by Mia Ford
"You won't believe it, Spike, but Sandy wants me to go out with a guy who has three nipples," I said as I carried the big bundle of fur into the kitchen. I set him down on the counter where he posed nobly. "What do you think.”
He blinked lazily.
“Doesn’t impress you, huh?”
I poured his dry food into a tiny bowl and then gave him a splash of milk in a saucer. He raced to the saucer first.
I wasn’t sure what to do with myself now that I had nowhere to rush to. No motions to write or briefs to get filed or witnesses to prep or depositions to take. I could sit in front of the television all day. Order pizza to be delivered.
“Spike, I think it would be a nice day to light the fireplace, don’t you?”
He looked at me licking his chops.
Even though Sandy was my best friend I’d never tell her that I really was lonely. I joked about the guys she tried to fix me up with but a part of me way deep down inside was always optimistic. Stranger things had happened than a blind date actually working out, right?”
But even after all these years I still thought of Lucas. I remembered the way his hair curled over his forehead. I remembered the way his hands felt. I remembered that first wild kiss after graduation at his house. That seemed like a century ago. It was fun to reminisce every once in a while. Like now I would imagine what I’d tell him if I happened to bump into him someplace.
"I'm sure he's married now with some supermodel as his wife who had in-vitro-fertilization in order to have perfect babies who'd be raised by a slew of nannies," I told Spike. "She'd probably have to sign a prenup."
I walked into my living room. It was small and rustic with a wood burning fireplace and etched glass in each window on either side of the brick chimney.
My high school yearbook was in the corner of the bookshelf. I grabbed it took a seat on my country patterned couch. Flipping through quickly I found Lucas Prine. His quote was YOLO.
"That is so nerdy," I smirked. Then I flipped over to my page and nearly screamed.
“Ugh. Did you have enough hair poofed out?” I was embarrassed. “No wonder you did get any dates in high school. These aren’t the droids you're looking for. What a genius.” I spat sarcastically, reeling from the stupidity that came with being a teenager.
I did a lot of dumb things. Right now, taking this humiliating stroll down memory lane was one of them. Still, I flipped back to Lucas’s picture and smiled.
“Yeah, if I happened to bump into him someplace I’d pretend I didn’t remember who he was. Then I’d let him do all the talking. You look great, Tilly. I'm in town on business. I'm staying at the Four Seasons. Of course, he would be." I looked at Spike who had stretched out on the floor with a full belly. "Then I'd say Great. Gotta go. And just walk away. I wouldn’t look back or say anything mean because that would be exactly what he wanted. Nope. Just Gotta go. Keeping it classy, girl.”
That was what I thought of as I got dressed in a pair of comfy baggy blue jeans and a flannel shirt. I needed to collect some firewood. It was going to be a fabulously cold night tonight.
Chapter 23 – Lucas
When I woke up it took several minutes to figure out where I was. I knew it wasn't my apartment. There were hot pink, sheer curtains hanging over the windows doing nothing to keep the morning sun from blasting me right in the eyes. There were melted candles on the nightstand next to me that gave off a headache-inducing smell like gardenia or peony or some other sickeningly sweet flower.
"Good morning." I heard her voice and looked to my left. She was pretty, even with leftover mascara smudged underneath her eyes and bits of dried lipstick around the corners of her mouth. I had no idea what her name was.
"Good morning," I mumbled.
“Would you like some coffee?” She offered.
“Yeah.” I rubbed my eyes and scooted away from her. “That would be great.”
“I’ll be back in a minute.” She leaned over and forced her lips against mine awkwardly.
She was completely naked with a tramp-stamp tattoo across her lower back. It said something stupid I remember like Carpe Diem or Carpe Noctem with swirly scrolls around it. Her body was good though.
In a flash, everything came back to me. Everything but her name.
China Club was a trendy warehouse converted into a club. Of course, there was a line of people wrapped all the way around the corner. I pulled up in my new Ferrari that I had bought here in New Hampshire rather than paying the fee to have my old car transported all the way from Chicago.
I walked right in after slipping the doorman a hundred dollar bill. Once I was inside I let the thump-thump-thump f the club music flood all rational thoughts out of my head. I was in a hurry. I wanted what I came here to get and I saw her standing next to the bar with two other girls. She was wearing a black nylon blouse over a black bra that looked at least two sizes too small for her breasts. Her skirt was white leather and her legs were bare until they came to her stiletto ankle boots.
I went to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack Daniels. Then another. Then another. All the while I watched her. I stared at her face then let her see my eyes grope her breasts. She liked it, I could tell even though she rolled her eyes at me. But it didn't take long for her friends to find someone to dance with while she held their spot at the bar. She wasn't really holding their spot. She was waiting for me to come over. But I wouldn't. So she came to me. In the span of no more than twenty minutes we each did two shots of tequila.
It didn’t take long for her dump her friends and come with me out in the alley.
I liked how she kissed. I reminded me of when I was younger. Her lips were soft and she flicked her tongue delicately at my lips like she was too shy to totally French kiss. But she wasn’t too shy for me to slip my hand up her skirt.
I pressed her against the brick wall of the club. The music could still be heard outside but what I wanted to hear was her panting. She kept kissing me, letting little groans escape her lips every time I brushed her clit.
She wasn’t shy either. Her hand quickly slid down to my crotch and she massaged my hard cock through my pants. I couldn’t deny I was stiff and at attention but I wanted to make it last. I didn’t want to think about anything but fucking for a long time.
With her thighs slick and her body nearly ready to snap I spun her around and pulled her ass up against my crotch. With one hand I reach down between her legs and found her sweet clit again. With the other, I rubbed her breast that had bust loose from the bra but was still trapped behind the nylon shirt. Her nipple was hard and with every pinch and tweak, she gasped, pushing her ass into my crotch.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I whispered in her ear. Eagerly she nodded her head.
I lead her by the hand to my car parked in front of the line of people waiting to get into the club. I could tell by her face that she enjoyed getting into my Ferrari as much as she did having me tease her clit.
Before the engine was on she had her head in my lap and my zipper all the way down.
My hard dick nearly ripped through my Jockeys as her pretty red lips parted. She licked the tip like she was taking her time with an ice cream cone. I was going crazy.
“I live at 42 Pullam. Do you know where that is?” She breathed while brushing the tip of my member against her bottom lip.
“Yeah. I do.” I said. Just as I turned to head in the direction of Pullam she swallowed my cock whole.
“Oh God!” I could barely stay on the road. She slowly sucked up my shaft to the very tip before sliding all the way back down again. Over and over she did this as I drove almost thirty miles over the speed limit to get to her place.
Finally, I parked. I was ready to pop right there but she stopped and leaned back in the seat.
“Want to come upstairs?” She asked, her breast still peeking out from her bra.
From the car to her apartment was a blur but once we were inside behind her locked front door she had he
r top off and her panties down with her skirt hiked all the way up on her hips.
We were in her bedroom.
I had fallen onto the bed and pulled her on top of me. We kissed and sucked her fantastic tits while she stroked my throbbing member.
"I want to taste you," I whispered to her. Without letting me up, she brought her wet pussy to me and gently eased down over my hungry lips. I wrapped my hands around her ass and guided her movements up and down as my tongue slid over and over her clit. I could feel her body stiffen as she began to writhe and pant even heavier as her orgasm approached. But I didn't want her to come. Not yet.
“Please don’t stop.” She panted.
“No. No. You’ve been a bad girl.” I whispered. “I’m going to fuck you all night.”
“Yeah?” she pleaded. “Please fuck me.”
“Everyone is going to know you had your pussy rode on all night. They’re going to know how much you loved getting fucked.”
She must have never had anyone talk dirty to her because before I knew it she had slipped down over my thick cock and was riding me hard.
Her tits bounced beautifully as her pussy worked my dick. I put my hands gently on her ass, feeling it jiggle beneath my fingers. She must have liked that because each time I gave her a little squeeze her hips bucked faster.
Finally, I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer. I reached down to her clit and teased it with quick flicks of my finger sending her into a wild fit of desire. She bucked and bounced like a fish out of water and her voice climbed higher and higher.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” She screamed. “Right there! Don’t stop!”
I couldn’t stop. She was milking my dick dry and just when I thought she was done she’d start again as her body trembled and rocked with wave after wave of pleasure tearing over her.
“I can’t stop!” She panted in my ear. “It feels too good!”
That it did. But before she could come again I slipped out of her, flipped her over on her stomach and entered her from behind. She cried out in pleasure and pushed her ass into me devouring my whole cock.
I reached between her legs and within seconds her body tightened around my dick. I fucked her good and hard, my balls slapping happily against her ass, my fingers teasing her button that was plump and juicy until I felt her floodgates open and her body rock back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until we both collapsed totally spent.
I pretty much passed out after that.
Once she was out of the room I rubbed my face and quickly sat up. My pants were draped over the end of the bed. Quickly I climbed into them, zipped up and buckled my belt. It was then that the news that pushed me over the edge came flooding back to me. My dad had called. He and Jenna had been married for four years. Nothing had gotten any better between us except the proximity of where we lived. I was in New Hampshire and they were in Chicago.
Sure I went home for holidays and my birthday but as soon as I stepped in the door Jenna would already have an excuse as to why I couldn’t stay for the full week I was supposed to.
But it wasn’t a visit that sent me to the nearest club to drink myself into the bed of some strange party girl.
“Lucas?” The girl called my name from the kitchen. What was her name? I couldn’t remember.
“Yeah?”
“Do you want cream or sugar?”
"Black is fine," I answered. I pulled on my Dolce & Gabbana t-shirt and could smell the cigarette smoke all over it. That meant my Charles Tewitt dress shirt probably also smelled like an ashtray and would need to be dropped at the dry cleaners. I saw my socks but couldn't find my shoes. I had to have them. I had to get those on before whats-her-face came back in here. Where the hell did they disappear to?
“Here you go.” She handed me a mug plain white mug. She took a sip out of a pink mug with the words This may very well be filled with wine written on it.
"That was quick," I muttered.
"Why have you dressed already?" she pushed her naked body past me making sure to rush one breast against my hand as she did so.
“I’ve got to get going.” I lied. “I’ve got a lot to do today.”
"Like what?" She crawled on top of her bed, slowly and carefully still holding her coffee cup. With her free hand, she pulled up her sheet but barely covered her naughty bits with it. She looked ridiculous in the light of day.
Sure she was pretty and built but it was Saturday morning and I had a whole mess of mess on my mind that needed to be sorted through.
“A lot of stuff I tried to forget last night. Thanks for giving me such a nice distraction. But I’ve got to go.”
“Fine.” She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes while biting her lip. “See you around.”
I knew what she was doing. She was trying to make me feel the way I was making her feel. The truth was that I really didn’t care how she felt. Hell, I couldn’t even remember her name.
“I’ll give you a call.” I lied again.
"Whatever." She snapped and loudly sipped her coffee. Her attitude was starting to make me mad. I looked at the floor.
“Where are my shoes?” I griped.
“I don’t know. Where’d you leave them?” She replied smartly.
"Look. I'm not playing some kind of game with you. Here's the deal. I'm not going to call. I'll probably never be in that club again. You and I were nothing more than a casual thing. So now that you know the truth can you tell me where my fucking shoes are so I can get the hell out of here?"
The look on her face was enough to scare sobriety into me. She whipped the sheet off her body, stood up for the bed, slipped on an oversized t-shirt and stomped past me elbowing me along the way.
I carefully followed her out of the bedroom hoping she wasn't heading toward the kitchen to retrieve a carving knife. In the little front room, she scooped up my shoes and held them in her hand.
"Thanks," I mumbled. But she wasn't picking them up to hand them to me. She walked to the front door, opened it up and stepped out into the hallway. I was sure she was just making sure I got her point. Take your shoes and get the hell out of my house. But that wasn't all she wanted me to know.
The clank-clang of a heavy metal door opening echoed down the hallway. Outside the Exit sign was the fire escape. Whats-her-name dangled my shoes over the edge.
“Wait! No!” I barked but it was too late. She dropped them down six stories into the alley. Without another word she slid past me, her elbow painfully finding my ribs again, then went back into her apartment slamming the door behind her.
Thank goodness my keys and wallet were still in my pants.
I can't blame her for being mad but she didn't have to throw my shoes away. I'd probably have to get a tetanus shot after walking in stocking feet in an alley. Besides, I wasn't the one playing games. She thought she had me fooled like I was going to get all blue-balled and frustrated because she pretended not to care if I called her. If she knew I didn't even remember her name she probably would have tossed me off the fire escape. I chuckled a little at that. But as soon as I made it downstairs I wasn't laughing. Half a dozen people were staring at me as I shuffled barefoot across the cheaply decorated lobby.
I don't know if it had rained sometime during the night or not but the sidewalk and alley were wet. Now I was pissed off.
The whole reason I even went out last night was because of my conversation with Jenna. She called yesterday leaving half a dozen messages like she always does that I needed to call back. Everything with her was important. I had to drop everything I was doing just because she called. I can tell you how many times that actually happened. Never.
Why should this time be any different?
But when my dad called and left a message demanding to know why I didn’t call Jenna back I knew something was up.
“Lucas?” Jenna asked when I answered the phone.
“Yeah, Jenna. What is it that’s so important?” I grumbled.
“Lucas. Now
isn’t a good time. I really wanted to talk to you earlier but you insisted on ignoring my calls. I’ll have to call you back.”
“Jeez, Jenna.” I huffed. “Why does everything have to be a drama with you? I’m here, on the phone. Just tell me what the hell was so important.”
"Your father is going in for an emergency coronary bypass. We're at the hospital right now. I'll call you when it's all over."
She just hung up. Can you believe that? That she had just hung up after telling my dad was having his heart operated on. Who does that?
Quickly I dialed her number again but it went right to voicemail. I’m sure the bitch was just looking at my number and laughing to herself. I waited all day for her to call me back. When she finally did all she could tell me was that my dad was in his room and resting and that she’d call me tomorrow. That was yesterday.
I didn't know what to do? So I did what I always do when things get too intense. I went to a bar and spent my money like the fountain could never dry up and picked up whats-her-name to fuck for a couple hours.
I finally found my shoes. One had fallen into a puddle of God knows what. The other had fallen dangerously close to the dumpster but thankfully whats-her-name's aim wasn't that good and it just landed on the sidewalk.