Chapter 13 – Virginia
Three Weeks Later
Casey had set me up on a third date, and I was waiting at the doors of the restaurant now in a short red cocktail dress with my hair tied up in a messy bun on the side of my head.
Since I returned from Alaska, my life seemed to have gone back to normal but I didn’t feel the same anymore. Nothing felt right, and even though it had been three weeks since I last saw Carl, he was all I could think about.
He had dropped me back to the house in a car and then left without saying another word. We had barely spoken through the flight, and I hadn’t seen him since. I knew that dad had seen him several times. They talked often over the phone, but I was too afraid to ask my dad anything about him. Carl had made it very clear that he didn’t want to have anything to do with me.
The guy with the blond hair and blue eyes who went to the same college as mine turned up in his car a few minutes later. I had already been waiting outside the restaurant for nearly fifteen minutes now. Casey had assured me that this guy was nice – exactly my type and she had high hopes that I would hit it off with him.
After Alaska, something had switched off in me. I felt heartbroken and rejected at the loss of Carl and the only thing that made sense to me now was to date other people. I knew exactly who to go to for advice for my new dating spree. Casey had several guys on her fingertips whom she could set me up with, and this guy was the third one.
None of them had been good enough. They all seemed too young, too immature; and the casual kisses I had shared with the other two guys seemed sloppy. There was no spark. None of that sexual tension I had felt with Carl; and most importantly, none of them had made me feel safe the way he had.
“You must be Virginia, I’m Luke!” this guy exclaimed as he bounded up towards me. “Am I late?” he asked, looking at his watch.
“No, I just got here,” I said, trying to find an inkling of an attraction towards him. He checked all the boxes: he was my age, hot, went to my college, and seemed polite. There was nothing about Luke to not like, and yet I knew I was going to compare him to Carl every step of the way. I was putting a man on a pedestal; a man who wanted to have nothing to do with me.
We went into the restaurant, and I felt Luke’s hand on the small of my back. My limbs immediately froze up. I wanted to yank myself away from him. I didn’t want him touching me.
We sat down at a table, and I could see that he was trying to make conversation. I had noticed him check out my body, and I could sense that he was attracted to me. As much as I tried to smile and talk and listen, I could feel myself losing hope. This guy wasn’t the one either. He was no match to Carl. I was going to quickly run out of options.
I zoned out while he talked about his love for soccer. All I could think about was Carl and the way his beard stroked my chin every time he kissed me. I was smiling weakly at Luke, but thinking about the way Carl had parted my legs, the way he had carried me tenderly to bed, how easily I had fallen asleep in his arms that night.
What had I done to push him away? He had said that we had to end it because he didn’t want to betray my father, but was that the truth? I had fantasized about him all my teenage years and finally, during this trip, my fantasies had come true. And now that I had tasted what being with him could feel like, I knew that nothing else would ever be good enough.
We ordered and ate, and the whole time it was only Luke who kept the conversation going. I remained silent but polite, and I was certain that he was going to get a pretty good idea that I wasn’t interested. Casey was going to be disappointed again. She was going to try and figure out what had gone wrong with this third guy, and I was going to have to lie to her and say that he just wasn’t attractive enough.
I pushed the food around on my plate listlessly. I hadn’t been eating much. I hadn’t been sleeping much. I couldn’t even concentrate in my sociology class. I felt like I was breaking from the inside, and only Carl could fix me but he was gone from my life.
I looked up at Luke while he described a game that he had recently attended. This guy was too clueless to know that I hadn’t been paying attention to anything he had said yet. I tried to look into his blue eyes, but it only reminded me of how blue Carl’s were.
I knew I should have been with a guy like Luke, that I was on the path of recovering from a broken heart; but none of it mattered. I only wanted one thing, and that one thing was never going to be mine. Carl had already made the decision for us, and he was gone from my life.
I finished my meal forcibly, and as the evening started to come close to an end, I could feel myself being relieved. I just wanted to be back home in the privacy of my bedroom and fantasize about Carl instead.
***
Luke and I stepped out of the restaurant. I could sense him trying to keep the conversation going. I had no idea how he had assumed that we had any inkling of a connection!
“So, I’d like to drop you home,” Luke said, as we walked towards the car park. I looked over at him and forced a smile on my face.
“It’s alright, I drove here,” I replied and I could see him trying to come up with another excuse to make me stay. I didn’t want to be rude and blunt with him, but if it came to it, I would have to. No matter how desperately I wanted to get over Carl, I didn’t want to string another man along for my benefit.
“Why don’t we . . . ” Luke had started saying when I sensed someone walking towards us from the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw that it was Carl, and I felt like someone had knocked the wind out of my lungs. I had no idea what he was doing here. I hadn’t expected to see him!
“Virginia,” he said my name casually in his usual deep, masculine voice. Luke looked at him, too, and there was confusion in his eyes.
“Who is this guy?” he asked me, while all I could do was gape at Carl. He looked hot in a flannel shirt tucked into a dark pair of jeans. His beard was neatly trimmed but still gruff looking. His blue eyes were shining bright and stormy.
“Why don’t you scream?” Carl turned to Luke, and I felt my mouth going dry.
“Excuse me? Do you know this guy?” Luke asked me, but he was glaring at Carl and I could sense that there was a fight brewing.
“It’s okay, Luke, I know him,” I said in a small voice. Carl had barely even looked at Luke; he was staring at me. There was a wildness in his eyes that reminded me of that moment when his cock had slipped into my pussy. He had that same look on his face like he was lost.
“We need to talk,” Carl said and I gulped.
“Who do you think you are?” Luke stepped in between us, and Carl turned his threateningly dark eyes towards him. He hadn’t said a word to Luke but was glaring at him now. The men were facing off.
“I’m going to ask you nicely once more. Get out of here,” Carl growled and there was a threat in his voice that Luke heard as well. He looked at me then, expecting me to give him a signal to stay, but I didn’t.
All I could think about was that Carl was here – he had shown up!
“Whatever. Have a nice night, Virginia,” Luke said, rolling his eyes and he walked away from us, leaving Carl and I staring at each other again.
“Have you been following me?” I asked him. I had to force myself to say something, I felt like I had entirely lost my voice.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” Carl admitted and the light in his eyes dimmed. I was surprised that he had admitted that he was following me!
“Why? Why didn’t you say something?” I could hear the screech in my voice. Even though we were standing close together, he hadn’t touched me yet. I wanted to be touched. I wanted to feel his arms around me.
“Because I’m addicted to you, Virginia, and I hate myself for it. I’ve tried so hard to stop following you, but I needed to know what you were doing,” Carl said and I gulped. What did this mean? Did this mean that he was feeling exactly the way I had been for so long?
“Carl . . . ” I said his name and took a step towards him. I could breathe in his masculine scent now and it made my knees weak.
“You’ve been torturing me with these guys, these fucking idiots who you keep going on dates with!” he growled, in a deep throaty voice, which sent goosebumps down my arms.
“I had to do something to get my mind off you! I needed a distraction. Nothing happened with these guys. I don’t want any of them!” I snapped and I watched as Carl gulped.
“I know nothing happened, and I want it to stay that way,” he said and he stepped up to me before I knew what was going on.
Carl’s lips were on mine, his fingers were in my hair, my bun loosened, my hair came tumbling down behind me, and we were kissing like wild animals. My breath was caught in my throat as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I could taste him now; I could taste his desire.
I pressed myself to his body, sinking into him as he held me. I could feel the erection in his pants, his cock digging into my belly as we kissed. It felt like a fantasy, like this was all a dream. I couldn’t believe that he was actually here, that I was really in his arms.
Carl’s hands wound on my hips and he lifted me up. Our lips never parted; we were still kissing. I could feel my bottom lip swelling up, throbbing from the force of his kisses. He had lifted me up and carried me to his car.
With one hand, he yanked the front door open and I was like a feather in his arms. He was carrying me so easily.
He threw me into the car and I slid over the seats. He followed me in and slammed the door shut. I watched him as he looked over my body. The car park was dark, it seemed like we were the only people there. He was breathing heavily as he sat behind the steering wheel, glaring at me like he hated himself.
“Virginia, I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said.
***
I reached for him and put my hand on his face. His beard tickled my fingertips and I could feel my pussy throbbing.
“I can’t stop thinking about you either, Carl,” I said and he reached for my hand, clasping it in his large warm one.
“This feels wrong,” he said and I slid over to him, settling on his lap. Our faces were aligned again and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“It doesn’t feel wrong to me. It feels right,” I said and I leaned towards him. Carl closed the gap between our mouths. My lips were on his again, and he forced his tongue to part my mouth so he could explore me.
My hands worked on the buttons of his shirt while he drew the hem of my dress up. I flipped his shirt open and my hands roamed over his muscular wide chest. I’d been dying to touch him. All these days, I’d been living off my memory of his body and now he was with me again. It felt impossible.
Our lips smacked when we parted. We were both breathing heavily now.
“I’ve been fantasizing about having you again, your beautiful body,” he grumbled, as his fingers touched my pussy through the thin fabric of my lace panties.
I bit down on my lip as I moved on his lap. His fingers were doing that thing to my clit again, stroking it, making it throb and pant with desire. I reached for the button and zip on his jeans, working them so that his boxers were revealed to me.
“Virginia!” he growled my name and caught a bunch of my hair in his hand. He yanked my face up so that he could look into my eyes.
“You are so fucking delicious!” he stated and a smile tugged my lips. I liked that he was losing control; that he had no desire to hold back anymore.
I eased his cock out of his briefs and stroked it. Today I was bold. I had wanted him so badly for three weeks that I had too many pent up fantasies inside me. I wasn’t ready to take it slow this time. I wanted his cock with a renewed desperation that I knew he could sense too.
His hands traveled from my hair and down my back until he was cupping my ass. I could feel his fingers playing with the band of my panties, tugging at them while I stroked his throbbing thick cock with my hand.
I heard the rip of my panties and he grunted. He pushed the material aside so that the folds of my sensitive wet pussy were now grazing against the coarse texture of his jeans.
“Carl, I want you inside me,” I purred, and our eyes locked. I couldn’t believe I had said the words, and it seemed like he couldn’t believe it, either. He lifted me up by my ass, just enough for his cock to slide into me.
“I don’t want to hurt you, beautiful,” he growled and I shook my head.
“You can never hurt me,” I said and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He settled me back down on his cock and I could feel it parting my folds as he pushed himself into me. We both grunted at the same time. This time, his cock had gone way deeper than the last time. Nearly his full length was inside me and I could feel the tip stroking that spot again.
I started moving because I didn’t know what else to do. I moved my hips and I stretched my torso, thrusting my breasts out towards his face. Carl smiled before he showed me exactly the way he wanted it.
He helped me up and I slid back down on his cock again so that now I was bouncing on his lap, riding his cock. I moaned loudly, as I felt him fill me up; nothing had felt this good. My hair flailed everywhere, and I purred and moaned with every thrust. His face was pinched and dark while he stared at how my body moved.
The car shook with our thrusts and it was filled with the sounds of my moans and Carl’s grunts. We were having sex furiously. His cock was pounding into my pussy like this was our last day on earth. I could feel him big and thick inside me – my pussy was small but it stretched for him, accommodating his length and width. The impossible was happening; his cock was completely inside me.
It was too hot to handle – he was stroking that spot inside me that was going to make all the knots in my belly come undone.
I dug my nails into his shoulders as I held him, and then biting down on my lip I rocked myself to an orgasm. Carl was smiling as I came. This time I screeched loudly and threw my head back. My body was soaring, I could feel my toes curling in my pumps as my orgasm reached its highest height.
Carl shot inside me and I moved my hips. I kept riding him up and down on his throbbing cock while he shook and came inside me. I could feel his seed dribbling down the insides of my thighs; I could feel him filling me up.
Our breaths and moans were mingled as we came together, and I couldn’t stop laughing. This was the best feeling in the world: to be with him, to have his cock inside me.
When my orgasm began to fade, I fell forward onto him, resting my cheek against his chest. He weaved his fingers into my hair and we tried to catch a breath.
Now that the moment was over and our orgasms had come to an end, I could feel that familiar dread taking over me. Was he going to push me away again? Was this going to turn into one more memory to cling onto when he was gone?
Carl was stroking my hair while I lay on him with my cheek on his chest. I could hear his heart beating and I didn’t want to say a word. I didn’t want to do anything that might ruin the moment.
“Virginia,” he said my name groggily and I closed my eyes shut. I didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t want him saying once again that this had been a mistake.
“I’m taking you back to my place,” he said and I straightened up, my cheeks flushed with excitement. I thought I had heard him wrong. Still on his lap, I stared into his eyes.
“You mean you don’t want me to get out of your car?” I asked excitedly and Carl laughed lightly.
“No, I don’t want you going anywhere,” he said and stroked my hair again. Then he leaned forward and placed a small, delicate kiss on the tip of my nose.
I felt like my heart was soaring. This was too good to be true.