“I knew you wanted me,” I say.
“I need you to fuck me,” she says.
“But no one’s supposed to know that we were ever a thing,” I say, wondering if she’ll realize I’m teasing her, or whether she’ll take it seriously.
“Fuck that,” she says. “Fuck me.”
I don’t need to be told twice, and I move fast, pulling off her top, revealing her bra, which I take off in an instant, with one hand. Her magnificent breasts fall out. They’re not the biggest I’ve ever seen, but they’re the most perfect. I just can’t explain it, but it’s like they were made just for me.
Her nipples are so hard they could cut glass, and I run my thumbs gently across each of them before taking them in my mouth and sucking on them, sucking like I’ve never sucked on anything before, not to mention nipples.
I’m sucking hard, and she gasps a little.
Finally she’s got my belt buckle undone, and there’s a greedy look in her eyes as she unzips my fly.
My cock springs out. Fuck, it always feels good to have the cool air rushing across the tip. I love the feeling when it first comes out. It knows it’s going to be happy soon, deep inside her.
Her head is bending down, towards my cock.
She’s so close I can feel her warm and delicious breath on the head of my cock, which is swollen beyond belief. It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen it. It sure knows it’s in for a real treat.
She’s breathing hard and her chest is rising and falling, her breasts doing the same.
Her phone rings.
“Ignore it,” I say.
“I can’t,” she says. “It might be…”
“It might be what? What the hell could it be.”
She pauses, bringing her head up away from my cock, far, far away. Too far.
I’m already aching. Shit, I hope this doesn’t turn into the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my life.
She reaches for her phone, which is in her handbag.
“It might be an emergency,” she says, but I have the feeling she was about to say something else entirely.
“Shit,” she says, looking down at her phone. “I’ve really got to go.”
“What the hell?” I say. “At least tell me what’s going on.”
“I can’t,” she says.
“There’s another guy? Are you married?” I take a good look at her hand, but there’s no ring on it.
“No,” she says. “But I can’t tell you all the same.”
What in the world is she hiding from me?
Her breasts are still calling out towards me. I want them so bad. I want her so bad, but she’s already putting her bra and now her shirt back on.
She straightens her hair, and presses her hands against her skirt and shirt, trying to press down any wrinkles or signs of unseemliness.
She must have a guy back at home. There’s no other explanation. If her mom was in the hospital or something like that, I’m sure she’d tell me. Why would she keep something like that a secret?
My cock is still out, still erect, pointing practically at the ceiling. It’s throbbing, and I’m still full of desire.
“This wasn’t a good idea, anyway,” she says, giving me one last look before she walks towards the door. “Just don’t tell anyone about our past, OK?”
I don’t say anything.
She closes the door behind her and the apartment feels emptier than it ever has before.
Shit.
I wait five minutes, to see if she’ll come back.
It crosses my mind to run after her.
But I’m not that type of guy. The women come running to me, not the other way around.
Anyway, she came back after a whole year. She’s not going to be able to stay away for long. She’ll be back.
So I put my hand on my immensely hard cock and stroke it lightly, thinking of her and her tits.
It doesn’t take me long before I come, shooting my come practically to the ceiling.
12.
Lexi
Damn that was close. I don’t know if I would have had the strength or foresight to pull away from him. Once I got close to him, I just couldn’t resist him. He’s even hotter than I remember him. I can still see his abs rippling before my eyes as I get into my car.
My mom texted me to tell me that Mia had a slight fever. No matter what I was up to, I would have dropped it for Mia. No matter how slight the fever, I’m going to be by her side.
That’s the type of mother I am, or want to be. I may not spend a lot of time with her, but that’s just because I’m trying to get far enough in my career that I can afford to send her to the best schools, not to mention pay for her university. I want her to have all the advantages in life that I never had growing up. I had to pay for my own school, and I still have some lingering student debts that I haven’t yet paid off. Law school was immensely expensive, and those debts will be with me for a while.
I can’t afford to lose my position as partner. It would be impossible to get another job after such a disgrace. It’s a good thing my mom texted, because if I hadn’t stopped, there’s no way I wouldn’t have fucked Jeff right then and there.
And that’s the last thing I need right now, to start up another fling with Jeff.
It’s already bad enough that we had what we had… If anyone finds out, there goes my career, and there goes Mia’s future.
My phone rings, interrupting my thoughts.
“What’s going on, Joanne?” I say, into the phone. “I thought you and Jason were having a much-needed date night.”
“He’s having an allergy attack. He accidently ate some shrimp.”
“Poor baby,” I say.
“I know, I know,” says Joanne. “But sometimes it gets old, having to take care of him…”
“He’s a great guy,” I say. “A nice guy.” And I mean it. He’s just about the exact opposite to Jeff Tallborne. I think I prefer Jeff more, although I’m not supposed to be thinking about him right now.
“Anyway,” says Joanne. “What happened with Jeff? You went there tonight, right?”
“Yeah,” I say. I briefly explain what happened, without telling her that we almost had sex.
“So you didn’t tell him about Mia?” says Joanne, her voice rising a little in surprise.
“I went to Jeff’s apartment tonight determined to tell him,” I say. “But… Well, I told him about the case, that I’m going to be representing the bar. But I couldn’t tell him about Mia. I just couldn’t.”
“I know it’s hard, Lexi,” says Joanne. “But you’ve got to tell him. Even if he’s kind of an asshole, he deserves to know. And think about how he could help Mia.”
That’s true. I’d never considered that, but Jeff is bound to have a lot of money from football. His apartment is extremely luxurious, for one thing, and I know how much those pro football players make, and it’s a lot. He’d be able to pay for Mia’s schooling, and I could then pay off my law school and university debts.
But, no, I can’t do that. I can’t rely on someone else. I’ve never in my life once let anyone financially help me. I’ve always been driven to make my own way, make my own money, and it’s not like I’m not earning money myself now. I’m no slouch. I’m a partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in Boston. I can do this on my own. I have to do it on my own.
“But he’s such an asshole,” I say, finally remembering that I’m still on the phone.
“You still there?” says Joanne, talking at exactly the same time I spoke.
“Yeah,” I say. “I was just thinking… Sorry, but I was going to say that he’s an irresponsible asshole, and I don’t want him fucking up Mia’s life.”
“You’ve got to tell him,” says Joanne. “You’re a lawyer. Don’t you know the legal implications of not telling him?”
It’s not like I haven’t thought about that. I’ve looked up all the laws. Joanne’s right, in a w
ay.
“I’ll tell him at some point,” I say. “Let me just get through this case, and then I’ll tell him. There’s so much pressure. Everyone’s really going to be riding me at the law firm in order to get this case just right… And I can’t be complicating things. Fred is still there, and he’s hanging around a lot. I know he’s just trying to find some weakness to exploit.”
“He was pretty devastated when he found out you were going to be partner and not him, eh?” says Joanne.
“Yeah,” I say. “And I worry sometimes that he’s capable of doing anything to get me fired so he can swoop into the position.”
“I wouldn’t worry about him,” says Joanne. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re going to tell Jeff. No matter who he is or what he’s like, you’ve got to tell him.”
“Listen, Joanne,” I say. “I’ve got to go. I’m pulling into my mom’s drive way now.”
We say goodbye, and I get out of the car.
My mom’s still awake, watching an old black and white movie. Her house is full of dog hair, and I’m immediately greeted by her five large black dogs that jump on me.
“Down, boys,” says my mom, and they obey, going back to curl up by her feet.
They’re well-behaved dogs, that’s for sure.
There’s a picture of my dad on top of the TV, and I feel a pang in my chest when I look at the picture. It feels like he just died yesterday, but in reality it was fifteen years ago, from a heart attack that no one was expecting. It came at a bad time for me personally, just when I was trying to become a more serious student.
“How is she?” I say.
“Fine,” says mom.
“I thought you said she had a fever?”
“Oh,” says my mom. “I might have overreacted. I thought she felt hot.”
I take Mia from my mom’s arms, and feel her forehead. She’s still sleeping, and looks just like a perfect little angel. Her forehead feels fine, but I want to double-check her temperature anyway.
I ask my mom for a thermometer, and she hands me one.
“You already took it?”
“After I called you. And it’s fine.”
I take it once more, just to be sure, and sure enough Mia’s completely fine.
I sigh. I was really worried, but I guess it’s better for your baby sitter to be over protective rather than under-protected and un-concerned.
“How’d it go with Jeff?” says my mom, taking her eyes off the television completely for the first time.
I didn’t tell her much, but I have told her that Jeff’s Mia’s father. I can lie to the law firm, but I just can’t lie to my mother.
She gives me the same speech, almost word for word, that Joanne just gave me on the phone.
I interrupt her. “I know, I know,” I say. “I have to tell him, and I’m going to.”
“You didn’t fuck him, did you?” says my mom, giving me a piercing look that makes me feel like she has x-ray vision and can see right into my head and know exactly what I’m thinking.
I shake my head. “Gross,” I say, hoping I’m sounding convincing. I may have told her Jeff’s Mia’s father, but if there’s one thing I can lie to my mother about, it’s who I’ve slept with, or almost slept with. “Why do you have to say it like that, mom?”
My mom just shrugs. “That’s how everyone talks these days,” she says. “But it’s better to just say things as they are, right?”
I feel like she’s making a subtle comment about my situation with Jeff and Mia, but I don’t have the energy to talk to her anymore.
I kiss her and say goodbye, and head back to my apartment with Mia.
I put Mia to bed, in my room, of course, and lie down, finally, after undressing.
Fuck, it’s been a long day. A very long day.
My phone beeps.
It’s a text message from Jeff.
“Thinking of me?” it reads.
As I close my eyes, I find that I am thinking of him. His body is naked in my mind’s eye, his muscles bulging.
I fall asleep and have dreams of Jeff all night long. They’re strange dreams, where we’re in some futuristic world where everything is organized and run by robots. Jeff and I are trying to flee, trying to sail away on a traditional sailboat. Mia’s a grown woman, and she’s helping us sail.
But there’s not a mark of age on Jeff’s face. I can’t see myself, but even in my dream, I wonder what I look like, and wonder if Jeff still loves me.
I wake up with my heart pounding. Something scary was happening in the dream, but I can’t remember what it was.
There’s a lot to do. I have to drop Mia off at Joanne’s before work.
Mia’s crying, and I spend the rest of the morning rushing around trying to do everything for her, changing her diaper, and feeding her. I use a breast pump, since a doctor got me all concerned about giving her formula. But it means that I have to spend a lot of extra time in my day just to make sure Mia’s fed.
I look at myself in the mirror and remember that part of the drama where I was concerned about how I look. I pat my stomach, slightly dissatisfied with how the post-pregnancy weight-loss attempt is going. I never knew it’d be this hard.
Jeff didn’t seem to mind, though.
Jeff—he’s on my mind all morning as I run through the paperwork for my upcoming case and make a few calls. I have to chat with the owners of the bar, who are very determined to win, it seems. That makes sense, though, since it’s not like anyone goes into a case thinking they’d like to lose.
I almost find myself saying, “he’s not that bad of a guy,” to them when they start calling him a huge asshole.
But I catch myself in time.
Hey, I know he’s an asshole, but I should be the one to call him an asshole, not these bar owners.
But why? Is he mine?
No, he’s not mine.
At the end of the day, I find myself picking up the phone and hitting Jeff’s name on the contacts list.
As the phone rings, I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
But I guess I can’t help myself.
13
Jeff
“You couldn’t keep away, could you?” I say. “I knew you’d be back.”
“Let’s keep it short,” she says. “Not to mention discreet.”
“Perfect,” I say. “My place tonight, then, OK?”
She pauses, before agreeing.
My dick’s already hard at the thought of her coming over.
I hang up the phone and put it away in my locker, inside my duffel bag.
“Booty call, Jeff?” calls one of the teammates.
I don’t answer.
“Got to keep your concentration trained on next week’s game,” says coach, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. “Don’t be messing around with women now.”
“But it’s the only thing that really de-stresses me, coach,” I say. I get a big laugh from the rest of the team, who are in various states of undress. Some of the guys are walking around buck naked, and a few more are just wearing their cups and jock straps.
“Hey, Jeff,” says coach, in a lower voice. “Did you get over to see Tom?”
I nod my head, and tell him all about how Tom’s doing. Basically I tell him Tom’s doing great, which perks him right up.
“It’d be great to have him play again this season,” says coach.
“I’m not sure what the deal is,” I say. “I think he’s there voluntarily?”
“What?” says coach, growing red in the face seemingly instantly. “What the hell? We can’t have that… I thought…”
“I thought you should really already know this kind of stuff,” I say. “Don’t you have lawyers working on the contract and everything, especially since he’s not playing?”
“I’ll have to check on that,” says coach.
The practice goes well. I’m feeling light and limber. A big part of that is knowing that I’m going to have Lexi
tonight at my apartment. This time there aren’t going to be any interruptions. Hell, I’ll put her cell phone in the refrigerator if I have to. No more distractions. I need to have her. There’s nothing that can keep me from her.
She’s on my mind all during the rest of the day.
The only thing that keep nagging me is wondering what the secret is that she’s hiding from me.
I just know there’s something, given how she acted when she got that text message. She practically ran out of the apartment.
Well, I can worry about that later, once she’s mine.
I’m not just going to fuck her this time. Hell, I might even decide to let her date me.
That’s how much… well, I was about to say ‘she means to me,’ but that sounds a little cheesy even to me, even as I’m talking to myself in my head. Fuck is she hot—let’s just leave it at that for now.
I don’t bother with the roses today. Hell, the roses from last night are still lying around. The maid doesn’t come until tomorrow. The flowers are looking more than a little wilted. Maybe I’ll just keep the lights low and Lexi won’t be none the wiser.
The doorbell rings. It’s her.
I open the door to find her wearing a trench coat style raincoat.
“Wardrobe change?” I say. “New dress code at the law firm?”
She doesn’t say anything as she undoes the long belt and lets the trench coat fall away from her as she steps towards me, completely naked.
Oh shit is this hot.
My dick’s sprung up completely and I can feel my blood getting hot for her.
“I thought you wanted to be discreet?” I say, but she doesn’t answer and kisses me long and hard, pushing me back into the apartment.
14.
Lexi
I don’t know what’s come over me. Maybe it’s how much pressure I’m under simply to not have sexual relations with Jeff. My career is riding on it. Mia’s future is riding on it. It seems like everyone I know is telling me this is going to be a bad idea.
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