by Ford, Mia
“You presume correctly,” I replied. “How about yourself?”
“Same,” Clint said. “I just got my degree in engineering.”
“Interesting,” I said. I wasn’t sure if Clint expected to be turned on by his degree or if he was just passionate about engineering because he seemed to get a little nervous after my small response. I was not feeding him much to keep the conversation going, which was the idea.
“Do you ski?” Clint asked.
“What?” I replied. His question had thrown me for a bit of a loop.
“Do you ski?” He asked again.
“I haven’t for a while, but I do enjoy skiing,” I said truthfully. That was something I made a mental note to get back into.
“Where do you usually go?” Clint asked.
I thought a moment. “Well, it’s been a few years, but I used to go to Aspen, and a few other places in Colorado.”
“Yeah, Aspen is good,” Clint said. “I’m an avid skier, but I love to go to different places all the time to challenge myself. I feel that is the only way I’m going to get better and grow, right?”
“Right, I hear that,” I said. I glanced behind him at April and Callie who were both making goofy, sexually suggestive faces trying to get me to laugh and break my cool character.
“Well, my favorite place is in Arizona,” Clint said. “It’s a place in northern Arizona, called the Snowbowl. It is amazing. The elevations really high and it gets a lot of snow each year.”
“I’ll have to remember that when I move to Arizona next week,” I said. I immediately regretted telling Clint this much about me. I felt like I might have been leading him on a bit.
Clint’s face lit up. “You’re moving to Arizona? Wow, which part?”
“Phoenix,” I said. “I got a job there.”
I really wished I could shut up, but it felt good to talk to people about the exciting changes happening in my life. Actually, I wasn’t sure if it felt good because I was proud or because I was scared to death and talking about it just seemed to help a bit.
“That’s fantastic,” Clint said. “It’s too bad you’re moving so far away.”
I smiled. “Why is that?” I already had an inkling what the answer might be. Clint could not stop glancing down at my chest. I’d chosen to wear a blouse that showed a nice bit of cleavage tonight. It was a party after all and I liked to look good when I cut loose, even if I wasn’t interested in meeting anybody.
“Well, this is probably a long shot—" Clint started.
I cut him off with a wave of my hand.
“No, no, no,” I said.
Clint was utterly confused by this gesture.
I continued. “You should never use a self-deprecating remark like that. You have no idea how I am going to answer your question, so you are shooting yourself in the foot right from the start. That’s no good.”
April and Callie were doing their level best to keep from bursting into laughter, but this was ripping their guts out. I myself was having a tough time staying in character. I was never quite this cool and charming.
“OK,” Clint said. He took a deep breath. “Kay, I find you interesting and I would love to get your number to call you sometime.”
“Now, Clint. Say what you mean,” I said teasing him. I wasn’t sure if it was the few drinks I’d had, or if I was really just having fun and didn’t want it to stop. But the words kept coming out of my mouth.
“I’m not sure if I understand that.” Clint said.
“You came over to talk to me because you find me attractive. We seem to hit if off on a few levels which just makes this interaction more fun. If you want to ask me out and see where things go, then just do it.”
Clint stood there for several seconds, a look of utter shock on his face. He didn’t know how to respond to this. It was probably the first time a girl had ever just spoken honestly and stated the obvious with him.
“OK, you’re right. Would you like to go out sometime?” Clint asked.
“I would like to, but it’s not going to happen.”
Clint staggered back a step as if someone had slapped him. He was now totally confused.
“What?” He asked.
“Clint, I think you are a great guy. You are cute and fun. But I’m moving to Phoenix next week. There would be no point in us even attempting to go out, even before then. It generally takes me a long time to get to the point in a relationship where sex even becomes a possibility. Right now I’m just not interested in starting up something. Now, that I’ve taken sex off the table entirely, would you still like to go out with me this week? Just as friends?”
I knew the answer to the question before I even asked it.
Clint didn’t know how to respond. He looked at me and at my two best friends.
“It was nice to meet you,” Clint said before walking away.
“OH MY GOD!” Callie screamed giving me a hug. “That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“That was like some sort of mental voodoo you just pulled off,” April said.
“I know, right?” I said. “I just proved a point. Once you take sex off the table you can see exactly how long it takes the guy to take a hike.”
It was true. I’d learned over the years that most guys expected sex at some point and usually relatively soon. I really didn’t have any hard and fast rules regarding when to sleep with someone. It just had to be the right time and that varied from person to person. But generally for myself I needed a strong emotional connection with someone, no matter how much I wanted them physically. Unless, I happened to be in the mood to be with someone physically and just physically. But again, I had never put limitations or rules on myself.
I tried to play off the game with Clint as me just messing around, and a good bit of it was, but a bigger issue was that I was still not over Jamie. I’d dated Jamie for the better part of a year. I saw a real future with us. But then I found out he was sleeping with someone else. That was it. I gave no second chances for infidelity. If someone cheated on me once, it was over.
I’d almost taken him back a thousand times, but I stood strong. If he did it once, then he would do it again. Hopefully he learned his lesson, but he wasn’t going to get the chance to prove it with me. I was over it.
But I wasn’t. I’d cried for weeks. After all these months later, it still hurt to think about it.
So, right then it was all about the job and starting my new life. I wanted nothing that could even have the slightest chance in hell of holding me back. I was on my way. And I was excited about every minute of it.
When I got home later that night and lay down in my old bed in my parent’s house (I’d moved out of the dorms a few days before) I felt at peace with everything. Graduation, the party—it had all been exactly what I needed to close that chapter of my life and just move on. The thing with Clint (I was hardly ever that much of a cocky, jerk) was all part of putting to rest the past and moving forward with a clean slate.
I was ready to take that next step.
As I drifted off to sleep though, a part of my mind was restless. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Callie and April had said about me being afraid to move on. I knew that on one hand they were right. I was afraid of getting hurt again, but I knew that one day I’d put myself out there again. When the time was right.
I closed my eyes and tried to dream of the future and good things to come.
Chapter Two
Sam
I strummed the last few chords of my band’s newest song “Born to Be” and held it for several seconds, letting the remnants of the chord reverberate until the final drum roll exploded behind me in an epic flurry of beats that vibrated every inch of the stage beneath my feet.
God, I loved playing music so much. It really was like a drug to me. I craved it and the more I had the more I wanted of it. It was all I’d ever wanted to do since I was twelve years old and now I was living the dream of being able to do it as a full time rock musician.
/> “Thank you Phoenix!” Chase Gallow, the lead singer of my band, shouted to the mostly empty bar as we finished our set. “We hope to see you again.”
The bar was mostly empty except for a few guys playing pool totally ignoring us, and a few sexy women in the corner who were giving us all the eye. We might actually have had a shot with some groupies tonight, I thought to myself, a bit relieved. It had been a bit of a dry spell, well at least as far as the band was concerned and female attention had been scarce lately.
“Great show tonight!” Chase said slinging his arm around my shoulder. “You were ripping it up.”
“Thanks, man,” I said. “I just did my thing.”
I knew I was one of the best guitarist and songwriters around, but unfortunately my band Quiet Solace had not quite taken off yet, though we’d been on the club circuit in the valley for about six months. My last band had showed promise but the members ultimately got sick of each other and we eventually left due to the internal turmoil and bickering. It was all too much to take.
I hoped that with my new band I’d be able to take us higher and we could break out of playing clubs within the next year or two.
The club owner came over then, thanked the band and asked us to play there a few weeks from now. We were excited to do so, especially when the club owner laid a hundred bucks on the table for us. I let the others split it three ways. I was all set for money; I wasn’t in this for chump change. Hopefully later on when the band took off and started making real money I’d be able to relish in that.
That was the plan anyway. But for now with the stipend that my bastard of a dad gave me each month, I was set.
The band sauntered over to the bar to buy a few drinks with our newfound wealth. I ordered a beer and glanced over at the group of girls in the corner. There was one I definitely had my eye on. She was curvy and voluptuous, which was just the kind of women I was attracted to. The other guys could keep the skinny girls; I needed a full figured, complete woman to keep up with me. Big breasts, curvy hips, beautiful smiles, and soft hair—that’s what turned me on to eleven.
“Hey, there,” I said to the girl I’d been eyeing. By locking eyes with her I’d given her “the signal” that she was the one I was interested in. She had given me “the signal” right back. And now it was on.
As she got close to me I could smell her sweet perfume. It was enticing and so sexy. I could hardly stop my gaze from lingering down at her beautiful, buxom chest. God, she had a wonderful chest. I felt myself getting hard just catching a glimpse of it.
“I’m Amber,” the girl said.
“I’m Sam,” I said taking her hand in mine. “Sam Allan.” I kissed it gently and looked up at her, catching her eyes in just the right way to make her blush. It was definitely on now.
“Wow, what a gentleman,” Amber teased.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m old school that way. So, what did you think of the music? Be honest.”
“As if I wouldn’t be honest,” Amber said. “I thought it was great.”
“Well, how do I know you aren’t just flattering me?” I asked.
“I guess you will just have to trust me,” Amber replied.
“I don’t know…I’ve been hurt before…” I teased.
Amber giggled. When she did her breasts bounced perfectly.
“Then I guess you will have to trust your instinct,” Amber said.
I smiled and took a sip of my beer. “I guess I can do that. I like to think my instincts are pretty good.”
“How good are they? Is that what allows you to pull such sweet music out of the guitar like that?”
I smiled.
“Wow, you are good. You know exactly what buttons to push with me. I like that.”
Amber leaned closely right then and whispered in my ear “Let’s go to your place.”
I nodded, took a swig of my beer, and started walking towards the door.
“See you guys later,” I said.
“Sure thing,” Chase replied. “Practice tomorrow at three. Don’t be late!”
I gave him a look with a goofy smiley face. Chase laughed almost snorting beer out of his nose. The guys were always giving me crap about being late to practice, and while it was true I didn’t have a regular day job taking up my time the way they did, I did live farther away from the rehearsal space (which I paid for) and I did write ninety percent of the music, not to mention booking most of the gigs. I did a lot for the band, so if I wasn’t perfectly on time there was usually a good reason for it.
When we got to my place Amber was practically all over me. She’d been squeezing me tightly the whole ride over, hanging on with her arms wrapped around my waist as I drove my motorcycle down the fairly quiet streets of Phoenix at two-thirty in the morning. Phoenix was a fun, wild town where you could always find a party or two to hit up any time of the day or night, and sometimes after a gig I was so jazzed up I did just that, but tonight luckily the party found me.
Amber was teasing me the entire ride. She kept whispering sexy things that she was going to do to me in my ear, licking my earlobe with her sweet tongue, kissing the back of my neck softly and rubbing my open belly exposed through my vest, tracing the outlines of my six pack abs I worked so hard in the gym for.
By the time we got to my loft I was so hard and horny I could have done a hundred pushups on my boner.
The moment we closed the door behind us Amber was kissing me hard on the lips, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth and pinning my own tongue down, occasionally letting it back up into the game. Her tongue was soft, sexy, and it had a strong way of eliciting even more lust out of me. Amber was an aggressive woman. I liked that. It was nice when a woman took charge in bed a bit. It turned me on and forced me to step my game up even more.
I quickly removed my vest throwing it to the floor. Amber’s eyes widened at the sight of my bare, muscular upper body. Her hands began rubbing me, tracing the lines between my muscles, her fingers resting over my nipples where she circled with her thumb and forefinger gently. This was surprisingly pleasurable. Most women didn’t know that a guy’s nipples could be sensitive too.
Amber placed one of my nipples in her wet, warm mouth and began to suck a bit on it. With her hand she instantly placed it on my crotch, tracing the outline of my bulge in my tight jeans. I was so hard I was about to burst out of them at any moment. She knew it too, as she squeezed, gently at first, but then harder condensing my package into an even more restrictive hole. All the while shoving her abnormally long tongue down my throat. I was beginning to feel completely dominated. It was a different feeling for me.
But I loved it.
I wanted nothing more at that moment than to get inside this beautiful woman. My cock wanted to break free from its cage and just release its power and glory inside of her.
Amber was now biting my nipple fairly had. I tried not to wince, but it was getting to be a bit too much pressure. Just when she thought I was about to break she eased up and resumed sucking the nipple.
Then she dropped to her knees and quickly unzipped my pants. My cock bounced free like it was spring released, flopping out standing upright almost hitting her in her beautiful face.
“Oooh,” Amber said. “That’s a big one.”
She hummed taking my cock in her hands, her fingers moving the length of my shaft as she tried to fit all of her fingers around it. But eventually she decided to use both hands, placing my dick between her two palms and stroking up and down from base to tip.
I had been blessed with a large penis. And I was more than happy to give Amber all nine inches of it very soon.
“You like that?” I teased, knowing she did.
“Oh, yeah,” Amber replied.
She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the tip of it in her hot mouth. I moaned slightly as my dick grew even harder. I looked down at her admiring the sight of this beautiful face with my dick in her mouth. It was a sight that turned me on more than just about anything else in the world.
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Amber opened her mouth wider then and engulfed my shaft as best she could, coming a little more than halfway down. I’d not yet found a woman who could take all of me in. I doubted I ever would unless I ended up with one of a select few porn stars. Most women just could not deep throat to that extent, but I did have my fantasy that one day I would have a woman who could do that. I often teased myself that if I ever found such a woman I’d have to marry her.
That was a skill that trumped all others.
Amber had great oral skills. She knew how to use her tongue, rolling it in little bounces up and down the bottom of the shaft, pausing at the area right underneath the head, which is the most sensitive part. She paused right there, rolling her tongue around and around there in tiny little circles before exhaling a hot breath on my shaft and moving down once again.
I decided I’d had enough and couldn’t take it anymore. I was about to blow my load. I had to have her.
Quickly, I pulled my dick out of her mouth and led her to the bedroom where I began to take charge a bit.
First, I removed her dress and her underpants. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her beautiful, large DD breasts bouncing perfectly. They were so large and round, the nipples huge, covering the end nicely. I buried my face between her breasts enjoying those perfectly humongous melons wrapped around my head, inhaling her sweet scent, and licking along the space of skin between them. She tasted heavenly.
Her soft moans as I glided my tongue along her skins were growing more intense. She was getting wet, I could tell. Oh, I couldn’t wait to slide into that waiting pool of sweet succulence.
I laid her gently back on the bed and amusingly admired the way her big breasts moved to opposing sides of her body. They were so large, so heavy, and thick—real breasts. They sat above her soft belly giving the most beautiful shape to this woman in front of me.
I removed all of my clothing and climbed on top of Amber. I stroked my dick as hard as I could, letting her see it and grow wetter knowing I was about to shove it all inside of her.
Which I did mere moments later.
“Fuck!” Amber let out a huge groan when I entered her.