And Then It Happened: An Unexpected Romance

by Annie Green

  I was relieved when Adrian texted me back almost immediately with no mention of my previous behavior.

  I like them all. Why?

  My dour mood evaporated almost immediately. No, give me a specific one. I want to know.

  Damn. Fine. I like the eagle.

  The eagle? What’s that?

  Is this because you want to try it with your date? Because if so, I’m not telling you.

  I shook my head in amusement as Harrison droned on and on about nothing. I hated that Adrian had been right about Harrison and hated that Adrian was starting to become the one guy I wanted above all others.

  No you love it. You love Adrian.

  Fine. I’ll Google it. I replied, shaking the horrifying thoughts away.

  Don’t Google it. Why don’t I just show you when you get home?

  His playful mood was back so I asked, What if for some weird reason I decide not to come home tonight?

  Adrian didn’t reply right away and I focused my attention on Harrison. He wasn’t bad looking by any means, but the words coming out of his mouth made me want to go to sleep. He reminded me a little of Craig, actually and for the first time since Craig and I’d broken up, I wondered what I had seen in him all those years ago.

  Finally Adrian texted me back. Well if you don’t decide to come home will you at least tell me so I know where you are?

  His worry softened my heart and my resolve. So I texted back: Sure, but there is no way I am going anywhere with this guy. I can’t imagine he even knows what a sex position is.

  Adrian replied almost immediately. I told you so.

  I rolled my eyes as Harrison coughed lightly and asked me if I wanted dessert. I shook my head, eager to get home. I really wanted to get away from Harrison, but more importantly I wanted to apologize to Adrian.

  As dinner came to a conclusion and I was on my way home, my whole body coiled tightly in anticipation. When I pulled up to the curb and hopped out, Adrian met me outside, wearing faded jeans and a white undershirt. I hadn’t been this excited to see someone in ages.

  “Heard your old clunker pull up, so date number two was…” Adrian asked as he followed me into my house.

  “Terrible as usual,” I replied, conceding quickly. “You were right. He was awful.”

  “Did he bore you with stories of the water cooler and staplers?”

  “Several and one about a business trip. I wasn’t paying much attention though.”

  “Right, because you were too busy texting me about sex positions, which is intriguing. Why the sudden interest? Finally ready to experiment?”

  I moved around him and made my way upstairs to the bathroom. A long hot bath after this evening was definitely in order.

  “Because I knew if I asked you something personal you probably wouldn’t respond. You only respond to sexting and I was desperate to not die of boredom.”

  “Hey, I’m an open book.”

  “Yeah,” I said with a smirk. “Sure you are.”

  “Better to be an open book than a closed one. Especially one with such an intriguing cover. People are bound and determined to want to find out what you’re hiding in there.”

  “I’m not hiding anything, just a strong desire to get out of these clothes,” I began, gesturing to my pencil skirt and high heels.

  “Now I’m listening,” he said.

  “And into a bath,” I finished, walking into my bathroom. I didn’t even bat an eye when he followed me inside. Instead I adjusted the water temperature and then bent down to feel the water pouring into the tub, satisfied it wasn’t too hot or too cold.

  “So are you going to give online dating another chance or are you done?” Adrian asked as I poured in my favorite bath salts and soap.

  As the water foamed, I shrugged. “Maybe. Who knows? My prince charming may still be out there, lurking somewhere in cyberspace.”

  “Yeah, keep wishing,” he replied as he leaned against the bathtub.

  I folded my arms across my chest and slanted him an annoyed look. “Don’t be such a pessimist. It could happen.”

  “Yeah,” Adrian said dryly. “Sure.”

  And because I didn’t want to seem like a modest shrew, I slid out of my skirt and underwear without any hesitation before slipping into the hot water. Adrian was silent from where he stood as I leaned my head against the cool porcelain of the bathtub. It could easily fit two people and I loved the space I had to really stretch out and relax. Not that I could fully relax when I was naked in the same room as Adrian. That telltale throb was forming between my legs once more and I clenched my core in frustration.

  “You going to invite me in?” Adrian finally asked and I shook my head as I bit down on my bottom lip.

  “Nope. You’re not invited.”

  Yes, you are. Come into the tub!

  My words didn’t deter him however as he quickly stripped out of his clothes and sank into the opposite side of the tub. He was so large that he took up nearly all of my space. His legs stretched out on either side of me and I slapped at his exposed kneecaps.

  “You are way to big for this,” I laughed as he pulled both of my feet into his lap. Before I could protest any further, I felt his thumb dig into the sole of my foot and I moaned in pure pleasure.

  “Still want me out?” he asked as he continued to work magic on my sore feet.

  “Not if you keep doing that,” I said, my eyes fluttering closed as he massaged his way down my insole.

  “You’re pretty easy, Jane.”

  I sighed heavily in response, not caring at the moment. “You have great fingers.”

  “There is a lot these fingers can do. Would you like me to show you?”

  I don’t know why, but I shook my head even as my body cried out for release.

  Stop living in fear. Grow a pair and take what you want!

  “Why are you so hesitant?”

  “Because,” I said angrily, “I don’t want to end up like those thousands of girls you’ve fucked and then left.”

  Whoa. I hadn’t expected to say that, to be so honest.

  “I wouldn’t say it’s been thousands…”

  “Oh, just shut up,” I said. “Can’t you take anything seriously?”

  “Only when it’s not ridiculous.”

  “So my feelings are ridiculous?” All the previous plans to apologize dissipated in a puff of smoke.

  “No, but I think your reasons for staying away from me are. Just let loose a little. Let me help you out.”

  “Adrian,” I began, “I know we’re friends with benefits…although you seem to be reaping all the benefits at the moment…”

  “Which is your hang up…”

  “But I still have feelings and I’m scared that if I let you in, like I let Craig in, that you’ll tear me to shreds.”

  Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “I’m pretty offended that you’d compare me to that dick, Jane.”

  “Well, how are you any different?”

  “First of all, I’m probably way better looking and my dick is probably twice his size. Secondly, I respect you and I’d never go out on you while we’re doing this thing. He was an ass for doing that to you, Janie.”

  I waved my hand in irritation, causing some bubbles to float in the air between us. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Keep spouting that BS. I know guys like you and you’re all the same. Same look, same words, same goals.”

  “And what goal is that?”

  “To get between a girl’s legs.”

  “I haven’t gotten between your legs and I’m still here.”

  “Yeah, well like we’ve established I’m not your average girl and you have to change your strategy to get between mine.”

  Adrian was growing frustrated now. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked at me in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?”

  “No,” I said angrily. “I’m not.”

  “You really think I’m that I’m the kind of guy who would go through all this trouble and torture just to get a taste of you?�
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  Adrian’s eyes had darkened as he leaned toward me. I swallowed nervously as I licked my lips. I was angry and turned on and all I wanted to do was lick him from head to toe.

  “How do I know you’re not using me?” Adrian finally asked, his eyes flickering across my body.

  “Yeah. That’s what’s going on here,” I managed to say. “Serial monogamist out for wild sex with obnoxious neighbor. No thanks. I could have better.” As the words left my mouth I regretted them immediately.

  Adrian stared at me before he pushed himself out of the tub and began drying himself off. “You’re seriously sexually repressed. When you change your mind you know where to find me.”

  “Adrian, wait,” I said, but he was already out of my room and making his way down the stairs. He didn’t even bother to get dressed. He just strode out of my house in my towel.

  I slumped on the edge of the tub, the throb between my legs only intensifying.

  I didn’t even bother changing into pajamas. I just walked over to the bed, still wrapped in my towel and flopped down. I was frustrated beyond all measure, holding my phone in my hands because I wanted to text Adrian, but not quite able to actually do it.

  So I stared at the ceiling and counted to a thousand, hoping math would remind me of Harrison and boredom. But half way through, it only seemed to remind me of Adrian and the eagle. I ran my thumb along my phone’s screen before placing it on the pillow beside me.

  What a terrible day. I’d predicted it and it came true.

  Well, do something about it. Fix it!

  Suddenly, the front door banged open and I sat up, my breath coming in small pants as footsteps crashed up my stairwell.

  A second later, I saw a familiar silhouette in the doorway and I breathed a sigh of relief.

  “I’m not going to wait around for you to change your mind,” Adrian said, seemingly out of breath. “I’m going to get you off and then if you still want to be stubborn and shut me out then you can go right ahead.”

  I exhaled in relief. “Okay.”

  He stopped his forward motion and even in the dark I could see his eyebrows rising. “Okay?”

  “Yes, okay,” I snapped and just like that he was on my bed, unwrapping my towel, pressing his lips to mine. And when his finger slid inside of me slowly, the two of us groaned together at how ready I was.

  “How long have you been so wet?” he asked, as he licked his way down my neck.

  “For days,” I replied, arching my hips and spreading my legs to give him better access.

  He seemed to get the point. One of his fingers moved deliciously inside of me as his thumb brushed rhythmically over my clit until I was grabbing at his hair and pulling his lips toward mine.

  “I want you,” I breathed. “I want you inside of me.”

  Adrian’s groan resonated within my mouth and I could feel his hard length against my thigh. I was so close. So close. I writhed shamelessly, clawing at the sheets as he placed a second finger inside of me. This was so amazing. I’d been missing out. I’d been fucking missing out on life, I thought as I finally fell over the edge.

  I arched my back as I dug my fingers into his skin. I was trembling all over as pleasure washed over me again and again. Finally, I collapsed, my limbs like noodles, my eyes suddenly heavy.

  As I lay there panting, my bare breasts trembling from pleasure, Adrian continued to work his fingers slowly inside of me.

  “That was amazing,” he said, glancing down at me. “How are you feeling?”

  I sighed, completely satiated. “Really, really good.”

  The corners of Adrian’s lips turned upward. “I knew it. I knew you’d like being fingered.”

  “I did.” It was all I could say.

  “You still grumpy?”

  I shook my head once, too tired to even speak anymore. Slowly Adrian pulled his fingers from me and I nearly died when he placed them both inside his mouth, licking them clean. It was so hot.

  “Wh –?”

  “You taste just like I’d imagined,” he said, cutting me off. And before I could protest, he lifted my hips in the air and pressed his mouth to my center. I felt his tongue flicking across my clit, felt myself thrashing against the sheets, heard myself begging him to fuck me. And then I came a second time. It was so powerful, so overwhelming that I nearly cried. It had never been like this with Craig. Never. How was I supposed to be with another guy after this?

  Adrian rested his head on my stomach, my legs still wrapped around his shoulders.

  “Jesus, I’m turned on. I could seriously come right now,” he said, his words sliding against my sensitive skin.

  I wanted to ask why he didn’t, but I couldn’t speak. I was limp, exhausted and so incredibly satisfied.

  So I closed my eyes and despite the sleep that came upon me quickly, I vaguely remember seeing Adrian on his haunches, his hand stroking his cock as he watched me.

  And if that wasn’t enough to fulfill all my sexual fantasies, then I didn’t know what was.

  ***

  I woke up the next morning, my naked body twisted around an equally nude Adrian who was breathing heavily as he slept. The sun was sneaking in through my shut blinds and I was eager to stave off the daylight. Adrian looked so peaceful, so unlike the man who’d made me come twice with just his fingers and his mouth. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what sex would be like with him. And to be quite honest, I didn’t want this to end.

  Finally. Geez!

  Stilted, broken visions of Adrian masturbating over me last night flooded my vision and I suddenly grew warm. I already wanted him again. I knew these feelings were only going to intensify the longer we continued being friends with benefits.

  The logical part of my mind screamed at me to protect myself, but everything else slumped back in relief, begging me to continue whatever I was doing. It had been so good last night. So good that I crushed logic and decided to follow my heart.

  My phone suddenly rang, interrupting my thoughts as I groped in the dark for it.

  “Hello?” I said, not even bothering to open my eyes to see who was calling.

  “Jane. It’s Craig and don’t hang up. I need to meet with you,” he said so quickly that all of his words blended together.

  The desperation in his voice had my heart thumping in my chest. “You okay?”

  “No, I mean, yeah, I’m fine, but we need to talk.”

  I glanced over at Adrian whose eyes were open and watching me. When I mouthed that it was Craig on the line, he rolled his eyes. And then he ran his hand lazily over my breast, causing my breath to hitch.

  “Fine. We can talk. Go ahead,” I managed to say, earning a sigh from Adrian who promptly pulled away from me.

  “No. I want to meet you someplace. Could we do that soon? Say Sunday at our Starbucks at three?”

  I glanced at Adrian who was sighing loudly as he sat up in bed.

  “Sure, Sunday at three.”

  “Great,” Craig replied, “See you then.”

  “Fine,” I replied, not at all enthusiastic about meeting up with Craig or the fact that he’d interrupted Adrian’s sensual intent.

  When I hung up, Adrian had turned around. “You’re really going to meet up with that creep?”

  “He needs to talk to me so yeah. I am.”

  “I should go with you,” Adrian said, his back still to me and I couldn’t help but run a hand over his lean musculature. I felt his muscles bunch and tense at my touch as he added, “I don’t trust him.”

  “I was with him for eight years. I’m perfectly safe.”

  Adrian watched me before shrugging and standing up. “Fine. I’m going to take a shower.”

  I watched his tight ass and sexy thighs move across the room before they disappeared into the bathroom. He seemed upset about my decision to meet up with Craig and I didn’t understand why. I knew Adrian didn’t like him, but this was my life and Adrian didn’t have a claim on my time.

  Why are you being such a bitch
right now?

  I pushed myself up and rubbed my eyes. I still owed Adrian an apology for earlier. Being outwardly bitchy wasn’t my thing and last night I’d said some pretty mean things to him. I needed to explain.

  So without thinking, I strode into the bathroom, which was already thick with steam and stepped into the shower.

  “What are you doing?” Adrian asked, as he wiped some water from his eyes. I forced my gaze upward despite being temped to look at his hard cock situated between his impressive thighs.

  “I’m apologizing.”

  Adrian stared at me, water sluicing down his face and chest. “For what?”

  “For the mean things I said last night.”

  Adrian ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. “It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”

  “Yeah,” I said, shivering slightly at the cool mist spraying against me. “But you didn’t deserve it from me. So I’m sorry.”

  Adrian wrapped his arms around me and pulled me under the steaming water.

  “Apology accepted,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.

  Well, that was easy.

  “Did you brush your teeth?” I asked, tasting toothpaste on his tongue.

  “Yeah. I used your toothbrush.”

  My mouth opened in protest, but he silenced me with another long kiss. When we finally came up for air, he asked, “So did you like last night?”

  I nodded, feeling slightly lightheaded and breathless. “Yes, I wanted to thank you for that actually.”

  “You’re welcome,” he said, as he grabbed a bottle of shampoo and lathered up my hair. I loved being taken care of like that, loved that what he was doing seemed so intimate. It was making me fall for him in a big, bad way.

  “Tell me what you liked the most.”

  As he lathered up my body, I managed to say, “Everything. It was perfect.”

  “Perfect, huh?”

  “Yeah,” I breathed. “Did you…did you like it?”

  “Like it? More like loved it. Love seeing you come unhinged like that,” he said lowly. His playfulness was gone and in its place was a visceral hunger that threatened to consume me.

  “It was really nice being unhinged. I’ve never had two orgasms in a row before.”