Forever Attraction

by S. K. Logsdon

  The beautiful goddess walks towards our table. Even the way she walks is graceful. My heart is pounding. Along with my erection. I need to adjust but I can’t, it’ll be too obvious.

  “Brad, this is Tylah, my best friend.” Anne introduces rubbing her hand sexily along Andrews arm. He’s getting laid tonight. But, now that I think about it, is there ever a night he doesn’t? Nope, probably not.

  I offer my hand to Tylah; which, she accepts and shakes it firmly. Did I just feel sparks? Or, is that just my testosterone running on high?

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tylah.” I make out with an awkward smile. Please don’t look down. Please don’t.

  “You too, Brad. So, I hear you are friends with Andrew.” She says and that voice of hers is amazing. I could picture myself waking up to that sweet voice every morning for the rest of my life.

  Oh God, I’m an idiot. Get your shit together dude. You’re losing it.

  She takes a seat, and begins to slide her fingers over the bouquet of red roses Andrew must have purchased for her. If I’d known I was going to meet the woman of my dreams tonight; I probably would have filled this entire damn room with roses.

  I take a deep breath and sit down. Pulling my chair up far enough, I reach under the table, inconspicuously, and adjust my raging boner pushing him up through the top of my boxer briefs’ waistband. If I was a normal man, it would stop there, but the stupid thing is touching my belly button. If I pulled up my shirt right now, you’d see him in all his gigantic glory. How embarrassing is this? I can’t remember the last time I’ve gotten a hard on just looking at a woman fully clothed. I’m pathetic.

  “Yes, sort of. I’m looking to co-own a restaurant chain with him. The first one we want to open will be here in New York, and if it progresses as we think, it’ll be a huge hit. He, typically, does individual restaurants, and I’ve been successful with chains.” I answer her, as coolly as possible. I have to keep my wits about me. I’m a thirty-six year old man, for crying out loud, and I’m acting like a teenager with a hormone problem all of a sudden.

  “That’s fascinating, Brad. What kind of chains do you own? I know Andrew has this restaurant and a few others in the city.” She asks. I can’t tell if she is actually interested in knowing about my business or being polite, but I don’t care. As long as I get to look at her.

  “I have a chain of fifteen Mexican restaurants around the country called Pablo Verde, and a smaller Italian chain of six called Vino’s.”

  Her mouth drops open. What have I said? I hope that’s a good thing. I rub my hands onto my jeans. My palms are sweaty. Damn.

  “You mean Vino’s, as in the Italian restaurant with homemade bread and dipping oil? You have signature salads of cucumber, romaine lettuce, tomatoes and bacon?”

  Holy shit, how does she know about Vino’s? There isn’t one for miles. I think this woman just got even better.

  I chuckle, pleasantly surprised. “Yes, that’s the one. You’ve been?”

  She stares at me, then looks down at my arms, and back at my face again. Must be checking out my tattoos. I’ve got plenty more than those. Wonder if that’s a turn off or on for her? With how classy she appears, I’d bet they are a turn off. Of course they are. I’m an old, fat man with tattoos. She’s got to be in her early twenties. Way out of my league.

  “I’ve been to it like fifty times. There’s one about an hour out of the city. I sometimes take vacations at this little B&B about five miles from it. I eat there every day when I stay.” She admits.

  How is this possible? Vino’s and now my sisters B&B; that’s just too much of a coincidence. Now, I know she’s too good to be true. Andrew must have set this up. Bastard!

  “You stay at Lolita’s?” I perk my brows. Interested in what new factoids she might have learned from Andrew. It is wrong to play with my head.

  She chuckles softly with a lovely smile and twirls her hair in her fingers. My dick jumps. Tylah is absolutely beautiful. And my sister, Amy, would certainly find her ravishing.

  “Of course Lolita’s. I love that place. I go there every year after Christmas, and I try to stay a weekend or so every other month. If I get time. I’m busy with work a lot. But, I love that place. It’s so comforting.”

  Sureeeee she does. Not! There’s no Tylah that my sister talks about. I’d know. I speak to her constantly.

  I smile at her knowingly. She’s been caught. No lying to me. I’m going to knee Andrew in this balls later for this.

  “Yeah, I love it too. I’ve not met anyone who’s stayed there. Unless, I’m visiting the area myself. It’s off the beaten path. My sister’s the one who bought the place about seven years ago. That’s the only way I’d ever know about it.” I say rubbing my fingers along the edge of the table, to calm my nerves. My anger is spiking. I don’t want to blow up, but this lying has got me on edge. I breathe in deep.

  “Amy’s your sister?” she asks excitedly, her beautiful eyes brighten with enthusiasm.

  Whoa! Now she knows my sisters name. Did I tell Andrew that? Well, I don’t think so, but he knows I have a sister, who owns a B&B called Lolita’s. It’s easy to find it through google.

  I snatch up my bottle of Sam Adams on the table. Andrew had it brought in before I arrived. I tilt its opening to my mouth by the neck with my two fingers. I swallow hard and lick my lips. “Yep, my older sister. I’ve got a brother too.” I confess.

  “Don’t tell me you share the same mother? Because that would mean Ruby is your mom.”

  If Amy is my sister, doesn’t that make sense that Ruby is my mom? Wait…she knows about my mom?

  I look over and see a waiter standing beside her. Don’t have a clue when he arrived. Been too engrossed talking to this pretty little liar. Hell, at least she’s entertaining. Better company than the past woman Andrews set me up with. This one at least has a brain.

  “Tylah, what would you like?” Andrew asks.

  She sits back in her seat and stares blankly at the table like the wheels are turning in her head. Is it that difficult to decide on a beverage? Should I suggest something? No, she’s a grown woman. She’ll decide on her own.

  “You know what, I’d really like a glass of ice water with a lemon and a Corona with a lemon too, not a lime. Please.” She orders politely.

  Hum… A beer for a lady. I know some women drink beer, but I’ve not been out with one for ages. This week, my other so-called dates, drank girly fruit mixed concoctions. Yuck! I’m a man. I like beer. Never tried Corona though, maybe I should.

  “Certainly, madam.” The waiter bows and exits the room.

  “Sorry, yes, Ruby’s my mom. I can’t believe you’ve met her.” I state, shocked. Not, that I’m actually shocked as much as I lead on. But, I need to decipher for myself if she’s truly lying, and Andrew put her up to this, or if this is a small world and she’s being honest. I pray it’s the latter. I want to get to know this beautiful woman, and so does my dick. God, with that petite body of hers, my snake would surely tear her up.

  Oh, stop thinking, Brad. Stop right now! You’ve just met this woman. I’m losing it.

  “Of course, I have. I’ve played cards with her, she kicks my ass in poker, and we’ve had a camp fire or two. She loves s’mores. So, in the winter if she’s there when I visit we make them in the microwave. Ok, I take it back. We don’t, Amy does, and we just enjoy the fruits of her labor.” She chuckles. I love her laugh.

  The waiter brings her drink, and she stuffs the lemon down the spout, and hands the tall glass back to the waiter. That’s hot. A woman with her big luscious lips sucking on the neck of a bottle. Mmmmmm…

  I lean forward while she’s occupied, and dab the corner of my shirt over my dick to swipe the pre-come oozing from the top. I’m so horny, I’m surprised I can think as straight as I am. Then, I sit back in my chair rubbing my chin with my fingers through my facial hair. Does she or doesn’t she know my family like she says she does? That is the question.

  “Are you sure you kno
w my sister and mother? Andrew or somebody else didn’t put you up to this did they? This just seems like too strange of a coincidence.” I narrow my eyes asking her seriously. It’s better to come out with it, than let this question fester the rest of the evening. I hope she realizes, if she’s being dishonest, the jig is up. I need to know. Playing me about my family isn’t a good thing. And, if Andrew knows what’s good for him, he knows not to fuck with me.

  “Scouts honor.” She holds up her fingers with a warming smile. My heart thumps in my chest.

  Yes, I know she’s amazing.

  “Ok, so then why haven’t I heard of you? I know of two regulars at the B&B, and Tylah isn’t one of them.” I questionably ask, pushing my chair back slinging my arms across my big chest. Tucking one over the other tightly. Flexing my muscles for show.

  She notices because I see a little smirk quirks up at the corner of her perfect mouth, and she sighs. Forcing my dick to jump again. I wonder what she sounds like when she’s having sex. Does she moan like she sighs? God, I’d hope so. It’s pointedly raw and seamlessly erotic.

  “I know, because my first name isn’t Tylah, its Alexis.” She reveals and pushes her chair back.

  I keep my expression straight and taught. Yep, I was right, liar. But I must give her some props at least she’s being honest. Now. Whoa, wait! Did she just say Alexis? There is no fucking way!

  “I’m sure you’ve seen two of my sketches in the pink room, and the last names Monroe for validation. I do know your mom because she snorts when she laughs and sucks chocolate from her fingers rather loudly. Your sister has read all the classics and has a tattoo on her left thigh of a rather large family tree.”

  “You’re Alexis? Why did you same your name’s Tylah then?” I inquire, through narrowed eyes. Tense as hell.

  This can’t be right. Not the same woman. No way.

  “It’s my middle name. I have a few stalker ex-boyfriends so, I’ve come accustom to using my middle name as my first for the past four years. At least until I trust somebody.” She explains gently.

  Instantly my heart melts. I can’t believe she’s the woman Amy has been bragging about for years. This has to be her. Same looks, same name, knows about the art and the pink room. Holy shit! This is a small world. And, I’ve just ran into the sexiest woman alive. I watch her through my peripheral as the steak arrives, and she cuts hers into precise pieces. God she even eats perfectly.

  “So what’s your favorite dish at Vino’s?” I ask keeping the conversation light.

  She pulls her Corona to her lips and sucks back a gulp. I close my eyes to concentrate. My dick has been hard this entire time. I’ve been trying to ignore him. But, when she does stuff that sexy, he jerks and is whining to be stroked. I haven’t beat him off in a week. It’s about time, and I’ll have no choice after tonight.

  She sets her beer down and licks her soft pink lips. Dear God!

  “The lasagna. I love how you slather the top with homemade alfredo. I, also, love the bread. I think I can eat two whole loaves on my own.” She smiles shyly peering down at her plate. I love that she can eat. I hate salad crunching bunny rabbits for women.

  We talk some more with casual conversation. I believe her wholeheartedly. I don’t think Andrew set her up with these facts. I’m positive she knows Amy and my mama. That’s so hot. Alexis is the woman Amy has been basically in love with for two years. Now I can see why. She’s beautiful, witty, intelligent, sexy, and I hope I get to know more as time goes by.

  I’m convinced Amy was right, I’m going to marry this woman. No if’s, and’s, or but’s. This is the woman of my dreams. Hands down. Perfect. I don’t care if I don’t know her. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. Now the question is, will she or could she ever feel the same? She’s not looked at me like she’s interested. But hey, I could be wrong. I’ve been wrong before. My self-esteem is horrible, so when a woman picks up on me it’s nearly impossible for me to read into it. I just think they’re being nice. I just hope she digs me, as much as, my snake and I like her. I can’t wait to tell Amy. She’s going to be excited, jealous probably, but still excited.

  I can hear wedding bells in my future. Now, how do I go about wooing her into my arms and making sure she never lets go? That is the question. Maybe Amy can help?

  Chapter Three

  My eyes open and the stupid sun is shining brightly in my windows. I need some curtains for my bedroom. I stretch my arms above my head.

  What the hell happened last night? I met the woman of my dreams. We go to a club, and I watch her being pursued by some weird dude with blue hair. Although, she didn’t appear to be interested. I wanted to dance with Alexis. But I knew if I did, I’d cream all over my stomach in minutes. My dick wouldn’t stop throbbing.

  I look down and toss my sheet to the side. Yep, he’s hard as a rock this morning too. Go figure.

  Whoever that man was, that tried to pull Alexis from the club last night, got real lucky when her magical hands landed on mine. I loved how my fist fit perfectly between both of her hands. I thought I was going to blow my top and kill him. Touching her like that. Her arm was red, and I’m pretty sure I fell into a fit of murderous rage for a few moments. Scared the shit out of myself. But, when I touched her back and peered down into those majestic eyes, I thought it was all over. I nearly proposed marriage right there. Damn, I’m pathetic. Maybe she sensed it because she ran away so fast I couldn’t catch her. I tried begging Anne for her number, but she refused to give it to me. I’ve got to see her again.

  I left the bar and came home and tried to fall asleep. My heart still aching to touch her again. Look at that beautiful face. Believing in love at first sight, I know, is for suckers. Now, I’m one of those suckers. Happy to be. God, the way she moved her ass when she danced. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Alexis is like the woman I’ve pieced together in my fantasies. The woman I’ve always pictured marrying. I know, I’m such a sap.

  But, when you grow up with a sister like mine, you learned to roll with the girly punches. I played Barbie’s with her to keep her happy. We cooked with her easy bake oven, frosted cupcakes, baked cookies for school, and painted her toe nails and fingers on an occasion. I knew more about makeup by the time I was a freshman than I did about sports. I’m not what you’d consider a typical man’s man. I do like football. Go Dolphins! But, cooking and listening to music are my go-tos. I watch some movies. I love to read. That was the big ta-do growing up with a mother like mine. You had to read a book a week. Nonnegotiable. If we didn’t, we got dealt some rather harsh punishments. And, if you’d try to sneak it past Mama and claim you read, she’d somehow know you were lying and you’d get paddled, even as a teenager. I know that may sound severe, but I respect my mama more than I do anyone else on the planet. She’s the only person I take shit from. Anymore that is. I used to get walked on by Sophie. After her, I tightened up my game, and now I’m a rather steadfast and strong man. Which I’m proud to be. It’s gotten me far in life. My net worth is somewhere north of twenty million and less than twenty-five. That’s, of course, after I take out all my work expenses. None of that could have happened if my life hasn’t played out how it has. As much as I wished those eight years with Sophie didn’t scar me; I’ve gotten past them now and take it more as a positive outcome than a negative. If it wasn’t for her, I’d never have attended Sullivan University in Lexington Kentucky. Ergo, not ended up with such a successful business.

  I look down between my legs staring at my one eyed monster peering back up at me. I know, I know. You need jerked this morning. There’s a heaviness weighting down my balls…again. It only took about two minutes last night to finish. I’d been so juiced from Alexis that I could barely make it back home in a cab before relieving the building pressure between my legs.

  I cup my balls with my left hand tugging them slightly. Oh, fuck, yes! My right hand grabs the base of my shaft and I pull up to the tip. More pre-come oozes from my slit. With my thumb, I swirl it around t
he head slicking it up. Squeezing my balls a bit firmer I work my member. Root to tip. Yes that’s good! Real good. Throwing my head back against my pillow, I close my eyes groaning loudly.

  Yes. Alexis is sucking my cock. Those beautiful full lips wrapped around my shaft pumping up and down as she moans excitedly in her throat. Those eyes of hers burning into me. Shittttt! Her hot wet mouth encapsulating me, slowly stroking my dick. Her perfect pink tongue ravishing my thick bulbous head. Paying extra special attention to the little patch of nerves on the underside of my head.

  Yes! I breathe faster and pick up the pace jacking my dick. Fuck this is good. My body is tingling head to toe. I need to come so damn bad! Oh, Alexis.

  Her eyes burning into mine as she grabs my balls and fondles them firmly with her delicate fingers. Oh, fuck. Touch my balls baby! Yes. Her mouth sucks harder and needier, her eyes glazed with lust.

  I beat my dick like it owes me money. I’m so damn close.

  Knowing I’m about to blow my load in her awaiting mouth, a smirk curves up at the corners as she sucks me down deep into her throat, fitting my girth with ease.

  That’s right, baby. More.

  Fucckk… I’m riding the edge of climatic ecstasy. My body jerks wildly, as I fuck the head of my dick faster and explode. “Oh, fuck, Alexis.” I grunt, my come shooting straight into the air and landing on my stomach. Tremors take over my body as I jerk back down to reality. Phew. That was awesome. Nothing like a little fantasy to get your day started.

  I roll out of bed, and make my way into the bathroom. My snake is down to a semi now. Good. Standing next to the toilet I grab my dick, right below the head, and aim to pee. I finish and wash my hands. Turning around I open the steam shower and turn the nozzle to make it extra hot. I love when my skin gets beet red from the water. I need to wash all this come off my stomach. That was the best masturbating session I’ve had in months.