PATRICK
I must admit, she looked damn good in that dress. I’d be lying to myself if I said she didn’t and I would have gotten out of there before I said anything I regretted, but I couldn’t just leave her there when she apparently had too much to drink. After noticing her friends safely getting in a cab, I suggested that I take her home to make sure she got home safely. I couldn’t just leave her there.
If she didn’t have too much to drink, I would have made up some excuse about having work to do. It was the only way I could avoid staring at her or drinking too much and saying something I wouldn’t be able to take back. Sure, I actually had work to do, but it wasn’t as important as I made it seem. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to control myself, yet I here I was driving her back home.
Seeing her in that tight dress stirred feelings in my gut and down below that I hadn’t attributed to Emily in a long time. She didn’t know, but I saw her at the bar long before she approached me. I saw the way that black dress molded to her like a second skin. The way the tight fabric outlined her curves that I remembered quite fondly, it made me hard. She always did. She had this innate ability to make me desire her, and it was never enough. I wanted her all the damn time. I wanted her now, and it didn’t help that the more she drank, the touchier she became.
It was innocent at first, her hand slightly grazing my arm or my thigh but then there was a time or two where she would squeeze my leg, or her hand would move a little too close to my groin. There was one point where I think she squeezed my ass too.
When she did those things, I wanted to reach out and caress her shoulders and slowly slide my hands down her hips and pull her to me. I was so close to giving in, and if I did, I would have slipped my hands to her ass, picked her up and taken her right there on the pool tables while she screamed my name.
These were all innocent thoughts of course, and I made sure I played it calm and professional. Having these thoughts was the last thing that I should be doing when it came to Emily. She didn’t need me trying to worm my way into her life, especially her bed when she was too drunk to be thinking clearly. That's not what I wanted at all, but I was stupid to let her go, and I definitely didn’t deserve to have her back in any kind of way.
When we finally arrived at her apartment complex, I figured out which parking spot she was telling me was hers. I practically carried her up to the flight of stairs outside of her building and helped her unlock the front door. Taking in the surroundings, it looked like her roommate went with her boyfriend to his place or elsewhere because they apparently weren’t here.
I found the light switch and turned them on, so she wouldn’t crash into anything and hurt herself once I finally left, “Emily, are you going to be alright? I’m going to take off now.”
“You’re leaving?” she asked when I finally put her down and made sure she was able to stand up.
“Yes, I have to. I still have to catch a cab back to my hotel room, I have a lot of work to go over before tomorrow.”
“What if I asked you to stay here?” she asked tracing a finger down my chest.
I grabbed her hand to stop her, “Emily, that’s a great offer but I don’t think you’re in the right frame of mind. How about you go lay down.”
“Shh.” she cooed while pulling her hand out of my grip and tracing that imaginary line again down my chest and stomach, past my belt and further down until she found what she was looking for.
“Okay, okay.” I uttered grabbing her hand which turned out to be a big mistake. It only gave her the encouragement to grip my cock through my slacks and run her hands up and down. “Okay, Em… this isn’t right.” I tried to stop her with everything I had.
It was tough, I hadn’t gotten laid in a long time. Not that I couldn’t, but I just was too busy with the growth of SP & Associates, I didn’t have any time to dedicate to anyone, let alone go out to meet people. It had been such a long time, I was losing this battle at my own self-control.
“Shh, Patrick. We both want this.” Emily muttered as one hand wrapped itself around my neck pulling me to her while the other unbuckled my pants and slipped inside tightening her grip on me.
It didn’t take long for my lips to find hers and it took seconds for me to give in. I pushed the front door closed before I wrapped my arms around Emily’s waist pulling her firmly to me. I deepened the kiss, and my tongue forced its way in between her lips. I couldn’t get enough of her, and my cock hardened as if it found its way home as her firm grip made its way up and down.
After several minutes of foreplay, I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to have her. I grabbed on to her ass tightly and lifted her up high enough so that she could wrap her legs around me. The tip of my shaft barely grazing her core in the process which only made her moan with excitement and anticipation.
After carrying her to her bedroom and shutting the door so that we had complete privacy in case her friends made their way home, I lowered her onto the bed softly and shed off my suit as quickly as possible. Before I lowered myself next to her, I helped her pull off her panties and the tight little number she wore until she laid before me bare as the day she was born.
After rolling on the gold foiled protection I pulled from my wallet, I lowered myself onto her, positioning myself in between her legs and braced myself on my forearms.
“Are you sure about this, Em? Because once we start, I won’t be able to stop.” I warned her.
Emily responded by pulling me in for a kiss, and that was all it took for the last ounce of resistance I had to fly out the window before I slowly thrust into her. It started off slow at first, but the feeling of her legs wrapped around me, it felt too good to take my time.
After several minutes of taking my time giving both of us a chance to enjoy this feeling that we haven’t had with each other in years, I started to pick up the pace and thrusted in and out as Emily called out my name and muttered incoherently how much she missed this.
I wasn’t sure if she only said it because she was still slightly drunk or at least buzzed enough at this point or if it was how she honestly felt. They say that alcohol was like a truth serum and I guess we would see in the morning what the case was in her situation.
I don’t know how much time had passed but with her hands all over my back, her nails digging into me, her moans…the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock and the sensations as my hips picked up speed. I grunted and pumped into her as hard as I could as I was nearing my climax.
“I’m almost there,” I grunted.
“Harder, don’t stop. I’m almost there too. Come with me.” she moaned. “Please Patrick, harder.”
I wasn’t one to not please a woman, and I thrusted as hard and as fast as I could, her headboard slammed into the wall and her bed squeaked with the rhythm of my thrusts.
“Fuck, almost there,” I grunted, and with one more thrust of my hips, Emily screamed out.
I laid there on top of her exhausted, unable to move. I’ve always loved the feeling of being inside of her even after our lovemaking. I reluctantly rolled off her a few minutes later before pulling her to me as we eventually drifted off to sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up dead awake and couldn’t go back to sleep. A part of me felt guilty about the fact that I slept with Emily again because I tried so hard to keep things professional. I never imagined that it would take less than a day to give into the pull she still had over me. I didn’t know what to make of the entire situation including our two encounters, and I figured it was time to call Sean, he had a level head and would treat the situation with objectivity but realism. I think he got those qualities from me.
Sean was always up late, and on occasion, he would be awake the whole night sketching design plans, so I knew that if I called him, he’d be awake still.
“Hey buddy, how’s it going in the Windy City?” I asked when he picked up after the third ring.
“Windy and freezing.” Sean joked.
“Ha, very funny. How’s it really going over there? How’s Bridgette?” I asked.
For a while there, it didn’t seem like Sean and Bridgette would have ended up together because of a small mistake on his part, but in the end, they did. I guess if you asked Sean and maybe Bridgette too, they’d say it was part fate and part luck. Ever since he realized he had been emailing Bridgette all along, they’ve been inseparable.
I guess you could also say that it was fate we landed the big hotel chain as our new account because their headquarters was in Chicago, where Bridgette’s new job was also located. That’s when Sean and I came up with the idea of opening a second location because it didn’t make any sense for them to build a new relationship if it was going to remain long distance. Nor did it make any sense for Bridgette to move back here when she just landed the position.
“It’s going well, busy but extremely well. Bridgette and Kyle are doing great also. Kyle’s starting to become an ace outfielder on his little league team. Our daily practice is helping him tremendously.”
“That’s great man, glad to see things are going well for all of you.”
“What about you? How is everything going over there? Have you picked up any women that are better than a ham and cheese sandwich yet?” Sean laughed.
“No, I haven’t picked up anyone other than the usual. Besides, scoring women and my lunches aren’t as fun if you aren’t around.” I grunted.
“You do realize that it’s your turn to find someone amazing, instead of the usual women you pick up that could never be your one and only true love.”
“I’m not looking for a future Ms. Mitchell,” I answered.
“Bullshit. Everyone is looking to settle down whether they realize it or not and if you ask me, we could continue playing our rating game if only you would consider the idea of relocating the rest of the company to Chicago. You are from here, aren’t you? Makes perfect sense.”
“I don’t know, I’ll think about it like I said. I didn’t call you because I wanted to talk about business. I called because I wanted you to guess who I slept with today, and I’m feeling guilty about it.”
“Who?”
“My ex, Emily. The Morgan Emily Tucker. The one I told you about when I first moved down here. You know who I’m talking about.” I emphasized.
In the couple of years that I’ve known Sean, he was the only one who pretty much knew the history between Em and I and how everything crashed and burned with her.
“Wow, man. How’d that happen and how was it?” he snickered.
“Better than I’ve always expected it to go on both counts. Not that I ever assumed I’d run into her again, but I figured if I did, it would be hellish. I always imagined she would go off on me and yell like she did before, but she didn’t. Frankly, it was peaceful, calm and dare I say…like old times?” I explained.
“Maybe the two of you were able to talk calmly because you both were at the place where you are no longer bitter about the situation and can truly say that you have moved on,” Sean explained.
“That’s not it. She’s still deeply hurt by it, but she doesn’t want to rehash the situation because she’s afraid it’s going to bring up the hurt and she doesn’t want to go through that again. It’s not because she’s forgiven me or anything because she’s not ready to do that. I think the only reason she wanted to sleep with me tonight was because we had been drinking.”
“I don’t think alcohol makes you do things you don’t want to do, it makes you braver. It makes you say things and do things you secretly want to do but are too hung up on social norms.”
“So, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying I’m sure deep down she still has feelings for you. How about you? How do you feel about her?”
“There’s still that part of me that has never stopped wanting her back. Ever since I ran into her, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her, and when I manage for a bit, there she is again. I keep running into her, and I’m not even sure how we keep ending up in the same spots and before you know it, I’m having the best sex of my life, and it’s with her.”
“It is life’s way of telling you that you two need to resolve the issue and truly move on or be together. You have a lot of apologizing to do, and she has already formed a bias about that even if she doesn’t want to confront it. Even if she slept with you. She will one day, and you better be prepared for it.”
“Yeah, I figured you’d say that. I’ve got to get going before she wakes up, plus, I must prep for tomorrow. I’ve got a long day ahead.”
“Same here. I’ll see you in about two weeks, around the 23rd.”
“Alright, looking forward to it. It was good talking to you again.”
“Goodnight,” Sean said before he hung up.
Talking about Emily with Sean helped alleviate some of the feelings of regret I had ignored overtime, but on the other hand, she’s all I can think of right now. Prepping for my day tomorrow was going to be impossible.