is no sign of any activity next door yet. “Please, Travis. Come on, Aisha. Let the boy have a chance. Give him a shot…”
My hope begins to fade. I feel like shit as I half expect the returned check coming back to me, to show me once and for all that my offer is refused. My heart sinks, my stomach grows heavy, I don’t know how else I can make this work out…
“Oh my God.” I see him. It’s Travis. He’s running from the house and heading to the school bus, waving goodbye to his mother. The light is lit back into my life. This is perfect. This is everything. Thank God. Aisha has started to see sense. “Thank God.”
I actually laugh with relief as I watch this unfold in front of my eyes. Relief floods me, even more, when I see Aisha exiting the house and saying goodbye. I’m sure this must be really hard for her. I’m sure her pride must be really hurting, but thankfully she is doing what’s best for her boy. I don’t know why I doubted her at all really. Of course, she was going to put Travis first. Now, I’m seriously hoping that this will take some of the financial pressure off of her.
Of course, I would love to help her out in other ways as well because I don’t like the idea of either her or Travis struggling, but I certainly don’t want money to be the thing to come between us. I don’t want there to be an imbalance in our relationship… if i
t begins.
Still, now without the pressure of school fees, she might feel better, with time to work her life might be easier, I can still be grateful that I have assisted her in many ways.
As soon as the school bus drives off, I can’t remain inside any longer. I respected Aisha’s wishes last night and left when she wanted me to, but now I think I am well within my own rights to find out where her head is so I can see where we stand.
I practically run out of the door because I know that Aisha won’t stick around for long. She always heads in quickly, so I need to take the chance to talk to her. I’m almost breathless as the cold morning air hits me. It’s utterly ridiculous. I must look like a mad person.
“Aisha,” I call out just before she slips in through the front door. “Aisha, wait.” Admittedly, she doesn’t look too pleased to see me, I feel like I might be interrupting her morning already, but thankfully she doesn’t slam the door in my face. “Can I come in for a moment?”
“Erm…” Her eyes don’t meet mine. She doesn’t look like she wants to even see me again. It’s frustrating, but I don’t let it get the better of me. I understand that she is finding this hard. “Sure, I can make us both a mug of coffee. One sugar, right?”
God, I will drink a coffee with a million sugars in it if she will give me the chance to talk to her. “Thanks, sounds good. One sugar is perfect.”
We head inside her home and straight to her kitchen. Out the corner of my eyes, I spot shock cross her face. I can’t help but wonder if she is thinking that coming back to the scene of last night was the best idea… and I can understand why because I’m already feeling the same heat from last night flooding us. The thick tension is back and hotter than ever.
But I resist the intense urge to act on that and I take a seat at the table, trying my best to keep my expression stoic so she doesn’t see how much I want to take her in my arms. I need to play it cool until she shows me any sign that she might want me too…