I wait around for a while for Eddie to wake up, but it is starting to seem like he is out for the night. I don’t want to keep Sylvia waiting, so I stand up to leave. As soon as I do, he stirs. “Hey,” he says weakly.

“Hey,” I say with a smile, “They’re delaying your surgery until tomorrow.” I sit back down, and he completely ignores what I just said. He’s really out of it –even more so than usual.

“That Sylvia is really fine.” He says, and it is so out of character that I can’t help but to laugh. His eyes are squinted like he’s fighting to stay awake.

“Thanks, man.” I say, laughing.

“But that Éclair is really fine too.” He says, “Why the fuck are you able to pull that sort of shit off when I can’t even keep a girl from cheating?”

I frown, knowing he is referring to his fiancé I had slept with. “Eddie, I’m really sorry.”

He waves his hand. “She was a skank.” He laughs. “Women love that pretty face of yours. You’re lucky. You have choices. Just don’t make the wrong one.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean Sylvia. She’s sweet, but she’s not for you. Éclair loves you.”

I laugh at the thought. Éclair is a good friend, but I could not even imagine what the words I love you would even sound like coming from her lips. “Geeze, man, what sort of drugs are you on?” I ask.

“You should date Éclair.” He says, “Fuck it, you should put a ring on that bitch.”

I laugh again. “Easy there, tiger. I think I’m going to tell the doctor to cool it with your pain meds. You’re slurring your words. You do know that you hate Éclair, right?”

“No, man, I’m serious.” Eddie waves his broken arm up and points a finger in my face, “I don’t like her, but you and her just make sense. Sylvia is sweet, but that’s all she is.”

I feel the need to argue. “Hey, don’t say that. Sylvia is smart and fun and athletic. I really like her.”

“Then why do you keep going back to Éclair?” he asks.

“And how do you know I’ve been doing that? You’ve been in a damn coma.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t. I do now, though.”

Well damn. I just shake my head. “Go to sleep Eddie. I’ll see you tomorrow, all right?”

He’s already out cold. I write off his little insight, blaming it on the drugs before going outside to meet Sylvia. She’s standing out front, leaned against her car with this big smile on her face. I go to meet her, and she gives me a rather seductive kiss. I grin, realizing she had wanted to drive me back home for a reason. We climb into her car and head towards my apartment. We talk about Eddie. She had only had a few minutes to talk to him, but she laughs and tells me he seemed like a nice guy. “He is,” I say reassuringly, “And wait until you see how nice he is when he’s not high as shit on pain meds.”

She laughs. “I bet his stories aren’t as fun.”

Yeah, I’m not going to live this one down. Damn it, Eddie, why did he have to go tell my dream girl I jacked off to her picture before meeting her?

Once we reach my apartment complex, we hurry into the private elevator that leads up to my room. We’re already stripping in the elevator, and we chase one another through the apartment and dart into my bedroom. There is a level of excitement in her I have not ever seen before. Like –really! She is wet before I even touch her. I wonder if learning that I had been so turned on by her that I would jack off to a picture of her is doing it for her? Maybe it was exciting to find out? Maybe I should thank Eddie because holy fucking hell!

She yanks off my underwear and pins me down on my back, her tongue tracing my abs and working its way down until she is cupping her mouth around my cock. I reach up and grab the headboard –hardly able to contain myself. She has got my toes curled and my knees bent. She releases my cock from her mouth and crawls up me; my hands are still squeezing the bars on my headboard because I’ve become so stiff from gripping them so hard during oral. She sits herself down on my dick, sliding her hips up and down in a swift motion as she runs her fingers all over me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. She pry’s my fingers off the head board and places my palms right on her breasts as she continues bouncing up and down on my erection.

“So tell me, James,” she says, panting, “What’s it like to have the real thing?”

I don’t have time to answer her before I’m ejaculating in the midst of an excited cry. I don’t think a woman has ever gotten me to call out in bed like that before. She falls on me in the midst of me cumming, pressing her chest against mine and pressing her lips against my mouth, suffocating my breathing ever so slightly. We lay down beside one another, and I am still shaking from the explosion of unexpected levels of pleasure I had just experienced.