Jessi’s first..

It was noon. Jessi’s husband was out at work and her toddler was napping. She was waiting on a friend to message her back.. a very cute friend.

Her husband refused to move further than five minutes away from his parents, which happened to land them on a Christian college campus. And since he refused to teach her to drive or let her see her parents who were willing to, she had to walk everywhere in town.

She’d met Lance on the way back from getting groceries. He was tall, fair-haired, and looked like he belonged on a surfboard instead of the middle of Hell, Texas.

That day, he helped her carry her bags to her husbands house. Her daughter really took a liking to him. He fast became a good friend of hers, and she eventually told him all the truths of her husbands abuse.

She knew she was becoming attached to Lance, and she felt he liked her too.. But divorce was highly out of the question unless she could support herself, or find a man who could take on the challenge of a woman and her child.

She knew it was wrong to think about.. but she wanted it to be Lance.

They had been flirting.. and he promised to call when he was alone in his room for lunch.. around noon.

Finally, Lance did more than messaged her back. He called.

“Hey Lance..”

“Hey beautiful. How was your morning?”

“Productive! How were your classes?”

“Boring. I kept thinking about you, and calling you this afternoon.. God, you’re so beautiful. That jerk of a husband doesn’t know what treasure he has.”

She blushed. She’d never flirted over the phone before, but she felt she needed to go to her room.

Before she knew it, he was telling her all kinds of sweet nothings and her body felt hot. She had never felt so.. turned on.

She told him how he made her feel.. and he felt the same toward her. He even told her that thinking about her made his phallus swell.

“Touch yourself..” She said softly, almost out of breath.

“You too..”

“I’ve.. never..”

“I’m stroking myself thinking about your sweet kisses.”

She moaned as she slowly ran her hand down to her panties. She let her hand slip beneath the thin fabric and rub the mound

“Oh Jessi..”

She rubbed one spot, right above her slit. She thought of him kissing her neck, undressing her, kissing further and further down.

She didn’t know what it would feel like to be kissed here.

“Put your fingers inside..”

“Oh Lance I’ve never..”

“Think about me..”

“Okay..” She was shaking. She had never felt this good before, and she was scared of feeling even better.

She had never enjoyed sex with her husband, but just talking to Lance made her feel good.. and he was showing her how to feel good by herself.

Her fingers felt warm inside. It was a strange sensation but she couldn’t stop.

“Oh God Lance..”

“Jessi.. go slow right now..”

“I don’t want to..”

He let out a deep throat chuckle. “Okay.. then go faster.. you’re about to make me cum..”

“I think.. I think I..”

She let out a loud moan and tried to be quiet as the muscles in her vagina started to pulse around her fingers.

“Lance, I think I just came..”

“Good timing.. I did too.”

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the coffee experience

I stared at Gilbert as he trailed off in silence. He had just told me an interesting tale about meeting some woman, and I was sitting at the edge of my seat, waiting for more.

The old man smiled wide and goofy, his eyes shining with some memory until I tapped him on the shoulder.

Hmm?” He blinked back the shimmer and came down to Earth. “Where was I?”

Did she ever call you?”

He scoffed. “It took her long enough, that’s for damn sure. My wife and I had broken up, but we were staying together for our baby. If only I knew then what I know now. But when Juliet called I was in a deep emotional hole.. but so was she. She actually tried to hang up saying it was a wrong number, but I managed to keep her on the phone long enough until I recognized her sweet melodic voice.”

The old man started humming to himself, his hands moving with the rhythm in his head.

The train track must have had something on it because there was a big dip in motion. Big enough to get Gilbert back on track.

Anyway, she called and offered to buy me a coffee which I accepted. Something told me I needed to see her and whenever I didn’t follow my instincts, things like my ex-wife happened.” He laughed heartily.

She arrived in a beautiful purple summer dress. Short enough to be flirty, low enough to be coy, with modest cap sleeves. She appeared rather nervous, which I took as a good sign.

She was surprised when I bought our coffees, and I told her that seeing her again was payment enough. Her freckled cheeks turned a lovely shade of red, and the rest of the afternoon was easy. We talked about everything, and nothing. We laughed together. At some point, we even talked about our ex’s. Her ex husband was the male equivalent of my ex-wife, only she had been trying to fix it when he cheated and kicked her and her baby out of their home.

She couldn’t help but cry as she told me about him, and I lent her a shoulder. We became best friends that day. She was always my best friend first.. A month later, I asked her to go steady. She was the love of my life, and I let her slip away.

Gilbert suddenly looked his age, older even.

I thought I was going to die.” His tone was defeated. “I got scared. I wanted to live my life. So I did some things I wasn’t proud of…”

getting the reader to feel…

How could you?

I never uttered a single word! Did you hear me complain? When we met, you told me this was how you are, and I accepted you and we created a relationship based on truth, mutual respect, and love.

I let you date other women. I let you sleep around. I didn’t even bat an eyelash when you flirted with my sister! You knew I don’t care for any of it, but you fucked the boundaries just because you wanted to!

When my ex remarried you definitely called it, you said it wouldn’t last a year and they didn’t even make half of that. But neither of us could have expected her to come knocking on my door asking for a friend. She was the reason my ex kicked me out of my home, but that was also why I found you.. and I was grateful to her for that..

Then you had to go and make friends with her.. then you had to spend hours alone.. and kiss.. and you tried to make a second girlfriend work but with HER? All this time I have given you your freedom but you had to want her too?

Then you had to fuck her. Under my roof. And you promised you would tell me if it ever happened, you promised you would use protection. You were supposed to be honest, if nothing else we have always been honest… but you lied and you didn’t even use a condom.

How could you break my heart? And with her of all people?

I don’t want a new relationship. I don’t want to start over. I can’t face this world alone, and you know it. I’m stuck here with you.. I’m afraid.. I can’t make it on my own, I know nothing of how to handle bills and I don’t even make enough money to try.

I can’t feel the pain anymore and I am settling for what you’ve promised me: a roof, four walls, all bills paid, eating out when I want, romance, affection, sex whenever I am in the mood. You’re giving me comfort in this life and I am throwing away my dignity, and the possibility of true love, a soul mate..

I am too tired to fight for what I want. I am too weak to go out and get it elsewhere. You’re all I have. And all I want to do is lay in the tub with an exactoknife and slip into the next great adventure.

Maybe in the next life I will be homeless, but loved.