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Dawson might be my oldest friend, and we may have a lot in common, thanks to our ex-wives, but I’d reached my limit… not just of alcohol, but of the past.
By the time I got home, I was overshadowed by loneliness, and I came straight upstairs and got into bed, my head full of memories of those awful days, when I first realized my marriage wasn’t what I’d thought… and my wife wasn’t worthy of the name.
I knew it would be impossible to get to sleep with Sabrina in my head, so I banished all thoughts of her and the hell our marriage became, and focused instead on the memory of that beautiful woman I bumped into outside the bookstore.
That didn’t help with the sleeping problem, because I was reminded of the fact that I have no way of contacting her… but it was better than thinking about Sabrina, and I drifted off eventually…
I wake with a start, turning onto my back, images of that woman still filtering through my head. Thoughts of kissing her, while my hands roam over her perfect body, mingle with the sound of her moans and sighs, and I suddenly realize something’s different.
I’m hard.
Bone hard.
The tented cover is a testimony to that, and I throw it back, studying my erection. I haven’t really given much thought to sex in the years since Sabrina and I split up. That’s partly because I haven’t had the time, but also because of the things she said about me. She didn’t hold back in telling me how much better her other lovers had been, and that I could never hope to satisfy another woman, and while I get that most of it was said in the heat of arguments, it was hard to hear and harder to forget. At least for a while. Of course, the other problem is, I’ve had no-one to get aroused about… until now.
A quick glance at the clock tells me it’s still only just after six. I don’t usually get up until six-thirty, so I’ve got time. And in any case, it’s been so long, this will probably be over and done with in a few moments. I reach down, letting my fingers rest around my cock. It feels strange and yet familiar, and I stroke up and down my length, closing my eyes and imagining the woman – the one I bumped into – picturing her lying beside me, her fingers around my shaft and a sexy smile touching at her lips. I move my hand a little faster as she shifts down the bed, gazing up into my eyes, then opens her mouth and wraps her lips around me.
“Fuck, yes,” I whisper, feeling her tongue swirl around the head of my cock. It’s so good, and I’m so close…
Just a little longer, though.
I sit up slightly, without opening my eyes, and now I picture her straddling me, my hands on her ass, her generous breasts crushed to my chest as she rides me, harder and harder.
“Yes… yes…”
My phone rings, and even though I’m on the verge of coming, the moment’s lost.
“Fuck it.” I swear loudly, my voice filling the apartment, and I snatch up my phone from the nightstand, swearing again when I see Sabrina’s name on the screen. Does she have to spoil everything?
I answer, because she might be calling about Nash, but I don’t feel the need to be polite.
“What is it?”
“Who got out of bed on the wrong side?” she says.
“Not me. I’m still in bed.”
“If I’m supposed to be tempted by that prospect, you’re about ten years too late.”
“Only ten years? You mean you were faithful before that?”
“Fuck off, Tanner.”
“I’d be happy to, but you called me.”
There’s a moment’s silence and then she says. “Yeah. I need you to take Nash to school this morning.”
“And you thought you’d insult me first? Was that supposed to win me over?”
“Stop being a child, will you? I’m busy.”
“Busy? Is that with work, or your new boyfriend?”
She huffs out a laugh. “And you’re the one who said you weren’t jealous.”
“I’m not.”
“Yeah. I believe you. If you must know, one of my regular clients has asked for a breakfast meeting, so I can’t take Nash to school. If you can’t do it, I’ll have to ask Dean.”
