Rachel was always the girl that fell quick for the guys but didn't want to follow her usual pattern. She wanted to be free and in control. If she talked about him, the girls would bug her all the time.
She hated feeling pressured like that, so maybe this time, acting like the relationship wasn't that important, she could have her little secret with Tyler and not be bothered by her nosey friends. A little lie about not caring what he did couldn't hurt.
Tyler wasn't her usual type anyway. He had some great qualities. Like being good looking, and in great shape, and having that cute mole on his neck, then the way he made her melt with his kisses, and the way he made her body quiver and her pussy wet. The way he went down on her and made her feel so fucking incredible. She had to stop thinking about him or she would have to go take care of matters herself since he wasn't there.
Nikki stunned her with her next question. "Well, since you aren't that serious, would you mind if I go out with him?"
Nikki was the company man–eater. She wasn't a slut by any means, but she was a pushover for good looks and a big cock. Both of which Tyler had.
Rachel was caught in her own trap. She couldn't be possessive after telling them all that she viewed him as basically just casual fuck–buddy.
After she picked her jaw up of the ground she realized what she had done. I've put Tyler on the open market.
Now she was stuck.
"I'm not sure if you two would get along. He is a mechanic, you're a personal secretary." She tried for a casual shrug. "But it's up to you."
Rachel was furious at herself for minimizing her feelings and downplaying the attachment she felt for Tyler. This wasn't the "L" word. It was the little "L" word. She was in serious "like" with him. What wasn't to like?
He was a really nice guy, had a fun personality, steady job and didn't live with his mother. The fact he was good looking and an animal in the sack was a definite bonus. Actually it was a big bonus, in many ways.
But she wouldn't let herself be drawn into this same trap again. She always fell for the guy, got hurt and used, and then felt bad about herself for a few months before repeating pretty much the same the same pattern with the next guy.
It was almost as regular as her menstrual cycle. It was her man–strual cycle and the cramps were a helluva lot worse. So she had promised herself not to let this happen again. She would be strong and not repeat her last mistakes. This time she wasn't going to obsess and drive herself crazy over a guy.
Rachel was so dead set against letting history repeat itself, she dismissed her feelings as she sat in her car in front of Tyler's apartment at the end of the week.
"Where the fuck is he?"
Unable to help herself, she had driven there knowing Nikki had called him. She overheard her in the ladies room talking to Pam about hooking up and going to a club to meet. She had also commented about going commando because she didn't plan on needing underwear for long.
Looking at the line of cars she saw Nikki's little Honda was parked in the guest spot. The spectrum of emotions rolled through her. First regret, then anger, then spite and lastly—desperation.
I can't do this. I let it happen but he didn't have to take her out. They are probably in his car fucking in some random parking lot like kids. His beautiful cock buried inside Nikki's pussy instead of being plunged in and out of mine.
She wasn't a really possessive person but Tyler was, without a doubt, hers.
She had sent him a text a few hours ago and he still didn't answer. But then again, he never did. He would get texts when they were out and ignored them, because he felt it was rude. He was polite and paid attention and didn't look away when a pretty woman walked by. His eyes were always on her and he was focused. Nowadays she'd discovered that most men would give a once over of face, tits, ass, and legs and ask when they could fuck. Not Tyler.
All the little things she liked about him crept into her mind as she drove around town looking for his car. Classic cars tend to stand out and he always parked on an end spot so it would be easy to see.
His car wasn't at any of the regular places or at Nikki's because Rachel damn sure checked there. It was a long painful drive, looking for the missing car.
She sighed after she'd checked all the local town restaurants and clubs. For a final time she decided to drive past Tyler's apartment. His car was there and she could finally breathe easy. The date was over relatively early so maybe they didn't hit it off. In a way she felt relieved because perhaps Tyler's infatuation with her was too strong, and he didn't want another woman.
Then she turned and saw Nikki's car, still parked in the guest spot.
Oh shit!
The following Monday, after a weekend spent alternating between tears and a urge to clean out every closet in the house, Rachel buried herself in work. She didn't want to know, didn't want to hear, and had no desire to answer the texts Tyler sent.
She was done.
All the girls were chit chatting about their weekend and Nikki was bragging about her great sex–filled–weekend–of–carnal–pleasures date. Rachel couldn't be mad, but Nikki was relentless as she detailed how many times and all the various sexual positions she'd tried.
Rachel couldn't shake the idea, and struggled with images of Tyler fucking Nikki the same way he'd done with her. The standing up in a hammock position Nikki was describing seemed rather dangerous, as did the sex with the blow-up clown. He hadn't done either of those with her.
What the fuck was she talking about a blow-up doll for?
It gnawed at her because it was all her fault that it had happened. It wasn't as if he'd asked her to move in and make babies and live in a trailer. He just wanted her, exclusively. She couldn't commit in such a short time to a fuck–buddy, no matter how good looking and perfect he is.
And now, he was gone.
And she realized he wasn't a fuck–buddy. He never had been.
Why hadn't she seen before that maybe Tyler was different? Maybe he was one of the good ones. There seem to be so few, but she'd fucked up by letting him go and now Nikki was reaping the benefits. More like raping the benefits, the little slut.
Sitting in her cubicle Rachel was a mess of mixed emotions, both sadness and anger. She mouse–clicked her way through images of purses, not really paying attention to any of them.
"Hello, may I help you?" A voice echoed from the front desk.
A man's voice said, "I'm looking for Rachel."
She lifted her head and looked over the cubicles as a familiar tone caught her attention. Holy shit, it was Tyler.
She quickly dropped down and grabbed her purse, dumping her make–up and car keys and everything else. She couldn't let him see her messy.
Rachel was going to put on a strong face.
"Hey. There you are."
She always applied her lip–gloss like a pro, but suddenly jerked a crooked line across her cheek as she spun around.
"Fuck." Grabbing a tissue, she did rapid damage control on her make up. "Hello Tyler."
"Didn't mean to bug you but you haven't been answering my calls or messages. Just wanted to make sure you were okay." He paused and looked down, away from her eyes.
"Oh I'm fine. Just been busy. You know, running around. How was your weekend?" She wasn't going to beat around the bush. Even though her bush was on fire and he had the perfect hose to put the fire out.
"It was okay. Had a nice night Friday with your friend Nikki. Nice woman, we…"
Rachel quickly stopped him with a raised hand. "Oh fuck you. I don't want to hear about it. All she's been talking about was her weekend of incredible sex. The oral sex and the blow–up dolls and all the other kinky shit. I can't believe you. Typical man."
"Blow–up dolls?"
Rachel couldn't hold back the tears and emotional waves of anger and hurt. "You really hurt me, Tyler."
He looked around and then took Rachel's arm. He tugged her out of her chair and pulled her into the small empty office across from her cubicle.
"You told me you didn't want to be committed to me. You told me that we should slow down and to maybe see other people. You said I was being a little too forward wanting to just see you exclusively after a few weeks."
"I'm a woman, you doofus. I say a lot of things. It doesn't mean I want them. First chance you get, you're out fucking Nikki and I'm like a past conquest."
Tyler took a deep breath. "Nikki told me all about the things you were telling her so yes, I went out with her. Why not? She's a pretty little woman and I was pissed off."
Rachel struggled for control and tried her best to hold the tears back.
"Rachel, we were out at dinner and she was flirting and looking sexy. She told me you two had talked and some of the things you and I had done. So I did something that night I hadn't done before."
"Anal?"
"Um, well, actually I haven't done that either, but I told her no. I told her that even though you were done with me that I still wanted you, not her."
Rachel was taken aback. "But her car was parked outside your apartment all night."
"How did you know her car was there?"
Busted. She had been caught spying on him and could do nothing but blush and close her eyes against the expression on his face.
Tyler continued. "She told me she was impressed and understood. Even though you aren't ready to be with only me, I don't care. I'll wait. She still offered me a mind–melting blowjob though."
Rachel looked down, feeling badly about some of the things she said. Most of it wasn't true, but she was still afraid to give in to her true feelings.
"To answer the whole car question, my buddy George was there at the bar and he joined us. Nikki and George hit it off and she asked if she could leave her car at my place. I wanted to go home, and George said he'd take good care of her. So he brought her back on Sunday." He laughed, "I guess they, um, had a good first date."
Rachel couldn't face him. She was so embarrassed by everything. Where was something to crawl under and hide when you needed it?
Tyler reached out and grabbed her shoulders. He turned her body towards him. "Look at me."
Obediently, she looked up into those big brown eyes and two things happened. One was the instant weakness in her legs. This man knew how to look at a woman and own her. The other was an overwhelming urge to strip him down and have him for lunch.
"I understand you being cautious. I know men have messed with you in the past. Rachel, I'm not talking about a white–picket fence type of scenario. I really, really like you. We fit well together." He paused. "In a lot of ways." His mouth curved into a grin. "I don't want to date or see other women. I want you."
"I'm so sorry. I was an idiot, and I let my past scare me. It's tough. Every time I like someone things get all screwed up. It's like a curse. I really like you too, Tyler. You are so nice and treat me so well. Being with you, sharing things, um, showing things. I'm just…a bit afraid, I guess."
He leaned in and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, so tender yet so romantic. This was what she loved about Tyler. Good timing and great instinct.
They paused when they heard smootching sounds coming from outside the office.
"One second." Rachel walked around him and pulled the shades closed. Then she closed the door and locked it.
She hoped her smile spoke for her as she stepped back to him.
"Just think how much money you'll save in automotive repairs." He chuckled.
She laughed back. "Well, I do kinda prefer getting full service, anyways."
"I just happen to have an appointment open, like, now."
THE END
About the Author
A lifelong Californian, S.L. Carpenter began writing humorous little stories many years ago, finally finding a home for them when ePublishing began its rise to prominence. He would like you to know, right up front, yes…he's a guy.
His talent for short stories led to more in–depth novellas and eventually to the two–dozen–and–more titles currently available, many in print. Readers have clamored for more of his Dark Lord tales, devoured the Strange Lust anthologies, and enjoyed the Partners in Passion series, (as well as other novels he has co–written with Sahara Kelly). There are no boundaries to the imagination, as far as S.L. Carpenter is concerned, although you will find many of his heroes looking for redemption and salvation in the arms of the right woman.
Comfortably at home in the contemporary genre, he's a writer who is unafraid to lay bare the eccentricities of sex. He manages to add his trademark humor to everything he writes, and this is another lure to his readers; his ability to mix heat and laughter into a realistic storyline.
Married for over twenty–five years to the woman he describes as the love of his life, S.L. Carpenter has raised a family relatively unscathed, and lives the day–to–day existence of someone he considers average. He enjoys football and baseball (go A's), has an encyclopedic knowledge of movies, lives and writes with various kinds of music playing in the background and confesses to a bit of a "thing" for Kate Beckinsale in leather. Average? His friends and readers would disagree.
Here are some of the titles which have delighted his fans over the last decade: (For a complete list, please visit his website. The address/link is below.)
Strange Lust
More Lust
Dark Lust
Betty and the Beast
Justin and Eleanor
No Limits
Pure Sin
In The End
Learning to Love Again
Whispers in the Dark
Princesses Gone Wild
Broken
Suite 69
Need You Now
Amuse Me
Remember When
Hired Help (Working Stiffs Book 1)
More than a few of these titles are also available in print from various publishers and vendors. If you're interested in that information, you can find out more at the website address below. Or drop him an email. He loves to hear from readers.
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When not penning his twistedly delightful tales, S.L. Carpenter puts on another hat–that of artist. He is an award–winning cover artist with a reputation for brilliance, and has created stunning images for many New York Times and USA Today best sellers. He has served as art director for several e–publishers over the last few years, and has taken that passion to the next logical step by starting a small on–line business devoted solely to art within the literary world.
Partnered again with Sahara Kelly (they really do manage to share a lot of similar interests despite the geographical separation) S.L. Carpenter is now co–owner and Chief Creative Officer of P and N Graphics, LLC. Working with authors, designers, publishers and anyone who needs good art, P and N Graphics is slowly but steadily gaining clients who enjoy the chance to work closely on their vision with their artists, and everyone is delighted with the results.
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Here's a snippet of one of S.L. Carpenter's most recent best–selling novels.
OWNED
S.L. Carpenter
"For Eric and Lauren, a new adventure in their relationship awaits. It's one of sexual exploration, submission and ownership.
But ownership comes with a price. They'll have to decide if they're ready to pay it."
Excerpt:
"We need
to do something about this situation. I know we are exclusive to each other but the waiting just kills me."
Lauren shrugged. "I know. But this is all we have. This is what we decided."
With a heavy sigh Eric said, "You know, we go through this once a month or so. We have a great time and have to rush away."
Eric was a little upset. Lauren didn't argue with what he was saying but this was the relationship they had. This is how it had to be.
"Yeah, I know. No ties. Keep things loose so our lives won't be tied to the day–to–day drama of a relationship."
"Exactly." Lauren looked around for her clothes. "We have busy lives. I'm not looking for a husband."
"Well I'm not looking for a wife either, but, I don't know. I'd like to have a little more control. More time to get to know each other a little better."
Lauren nodded. "I have thought about it. I like how things are, though. Don't you have fun when we get together?"
Eric smirked and he wiggled his eyebrows. "Well, I can't complain about that."
"Didn't think you would." She blushed as she put her underwear on and walked to the mirror.
Eric sat up, frustrated. "I don't always want to be the one waiting for you to call. Waiting for you to make time in your schedule to fit me in. I like fitting into you, but you know what I mean."
"You think too much."
"Come here." Eric patted the bed beside him. "You know what, Lauren? I want a weekend. One weekend, three days, and I want you to be mine the whole time. Whatever I want, whatever I desire. You'll be there for me, just me, and I will take care of everything else."
Lauren asked, "What do you mean, whatever you want?"
He was serious now and wanted to make sure Lauren knew what he was saying. "I want complete control over you."
"Like a slave? I'm not sure I could do something like that."
"Have you ever thought about not having to worry about sex? About what to do, how to act, what I wanted? You ever wanted to have a break from deciding where to eat, where you were going and just have someone tell you and that was it?"
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