“Emma, shh!” I laugh, looking around. How can she just blurt these things out without thinking of who’s around us.
“So you’re not denying it.”
I look at her and my face breaks into a huge smile.
“I can’t hide anything from you,” I say. She lifts her arms up in celebration.
“Yes!!!! I’m so happy!” She grabs me and gives me another hug. “Tell me everything. When, how, what,” she pauses. “Who?”
I’m blushing now and I can’t help it. She inhales dramatically and brings a hand up to her chest.
“Valerie Brooks! Who was it!” She’s laughing now and guides me over to a table. We sit down and I wait for the waitress to give us a menu and take our drink orders before I say anything to Emma. She’s staring at me.
“Val, if you don’t start talking I’m going to jump over this table and strangle you. What happened!!”
“It was the doctor,” I finally blurt out.
Emma’s jaw drops. “No!”
“Yep,” I say, laughing.
“The doctor?!”
“The doctor.”
“And he made you… he got you there?” Now she’s the one who’s tongue tied.
“You’ll never believe what happened.”
I tell her every detail from the morning, starting with picking up the keys from the other real estate agent. She’s hanging on my every word and laughing and asking me for more details. I only pause my story when the waitress comes back to take our orders. When she walks away I continue.
“He just grabbed me and kissed me and I didn’t know what to do so I ran away!”
“You ran away? What do you mean you ran away?”
“I mean like I turned around and ran out the door.”
Emma is cackling and people at the next table are turning their heads.
“I don’t even know why, it was like my brain just nope’d out of the situation and I had to leave,” I laugh. “I made it to my car and then I turned back. He had ran out of his apartment after me and we kissed again out on the street.”
“This is like, some RomCom shit. You ran away and then ran back and he had come out to run after you?! If it was raining it could have been in The Notebook.”
I laugh. It’s nice to talk to her, to digest what’s just happened. I feel like I can relax and think about the crazy morning I’ve had.
“So tell me about the sex. I want to hear everything. How big was his cock?” She holds up her hands, index fingers an inch apart. “Tell me when,” she says with a raised eyebrow before slowly starting to spread her fingers apart from each other.
I laugh, but still, I hesitate. Somehow it doesn’t feel right to tell her every detail about that. It was so intimate, so private. I want to keep it that way but I’m not sure why. I ignore her hands and keep talking.
“Yeah I don’t know it’s kind of a blur. We just… it just happened.”
The waitress reappears with our food and it saves me from skirting her questions any more. I change the subject.
“So what about you, Em? You sounded a bit down about that guy not calling you back.”
“Oh, I’m not down,” she says. “I’m fine. It’s fine.” She waves it away but I can tell there’s a sadness in her eyes. “I just thought we had a bit of a connection I guess. Like, we talked a lot more than just a hookup, you know? We laughed a lot and I slept over and I thought that he wanted to see me again.”
“Maybe he’s just a jerk. It sounds like he was using you.”
“Probably.” Her eyes are still sad when she looks at me. “Rejection just sucks, you know? Especially when I felt like we actually got along. As many single people as there are in New York, having an actual connection doesn’t actually happen that often.”
“Believe me, I know.”
She shakes her head and changes the subject. “Enough about me. It was just a random hookup and I made the mistake of getting attached. It was one night! It’ll blow over though, I don’t even remember his name.”
I think she’s lying about that last part but I don’t push it. It’s rare for her to be vulnerable like this, and I know her well enough to just let it go for now. She’ll open up when she’s ready, and it’s nice to be here together and share this moment with her.
“And you know what they say,” she continues. “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. I see that you’ve finally taken that advice to heart.”
I can feel myself blushing at her words but I can’t help but laugh along with her. She has a way of making me feel good about anything, and I feel so lucky to have her as a friend. We finish our food and I’m happy that I’ve come to see her.
She gives me a big hug when we leave and squeezes me tight. I think she’s tearing up when she backs up and looks at me.
“I’m really, really happy about you and Doctor O. You deserve to be happy and have lots and lots of orgasms.”
I laugh and say goodbye. Maybe she’s right, I do deserve to be happy. I can’t help but smile at the thought of going back to Clay’s house tonight.
Chapter 26 - Clay
I keep checking the clock. How long can one lunch take! She said she’d be back for dinner but the afternoon seems to be dragging on. I’ve cleaned my house from top to bottom and organised everything, making sure my TV worked and thought of some movies we could watch. I even scrubbed my microwave for some reason, as if she’s going to open it up and check that it’s clean.
I know I’m just trying to keep myself busy, to stop myself watching the clock. It’s not working. I haven’t been this excited to see a girl since I was in high school. It’s taking all my self control to not text her twelve times. It’s like I don’t even know myself anymore. Maybe it’s the thrill of giving her her first orgasm, the novelty will wear off and I’ll be back to myself in a couple days.
I hope so.
Still, it’s kind of thrilling to feel like this. To care about what she thinks and what she says. Plus, I can’t wait to have my arms wrapped around that tight body of hers again, feeling her tits pressed up against me and her nipples hardening. Just the thought of her nakedness makes me want her, badly.
My phone dings and I practically pounce on it. It’s her. The novelty certainly hasn’t worn off yet.
Hey, just at home changing and showering. You still down for Thai food tonight?
My fingers can’t type fast enough.
Sounds good but I don’t care about the food. I just want to eat you. Get back here I’m dying to taste your pussy again.
I pause before hitting send. Maybe that’s coming on a bit too strong. I don’t know if she’s into dirty talk, she’s only just had her first orgasm. I erase the message and restart.
Sounds good. What time do you think you’ll be over?
7ish :)
Sevenish. That’s two more hours away. My heart sinks.
Get a grip! I’m a grown man, I can wait two hours. I pop on one of the movies I’d chosen earlier and grab a beer out of the fridge to help the time go by.
Finally an eternity later my buzzer rings. I jump-hop out of my seat and over to the intercom.
“It’s me!” Her voice rings over the speaker. I buzz her up. My palms are sweaty. I can’t wait to see her and feel her in my arms again. I want more time with her to explore her body, get to know every curve and every bend. I want to taste her again and make her come again and again and again.
A light knock at the door and she’s here.
“Hey,” she says simply, holding up a big bag of styrofoam containers. “I brought food! I’m not sure what you like but I got my favourites so that’s what you’re stuck with.”
She’s dressed like she was in my office, in a simple tank top and jeans. I’ve never seen her look so good. Her hair is cascading all around her and she’s smiling at me in that honest, innocent smile that lights up her face.
I say nothing, just lean down and crush my
lips against hers. They taste better than I remember. I grab the bag of food out of her hands and place it on the counter, turning around to lift her up over my shoulder. Her feet are dangling in front of me and I put my arm across her thighs.
“I’ve been dying here on my own,” I tell her as I carry her towards my bedroom.
“Poor you,” she says sarcastically.
I throw her down on the bed and jump on top of her. I’ve been thinking of this all day, of having her body underneath mine. I devour her lips and move down towards her neck. I trace the line of her collarbone with my lips and bring my hands over her stomach, her breasts, her arms. I breathe in and feel the hammering in my chest as her perfume fills my nostrils.
My head spins and my body takes over. She’s under me, around me, over me. Her hair falls across her face and her mouth opens and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. I can’t help myself, I just want to be closer, closer, closer. The sound of her moans is music, the touch of her skin is magic. I don’t think about what it means that my heart is soaring every time I look at her or touch her. All that matters is her, and her pleasure, and her body here next to mine.
She sits up so that she’s straddling me and pulls her tank top off over her head. She unclasps her bra and throws it to the side and my hands fly up to grab her tits. They’re perfect and soft and she leans into my touch, closing her eyes as I feel her body.
Val opens her eyes back up and moves down my legs, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my legs. I help her pull my boxers down and my hard cock springs free. She grabs it in her small hand and starts stroking it gently up and down. I groan, it feels so good.
I watch as she works her hand up and down the shaft and my cock gets harder in response. My breath catches in my throat when she leans her head down and kisses the tip of it. Her mouth opens and I feel the warmth of her lips over the head of my cock. The feeling is insane. My cock fills her mouth and she starts bobbing her head up and down.
I can’t keep my eyes off her, off my cock going in and out of her mouth and her hair cascading on either side. I run my hands through her hair and gather it all behind her head, moving my hand with the motion of her head.
The sound of her licking and sucking my cock is almost too much to handle. She swirls her tongue around the tip and I moan in pleasure. This is the best feeling in the world.
“Val,” I breathe.
She moans in response, not slowing down her movements. Her hand is cupping my balls and she uses her other hand to stroke the bottom of my shaft as her mouth works the top. I can feel my balls tighten up towards my cock and I use her hair to pull her off me. I’m breathing hard.
“Val, you need to stop. I don’t want to come yet.”
She moves her hand to her lips and wipes a bit of spit away. The look in her eyes is pure lust and just looking at her makes me want to explode.
Chapter 27 - Valerie
Clay’s looking at me, panting. He puts his hands under my arms and pulls me up towards him, crushing his lips against mine and wrapping himself around me. The heat from his body sends sparks flying through me every time he touches me.
The way Clay touches me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s like he’s everywhere around me, his heat passes through me and his hands are touching me everywhere at once. Every time his fingers trail over my skin I feel an electric current straight to my centre. His touch is soft and then all of a sudden his hands are gripping my waist and I want nothing more than to feel him inside me.
I roll to my side and pull off my jeans. As soon as I kick them off he grabs my hips, turning me over so that I’m straddling him. I’m wearing nothing but the lacy black thong I chose this afternoon and I can feel his hard cock pressed against my hip bone. I’ve never felt so alive. All I want is his cock inside me. I can feel the excitement growing in the pit of my stomach as I grind my hips slowly and listen to him groan.
I want to feel it again. I want to feel the orgasm course through my body, making me tingle and contract. I put my hands on his chest and lean forward while he grabs my ass. The touch of his hands is electrifying. I slide my hands down, feeling every bump of his abs until I reach his crotch. I grab his cock and feel the smooth hardness of his it in my hand. It feels hot in my hand as I stroke it gently. He reaches down and slides on a condom before slipping my panties to the side.
I can feel his hardness at my entrance, and the fabric of my panties is rubbing my lips and clit and making them extra sensitive. I sit back and his cock slides into me. A moan escapes my open lips as my other lips part to let him enter me. Inch by inch, he slides in until I’m sitting back on him. His hands are all over me, gripping me down and pulling me into him. I feel whole.
It feels better than good, better than great. My body bounces and grinds on top of him and I feel the pressure of my orgasm growing inside me. It’s almost instinctive now, it’s easy to feel the heat growing inside me. Instead of focusing on it I look at Clay, at his face and the way his eyes are locked into mine.
There’s nowhere else to be, nowhere to go. This is where I’m meant to be. He moves his finger to my tender bud and the touch sends shivers through my entire body. I lean into him, taking him deeper inside me as my walls contract around him. His fingers work their way around my bud and I feel the orgasm growing in the pit of my stomach.
With his other hand, Clay pulls himself deeper into me and moves his hips to push himself even further inside. It feels good to be full of him, too good. I can’t help it anymore, the pleasure in my centre explodes and I go flying over the edge.
The third orgasm of my life sets my body on fire until my vision blurs and my body shivers. He thrusts into me and I feel his cock harden even more right before he fills the condom with his seed. He grunts in satisfaction and our bodies contract around each other outside of our control. I collapse on top of him and he wraps his arms around me, kissing my forehead softly.
We lay motionless until our heartbeats slow and the breath returns to our bodies.
“How do you do that,” I ask.
Clay chuckles. “It just feels good between us. It’s not me, it’s us.”
I lift my head and look in his eyes. He’s not being sarcastic. My body seems to fit perfectly into his, and I nuzzle into him a bit more. Maybe it is just good between us, maybe this is different from everyone else’s sex. It feels like we’re irresistibly drawn to each other.
“I tried the vibrator,” I confess.
“Oh yeah?” his voice is almost tentative.
“It didn’t work. I couldn’t do it. I don’t know how I can do it with you, it’s just… different.”
“We’ve clicked.”
We lay in silence for a while. It feels good to be open with him, to be honest about my problem. Well, I guess it’s not so much of a problem anymore. He’s unlocked something in me, something that was buried deep. When he touches me I can let go.
I lay in his arms and breathe in his scent. This is the most comfortable I’ve ever been. I look up at his face and he tilts his chin down to meet my gaze. He places a soft kiss on my forehead and pulls me in closer to him. I’d trade any sale, any leaderboard for this feeling.
Chapter 28 - Clay
I want to tell her everything about me, about my life and upbringing, about my time at medical school. My time as a stripper. How I worked on this apartment until it was completely transformed. About my ex, and the way she hurt me. I want her to know everything about me and I want to know everything about her. But every time I open my mouth the words catch in my throat and I can’t tell her anything. She’s in my arms and I feel more content than I’ve felt in years but I’ve lost my ability to speak.
I feel a twinge in my chest when I try to relax into the feeling. I can’t let that happen again, let myself be stomped on and crushed by a woman. I take a deep breath and try to harden myself. I’ll get bored of her like I get bored of every girl. But then, as if she senses my unease, she lift
s her hand and runs her fingertips all over my chest, back and forth across until I have no choice but to relax into her touch.
“So why are you selling this place,” she asks, breaking the silence. “It’s beautiful.”
“I’m moving,” I respond, blurting it out.
“Oh yeah?” Her voice sounds a bit strained, like her words are ever so slightly forced.
“To Seattle.”
Her body tenses slightly. “Seattle?”
“For work. The country’s best cardiologist is there and I want to learn from him. I’ve been working towards it since I started medical school and it finally looks like it’s going to happen.”
“That’s really great, congratulations,” she says, but her voice is flat. She doesn’t seem to be happy for me at all. At least it’s out in the open now. Don’t get attached, girl, because I’m leaving. You’re lucky you’ve seen me twice as it is.
The realisation that I’m leaving hits me now. Of course I shouldn’t open up to her, I’m leaving! I’m moving across the country and I have no time for this as it is. This is just a bit of fun caused by a mutual attraction. She needed help getting off and I’m here to provide that help. That’s all. Or at least that’s what I need to keep telling myself. I’m letting this get away from me.
She sits up in the bed and looks at me, smiling. Her face is almost radiant, and I love how her hair is like a mane around her head. I can’t help but smile back. Spending a bit of time together won’t hurt. Seattle isn’t confirmed, after all.
“Let’s get some food,” she says. “I’m starving.”
“What did you get?” I ask.
“Only the best Thai food in New York! You won’t be disappointed.”
We get up and share the food she brought. I crack open a couple beers and hand her one. It’s comfortable being here with her. I like the way she tucks one foot under herself on the chair when we sit down to eat, and the way she tucks her hair behind her ear before taking a bite. It’s like she’s just as comfortable with me as I am with her.
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