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The shape of her body sticks in my mind, the softness of her curves, the fullness of her hips, the swell of her breasts. I put my hands to my eyes, trying to wipe her image away from the backs of my lids. But the sight of her has been burned into my memory. It took every bit of self-control I had at the ribbon cutting ceremony to walk away from her. I allowed myself just a single touch, as I set my hand on the small of her back and led her to the big ribbon. But my hands were twitching with the need to feel her the entire time I stood by her side. And the mental energy it took to suppress the animal inside me and control the erection that was semi-hard the moment I saw her, that was exhausting. It will be exhausting the more I spend with her at the clinic. The press would have a field day with that one, if they picked up any chemistry between us. They’ve been up my ass lately, ever since they heard rumors of me retiring.
After grabbing dinner with my agent and going over a few press points for my next interview, I head back to my house on the hill. After making sure my family was taken care of after my first big payday when being drafted into the NFL, my house was the first thing I bought for myself. Ten thousand square feet, five bedrooms, three bathrooms, indoor pool, spa, sauna, screening room, game room, everything I could ever want—except the one thing I actually want. Popularity couldn’t win her then and I doubt the square footage of my home can win her now. The house feels even bigger right now. It’s everything I dreamt of but it’s also empty and lonely. After seeing Claire, I’m reminded of those feelings I once had. I’d convinced myself over the years that it was just lust, that we had unfinished business and that’s why I’ve continued to pine after her, but that’s not it. There’s always been something special about her. I never got to know her well enough to figure out exactly what that thing is, but I felt it again today. It’s chemistry. It’s scientific. It’s relativity, gravity, black holes, dark matter, infinity—things that people have theories about but we don’t really know what or why any of it exists. That’s the only way I can explain this pull I have toward Claire. All I know is from the first time I saw her, she became the sun and I revolved around her.
I sigh as I shrug off my suit and hang it up to be dry cleaned. I put on a pair of sweatpants and sit on the edge of my bed, looking out at the view of Lake Michigan. That’s why I chose this home in the first place. It wasn’t because of all the things inside of it. It was because of how it made me feel when I stood inside looking out.
I close my eyes. For the first time since I moved in, the view can’t hold my interest.
I remember the feel of Claire’s warm skin, her hand dwarfed by mine as we cut the ribbon. Then I think about back in college, how she fit perfectly into my arms, how tight she was when I was inside of her. Reaching inside of my sweatpants, I wrap my hand around my hard cock and start to stroke. Her pussy smelled and tasted so sweet. Her scent drove me absolutely inside. I felt literally out of my mind, like I was floating above my body. The term being on cloud nine made perfect sense to me when I finally fucked Claire.
I remember trying so hard not to come. Just the thought of her alone back then could have made me burst. I’m far more disciplined now. Now I could go hours, but back then I was young and struggled with self-control.
I stroke faster as I remember how delicate and fragile she seemed. Her pussy looked so small next to my cock. It was a miracle I didn’t split her in half. I could tell she was afraid, but she’d wanted it. Bad. She was so wet and swollen and eager.
Maybe I don’t have as much self-control as I thought because remembering the soft pink flesh between her legs and the way her body spasmed around my cock when she came, it sends me over the edge. I let out a loud groan as ropes of cum shoot from my cock. My eyes are closed so I don’t see where they land. My poor cleaning lady. I’ll have to tip her extra for this one.
I flop back on the bed, my cock still out, still hard. It’s been a long day and I’m exhausted. I’d hoped that after rubbing one out I could get some reprieve from her memory, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Claire is still taking up every inch of space in my head. Except now I’m not thinking about her gorgeous body or those full lips around my cock. Now I’m stuck thinking about the aftermath, how she used me and tossed me to the side when she got what she wanted from me. She insulted me, my intelligence. She turned me into a cliché and never talked to me again.
