The Clinch ( An Erotic Novella )

by Samatha K. Spears

  Then I went into his room and after unburying his keyboard, signed on. Mark had of course left a few emails by now.

  He didn't seem angry in them, but there was a tone of hurt in the later ones.

  I replied to the last one, sent several days prior and tried to explain where I was and what I was doing that made me miss his call.

  I also let him know how badly I had wanted to talk with him, how much I missed him and let him know that I wanted to continue trying to make something out of our "relationship".

  I cut myself short, knowing my inclination to run on about things, and signed the email, sending it on its way.

  Now all I could do was wait and see if he responded.

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  RELEASING...

  I went to bed that night, a measure of hope restored and examined my feelings for Mark. He was the first person in a long time that could make me laugh, who really listened to me, who shared his life with me.

  As I lay there, sinking into slumber, I realized that I really wanted him in my life, and not just as an online personality, but as a real person.

  A person whom I could be intimate with, someone who I could love.

  That night I had a dream.

  In my dream he and I were meeting for the very first time.

  We made arrangements to meet at a nearby upscale restaurant, it had intimate dining, a bar and a dancefloor.

  I was beside myself getting ready for the date.

  Simone was over and she was helping me chose what to wear.

  Half my closet lay scattered around my room, as I tried on dress after dress, skirt after skirt, pants, shirts, anything that would make me look wonderful.

  I ended up choosing the blue silk dress that felt smooth against my skin. I guess I figured if I couldn't win him over with my personality, at least if he danced with me, he would fall in love with the feel of my dress pressed against him.

  I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early and stood in the front.

  They had a wonderful koi pond there and I was leaning against the rail, scattering koi food and watching the fish clammer for a bite.

  They were beautiful, all the striking colors and sizes. I was so intent on watching the fish that I didn't notice the approach of another person.

  I felt his presence as he brushed his hand across my back and as I turned startled, he spoke. His voice was the way I recognized him.

  I was stunned by his strong face and body. He smiled at me and introduced himself, like we had never met before.

  I laughed to cover my nervousness as I reached out my hand to shake his. As he took my hand he pulled me closer to him, and wrapped his arm about my waist.

  As I found myself pressed against his body I was overcome with desire for this man.

  I gazed up into his steely grey-green eyes and melted at the look of love reflected from them.

  His hands were around me, running up and down my back as I put mine up around his neck.

  My fingers ran through his soft brown hair and I leaned in toward him. As our lips were about to meet, I woke.

  I lay there staring at the ceiling, my body aching for a man who I had never met. I reached down under the covers and stroked my fingers over the lips of my pussy, teasing them through the curls of hair there.

  My hand barely touching. My pussy pulsed with need as I parted the lips and pressed one finger into the slick folds.

  I spread the moistness up against my clit and stroked it until my hips began pressing upward from the bed.

  My clit had swollen and was peaking out through the folds, and I pressed against it.

  My finger slid around it over and over.

  With my other hand, I pressed two fingers deep inside me, stoking the inner walls of my cunt.

  Increasing the pressure on my clit, I stroke over it again and again, as I plunged my fingers inside me.

  My hips rose and met the thrusts of my fingers, my body now shaking with the pleasuring I was giving myself.

  When I finally climaxed, I was shuddering and my pussy was clenching at my fingers.

  I finger fucked myself over and over as my body shook, my pussy now slick and wet, my fingers now sloshing as I slid them in me again and again.

  Afterward I lay there, shaking from the intensity of my climax. I fell asleep thinking of Mark, sure that things would work out.

  Sunday, I got up early, and made James and myself a huge breakfast.

  As I cooked, I thought of how it might feel to spend a lazy day in bed with Mark. He and I cuddling as we read the paper.

  Croissants and coffee on the bedside table.

  I imagined we would snuggle up against each other, one of us constantly reaching out for the other, stroking a thigh, rubbing a back, kissing a cheek.

  I could see us feeding one another croissants, heavily buttered, and licking the butter from each others lips.

  I knew that eventually our caresses and kisses would turn toward more serious loving. Lying on our sides facing one another, both of our heads on the same pillow, would stare into the others eyes, his hand caressing my side as I pressed forward and kissed him.

  Kissing one another slowly, our lips pressing forward time and time again, loving kisses, until we became so aroused that the kissing would escalate. I would come up on one arm and lean over him, my mouth on his, my tongue running along his lips, parting them and darting into his mouth.

  My tongue running along the gumline of his teeth, then slipping further in and sliding along the side of his tongue.

  As we kissed, our passion escalating, his hands would be caressing my breasts. His fingers rolling my taut nipples between his fingers.

  Pressing them flat under his palm and rubbing them, making my body thrill with the pleasure.

  After a short while, he would push me back down against the bed, his body sliding over mine and press himself onto me.

  I would love the weight of his body resting against mine, his lips kissing me, his tongue slipping into my mouth, his hard cock pressing against my inner thigh.

  My legs would come up and encircle his waist, his cock now pressing against the slick moist folds of my cunt.

  My arms up would slip up around his neck as he pressed his cock into those folds, the head penetrating me.

  I would quiver as his cock sunk further into me.

  Our bodies would move together as one, every inch of his hardened cock plunging deep into me over and over again.

  It was here that I realized the bacon was on fire.

  But so was my pussy, I was so hot by now, my daydream fueling my fire, I didn't know how I was going to wait much longer to meet this man.

  It wasn't so hard, Monday through Friday, with work and taking care of James, I hardly had time to wonder what Mark was up to, and if he was thinking of me.

  Not saying I didn't.

  There was many a time when I would be startled out of another hot daydream by a car horn behind me.

  The light had turned green how long ago?

  Another time, the dear old lady at the grocery store rammed her cart into mine to get me to move up my place in line.

  Even James noticed my distraction.

  He didn't complain as much as I might have over the sandwich I sent him to school with that had no meat in it. He did however raise an awful stink about me turning his favorite t-shirt red, by putting it in with the new towels for the guest bath.

  OK, I admit it, I was a walking hormone! Just a glance at the cucumber in the vegetable tray made me wet.

  Thank god it was the weekend that James went to his dad's house. On Friday night after dropping him off at this dads house, I rushed home.

  I didn't get any speeding tickets, but that was only because I learned early on that crying when the cop stops you gets you a warning instead of a citation.

  Poor Scruff got the shortest walk of her life, and showed her appreciation by eating my slippers.

  Something I didn't even notice until the following morn
ing.

  I threw together a plate of leftover spaghetti, a glass of wine, and breaking my own rule about eating in the bedroom went in James's room and camped out on his computer.

  I didn't waste all my time waiting though, I'll have you know, I got some good bargains shopping early for Christmas!

  Around an hour later, and another glass of wine down, Mark signed on. I had to stop myself from messaging him the second I saw his name, but much to his credit, I seemed to be more important than any email he might have had, as he immediately said hello. God, we were both like giddy teens.

  Over and over we said how great it was to be chatting again finally, and how much we had missed one another. It wasn't long until we began cuddling (I prefer that word better than cybering).

  It almost seemed a frantic kind of lovemaking we wrote of, and I was so turned on after a half hour of it, I had shed my pants and shoes, unbuttoned my shirt and was sitting at the computer, typing away in my bra and panties.

  Yes, I would clean the keyboard later!

  It was almost impossible to sit there reading Marks words, without stroking my fingers over my clit.

  At times, I would have to lick the wetness off my fingers before I could type a response.

  I know for a fact that he had to be typing one handed now and then.

  I couldn't see him, but his one word responses where a dead giveaway.

  It was such a turn on to know that my mere words were enough to make him hard! I played it up too though.

  I would tell him how bad I wanted to suck his cock. Tell him that I wanted to lick it through the fabric of his shorts, and nibble at it when I could feel it get hard. I told him that I wanted to rip his pants off, and cradle his cock and balls in both hands, and slip the tip of it into my lips.

  Let my tongue twirl around the head of his cock, then suck it in deeper. I told him I wanted to slide his cock over my tongue and press it against the roof of my mouth, pulling back from him and letting my lips drag over his shaft, then suck hard, and drag it back in my mouth, all the while rolling his balls around in my hands.

  God, I did want too!

  I could feel his cock, firm and long in my mouth as I typed.

  I could feel it jump and jerk as I sucked at it. I could feel the ridge around the head of his cock pass over my lips as I sucked it deep into my mouth, all the while my tongue stroking the underside of it.

  I wanted to press his cock deep into my mouth and feel the tip enter my throat, I wanted to feel it as I swallowed around it, my tongue pressing upward. I wanted to slurp at his cock, sucking it in and out over and over until I could feel it start to thicken in my mouth as he was about to cum.

  I wanted to feel it jerk as the cum pulsed out into my mouth, me pressing it deep into my throat and swallowing every drop.

  I wanted to feel it spur cum against the back of my throat, wave after wave of it. I wanted to hold his cock in my mouth as it softened, and suck it back to hardness again.

  I wanted to start over again and again and again.

  We chatted until well after midnight, neither of us even considering trying to call the other. For some reason, that night, the written words were stronger than anything we could ever say to one another.

  It felt so freeing to read and respond, sharing wants, feeling, and emotions.

  I can't speak for him, but somehow I felt that if I were to have to bring all those feelings to the tip of my tongue and spit them out as words, they would lose some of thier intensity.

  That night, words were our reality.

  We both signed off with hesitation, as if we were both aware of the fact that saying goodnight and turning toward the real world would lessen our experience.

  During the following day, I worked around the house doing all the chores that a full time single mom does.

  I, of course, wandered by James's room often, even paused to sign on and see if Mark was online, left a suggestive email even, but I never ran into him.

  I recalled him mentioning a friends wedding or some stupid affair he had to attend, but in my lust filled haze I couldn't recall what time it started or ended, or even if he had told me those details.

  I figured if nothing else, he would be around that night sometime, and I left him an email saying when I would plan on being online and to check for me if he wandered on.

  I bounced through the house, on a post sex high, even though I had not encountered a male of my species in months.

  I had to admit that the online scene was a pretty fulfilling experience.

  All the emotions, all the feelings, but noone you had to share your bathroom with. Who could ask for more??

  Who indeed?

  Well, me for one.

  MEETING...

  I wanted more, I wanted a real person with a real name and a real voice.A person with real arms that could hold the REAL me. I was finally ready for a real meeting.

  Now how to bring it up?

  How could I say I wanted more without scaring him away.

  We had never really talked about meeting one another. The most we had committed to thus far was a phonecall, that still hadn't happened (I don't count the call that Simone had bungled for us).

  The thought of meeting with him thrilled and scared me to death. It is so easy to get along with someone online.

  So easy for them to portray the nice side of thier personality and never ever give any indications of the dark skeletons in thier closets.

  Was I ready for someone else I cared for, and yes, I admit I cared for Mark, was I ready for them to see my dirty laundry?

  Was he ready to see me? That night, I don't know who even suggested it. I recall it being me, but then my heart was beating so fast I might have been hallucinating, and he might have been the one to broach the subject.

  All I really remember was that both of us were thrilled with the prospect of meeting finally. We made the plans and decided it would be best to wait until a weekend when James was away at his dads to go through with it.

  We picked a restaurant near my place, he said it was the mans job to do the traveling. I was floating on air by the end of our chat.

  The only downside was that Mark wasn't going to be in town all next week and the weekend so I wouldn't get much more of a chance to chat with him before the big day. I couldn't believe as we signed off, that we were going to meet.

  I kept telling myself over and over again it was true.

  It was true. It was true.

  Simone went shopping with me the next weekend to find the perfect outfit to wear. I wanted to look chic but she pushed for feminine.

  She said I was too pretty to pull chic off. I let her win that battle, since I had already had the fight with her about even going through with the date in the first place.

  We ended up picking out a powder blue dress that was satiny smooth with soft lacey accents. It did look great on me.

  I had to thank Simone for being the fashion expert. I got it home and hung it up on my closet door where I could see it every time I walked into the room.

  It was a tangible reminder that I was going to be with Mark soon. I couldn't hardly wait.

  OK, so now you are all caught up with me.

  Tomorrow is the big night. I have rehearsed the meeting in my head a million and one times but I still have butterflies in my stomach.

  I mean how can a person be scared and excited at the same time?

  So many what ifs!

  There was the all powerful, what if we just didn't have the same chemistry in person that we did online? Or if that one wasn't enough, what if I get there and he isn't there?

  I was so busy freaking myself out I couldn't sleep well that night.

  So waking up, another what if cropped up. What if these black circles under my eyes don't go away by tonight?

  So there I was, driving to the restaurant.

  Mark said to meet him in the bar at 7.

  I left the house by 6:30, thinking that if there was traffic I would still get
there in time, and if not, I could always sit in my car and bite all my fingernails off.

  Simone had come over and helped me get ready.

  I have to hand it to that girl. I know she doesn't like the idea of me doing this, but once she got it through her thick head I was going to do it, she has been nothing but helpful.

  I would have been a mess without her there helping and cracking jokes to keep my mind off of everything.

  I need to remember to thank her.

  At 6:50, I pulled into the parking lot.

  I wasn't sure I could get out of the car with my knees knocking so fiercely. Good thing Simone said to wear my flats, because if I had worn those pumps, I probably would have gotten my first look at Mark through the back window of the ambulance that was taking me to the hospital with a compound fracture to my ankle.

  Pulling down the sun visor, I checked to make sure my makeup was still fresh enough, then decided what the hell, either he likes me like this or he doesn't.

  Who cares about looks anyway, when we have already shared our souls with one another!

  So I managed to get into the restaurant without any embarrassing mishaps, and wondered if I could get a peak in the bar without him knowing I have arrived yet.

  I guess he had some sort of radar, because as I entered the bar he was already walking toward me. I had to force myself to stay calm.

  Looking at Mark walking toward me was like being in a dream. Everything and everyone else in the restaurant sort of vanished and we were the only two people there. It was so incredible to be in the same room with him.

  He was as handsome as his picture had seemed to indicate and I was instantly familiar with him. He walked up to me and shook my hand like a gentleman, and said that they had a table waiting for us if we wanted to go there directly.

  I don't remember answering him but I suppose I did.

  As we were walking toward the dining area I was hyper aware of his hand on my back. The heat of his body seemed to penetrate through the dress and spread through me.

  I wanted to turn toward him and walk into his arms. I wanted to press myself against him and feel his realness against my skin.

  I kept forcing myself to remember that this time, this wasn't merely my imagination, this was real!