I walked towards the catering table. Now there is a girl worth falling for,” I told myself as I looked at Katie. She was talking to her best friend, probably about me, probably nothing good after the scene Prissy made. But I had to talk to her, to try and explain to her what was really going on. It wasn’t my decision, sometimes you just have to follow your instincts.
CHAPTER 9
Katie
“So that’s the girl?” Asked Jen, motioning towards Prissy, who was standing in the midst of the banquet with her arms crossed, shaking her head. She looked livid. “She is out of control hot.”
“Even hotter up close,” I said. “She made me feel like a troll. And the way she talked down to me, like I was a peasant and she was a noble lord or something. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced.” I glared at her from afar, knowing that if she came up to me, I would cower. But from afar, I could be tough.
“Hey, Katie. Sorry about all of that,” came a voice that interrupted my stare. I turned...it was Lance.
“What do you want?” I looked at him, and then to Prissy. She was shooting daggers at me, and I felt immobilized, like I was completely out of place.
“I want to tell you that I’d rather spend the evening with you, and that that girl is annoying, and horrible, and has no right to treat you the way she did.”
“Lance, I’m not stupid. I know how this world works. I don’t have two pennies to rub together. I am decent looking, but I’m not her.” I pointed to Prissy. “I am an easy target for someone like you. I mean you came here, trying to impress with me all of your wealth and opulence, so you could feel like a man and maybe get me to sleep with you for a night, or maybe many nights. I practically fell for it. Until, she showed up. Then I snapped back to reality.” Jen put her hand on my shoulder in a show of support for what I was saying.
“It’s not like that at all,” said Lance. He looked over at Jen, seemingly wishing she wasn’t there, then trudged forward. “I know what this must seem like, but I really do want to get to know you...person to person, in a real way. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be talking to you in front of Prissy like this.”
I saw that he looked sincere, and could hear it in his voice. But I just couldn’t take the humiliation that I felt. And I never wanted to go through it again.
Making out at the reunion in that classroom was a mistake. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the way he manhandled me into submission. I came with a high pitched squeal on the edge of his very experienced tongue. I was never going to look at a blackboard or a ruler the same way again.
“Lance, the last 15 minutes have been the most humiliating in my life. I just don’t think I can trust you.” God, he looked good enough to eat. I had touched him. It was only enough to tease my sexual appetite for more.
“What is it? I told you...that girl annoys me. Yes we were dating. You have to understand, Katie. My life isn’t easy just because I have money. I fell into the temptation of dating a model. And now I am paying the consequences for it. I should never have let myself become so superficial. I’m an idiot.” He grabbed my hand. “Come, talk to me, let’s square things up.”
I took his lead, resisting only slightly. He was persistent. “Lance there is something you don’t know yet. When I went to the bathroom, I overheard some girls talking about how you enjoy taking out poor girls so you can show off your wealth or dress them up or whatever. They said it was like a hobby to you. Is that true?”
Lance looked down at the ground, seemingly in shame. “I’ve taken a lot of girls out, Katie. Not all of them celebrities like Prissy. I take regular girls out. Does that mean I am just messing with them? No. I enjoy their company. I like regular people because we connect in a real way.”
“And you think we connect in a real way? I don’t want to be like the dozens of other so called regular girls you take out. I’m not a regular girl. I’m me. I deserve to be treated like I’m special.” I was defensive, but the only thing I could think of was peeling back the layers to see what I felt in that classroom.
It was impressive in my hands and would be even more so in my mouth and my hot little hole. It was a waste nothing would come of it.
“Of course you do,” said Lance, putting his hand softly on my cheek. “You deserve that and so much more. I am not perfect. I have my flaws just like anyone else. There are temptations and pitfalls with my life. I’ve fallen into most of them. But we all fail...we all fall. What matters is if we can get up, get back on our feet, and keep moving towards what we really want.”
“And what do you really want, Lance?” I asked, with tears forming in my eyes. He had seemed so perfect, and now I didn’t know.
“I want something completely real...something genuine. I want the type of relationship that is based on mutual love, trust, and understanding. I want to be with someone that I can share everything with. I guess it’s the million small things that I dream about. I want someone that can make me smile, knows my sense of humor. Someone that I can be with without having to talk. None of those things have anything to do with wealth or class. Because that’s not real. But a true understanding of the other person...that’s real...that’s what will last.”
Part of me wanted to jump into his arms right then and there, to tell him that I forgave him, to kiss him, and to let him know that I would be willing to try and find that kind of relationship with him. But the other part of me held me back. It was the part of me that consistently won over the years - the conservative side. I didn’t want to get hurt again, especially not by someone who had already hurt me so badly - only 15 minutes before.
“I’m so sorry, Lance. I truly wish that we had a similar destiny to share together. But I believe there is just too much about us that are different.”
“If you change your mind,” he started, looking me straight in the eyes with earnestness. “You will know where to find me.”
“How will I know?”
“I will be thinking…”
“Oh…”
Lance, turned, and left. I watched him, to see if he would meet up with Prissy, but she was already gone. Apparently he wasn’t lying about that, he really didn’t want to be with her again. It had happened so fast, and I didn’t have time to react. I looked over at Jen, walking back to the catering table. “Do you think I blew it?”
Jen shook her head and shrugged in a confused sort of way. “Honestly I’m not sure. This Lance character is complicated, like you said. On the one hand, you don’t have anything in common with him. On the other hand, you two seem to have chemistry...and he seems to be really into you. Maybe you did blow it…”
I knew she had a point. But there was a part of me (maybe it was the same conservative side) that wanted to remain resolute in my decision to not fall for another man. I knew it was pride. I didn’t want to think that I could fall for them, be talked into things so easily. However, I knew that life doesn’t just happen on its own. You have to take chances.
“Have you made up your mind what you are going to do?” Asked Jen.
“I think so.”
CHAPTER 10
Lance
It was a clear night, as I cruised towards the Santa Monica Pier. I needed a clear night. It helped me think. Perhaps it was the stars. They were so visible on nights like this, a backdrop that seemed otherworldly.
I parked and got out of my car, knowing the air would be fresh, needing it to relax me. I breathed in it, savoring its crisp cool quality and the smell of the ocean. No amount of money could buy things like this. As I walked towards the pier, I noticed rich people, middle class, and even some homeless walking around; everyone in search of something. A dream, hope, something long lost. Poet or king, we all needed something to fulfill us, and the vast wealth of the earth could never buy it. I needed someone to share my life with. And I had blown it.
I leaned against a railing, overlooking the ocean, tuning myself into the rolling waves, as they crashing against the pill
ars holding everything up. Down a few dozen yards from me, another man did the same. I wondered what he yearned for. Or maybe he just wanted to take a break from life. To enjoy something small. Something that money can’t buy. Peace of mind.
Standing, thinking, watching, observing. I could spend hours on end doing this, trying to figure out what I really wanted in this world. Another man came to watch the waves roll in, then he left and another took his place. I went to get coffee, came back and continued. Most people think that if you are rich you have no problems, no dark hours of doubt. They would be wrong.
I had long sought for tranquility in my heart. But to no avail. For years I had withheld nothing from eyes, indulging in luxuries and women. Prissy was just the last in a long line of so doing. She was the epitome of a vacuous soul, empty, a black hole, needing more and more entertainment to be satisfied. I knew I couldn’t go on like that. I needed some kind of anchor in this world to keep me from becoming that way. I needed someone who wanted the same things I did, a real relationship, stability, to grow old with one person. I didn’t think those things were too much to ask for. But I feared I had already done enough damage in my life that they were no longer available to me. Only the universe knows, I thought. The rolling waves, they hold the answer, but they will not easily give it up.
“Hello, Lance,” came a voice from behind me. I turned, quickly, as if in desperation, hoping against hope that it would be...it was...it was Katie. I remembered running my hands over her body.
It was too bad we had been interrupted. It was embarrassing to get caught with my pants down. It was the kind of thing that would make me laugh in later years.
She was standing right behind me, only about fifteen feet away, looking more beautiful than ever with the lights and sounds of the carnival that was the Santa Monica Pier forming the background. “I changed my mind.” She walked up closer to me, tentative, clearly not wanting to assume too much, not wanting to assume that I would want her after she had denied me. “I wanted to say that…”
I put my finger to her lips...those precious lips of hers that had always seemed so elusive, so unsure of themselves. I put my arms around her, pulling her in, and then replaced my finger, kissing her for the first time. It was a sense of complete iridescent joy and fulfillment, something I hadn’t known in a long time, but welcomed now with open arms. As we kissed, I noticed the Ferris wheel in the background, lit up against the night sky. It was the perfect setting for a perfect kiss, with a perfect girl.
The last kiss was rushed. This was slow and romantic. We sank into it.
“I wanted to say that I am sorry,” said Katie, when we finished kissing.
“Sorry for what?”
“Sorry for doubting you. I wanted to believe in you so badly, but after what I heard in the bathroom, and after what I saw with Prissy. I thought I was just getting played again. And I couldn’t bear it...not with you.”
“Then just enjoy tonight,” I told her, grabbing her hand, walking back the way I came.
“I don’t know what you have in mind.” I showed her by making small talk with the owner of the Ferris wheel.
I gave him about $500. It was everything I had in my wallet at the time. It was more than enough for him to turn on the conveyance and walk away for an hour.
“I do believe that your chariot waits,” I announced with a slight bow with a devilish smile to make her giggle underneath her breath.
“If you’re thinking what I think you are thinking then there might be some logistical problems. There’s not a lot of room to maneuver. I can see this is a fantasy you would like to live out. I admit my curiosity has been piqued. I’ve never been one for public displays of affection, but maybe you will be the exception,” She echoed my unspoken thoughts and climbed into the chair which was going to rise several feet into the air.
“I can assure you I’ve never done this with any other woman. Deep down, I think I was waiting for the right one.” I gave a motion to the bearded guy and he turned on the machine with the lights blinking into motion.
“I do have a small fear of heights, but maybe you can hold my hand to get me through it.” It didn’t seem possible for an angel to have no connection to her wings.
The bar was across us and we were soon at the top. It came to a sudden halt. There was a promise for more to come in her eyes. Her fear of heights was outweighed by her desire to do something reckless.
“I’m glad you’re wearing the same skirt. It would’ve been awkward trying to get your pants off.” I lifted her onto my lap to find she wasn’t wearing panties.
I saw them sticking out of her purse and no doubt this was her way of surprising me. Her hands were on the bar looking out in the darkness waiting for me to initiate. I wasn’t going to make her wait for long.
She was dripping the hot cream of her excitement down my shaft. She must’ve gotten some kind of inspiration. She turned and sat down beside me. I thought she was rethinking the situation. I wasn’t expecting her to bend over and inhale the essence of my masculinity.
Each inch began to converge on the back of her throat. It was tapping to gain entry. I made an involuntary moan of appreciation for how she swallowed me down until there was not even an inch to spare. I could see the ring of her lips and knew she was going to leave me with a distinct reminder of our time together.
“I see I’m not the only one who knows how to please….orally. Good god… is there no end to the surprises you have in store for me,” I teased with my hips moving into a different gear.
We were swinging precariously, but the danger was nothing compared to the pleasure. She was very good and knew exactly what kind of pressure to make me succumb to her oral prowess.
“I was already boiling up inside before you went down on me. This is not how I envisioned this going. Come up for air and I promise I will give you a reason to smile.” She was pushing things a little too far. I was very close to losing myself in the moment.
She knew when to stop and how hard to hold her hand around the base to prevent me from bursting at the seams.
“I couldn’t help myself. I thought one good turn deserves another. Besides, it takes my mind off of how far we are above the ground. My pulse is racing with nervous energy. I wanted to show you that you’re not the only one that knows how to use their mouth,” She gloated while moving into a position where my cock was currently stretching from the opening of my pants.
“I’ve been thinking about this during my every waking moment. I’ve become obsessed. I can only hope it lives up to expectations,” I said putting my hands on her hips and pulling her down until she was sliding effortlessly down my slippery pole.
Every single part of my mind was thinking a singular thought. I wondered how long I was going to be able to keep up with her demand. This was my chance to show her a first impression to leave her breathless and wanting more.
“It’s almost too big. There’s not even a space for another inch. I would say your cock is the perfect size for me. Go slow and let me adjust. My world is so much bigger with you in it… literally and figuratively. I meant it when I said that you need to take your time,” She scolded me like I was a randy puppy.
“I don’t know what you expect from me. It is a good idea for the both of us to make this last for as long as possible. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to resist how you are rhythmically squeezing me into submission,” I warned with my body trying to betray me.
“I will go easy on you at first. I don’t know how long that will last before I give you more than you bargained for. You brought this on yourself and you have only yourself to blame. Letting me feel what I was going to get and then leaving me was nothing compared to thinking that I wasn’t good enough for you,” She quietly made reference to Prissy and the miscommunication of my feelings for her.
Prissy was mostly there when I didn’t have anything better to do. It was lonely at the top. She filled the void of companionship in my life. I always
knew what I was getting with her regardless of her sophistication and arrogance.
Katie was grinding in a circle leaving a telltale sign of her arousal with a wet stain on my pants. The owner of the amusement park was going to give me a cock of his eye when we finally disembarked.
“I tried to walk away and you pulled me back in. You came in like a wrecking ball and I had no idea what kind of influence you were going to have in my life. Having you deep inside is exactly where I want you,” She said with her body now moving a little quicker than it was previously.
She was leaving a glistening trail from the top down to the bottom. She was wet, but tight enough to grab me. She gave me no reason to think we weren’t compatible. I was ready to spit white hot venom, but she had slowed things down. She was using the head and the first few inches to bring her to a steaming conclusion.
“I’m cumming… so damn hard that it’s hard to sit still.” I was locked and loaded. The feeling for her grabbing tightly to the knob was a massage worthy of spilling my load.
“I’m trying, but resistance is futile,” I said giving into her feminine wiles.
“I want it all and I’m going to have it,” She was boldly claiming her stake on my exploding member.
I pushed back hard against the chair and lifted my body at the moment of expulsion. It was a continuous wave of pleasure, unlike anything I had felt before. It lasted for longer than expected. It finally subsided to where I was holding her after the fact.
She was still trying to get her second wind. Breathing heavily and putting my hand to her heart was destined to touch me in a profound way. I was in heaven holding her and looking at her rosy cheeks and soft eyes. We sat there and talked about nothing and everything at the same time. I seldom make promises, but I made a promise to stay in her life and to never take her for granted.
“We had a few hiccups, but we weathered the storm together,” She exclaimed with pride and an impish little smile to inform me of her insatiable appetite for more. I could see that more adventures to come with her by my side.
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