by Claire Adams
Within a couple of minutes, I could tell her body was getting ready to explode with excitement. Her hands gripped on tighter to my shoulders. Her face leaned into my neck, and I heard her breathing become more labored.
I reached my hands around and grabbed her ass tightly. While I held onto her, I spread her cheeks and forced her body deep onto my cock. The movement was more than she could take, and I started to thrust in time with her so we could cum together.
Cumming with a beautiful woman riding me was by far my favorite thing to do on a Saturday night – or any night, really. I didn’t have a particular type of woman that I liked. It was different with each one. Blondes, brunettes, redheads – it didn’t matter. I just loved women.
The problem was I didn’t love them enough to want a relationship with them. Most of the time, I kept things to one-night stands only. There were a few women who I felt strongly enough for that I had started relationships with, but those were extremely short lived.
Our movements were fast and hard, and we both released a loud moan as our bodies gave in to the delight of the moment. I pulled her in close and kissed her as she stayed on my lap for a moment while we both recovered. She was a beautiful girl, but I knew I wouldn’t be calling her for another night of fun anytime soon.
It was a sweet moment. It would have been sweeter if it wasn’t in the back room of a dance club and I wasn’t about to blow her off and never see her again. I loved one-night stand sex. It was quick, easy, and didn’t come with a bunch of emotions.
I knew it was different from relationship sex. I’d been in a relationship before, a very long one in fact. But sex was boring in relationships. There wasn’t that element of surprise or excitement when you saw each other. Pretty much from the first night I slept with a girl to the day we broke up, I always thought relationship sex was disastrously boring. And therefore, I didn’t find a need for it in my life.
My life was simpler without a woman. Even the sexiest of women tend to complicate a man’s life, and I didn’t want that. I wanted fun. I wanted to travel with my friends, party all night long, and fuck amazing women. Nothing else seemed like a life worth living.
Chapter Two
Jordan
“Mom, you finally found a wonderful man. It’s time to move forward,” I told my mother, as we shopped through the local grocer for some last-minute wedding reception items.
“Darling, Daddy has only been gone five years. I still feel like I’m betraying you and him by dating Scott. I don’t know if I can accept his proposal.”
My mother was the quintessential martyr. She lost my father to illness and then spent four years in utter isolation. Only when her friends forced her on a trip to Switzerland did my mother, Evelyn, finally open up to the idea of meeting a man. Scott was the first guy she showed any interest in, and I could see why. He was extremely kind to her, and the love he felt shone through every time he looked at her. I knew almost immediately that they would end up together, even if she didn’t know yet.
Well, I’m not sure she was even that open to it, until Scott bumped into her and wouldn’t let her leave until she gave him her number. He was a traveling businessman and was only in Geneva for a couple of days. His charm and her friends convinced my mother to go on a date with him, and the rest is history.
“Mother, I will not have you sitting around here and waiting on me all the time. I’m twenty-one years old now. There is no reason I can’t take care of myself. You and Scott can go enjoy the world together.”
“I am excited about the idea of traveling so much. It’s always been a dream of mine.”
“Yes. You’ve spent forty-five years in Schaan. It’s time to spread your wings.”
My mother and, later, myself were born in Schaan, Liechtenstein. Most people have no idea Liechtenstein is even a country and certainly have no idea where it’s located. Our little country is only about 62 square miles and has a population smaller than most cities. With only 37,000 people in the entire country, you can say we are a pretty small part of the world.
I’ve never felt like my world was small, though. My mother and father often took me to neighboring Switzerland and Austria. Plus, we had traveled to England and Spain once each on summer vacations. It was a simple life, but a very happy one.
My parents believed strongly in my education. So, I went to a private Christian school and learned both German and English as I grew up. My father always said that I would need English so I could travel to the United States someday and go to college. He also stressed that knowing English would open up many different career paths when I got older.
Although I still hadn’t had the chance to go to a traditional college, traveling to America was always a dream of mine. In fact, my best friend Ana and I often talked about what it would be like to live in a country like America. We watched American television shows, idolized their stars, and listened to their music. Both Ana and I were set on making it to America someday.
“But, Jordan, how will you ever take care of yourself?” my mother said, as a last ditch effort to try and get me to ask her to stay.
“Mother, I have my nursing certificate now. I can take care of myself.”
“I feel like I’m abandoning you.”
“Stop, Mom. You’re not abandoning me. I’m an adult. It’s time for me to spread my wings. You deserve to go enjoy life, and Scott wants to take you around the world. He’s such a good man, Mom. I’m very happy for you both.”
It was the truth. Scott was a really good guy. I knew it the moment I first met him. He had come to our apartment in Schaan to take my mom on a date. First of all, any man who would drive four hours to take a woman on a date was pretty impressive. But then, he brought both my mother and I flowers when he came to the door. It was so nice and showed that he understood what a close bond we had.
Over the last year, Scott and my mother had traveled a little, but she always came home because she didn’t want to leave me behind. Scott had even invited me to go with them a few times, but I didn’t want to impede on their time.
Finally, when Scott proposed, he first asked me if it was all right and if I approved. After losing my father, I never thought I could trust another man, and I certainly didn’t think my mother would ever find a match. I was so happy that she had a second chance at love.
“Well, the wedding is in a few hours. So, I guess it’s too late to back out now,” my mother joked.
“Yep, you’ll have to go through with it.”
We both laughed, and I knew at that moment that my life was about to change. My mother and my Ana were the two most important people in my life, but within the next two weeks, they would both be living their own dreams.
My mother was getting married to the man of her dreams, and my best friend was flying to America to meet up with her man. I felt overwhelmed by the prospect of staying in Liechtenstein without these two very important women.
It wasn’t overwhelming because of the financial difficulties, although those would be tough. The most overwhelming part of my mother and Ana leaving was going to be the feeling of getting left behind. They were both moving on with their lives, and I was just stuck. Stuck all alone in a country that was so isolated, I knew I would never meet the man of my dreams.
***
“Jordan, your mother looks amazing. When are they leaving on their honeymoon and Scott’s business trip? Are you excited to have the apartment all to yourself soon?” Ana asked as we waited for our turn to walk down the aisle.
Ana had always been the talker between the two of us. Sometimes, she would talk for a good ten minutes before she would let me get a word in. I didn’t mind, though. It worked for our relationship. I was the quiet one and Ana was the loud one. I was the shy one and Ana was the outgoing one. The opposite nature of our personalities helped us both throughout our relationship.
“I’m scared as heck, Ana.”
“Why? I thought you liked Scott.”
“Yes, I’m not scared for her. I’m
scared for me. I don’t make enough money to pay all the bills alone. I’m going to have to take on roommates or something if I’m going to survive. You are going to be gone. I’m going to have to start hanging around my friends from work. Yuck.”
“Does your Mom know you’re not going to be able to pay the bills?”
“Of course not, Ana. And don’t you tell her. She’s finally accepting that I’ll be all right on my own. I can’t ruin that. I’ll just have to work two jobs so I can pay the bills.”
“All right, but I still think you should sign up for the OK Love website. You know Gordon is one of the greatest guys I’ve ever met. I’m so happy with him.”
“Ana, you haven’t been with him. You met him over the internet. I don’t see how you could even have feelings for a man you’ve never met.”
“Jordan, we talk on the phone, and we’ve Skyped. I know I love him. I can tell. And I think you should at least put your profile on the site and see if you find anyone you like.”
“You know those men from America are just looking for a wife, right?” I asked.
“What’s wrong with that? Isn’t that the whole reason we date people? Our hope is that we will find someone we bond with and can love and get married to. That website just puts two like-minded people together.”
The music started to play, and I watched as my mother came out of the dressing room behind us. She looked amazing, but most of all, she looked happier than I had ever seen her before. The smile on her face radiated like the sun as it rose in the morning. I really couldn’t remember a time when my mother had looked that happy. It made me feel really good to see that kind of light coming from her.
Ana started to walk down the aisle, and I took the moment to straighten my mother’s dress and get her ready to walk down the aisle.
Finding love once in a lifetime was a pretty big feat, but finding it twice was downright awesome. My father had been such an amazing man; it was really uplifting to see that my mother had been able to find a second love to share her life with.
“You look beautiful, Mom. I’ll see you at the end of the aisle,” I said as I started my walk down the rose-covered center aisle of our church.
The look I saw in Scott’s eyes told me that my mother was making the right choice. He smiled at me as I walked up to the front of the church and stood across from him, but his eyes instantly filled with tears when he saw my mother standing at the back of the church. His love for her flowed from him and made me want to find a love like that.
Even the most skeptical of people would reconsider when they saw the love that my mother and Scott had. It was deeper than just physical lust. More varied than romantic interest. They wanted to grow old together. Both of them had reached middle age and were ready to take on the second half of their life together. The drama of young adulthood was gone, and both my mother and Scott were ready to move forward with the undying love of each other.
I had been very unlucky in love throughout my life. My school boyfriends bored me, and when I got older, I decided to try dating more of the bad boy type of guys. Unfortunately, they didn’t have much else to talk about other than why they hated everyone and the crimes they had committed in the past.
I really had no idea what it was I was looking for. Something between sweet and naughty, but I just didn’t know where in between there I wanted my guy to fall. Of course, I didn’t want a guy who was so sweet he seemed like my girlfriend instead of my boyfriend. But I also didn’t really want the bad boy type, either. I knew there had to be someone who was a right fit for me, though. Somewhere out there, I had a man who would make me weak in the knees with just one kiss. I just had to find him.
All I wanted was a nice, normal guy. Normal in the sense that he didn’t party all the time, didn’t treat his family horribly, and could hold a decent conversation. The pool of available men was pretty bleak. Maybe I would have to go to America if I was going to find the man I really wanted. When I watch all the American television shows, it looks like the perfect place to find a good man.
My hope had always been that I would find some sort of combination of a bad boy and a smart guy. I wanted a man who worked hard and didn’t take life for granted, but he also knew how to have fun. I didn’t want to sit home every weekend and wish I had something fun to do. I wanted my man to be adventurous, and I wanted to always have fun places to explore together.
I also desperately wanted a man who could have fun in the bedroom. I knew I looked all sweet and innocent, but I loved to play and have fun between the sheets. I’d just never been able to find a man who liked the same things I did. They were either too conservative or too wild, never was there a guy who was just right for me. Admittedly, I was still only twenty-two years old, so I had lots of time to find my Prince Charming. But it would be nice to at least date a guy who wasn’t a total frog.
Ana was right about at least one thing – I wasn’t going to find the man of my dreams in Liechtenstein. I needed to get out into the world and start exploring to see if I could find where I fit in best.
As my mother and Scott said their vows, I let Ana’s suggestion of looking at the men in America cross my mind. I didn’t have any intention of getting married, though, and I knew those men often wanted that. But I wondered if there was a possibility that any of the men in America didn’t want to just get married right away.
When Ana and I walked down the aisle and toward the reception area, I blurted out my agreement to sign up for the website. She had been hounding me for weeks, and now, as her departure to America was getting so close, I had no choice but to cave in and give her website idea a try.
“I’ll sign up for OK Love, but I’m just signing up. I’m not saying I’m even going to talk to anyone. I’m just going to see who’s out there,” I said.
“All right. But I know you, and I know you’ll want to talk to the first handsome guy who sends you a message.”
Ana did know me, and she was right. I gave in pretty quickly when there was a handsome guy around. But I was getting older and wiser now. I didn’t want to give in to just anyone who showed an interest in me. I wanted my perfect match. I wanted a man who would treat me right and be there for me no matter what. It was a fairytale I wanted, and I knew it very much. But sometimes, people got their fairytale.
Ana proceeded to give me the ins and outs of the online dating world. During the wedding reception, we sat in the corner, and she helped me make up my profile page. I felt very overwhelmed by how fast it was happening, but there was a small part of me that desperately hoped I would find the man of my dreams online. Others were able to find their Prince Charming, so why not me?
I wanted to find my dream man any way I could. He was out there, and I knew it. I just had to spend the time and do the work so he knew I was out there as well. There were good guys in the online dating world. I just knew it. They were probably busy with work and didn’t have time for the traditional dating scene. I just needed to put some energy into figuring out which of the men were good guys and which ones were jerks.
We fought the urge to spend the entire night on the website looking at guys, and finally turned our cell phones off after we got my profile up and running. There were so many different profiles. I found it hard to figure out what I was really looking for in the guys. I hoped I would find someone who would feel like the connection was right.
“It shouldn’t take long. You’ll have guys messaging you by the time the night’s over. Make sure you don’t give out personal information yet. And don’t trust they are who they say they are. Many of these guys are ashamed that they are looking to date a woman out of their country. But once I figured out that they were genuinely good guys, it was a lot more fun to talk to them.”
Ana seemed so happy since she had met her guy, Gordon, on the website. I had to admit I was a bit jealous when I saw his picture and how sweet he was to her. I really hoped he turned out to be the guy he said he was. Ana looked forward to meeting him in Miami in just a couple more
days, and I couldn’t wait for her full report about what he was like.
It was time for me to move forward, and as my mother’s wedding ended and she started her new life with Scott, I prepared to start my new life. I wasn’t sure exactly how it was going to turn out, but I was one hundred percent sure I was going to enjoy it the best I could.
I knew I needed to make some changes, and moving to America sounded like the perfect opportunity to make all the changes I wanted. I hoped that by morning I would have a ton of sweet guys to talk to and get to know from that website. But if that didn’t work out, I was determined to pick up another job and save my money to make my way to America. There was no way I was staying in Liechtenstein, if my mom and Ana were both leaving.
Chapter Three
Chase
Sleeping was by far one of my favorite things to do. Unfortunately, it was not my father’s favorite thing for me to do. I sat up in bed as I heard his booming voice from the front room of my house.
Instantly, I regretted giving him the key.
“You don’t understand what having a job is. If you don’t show up to work, you don’t get paid. That’s what the real world is like,” my father, Reynold, said as he stood at the end of my bed.
“Slow the hell down, Dad. I went to work last week.”
“Last week. Really? Last week. I wish one of your brothers had stayed with the company. It makes me sick that you’re the only one willing to work for me, yet you don’t work at all.”
I saw the vein in my father’s neck pulse as he tried to calm his emotions over my work ethic. I didn’t actually mind going to work, but no one seemed interested in my opinions, and the company was still stuck in the ’90’s most of the time. That was exactly why my brothers had all moved on to other jobs. Dad never let anyone have an opinion in his company. When I made suggestions for streamlining our processes or adding social media, I was often met with negative feedback.