CHAPTER 5
Alyssa
I fall into my bed wondering what in the heck is going on.
After leaving the police station I drove to my favorite coffee shop and sat there for a whole hour, just trying to unwind.
It didn’t work.
I didn’t even drink a coffee. I was already so high strung the caffeine would have just pushed me over the edge.
When I got home my dad was in the living room watching a game. I just flew right past him and up the stairs to my room and into bed where I am now.
I roll over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling.
All these years and I’ve never met a guy I fell for like this. And he’s not even a “guy.” He’s a man. A real man. And that’s both a blessing and a curse.
As a man he knows who he is and what he wants and isn’t afraid to get it. He’s care free and direct because he doesn’t care what other people think. He’s does what he wants to do and that’s that.
But on the flip side I don’t have any experience with a man. What am I talking about? I don’t even have any experience with boys my own age.
I’m in way over my head here.
And what if we had kissed? That complicates everything.
And how could I tell my friends? I’m twenty-one and he’s somewhere in his mid to late thirties I’m guessing? It’s not like the two of us can go out without getting stares, although I know he wouldn’t care. But what about me?
And how in the world could I tell my dad?
My dad had me when he was really, really young. He and my mom were only both barely eighteen. Somehow they made it work though and after me they even had my little brother. My mom was a tough woman. I wish she was still here so I could ask her for advice, but unfortunately heaven had plans for her already.
But who can I talk to about this? No one.
Does that include him? Should I call him?
Will he call me?
Are we still on for tomorrow? And if so, how awkward will that be?
But what wasn’t awkward was the way we almost kissed. He was so slow and patient. Watching him admire me under that light was making my heart beat a mile a minute. Just seeing in his eyes how much he wanted me, and then when he slowly and gently placed his hand on me and then still continued to look at me. A boy my age would have just rushed in and never let the anticipation build.
And thanks to that cop car the anticipation is still building.
Building to the point of explosion.
I jump up out of bed and lock my door. I flip the switch to the lights and dig in the drawers on the nightstand next to the bed looking for the ever-elusive pack of matches with the light from my cell phone. Found them!
I light the candle on the nightstand and lay back down.
Next I search YouTube for a long relaxing playlist without words and set my phone next to the candle where the tone and the lighting are just right.
I imagine him…how close our faces were to one another.
But this time there’s no cop car flying around the side of the building. There’s just us and it’s perfect.
I imagine his lips meeting mine and me melting right into his arms. I’m weightless floating on cloud nine, but not for long. I’m back in the moment running my hands up and down that body of his.
Now I’m getting hot and it’s my own hands on my own body where the rubbing is starting to take place.
I slide my hands down the front of my pants and underneath my panties. I’m already wet as I begin to rub in a circle.
My hand unbuttons the top button of my pants giving my other hand room to work.
I picture his tongue doing the work as we’re lying in some fancy hotel next to a tropical beach.
He’s naked and bronzed, from the day we spent together at the beach we discovered. And since we’re in the middle of nowhere of course we didn’t need clothes.
I rub faster and faster before sliding my soaked finger deep inside imagining it’s his tongue.
My body tightens and I choke back the sound of my climax. My arm is twitching as my peak continues right into another.
A good twenty seconds pass before my body relaxes and the tension leaves me. I melt into the bed and try to catch my breath.
The music on my phone stops and I reach for the phone.
Sorry about today. I wasn’t acting very professional earlier.
Oh my god, it’s him. It’s like he knew what I was doing, but right now I’m the one who’d way past the line of professionalism. Bringing myself to climax, in record time no less, while fantasizing about my boss isn’t exactly the kind of employer employee behavior that wins you employee of the month.
With my dominant hand still down my pants I quickly type with my other. I have to. He can see that I read his message.
I’m typing as quickly as I can and then my texting app suddenly disappears and my camera appears. I hear a snap.
I look down. My camera is pointed right at my hand which is still down my pants.
Oh my god! Did I just send that?
I reopen the app and there’s the picture ready to be sent.
Oh no, no, no, no.
I carefully back out of the last words and the attached pussy pic and breathe a sigh of relief.
That would have been a complete disaster.
It’s okay. I was also out of line.
I wait.
We’re still on for tomorrow?
Looking forward to it.
We are too. Brooklyn went right to sleep. You did a great job with her today. Thank you.
My pleasure.
See you tomorrow morning at the house.
See you then.
So tomorrow morning I have to show up at his house bright and early.
If I’m as early tomorrow as I was today then maybe I’ll catch him coming out of the shower. Wouldn’t that be nice.
But there’s no need to be that early since he lives just next door.
Wait a second. Does he know we’re this close?
We just met for coffee so I never actually filled out an application. Sure he’s got my first name and my number and he knows I live in the neighborhood, but does he know just how close I really am?
Unfortunately my window faces the house on the other side. If it faced his then I’m afraid of what my temptations might lead me to do.