by Claire Adams
Most of the women had to pretend as if they were going to say no. There was a certain honor in not agreeing with my proposition right away. I understood. I didn’t want any woman to feel bad or to do anything they didn’t want to do. But I knew how the routine went.
First, she’d look shocked. Then, we would talk, and I’d flirt with her, tell her how beautiful she was. Then, she would soften up and start to smile more. Maybe she would start to touch me more often. Eventually, she would agree that my proposition was a great idea. She would want me just as badly as I wanted her. There was nothing as exciting as the conquest of a woman.
Yes, I knew it was a game. That was the fun of it. Nothing serious, no strings attached. Just good, old-fashioned fun. We all needed more fun in our lives. Everything had gotten too serious lately, and I was tired of it. I wanted to go back to the days when people just fucked for fun and the freedom of living life was truly still there. The confines of my reality were often too much for me.
“I’ll come back and dance with you, but that’s it,” Lana said as we walked to my favorite private room.
She was impressed that I had the private room all to myself. I didn’t need a bunch of my friends to chip in and help pay it. I could afford it on my own. My job with my father allowed me a hefty salary, which I enjoyed spending on a variety of things. None of them very long lasting – booze, women, and trips. My father also ensured I had access to credit cards and bank accounts to pay my bills. Even his recent attempt to have me cut back on my spending didn’t bother me. I had plenty of other ways to get money, if needed.
“Lana, you’re the most beautiful woman in this place,” I said as I pulled her close to me.
She didn’t resist. There was something about a man with money that made every woman agree to things they might not normally do. This was just a fact of life that I had learned over many years as a single man.
“Thank you, Chase.”
“You know my name?”
“Everyone knows who you are,” she said with a shy grin.
It was true. Everyone around Atlanta knew who I was, and at Club Kitty, they knew me very well. I loved the atmosphere at the club. The men were laid back, even though most of them had really high-stress jobs during the daytime. And the women were down for fun. It was a dance club, but it was also a great place to socialize with Atlanta’s elite – at least, the elite men.
“And, you still came back to my private room with me. That’s pretty fucking bold of you. So, you know I’m an ass?”
“I guess,” she said.
She just looked down and continued her game. It was all right. I didn’t mind the games. It was fun to play a little with my ladies. It wouldn’t be fun at all if the women just came to the back room and spread their legs for me. I liked the hunt. I liked chasing after them.
I put my finger under her chin and pushed it up so she looked at me. Her bright green eyes glowed in the lights of the room. My other hand moved to her waist and pulled her tight against me. I guided our bodies into a soft dance with the music. There was no need to rush things; I would have her soon enough.
My body reacted to hers up against me, and I felt her uncomfortably shift away from me, when my hard cock pressed up against her. But I didn’t let her go. Instead, I held onto her tighter. She needed to know how much I wanted her. I wasn’t making that up. I truly did want her – for the night, at least.
“I should go,” she said, as she looked down at the ground again.
“Okay,” I said and released her.
There was no use in forcing her to stay if that wasn’t what she really wanted. But I suspected it was just part of her game, and she did want me. No girl wants to seem like she is easy. They have this feeling of being a whore. But having a night of safe, protected fun shouldn’t make any woman feel bad. They are human and have sexual needs, just like men.
“Um, well, if you’d like to just sit and talk. We could do that.”
“Sure,” I said.
Five minutes. I’d give her five minutes of talking before she gave into me. I knew girls like her. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her, but playing coy made her feel better about her desires. I wished I could just meet a woman who went after what she wanted and took it. I’d love to have a woman just grab me and pull me into the back room. I love any kind of woman any kind of way. But I figured that wasn't how most of them operated.
“What kind of work do you do?” Lana asked me.
“My father owns a manufacturing company. I’m in charge of international sales. It’s a great job. Lots of travel, and I don’t actually have to show up at work very often. But if you know who I am, I suppose you know what I do for work,” I grinned at her.
“I know you from your reputation. I don’t know much else. That sounds like an amazing job.”
“What about you? What kind of work do you do?”
“I’m in retail. I work at the mall.”
“Do you get a discount, at least?” I asked with my signature grin.
“Yes, I love it. I can buy all of my clothes at forty percent off. I also get to give my friends and family a discount, too. If you are ever in the mall, just stop by and see me.”
“Thanks, that’s really sweet of you, Lana.”
I didn’t care about some mall discount. But I knew that trying to get her to talk was the only way this thing was going to move forward. I let my hand move to her leg as we continued to talk. I had to push her comfort level further. The more she let me touch her, the better it would be for later. She didn’t pull away. In fact, I felt the heat of my touch soften her determination to just sit and talk.
“Thanks, Chase. You’re really sweet, too.”
“Lana, I’d really like to kiss you now. Okay?”
She looked up at me and didn’t say anything. I decided to give it a try and leaned in to let my lips touch hers. Softly at first, just to test out her comfort level.
Our lips touched in soft, small kisses as my hand moved up her thigh. She wasn’t as sweet as she pretended to be, and I just waited for the release of her inner freak. Five minutes of obligatory conversation was over, it was finally all right for Lana to give in to her desires for me.
We continued the slow kissing game for a few minutes before her hand reached into my pants and grabbed hold of my raging cock. That’s how I knew she was ready to bring the evening to a whole new level.
I grabbed her and lifted her up onto my lap, with her legs spread on either side of me. She moaned as I lifted up her skirt and let my fingers play with her wetness. Oh, how she was wet already. I knew she wanted me, and that wetness just proved my thoughts were right.
Her breasts were near my lips already. So I pulled them both out over her dress and let them look gloriously at me for a moment. They were huge, and perfectly round. My mouth took one of them in, while my hand moved up to play with the other one.
She moaned in delight, and I wanted to hear more of that. I squeezed her nipple hard between my fingers, as hard as I could squeeze it. The pain initially shocked Lana, but then the moan released, and she thrust her tit even closer to me. I moved my mouth over to the left nipple and let my right hand play. Again, I squeezed it hard between my fingers.
“Ouch, Chase. Careful.”
“I’m not a gentle guy.”
Lana contemplated what I had said for a moment and then something changed in the way she looked at me. She leaned down and kissed me roughly, as her hand grabbed my cock and pulled on it hard.
Oh, she liked it a little wild and rough.
She stood up and grabbed her purse. I watched as she pulled out a condom and leaned down to pull me fully out of my pants, so she could put it on me. I loved to watch a woman take control and roll the condom down my cock. There was a delightful mastery that women had which made the act look sexy and mysterious.
Lana straddled me and sat above my cock for a minute as we kissed. Knowing her body was only inches away from me was torture. I throbbed with a desire to b
e inside of her. I moved my hips toward her in the hopes that she would release me from my torture and slide her body onto my cock.
Suddenly, she thrust herself on top of my cock and threw her arms around my shoulders. Her body moved quickly, and I could tell her clit rubbing against me had her totally wired. My hands gripped her hips and helped her thrust against me, as my hips moved up to fill her up totally.
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 that 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 2
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. 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.”
“Alright, 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.