by Vivian Ward
She looked down at the money and smiled.
“For a hundred bucks, I’ll take real good care of you. What’s your name darlin’?”
“I’m Nick.”
“Well Nick, my name’s Tabitha, and I’m about to rock your world.”
“No,” I told her. “Your name is not Tabitha. As long as you’re in here with me. Your name’s Shay.”
She didn’t seem surprised or bothered by my request. She acted like it was something she’d heard a hundred times, and maybe she had. She just nodded her head up and down as she made her way to my side, spreading my knees apart with her hands and kneeling down between them.
“I’ll be whoever you want me to be,” she said, running her hands up and down my legs, stopping when she got to my knees and working her way back up.
“Do you think you can kill the lights in here?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said, rolling her eyes as she stood up and made her way over to the end table. “You ready to go now?” she asked as she came back and retook her position between my legs.
“As ready as I’m gonna be,” I responded.
In the dark, it didn’t matter what she looked like. Without being able to see her face, she looked exactly like Shay to me.
She ran her hands up my legs until she got to my waist and started fumbling around with my belt buckle. Eventually, she was able to pull it off.
I grabbed her hands before she could do anything else and pulled her up onto my lap, where she straddled me. Bringing her close in, I rubbed my cheek against hers, nuzzling her just a bit. Shay wasn’t there but, as far as I was concerned, it was her cheek rubbing against mine.
Softly, she leaned in and kissed my neck, flicking it at with her tongue as she grabbed my shirt and started to pull it up. She broke her kiss just long enough to pull my shirt up over my head.
She ran her hands up and down my chest and over my arms, feeling my muscles. Her neck kisses soon started to move down my chest and to my stomach before she slipped off my lap to unzip my pants.
I raised my ass up off the chair while she peeled my pants and boxers, sliding them off me and onto the floor. My cock was hard, standing tall and thick, ready for anything she was going to send its way.
I just wanted to fuck, but this chick decided she wanted to tease me first. She kissed all around my legs and thighs, coming just short of the areas that mattered. It was driving me crazy. Shay was a great tease, knowing just when and where she should be touching me.
“I want you, Shay,” I whispered into the girl’s ear, urging her to give me what I wanted.
Finally, she had decided I’d been teased enough and gave me what I had been longing for. She reached down and took my dick into her hand, giving it a good squeeze. I groaned loudly, not expecting the sensation to be so intense.
When you go so long without anyone other than yourself touching you, the feeling is intense when it finally happens. Just the feeling of her hand was almost too much to take and made me wonder how long I’d be able to hold on when we got down to the real action. I could feel the pleasure building in my balls.
She stroked me for a minute or two before I felt a warm wetness around my cock. She had taken me into her mouth and was sucking on it. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I could feel my entire body start to tingle when she wrapped her lips tightly around me. Even though I’m well-endowed, she was swallowing me whole. She was definitely a pro.
That thought snapped me back into reality. This woman really was a pro. She was nothing but a whore using sex to get money. She felt good, but she wasn’t Shay. I was in a room with the equivalent of a hooker.
I shook my head back and forth a few times. If I was going to enjoy what was happening, she had to be Shay. Yeah, that’s who she was. My sweet, beautiful, sexy Shay in her form fitting sweater.
It was Shay kneeling down in front of me like a goddess. I didn’t come to her to pay her any money. She’d chosen me of her own free will. She’d chosen me to touch and suck.
I thought of nobody but Shay as the pressure began to build once more with her head bobbing up and down as she sucked me into her throat.
With a handful of hair, I grabbed her by the back of the head, making her go faster, bringing me right to the brink of an orgasm. I pulled the handful of hair tighter when I reached the point of no return.
I erupted into her mouth and showed no signs of stopping. I could feel myself pouring into her mouth as she sucked and gagged, trying to swallow all of it. As my jerking started to slow, so did her hand.
When there was no more sperm left in me, she traced her tongue around my head, making sure she got every last drop.
As soon as she was done, my fairy tale was over.
She was no longer Shay. She was just a stripper who moonlighted as a whore. I sighed, feeling incredibly disappointed in myself.
I stood up as she flipped on the light and got myself dressed, not really having anything else to say to her. She grabbed the money off the table and took a seat on the bed, watching me through her narrowed eyes. I’m sure she was wondering what my deal was, but I wasn’t about to get into it with anyone, especially her.
Once dressed, I walked out the door without even giving her a second look and made my way out of the building and back to the truck.
I drove back to Shay’s apartment building, parking in the same spot I’d been in earlier. I sat there for the next couple of hours. I felt like a horrible person. Shay didn’t even know I was interested in her yet I felt like I’d just cheated on her.
I made a vow to myself that my next time would be with her, no matter how long I might have to wait. I didn’t want to be with anyone other than her. In my mind, other women couldn’t match up to her. Yep, the next time, it would be Shay sharing a bed with me.
Chapter 4
Shay
The snow had knocked the power out to my apartment complex sometime overnight, causing me to oversleep. I’d have loved it if that would have been the worst thing that happened to me that day but the electricity was just the tip of the iceberg.
It was cold outside. I have no idea what the actual temperature was, but the wind chill was easily below zero. It made me thankful that the heat inside my apartment ran on natural gas, or I may have woken up as a Shay Popsicle.
As soon as I got in my SUV and put the key in the ignition, I knew what kind of day it was going to be. The car did not make it’s typical buzzing sound I was accustomed to hearing.
When I turned the key, I understood why. Nothing happened. Not a single sound. The cold had drained my battery, and there wasn’t a soul around to give me a jump.
You’d think that would be bad enough but nope, not for me. Not only had the snow plow come through to clear the parking lot, but they left a huge pile of snow right behind where I was parked. If I ever managed to get it started, I’d have to figure out some way to back out of my parking spot.
I knew there was no way I was going to be able to make it into work so I called in, knowing that I had some personal days to use. My boss didn’t like the fact I wasn’t coming in, but he couldn’t really do anything about it. I never missed work so he’d figure out a way to make it without me.
Besides, it was going to be an office day for me anyway. With that call out of the way, I didn’t have to stress about getting my SUV working too quickly, but I knew I’d have to take care of it at some point that day.
Since I pretty much keep to myself, I didn’t have many people that I could ask for help. I don’t trust people very easily, so I never get close enough to anyone that I would feel comfortable asking for assistance. The two exceptions to that rule were Kim and Curtis.
Kim might as well have been my sister. She was certainly a lot better to me than my real family ever was. I knew that I could always count on those two for help anytime I needed it, and they knew they could rely on me as well.
After going back into the house to warm up, I called Kim since I knew she wasn’t going to be going
to work.
“Hey girl, all the snow we got is crazy, especially around here,” she said, not bothering to even say hello as she answered the phone.
“You’re not lying. It’s cold as hell too, which is why I hate to call you guys to ask a favor.”
“What do you need? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just this stupid vehicle of mine. It won’t start, and I could really use the help.”
“Okay, It’s going to be a while. Curtis has indoor work right now so the weather isn’t affecting what he’s doing. We’ll be by after he gets home.”
“That’s fine. I’ve already called into work. I’ll even make you guys dinner for helping me out.”
Curtis ran his construction company, but he also knew a ton about cars. I always told him he could have been a mechanic. He’s a man a loves his ego being stroked.
I spent the day doing the paperwork that I would have done in the tiny back office at work. I tell my boss all the time that he should just let me work from home on office day, but he insists that I must be there. It was probably bugging him that he didn’t have any say on the matter that day.
No matter how much work I had in front of me, my mind kept drifting in an entirely different direction. It kept going back to the enormous stranger who was temporarily staying and Kim’s mouse.
I’d never met anyone who looked like him. He was so handsome and rugged at the same time. I had no doubt that I’d be running into him again, but I wondered when it would happen.
Would it be a week? Maybe a month? Would he tag along with Kim and Curtis? That would be the best case scenario. I hoped that he would.
Even though I didn’t know the man, I felt like I needed to see him. I hoped he’d be wearing another shirt that was just a little too tight for his muscular body. His arms were so thick and muscular. All I wanted to do was grab them or feel them wrapped around my body.
I’m not usually a pervert or someone that has sex on the brain all the time, but I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if the thickness in his body extended elsewhere.
I mean, a man the size of Nick had to be packing some heat in the penis department, didn’t he? I wanted to know what it looked like. I wanted to know what it tasted like in my mouth. I wanted to know what it felt like inside of me.
It had been a very, very long time since I’d been intimate with a man. It had been ages since I’d had a man wrap his arms around me and hold me while we fell asleep.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt the sensation of someone’s lips as they kissed my skin or experienced a warm tongue on my wet clit.
I shook my head and looked around the room as though I expected someone to be standing there reading my thoughts. I was embarrassed to be thinking the way I was thinking. I didn’t even know anything about the guy I was fantasizing about, but there was something about him.
There had to be some reason I couldn’t get him out of my head. There was no way I could deny the instant attraction that I felt for him and wondered if he’d felt the same way about me.
Oh, what in the hell was I thinking? There was no way he was thinking anything of the sort about me. I know I’m far from ugly, but I’ve been cheated on by everyone I’ve ever been with.
I’ve been emotionally abused in one way or another by most of the men I’ve dated. It’s been enough to give me a complex about myself. I always have a problem of not feeling pretty enough or feeling like I’m not good enough for people. Doubting myself is probably my biggest flaw.
Later that afternoon, I received a text message from Kim.
Hey, we’re about to head your way. You still up for making dinner?
Yeah, I’ll whip something up.
Yay! You have enough for an extra mouth? Nick was wondering if he could come with us.
Sure thing. Hope he likes pasta.
Holy shit! He was actually coming to my apartment. As soon as I read his name, I felt the butterflies developing in my stomach as I jumped up off my couch and ran into the background to check myself in the mirror.
I touched up my makeup and made sure my hair was looking presentable before he came over. I wanted to look as good as I possibly good when he got there, just in case.
Once I was made up enough for my liking, I needed to get out of my sweatpants and old t-shirt. I changed into a pair of jeans that I knew made my ass look fantastic and my favorite gray sweater. I knew they’d be a bit so I got started on dinner. Knowing that Curtis and Nick had worked all day, I was sure they’d be starving.
I brought a pot of water to a boil and threw in some spaghetti before cutting up some crusty bread that I’d bought at an Italian bakery the day before. I wasn’t a great cook by any means.
The pasta sauce was coming straight from a jar but I did spice it up with some garlic and a bit of sugar, which I always joked was my secret recipe. After that, I made up a salad and sat out a few dressing options before setting the table for four.
The spaghetti was still cooking on the stove when I heard knocking on my door. I knew I didn’t have to say anything. Kim and I always walked right into each other’s homes and today was no exception.
“Hey girlie,” Kim yelled out as she wiped her snowy shows on the mat in front of my door. “It’s just me. I’ve already put the boys to work trying to get your car out from all that snow.” She laughed as she took off her coat and joined me in the kitchen. “Your boyfriend is out there,” she said with a smile, making some weird up and down thing with her eyebrows.
I didn’t know what to say to her so I just smiled and nodded back at her, acting like I was concentrating on the noodles that were basically cooking themselves.
She tried everything to get me to talk about him, but I was remaining silent on that subject. Finally, she changed the subject to how cold it was outside as I mixed the sauce with the noodles.
They must have had some kind of radar in their stomachs because as soon as the food was done, the men came in from outside. I watched Nick as he made his way inside my place, his eyes scanning his surroundings.
I wondered what he thought about my little apartment. Did he like it? Did he think it smelled good? Did it look clean? Suddenly, I was paranoid, wondering if I should have given my house a deep clean.
Eventually, his eyes made their way over to me, and I met him with a smile, this time looking him straight in the eye. I liked his eyes.
They were so big. He nodded at me and smiled back. He took off his sock cap, exposing his hair that was disheveled from wearing it. He didn’t look nearly as imposing as he had before. He now resembled a giant teddy bear.
Nick broke my gaze and looked me up and down before bringing his eyes back to mine. Knowing he was checking me out excited me. Hopefully, he was happy with what he’d saw so far. After that, we just kind of looked at each other in silence.
I finally looked away, telling everyone that dinner was ready. I sat down and looked up at Nick, only to find him looking back at me. The butterflies made a comeback in my stomach, fluttering all around. Why was he still looking at me like that? Was there something wrong? What was going on in that mind of his?
“Have a seat big guy,” I said with a giggle, trying to joke away the intense stare he was giving me. He almost looked like he was in a daze. Eventually, he blinked his eyes, smiled and took the seat directly across from me.
“Thank you very much,” he mumbled, looking at the food as he licked his lips. He looked over the offerings at the table, his eyes looking as hungry as he probably was. “Looks like you can cook,” he laughed, smiling at me the entire time.
“Well, I can cook some things really well, but I wouldn’t get too excited. Culinary arts were never my specialty,” I joked. “I wanna thank you guys for coming over to help me with my car. I know the weather sucks out there.”
Curtis started to tell me that the problem with my SUV was that the battery was dead, as if I didn’t already know that. Still, I let him explain it.
I’ve lea
rned that’s one thing guys love to do. As was typical of him, his tale about my car quickly turned into a conversation about their day at the job site and some funny stories about people they worked with.
I wasn’t interested until Curtis started telling me about he and Nick met when they were in foster care and gave me a bit of their history.
Once everyone was done eating, we sat at the table talking and joking with one another. I was feeling a lot more at ease, and I was actually starting to get to know Nick a little better.
Much to my surprise, Nick became much more talkative as we ate, asking me more and more about myself. I was excited that he seemed to be interested in me.
He may have just been being polite since he was at my house but he seemed like he truly wanted to know more about me.
I asked Nick some things about him as well, but he wasn’t giving up information very easily. He didn’t seem like he was all that interested in telling me anything about himself. We sat at the table until a little before 10.
“We hate to cut this short, but we’ve got to get home. Got a long day of work tomorrow,” Curtis said.
“Oh okay, well thanks for coming you guys. I really appreciate your help.”
“It’s not a problem. Thanks for dinner.”
“I owe you one,” I said, making sure I was looking Nick in the eye while I said it. “If there’s anything you ever need. You make sure to let me know,” I smiled, letting him know I was being genuine.
I said that to him as a way to gauge his reaction, and he didn’t disappoint. The look on his face was one of excitement and gratefulness. I was sure he was wondering exactly what it was I meant by the comment. His expression brought the butterflies out in my stomach one again.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. I’m sure I’ll take you up on that someday soon,” he said, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He didn’t stop looking at me even as he put the sock cap onto his head. Finally, he waved goodbye as he followed Curtis out the door and into the parking lot.
Kim gave me a hug and decided to make fun of me. “Oh, I owe you so much!” she mocked. “Anything you need you big stud.”