Unwritten

by Lauren Runow

  She looks over to me and I ask, “Can I call you tomorrow?”

  “I’d love that,” she replies with a smile on her face. She looks out the window then back to me and asks, “Do you want to come in?”

  “Do you want me to come in?” I quickly respond.

  She must be remembering our playful game from the coffee shop because she states, very matter-of-factly, “If I’m going to either love you, hate you or save you, I think I need more time to figure it out,” and smiles sweetly at me.

  I laugh, so ready to play along. “I like your due diligence. How could I argue with that?” I turn off the engine, unbuckle my seatbelt and we get out of the car, walking her up to the door.

  She opens the door and there is a long staircase leading up to the second floor. Allison’s place is an old San Francisco style home with old wooden floors and thick white frame doors. It’s modern in its updates but I can tell that special attention has been made on keeping the originality of the building.

  The hallway is narrow and leads into a small living room painted blue with white trim and brown leather couches. The kitchen is off the living room and Allison walks into it placing her purse on the counter.

  “Can I get you anything to drink?”

  I’m still standing at the entrance of the living room, leaning against the wall. My heart starts to beat a little harder as I stare at her, completely lost in my own thoughts, realizing what’s really going on.

  What am I doing here? I need to leave. Yes, I need to leave. I’m totally falling for this chick but it will never work. I know this. She will find out the truth and then hate me. I don’t want her to hate me. But fuck, I’ve never wanted someone like this. If I can just have her, right here, right now. Maybe that’s why I’m so nervous? I’ve never spent this much time with someone that I haven’t fucked already. No, I must leave. She’s not a client. Say goodbye and walk out the door.

  Allison notices me standing there, not replying to her drink offer, and asks, “Penny for your thoughts?”

  Oh fuck it.

  I walk toward her with authority, my mind is made up and there’s nothing going to stop me from kissing her.

  I hold my hands up to her face, sliding my fingers through her hair as I lean in to wrap my lips around hers. Passion rips from my lips and overcomes her as she kisses me back.

  Slightly moaning from my touch, she melts in my hands. I know she feels this, too. I’m not sure what it is but I know I’ve never felt it before and it’s fucking unreal.

  Pulling her closer, I start to push my growing erection into her body, holding her even closer as my tongue entangles with hers in an amazing tango of desire, want and need.

  Barely able to breathe, I pull away from her. The feelings just got too intense. I didn’t know what was going on but when I started to run my hands from her ass to her breast, I got completely freaked out. I’ve never been so scared in my life.

  I take a shaky breath in and look her in the eyes, barely making out the words, “I’m sorry…” and turn around, running down the stairs, leaving her standing in her kitchen alone.

  Before I can even say anything I hear him shut the door and he’s gone. Just like that. Gone.

  Even though it’s late, I barge into my sister’s room, waking her up.

  “What the hell, Allison?!”

  “Sorry, but I need to talk,” I say through bated breath. “He was just here. We spent this entire time together. It was amazing. Not an awkward moment of silence the whole time. He took me to dinner and we closed the place down, again. We came back here and he kissed me. Man… he kissed me with the most intense passion I’ve ever felt. Then just like that, he left.”

  “He left? Like, it’s been a nice night, I’ll see you later, left?”

  “No, like kissing me hard one minute then he said, ‘I’m sorry’ and walked out.”

  “Oh, he’s married…” Nichole states very matter-of-factly.

  “No way… I didn’t see a ring mark. You really think that?”

  “Come on Allie, all men are scum. He was up to no good and he knew it. Maybe his brain finally kicked in. Forget about him. You’ll never see him again. Go to bed.”

  Frowning at the thought of never seeing him again, I walk out of Nichole’s room and start getting ready for bed.

  I toss and turn all night long. I can’t get the image of Allison or the feeling of her lips against mine out of my mind. Morning arrives and I’m thankful the night is finally over. Hopping out of bed, I grab my gym bag and head straight for a workout.

  CrossFit has always been my perfect escape. With my lifestyle I have to keep a low profile so I don’t have a ton of close friends. CrossFit is a unique gym atmosphere where everyone becomes more like family, encouraging each other and offering camaraderie, which is exactly what I need in my life.

  It is the one place that I’m not Mr. Ashley. Here, I’m just Charlie and I like it that way. It’s the same way I felt with Allison but I knew it wouldn’t last so I had to walk away, even though that was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

  As I walk into the gym, the song Monster by Skillet is blaring over the gym speakers and I laugh at the irony with the lyrics talking about someone’s secret side. How fitting.

  While I begin my warm-up my phone goes off with a text message from one of my clients, Gina:

  You up for a movie today?

  Hell yes! I smile to myself as I respond:

  I could be persuaded ;-)

  That’s what I like to hear. My place at 11?

  Till then, baby.

  A smile comes over my face as I exhale, knowing this is exactly what I need to get my mind off of Allison. Getting back to my workout, I have a renewed outlook on my day as I dive into the WOD.

  After pulling up to Gina’s house in the Sunset District, I check myself in the mirror before hopping out and walking up to her door.

  Knocking three small knocks on the door, I lean to the side causally waiting for her to open the door while looking down on my phone. Gina opens the door and is wearing nothing but a short silk robe.

  She’s in her late forties and is a self-proclaimed “cougar” who wants nothing more but to cum and cum hard. Her hair is brown and pulled back in a loose bun. She’s fit for her age and is not afraid to flaunt it. We always have a good time together as she’s one of my craziest clients.

  Looking up at her, I smile my cocky smile, “Well, hello there Ms. Jones. You seem ready and willing.”

  “Oh honey, I’m always willing,” she teasingly responds.

  I walk in and place my jacket over her white couch. Her place is immaculate and very gaudy. She has money and tries to show it off in every way she can. The place is decorated in expensive art and crystal vases full of fresh flowers. Totally not my style, yet none of my clients really are, only Allison. Fuck!

  “Follow me honey,” Gina whispers while walking down the hallway toward her bedroom, untying her robe. She lets it fall to the floor leaving her naked with me behind her.

  Grabbing her from behind, I pull her close and kiss her neck. She stops for a second, letting me feel over her voluptuous body as I move my hands up her breasts and push myself against her.

  She giggles as she walks into her room and over to press play on the blu-ray. A porn plays over the big screen and she walks over to the bed where I’m standing. Unbuttoning my pants, she pulls them down and frees my growing erection.

  “Mr. Ashley… Looking good baby,” she smiles as she licks up and down my cock. “Lay down,” she demands.

  I follow her command and lie down on the bed. Lying down next to me, she slides down and starts to suck and lick my cock while she watches porn.

  Yes, this is exactly what I needed. Why would I ever give something like this up? How many guys get to watch porn and have their dick sucked – all while getting paid? I know how lucky I am and I would be stupid to quit.

  I prop my arms behind my head and lie back to enjoy both the show on the TV and on my co
ck.

  After awhile, I reach down for her and start to rub her naked ass, working my way toward her clit. She responds by tilting up, giving me easier access and moving her hips with every movement I make.

  I smile knowing that she gets extra horny after watching porn and we have an amazing, long, fucking session where she is out of control and needs to cum yet fights it as long as she can, trying to prolong our entire experience. And, oh yeah, it’s so fucking good.

  She stops sucking me and slowly kisses all the way up my body. I get to lie here, doing nothing but let her take advantage of me in all the ways she wants. She even puts the condom on me before climbing on top.

  I grab her ass as she slides down on me, moaning as she takes in every inch. I watch her eyes roll back in her head before her head falls back in ecstasy. I’m hard as a rock from watching porn and feeling her wrapped around me only intensifies my desire to cum. My mind is blank except for the pure pleasure ripping through my body as Gina rides me while she slowly losses control.

  God, it’s so sexy to watch a woman lose control, especially when I’m the one bringing them to that point. I can feel her body start to grip me from the inside and I watch as pleasure ripples through her body and she screams her orgasm while gripping my chest. I push harder to ride her wave but I’m not finished. Not even close.

  I grab her waist and throw her down on the bed, rolling on top of her before slamming inside of her again. All my frustrations, concerns and fears bundled into one as I try to push them away with every strong thrust. It feels so good and I know this is exactly what I want.

  Fucking is what I do. It’s what I’m good at. It’s all I need in my life. Nothing else.

  I’m pounding her so hard and she’s screaming my name in response. It’s so intense and just as I hear her breath hitch and her body clench in another orgasm, I cum harder than I have in awhile.

  Yes, that’s exactly what I needed. Relief floods through my body as I try to catch my breath.

  I pull up, seeing Gina below me and everything negative rushes back in an instant. Fuck me.

  Flipping my phone up and down in my hands, I’m sitting on my patio in the dark. I’ve had a few drinks but no matter what I do, I can’t get Allison out of my mind.

  I fuck for a living. She’s never going to be ok with that. And why would I want this? I. Get. Paid. To. Fuck. For. A. Living.

  I take another long drink and swipe my phone on. Fuck it. It won’t hurt to look…

  Touching the Facebook icon, I search for Allison Hayes. A few people pop up and I scroll down till I see her face. Clicking on her name, her picture pops up along with her most recent post from last night:

  Had a great night, with a great guy, then just like that – it was over… What is wrong with men?!

  I frown as I take another drink.

  Why? Why did I go to Starbucks? Why did I kiss her? Why can’t I get her out of my mind?

  Clicking on a few photos, I look at them intensely. Looking at her soft pink lips makes my heart beat start to race. Damn those lips.

  Scrolling down on her page I see her contact info and she has her number there. My stomach turns at the sight and I take another drink while I stare at the number.

  No, I can’t call her.

  My mind is in a battle with my heart. My finger press the link before I even know what I’m doing and my phone starts to ring.

  “Hello…” Her voice sings over the other end.

  I’m silent. I try to speak but my mind is blank.

  She repeats her greeting more inquisitive this time, “Hello?”

  “Do you hate me?” I find my voice but it’s low and shallow.

  “Well, I don’t love you? How did you get my number?”

  “Facebook…”

  “Oh, so who’s the stalker now…?” she says and I can tell she’s smiling. Ok good sign. “You checking me out?”

  “Guilty. Can I see you again?” Shit no! Why did I say that?

  She’s silent for a few seconds and my heart sinks. “You have a knack for abruptly leaving… why should I let you do that again?”

  “I made it up to you the first time, didn’t I?”

  “So that’s how this relationship goes? You always making things up to me?”

  “This is a relationship?” I whisper.

  She doesn’t respond and I push my lips together. Man, I fucked up. “Can I come over?” My voice cracks with anticipation. I know I sound pathetic, but right now I don’t care. I just need to see her again.

  “It’s late and I’m already in bed,” she pauses and my breathing completely stops, “but ok, I’ll leave a key under the plant out front. Come on up. Be quiet though, my sister’s asleep.”

  Finally able to take a deep breath, I reply, “I’ll see you in a few,” and hang up.

  Walking back inside, I grab my keys and head out the door. I sit in my car motionless, unable to bring myself to start the car. Just do it. What harm is there in going over there? I need to find a way to get her out of my mind.

  It takes me 45 minutes to get up the courage to drive to her place. When I arrive, I find the key she hid and open up the door. Walking in, I look up the long staircase and my face goes pale. What the fuck am I doing?

  After slowly walking up the stairs and entering a hallway, I see two rooms. One room has the door shut and the other has a blue flashing light on so I assume that’s her room. She’s asleep on the bed with the television on. My breath hitches as I watch her sleep. She looks so beautiful, wearing short plaid shorts and a smooth tight tank top. The blanket barely covers her legs and her hard nipples show through her shirt.

  God, how I’d love to suck on those. A smirk comes over my face from the thought.

  Trying not to wake her up, I make my way over to the bed and curl in next to her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her body close to mine. She’s startled by my touch at first but then grabs my hand and brings it in closer to her chest. Holding me for a second, I hear her take a deep breath before turning around to face me.

  We both lay curled up on the bed facing each other. She has both hands tucked under her pillow bringing her cleavage closer together as we lay eye to eye.

  She’s so beautiful. Even like this. I can tell she has no makeup on and her hair is pulled back in a ponytail. Her sleepy smile makes me melt for once. I feel every muscle in my body relax just being next to her like this.

  “What took you so long? I gave up on you,” she says with sleep still in her voice.

  “Please don’t ever give up on me,” I seductively whisper.

  “So why did you leave so suddenly last night?”

  Focusing on her body, I move my hand slowly up her arm, “It’s complicated. I couldn’t get you out of my mind today though.”

  “Feeling’s mutual,” she blushes and I fall for her even more in this moment.

  “So how was your day?”

  “Pretty exciting actually. I’ve applied for a photography internship in Paris and I got notice that I’ll have my first interview in a couple of days,” she smiles with pride and I’m stunned.

  My breathing stops for a quick second. No, she could be going to Paris…? “Wow… Paris.” I stutter. “Tell me more about it.”

  “It’s something I’ve been eyeing for awhile. My sister Nichole knows the photographer so it’s good that I have that in. It definitely helped get my application noticed more at least. They only take a very few select photographers and it would be a huge step in my career if I’m chosen. At the end of the internship, if I show I’m worthy, I will actually get to photograph some of Fashion Week!” She can’t hide the excitement and it’s torture for me to hear. “Just getting the interview is huge. I’m so nervous.”

  “That’s great. I’d love to see your work sometime.” I’m trying to sound supportive but not doing a very good job at it.

  “Maybe if you don’t walk out on me again I can make that happen tomorrow.” There’s a hint of playfulness in her voice but I
know she’s being serious.

  “I’m really not an asshole…” I state, more like plead.

  “That’s still up for debate, Mr. Ashley.”

  And there it is. The sound of her voice saying my name, like that, brings me back to reality. Only my clients call me Mr. Ashley and lying here with her, in her bed, having her so close, I’m disgusted with myself.

  I’m silent, just looking into her eyes, slowly moving my hand up and down hers. My mind goes blank as I’m lost in her deep blue eyes.

  “You aren’t married are you?” she pulls back from me, asking. She must have sensed my turmoil.

  Without hesitation I snap at her, “No! Why would you think that?”

  “Well, why would I not? You kiss me...” She pauses and I totally see her blush from the memory. “Man, that kiss was unreal. But then walked out… What am I supposed to think?”

  “I told you, it’s complicated.”

  “Then, what is it? You’re engaged to be married…?”

  “No, it’s nothing like that. I promise. I haven’t had a relationship in years.”

  “So that’s it then. You just don’t do relationships?”

  “No, I don’t…” I whisper almost hoping she doesn’t hear me.

  “Then why are you here?”

  “I don’t know…” I pause taking my hand off of her arm and rolling onto my back, rubbing my eyes making sure not to look at her as I confess, “I had to see you.”

  I sneak a peek in her direction and she’s smiling but not saying a word. I roll back over looking deep into her eyes. “Are you ok with that?” My heart stops and my throat clogs when I ask, “Should I leave?”

  She doesn’t say a word and just shakes her head saying no as we stare at each other. I raise my hand, slowly touching her, starting at her hand and running my fingers up to her shoulder. It’s slow, it’s seductive and we stare in comfortable silence as I continue my soft touch. Nothing more is said and we both fall asleep, lying face to face.