by Jamie Knight
There was barely any noise apart from the music that was playing from the large television screen. That light was also the only source of illumination in the room. It was as if time wasn’t passing and Steve and I were in a sacred pleasure zone for only him and I to know about.
He started grunting slightly as the pleasure made my body shudder. He reached down and played with my nipples, and then my clit, until I found myself letting go in a pleasurable, almost violent orgasm that rippled through my entire body.
“Oh my God, that feels so good, Steve,” I said, as I felt like putty in his arms.
I was gasping for breath and wriggling all over the place. It felt nice to just let myself go and be vulnerable with him, letting him watch me orgasm.
“Good,” he said, his eyes fixed on me. “I like to make you cum.”
I could tell that it was true. He was a passionate but hungry lover and soon enough, he turned me around and started squeezing my ass.
He started fingering my ass hole and I jumped a bit in shock, but I didn’t protest. I felt like my body was his for this moment and he could do what he wanted to with it.
His cock was so hard, pulsing and throbbing as it was crammed in my pussy while his fingers were playing with my ass hole, and I was starting to be afraid that he might accidentally hurt me in his vigor. His grunts elevated into pleasurable moans and it seemed as though he was never going to let me go.
I started working up a sweat, but it was because of the nervousness I was feeling, rather than the heat that was settling inside the bed. He did not utter a word for the next couple of minutes as he worked on my body and cupped his hands on my breasts and then let them trail down my stomach.
It was obvious to me that he was very experienced and skilled at love making, judging by how he was fucking me. His thrusts were quick and deep and felt so good; it was a fuck like none I had experienced before.
So, this is what it really felt like to sleep with a man who was truly crazy about me, I thought.
Or was it just that he was so experienced?
I was going to tell myself it was the latter, because I didn’t want to get my hopes up about the former.
It was obvious that his best position for cumming was when I was on my stomach and my ass was staring right at him. He worked me in this position while I came again, and he slapped my ass lightly, saying, “Fuck yeah, that’s right baby, cum on my cock.”
This made me feel even better and I was sliding all over his cock, cumming hard and good as his hands pulled my waist and ass up and down on him.
Soon enough, he grunted very loudly, his cock going nice and deep, to the extent that I winced.
“Yes, I’m cumming with you,” he called out, so loud I was afraid people in the hallway of his mansion might hear us, despite the loud music and the voices that I knew were still partying out there.
He came hard, his hand grabbing the pillow beside me with a lot of force. I felt his body shuddering as he finished off, then he got off me and lay on the bed, carefully removing the condom and casually dropping it into a fancy waste basket by the side of the bed.
That was a good fuck, much better than any I had ever experienced. But I guess that was because I had never been in bed with as interesting a person as Steve before.
He lay there panting for a while as I closed my eyes and tried to relive the pleasure he had just given me.
I started wondering whether this was going to be the start of an interesting relationship or if I could really walk away from it after one night as I had been planning.
I had a feeling that would turn out to be more difficult than I’d thought it would be to pull off. Because Steve had completely won me over.
Chapter 6 - Steve
We were out on a really nice date.
Molly showed me a local restaurant that was not far from where she lived, and they served some good beef combinations. She said it was her favorite restaurant and I started understanding why as I enjoyed the food with her.
We were seated at a corner booth that had excellent views of a small outdoor garden, and for once in this warm weather, it was drizzling outside. Everything looked cold and miserable, but my one comfort was being with Molly.
The past couple of months had been quite rosy for Molly and me; we were officially going out and I was liking how much she was enjoying my company. We were spending lots of time together and we had already spent a couple of nights together, as well, during the times that Kate could watch Kelly overnight.
Molly appeared to be quite happy being in my company and I felt as though she was changing my general perception about dating. If there was somebody I was feeling very comfortable being around, it was Molly.
Today, she sat across from me at the table, staring deep into my eyes, and I felt conscious of the need to reciprocate her feelings. We had slept together over the past couple of days and it was an experience like no other, even considering the number of girls I had been with before Molly. Suddenly none of them held a candle to her.
I had spoken with one of my friends who owned a restaurant on the other side of town and managed to secure a new waitressing job for Molly. She was extremely grateful and settled into her new work quite happily.
I wasn’t sure whether things could get better for the two of us, but I also acknowledged that our relationship was still at an infantile stage. I had no intention of letting Molly go anywhere, since this was the first time I truly felt comfortable being around a woman for more than a quick hook up.
Molly was already busy with her new job, but she always found time to come back to my place and even spend the night. I could tell that she was attracted to me from the way we spoke, made love and even how she just looked at me.
She was so smart and funny. She had a lot of life experience and some of the stories she told me about herself were quite surprising and eye-opening.
I didn’t want to disappoint her but instead I wanted to make her feel as enchanted with me as I was with her. I wanted to put my best foot forward. I was just hoping that my reputation for being a player wouldn’t affect how things were going for the two of us.
Usually, my status as a player was an asset, because it let girls know right off the bat that I wasn’t the “settling down” type. With Molly, though, I felt differently. I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t serious about what we had going on.
Because I was really fucking serious.
“So how has Kelly been?” I said to her, as we enjoyed the quiet ambience of the restaurant.
She talked about her frequently but I had yet to meet her eight-year-old daughter. I knew she didn’t want to introduce her to anyone she wasn’t in a very serious relationship with.
Molly took a sip from her wine glass. “Oh, she’s been very… ‘Kelly’-ish. Driving me up the wall with wanting to redecorate her room every other week. The current theme is puppies. But last month, it was unicorns.”
“That’s cute,” I told her, and meant it.
I normally didn’t care what little kids did, but the way that Molly spoke about Kelly was so cute; I could just see her personality come alive from the stories. I was sure that it was because Molly loved Kelly and I… well, I liked Molly. I supposed I wasn’t at the “love” stage yet, but it felt as close to love as anything I’d ever experienced.
“Is Kate watching her tonight?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Good ole Kate. I’m so glad I have a best friend and roommate who is also like an aunt to Kelly.”
“That sure is nice,” I agreed. “It sounds like a great arrangement.”
Molly nodded.
“I mean, it’s the next best thing to…”
She trailed off, her pretty cheeks flush with an embarrassed blush.
I realized she was going to say that it would be better if there was a father in the picture, but she clearly didn’t want to go there. She had never said anything about him to me, so I didn’t prod. Now
, I tried to think quickly about how to change the subject so that she would feel more at ease.
“It seems like you and Kate kind of switch shifts when it comes to watching Kelly?” I asked, as I had been wondering what their arrangement was like.
“Yeah, exactly,” Molly said, looking a bit more relaxed now, to my relief. “It’s a blessing and I’m really grateful for her. She works at the Hinton CPA office; it’s a steady 9 to 5 type job, because she graduated from college whereas I…. didn’t.”
There was another awkward pause, but then Molly continued.
“It’s good that she works days because then she’s usually available during the evening and over the weekends to take care of Kelly while I’m at work.”
“That sounds like a real friend,” I said.
“She is,” said Molly. “She’s been there for me during some of my hardest times. She’s like an honorary aunty.”
I nodded. I didn’t like hearing that Molly had had hard times. I guessed it only made sense. I wanted to make sure she never had any again, though.
I had to figure out how I was going to bring up the topic of me wanting to take care of both Molly and Kelly, because I wanted Molly in my life for good. This was new territory for me and I wasn’t sure how to approach the “settling down” part of, well, settling down.
I really liked the fact that Molly was mature and not some silly party girl like others I’d dated. All the experience she had with her daughter was showing in her basic mannerisms.
I wished I could explain to her here and now that I hadn’t always been a player. I had my reasons.
I had once gone out with a woman named Beatrice who was also a CEO of a large communications firm on the other side of town. One of my friends had hooked me up with the date and everybody assumed our relationship was going to be perfect because of the similarities we shared in our lives.
It was an equally rosy period for me, because the relationship with Beatrice had started off really well. She had similar tastes and we enjoyed being in each other’s company. I started seeing myself as being able to “settle down,” believe it or not.
Most of my friends were convinced that I had finally found a wife and that it was only a matter of time before we got married. However, Beatrice was quite demanding about some of the things she wanted me to change about myself.
She was religious and wanted me to go to church with her. She liked to have all my time, and wanted me to work less to be around her more. I tried in vain to please her, but she was always wanting something different, so it was impossible.
Plus, even back then, I hadn’t been the kind of guy you could put on a leash or in a cage or on display in some pretty shelf. I was hard-headed and stubborn, and so perhaps my efforts to change weren’t sincere and Beatrice had seen right through them. For whatever reason, it clearly wasn’t working out, and we weren’t as good of a fit as I had originally thought we were.
Finally, I told her that I couldn’t change any more and that she had to take me or leave me. She told me it was an easy choice, and left me. I wasn’t expecting that level of hostility, but, looking back, she had always been rather cruel and selfish. I should have fucking stood up for myself a lot sooner.
From that point on, I became a player, sleeping with as many women as I could find, and letting them know that I wasn’t going to change one bit for them because I wasn’t going to be around long enough for it to matter.
I can’t even say I particularly enjoyed the life of living like a player or the reputation that came with it, but I seemed propelled by it, as it was the only way I hadn’t gotten myself into another shitty relationship.
I was determined never to be put on a leash again, even though I wasn’t exactly fond of the methods I went to in order to ensure it didn’t happen. My distaste for what I was doing wasn’t strong enough to stop me from constantly seeking the company of other women.
My friends and co-workers were surprised by the turn of events in my life and in their eyes, I had become a shameless player. But it suited me, and I wasn’t sure how to change it. I hadn’t even wanted to, until now, that I’d met Molly.
As I stared at Molly seated across the table, I knew that I had to do everything to keep her. She was the opposite of Beatrice.
She had no intention of intruding in my life and she was happy with the way I was. For the first time, I was realizing that I could open myself up again and perhaps not get hurt. Or at least, it was worth trying to do that.
She was smiling widely at me as I noticed that I had been staring at her for a while now, but she had become used to it. I wanted to tell her just how happy I had become since the first time we met, but somebody in a suit walked up to our table and I was surprised to see one of my co-workers.
“Hi, boss,” he said, as he approached and stretched out his hand. “I didn’t expect to find you here.”
John was one of the accounting specialists in my office and we often worked together. We had a good friendship and since we spent so much time in the office together, we inevitably shared different aspects of our lives with each other. He was one of the co-workers who knew I was a player and knew that HR had told me to clean up my act, lest I bring bad press to the company.
I exchanged greetings with him before he extended his hand to Molly. He had a big smile on his clean-shaven face as he looked at her, and then he returned a knowing stare in my direction.
“This has got to be the first time I’ve seen you with the same woman twice,” he said, as if oblivious to the fact that Molly was not only there but also that she was staring directly at him.
In fact, he now turned to face Molly, all the while still nodding and beaming widely. “I remember you from the party at Steve’s house. Take care of our boss, will you, darling? He’s special to us and I’m glad to see he’s in good hands with you.”
Molly could only nod and smile. I noticed for the first time that John appeared to be slightly intoxicated. He must have had a little more than usual to drink, and I noticed it even more as he turned to me once again and kept talking, when any normal, sober person would have known to keep their mouth shut.
“Sorry for interrupting,” he said. “I just hope HR doesn’t find out about your latest bout of commitment to the same woman, because it will only help your bad boy image improve.”
I laughed.
“That could only be a good thing, right?”
He laughed, too, and continued on his way out of the restaurant. I was glad, because the things he was saying were slightly embarrassing.
Molly shot up her eyebrows at me but, to my relief, didn’t say anything. We continued our dinner in a peaceful, mostly quiet manner, with some talk about the tasks that lay before us at work in the upcoming week. Finally, we joked with each other that we didn’t want to be thinking about work right now, and that there were better things to be doing, so it was clearly time to go back to my place and have fun together.
Chapter 7 - Steve
Once we were at my house, I was glad that Molly didn’t have to go back home. She seemed happy enough being in my company and she went back and forth about whether she should get home to Kelly but then Kate called and reassured her that she was in good hands. This was something that happened pretty frequently for Molly and made me realize how hard it must be for her to be a single mom.
I got her straight into my room after driving from the restaurant, and I was hoping that nobody would see me out with her at least for the next few days, so that they would stop the fucking jokes that I was only with her in an effort to improve my reputation around the office.
I could understand how this was a new phenomenon for them, but it was fucking annoying as hell for me. At least no one could see us while we were tucked away at my place, though.
When John had walked up to our table and started making all sorts of comments about my past relationships, I was genuinely worried that Molly would immediately become resentful and think
I was using her.
That was far from the case, as Molly seemed like my perfect dream girl. Worse, I supposed, I worried that the constant jokes would make her aware of my former playboy status, and which dream girl would be happy about being with a player?
I tried to put that out of my mind now, though.
“Are you ready to be properly put to bed?” I asked her.
“I sure am,” she said.
Eagerly, I began to undress her, removing her tight-fitting jeans with some struggling as she looked at me seductively. She, in turn, removed my clothes and I stood there for a minute with my hard cock standing at attention for her.
She was enjoying having sex with me, I could tell. The way she firmly held my body, the way she moaned and grunted my name let me know.
I loved looking at her because she had a gorgeous body. She had large breasts that I could never take my eyes off, and she was very inviting whenever we were in bed together.
On this occasion, she clung onto my body tightly as we started kissing and I sunk into the bed sheets with her.
Her skin was velvety smooth and she grabbed onto my cock and started stroking me slowly. I was so erect I feared that my dick might fall off, but she was giving me a deep sense of pleasure that made me sit back and relax.
She leaned into the bed sheets and then disappeared underneath them and before I knew it, she had my cock in her mouth. Her wetness made me feel even more excited to fuck her, as she sucked on my dick for a couple of minutes, making me moan.
Then she reached into the bedside drawer for my packet of condoms and slipped one on me. She then climbed on top of me and slid my dick in between her legs.
“You really wanted this too, didn’t you?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“I love it when you take charge. And I love holding your curvy hips as you fuck me.”