I have no idea what just happened. When I picked up Minnie earlier, I was dumbfounded as usual. She looked casual and beautiful. The way the front of that top she was wearing showed just a glimpse of her cleavage, I had a hard time keeping my eyes above her neckline.
Mostly, because something else was hard the entire time. It’s been a long time since a woman has had this effect on me, like since I was thirteen and saw Miss Tinsley, my P.E. teacher, bend over daily in those short shorts of hers. I’m not embarrassed to say she was responsible for a lot of long showers when I was a kid. Now, that role goes to Minnesota Walker.
When I asked her what I missed because I have no clue, I wasn’t lying. I really have no idea. We talked. We laughed. Being with Minnie is easy, and while we didn’t dig deep, I felt comfortable with her. Hell, I told her about my dream of one day owning a place like Ranks. She has a background in business and told me she’d be happy to help me write out a business plan. I thought we were connecting. For a few hours this afternoon, I forgot that I’m not a forever guy. I didn’t think about my rules for not getting attached, for not letting a woman in so she can suck me in and leave. I was, for just a while, interested.
Then, like a switch it was over. Her openness was gone and in its place was an iciness I haven’t seen from Minnie since I first met her. I’m sitting here in front of her house wondering if I should go knock on the door and demand an explanation or if I should leave and chalk this up as another learning experience. I note the time, contemplate heading to Country Road or calling up the guys to hang out. I’m sure Jameson and Ben are with their ladies, but I have been known to guilt them both into hanging out when necessary.
Or, I’m sure Landon would be up for something. He spent all night at his workshop trying to finish up a few pieces before he starts on Ben and Piper’s wedding gift. What that is, I have no idea. Besides, their wedding isn’t for a few months anyway so I’m not quite sure what he’s doing. I’ve been going out and helping Ben with a few projects as part of my gift and planned on getting them a gift card like a normal person. I suppose when you have a talent for woodworking like Landon, a personal gift is the way to go.
Realizing going out is the last thing I want to do, I turn toward home and run through the day in my mind, trying to determine what the hell I did to piss Minnie off. A headache of my own begins to form, however, I think my headache is much more realistic than the one Minnie feigned.
Once inside the apartment, I toss my keys on the counter and head straight to the kitchen. I open a bottle of water and toss back two little blue pills—not those kind—in the hopes I’ll nip this nagging headache. I survey the contents of the fridge for something to eat. I’m not overly hungry, but I know the nachos I had earlier won’t do it over the next few hours. My options are slim and, honestly, not very appetizing. We’re two single guys who work long hours; we aren’t known to keep a stocked fridge. Well, stocked with beer? Yes. With food? No.
I know the Chinese takeout containers weren’t there earlier so those seem like the most logical choice, even if they are Landon’s. Because I’m a thoughtful guy, I take a picture of the takeout container and send it to Landon with a note that I’m eating his food. His response is a thumbs up, which is good since I’m already four bites into his chow mein before he responds.
After successfully stuffing myself with cold Chinese food, I contemplate my options for the night. I could read up a little more on expanding my home brew system, watch a movie, or maybe start on that business plan Minnie and I talked about. Before I decide how I’m going to spend my Saturday night, I head for the shower. A hot shower should help eliminate the rest of my headache.
Kicking off my shoes toward my closet, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it in the hamper with my jeans following. As I’m opening my door to head to the shower, a vision of Minnie from today flashes before me. Seeing her in my Jeep, the top off, her hair tied up with stray pieces flying in the wind, a serene smile on her lips—well, it has my dick remembering, too. She looked so casual and simple today, but perfect. I could tell she didn’t try too hard, which is what makes her so much more attractive. She doesn’t have to try to be beautiful or attractive. She just is. Well, except those lips.
I shake off the visual of her lips as I grab a towel from the linen closet and enter the bathroom. Pulling back the shower curtain, I bend down to turn on the shower, my dick still not getting the memo that we are not going out and it’s not getting any action tonight. Which shouldn’t be a surprise since I haven’t been out much lately and it’s been weeks since I’ve brought a girl home. I need to remedy that. This infatuation I have with Minnie and the fact that I’ve spent more time jacking off in the shower since I’ve met her than I did as a teenager is annoying as fuck.
I step into the shower, adjusting the shower head so that it’s on massage and let the hot water pelt my shoulders. My headache is almost gone and I’m thankful. When I was a kid, I’d get bad headaches, and at first the doctors told my dad I may need glasses. I didn’t. It was tension. I may internalize a little when I’m frustrated or stressed. I didn’t realize frustration and stress included sexual frustration.
I squeeze shampoo from the bottle and lather it on my head while another vision of Minnie flashes before me. This one is of when I caught her staring at me while sitting across the table at Ranks. Her look was curious and maybe a little shy when I busted her with a wink. The way her cheeks pinkened only brought out the bright-pink color of her lips. I’m not sure what kind of shit she had on her lips, but that pink color never faded. Hours of talking, laughing, eating, and drinking and they remained the same color.
At the thought of those lips, my dick jumps and I feel a tightness in my balls. Fuck. I’m hard as a rock after a simple thought of those lips. I know the only way to rid myself of this problem is to either turn the hot water to cold or wrap my hand around my dick and handle the problem, which is not much of a choice since I can’t shake the vision of Minnie’s lips.
Before I know it, my hand is around my dick, gently stroking from base to tip. I close my eyes, allowing the vision of Minnie and those lips to transform into her standing here with me in the shower. Her hands running up my arms to my shoulders. Her grip is strong as she massages my shoulders, tension easing from each muscle and forcing my head to lean back into the stream of water. The shampoo rinses from my head and runs down my back as I feel her hands sliding down my arms to my abs, slowly gliding across each one like she’s memorizing them for later. I jerk as my stroking intensifies and I feel her lips on my chest. Her tongue reaches out and swirls around one of my nipples, gently pulling it into her mouth, and tugging enough to cause me to catch my breath. Her hands are now around my waist and on my ass, pulling me closer to her.
Even in the shower, with the water slamming into my back and the steam filling the room, I can feel every touch of Minnie as if she were here with me. I tighten my grip, feeling a tug low in my gut, a feeling that is almost too much to bear. Then, as much as I felt her hands on me, I gasp as my daydream switches and suddenly Minnie is on her knees.
Still in the shower, Minnie is before me, her hands on my ass, tugging me toward her. My hands instantly go to the back of her head. This is all her; I let her have this, to take what she wants, to control the rhythm. Before me, her long blonde hair is wet and stuck to the side of her face. I move my hands to the side of her head, moving her hair from her face, allowing me to see the intensity in her expression as her bright-pink lips surround my dick. Her little tongue peeks out to savor my dick like a Popsicle. Lick by lick, I feel like I’m about to explode. Slight moans come from her throat, vibrating as she sucks and licks, taking her time like she has never wanted anything to last as long as this moment. I can’t take it anymore as I am pulled from my daydream, and with two strong tugs, I explode, filling my hand with what feels like months of pent-up tension. It isn’t, I did this yesterday. And, the day before that.
As much as I hate to admit it, Minnesota Walker has starred in far too many fantasies and I don’t see how that will fare well for either of us. Her life is complicated and my desire to never commit overshadows whatever attraction we have.
Now that I’ve successfully emptied my body of any tension I may be holding, I quickly finish up my shower and exit the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Once I’ve dried off and pulled on some boxers, I look at my phone—I shouldn’t. Or should I? Maybe just a quick text. What could it hurt?
Not allowing any time to talk myself out of it, I pull up my text messages and Minnie’s contact.
Me: Just wanted to check on you. Headache better?
That’s casual and friendly. She won’t know I just envisioned her giving me the best blow job of my life. I wonder if she knows that daydream Minnie is a master with her mouth. I’m pulled from my thoughts as my phone vibrates in my hand. I throw myself down on my bed as I open her response.
Minnie: It’s fine.
Well, that’s not very friendly.
Me: Are you pissed?
Minnie: Nope.
Oh, I speak chick enough to know that’s bullshit. One word answers and a four-letter word that speaks volumes—nope—means she’s more than pissed. I quickly tap out a response telling her I know she’s full of shit when, on a whim, I hit the little phone icon instead. It’s three torturous rings before she answers.
“Hello?”
“Why are you pissed?”
A long-frustrated sigh is her response.
“Minnesota.”
“Owen.”
“Don’t mock me.” My tone is teasing, but I’m serious.
“Fine, I’m not pissed, okay. Have a good…”
“Nope,” I cut her off, and I can envision her rolling her eyes at me, frustrated and annoyed. Good. “I’m not letting you off the phone until we work this out.”
“I could just hang up, you know?”
“You could but you won’t. Come on, Min. We were having fun. At least, I thought we were. What happened? You went from checking out my pecs to shooting daggers my way.”
She gasps in response. I don’t know if she was looking at my pecs, but it sounded good and maybe I was right. I chuckle a little to let her know I’m teasing. She releases another sigh. This sigh seems to be laced with her resolve that she is going to talk to me and not one of frustration.
“First, I wasn’t looking at your pecs so get over yourself.”
“We’ll agree to disagree on that. Continue.” I settle into my pillow and pull the covers up to my waist. I look down to see that they are slightly tented. How that’s even possible when I just blew a load in the shower, I’ll never understand.
“I just … I didn’t think it was appropriate for you to flirt with that waitress in front of me. I know we’re just friends and it wasn’t a date or anything but it was slightly humiliating. There. Now, I’m going to go and drown my embarrassment in a pint of ice cream.”
What is she even talking about? I wasn’t flirting with anyone. And, no, I didn’t consider it a real date, but it was more than just platonic, if I read things right.
“I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about. I wasn’t flirting with anyone. Maybe you, but that’s it.”
“Yes, you were. That girl, Alyssa, had her hand on your arm and you didn’t move it and then you winked at her. That’s flirting, Owen.”
“I really don’t understand women. I was not flirting with, whatever her name was.” Minnie cuts me off to tell me the girl’s name again. “It doesn’t matter what her name is because I wasn’t interested and I wasn’t flirting. I’m a lot of things, Minnie, but I wouldn’t do that to you. And, you’re right, it wasn’t necessarily a date, but I invited you out, I was enjoying your company, and thought you were having fun.”
I can hear some rustling around and Minnie groaning in frustration. Somehow since meeting this woman I have become quite the visualizer because suddenly I can see her in a tight tank and pair of panties, her fantastic ass cheeks exposed, rustling around in bed. Of course, her lips are still the brightest pink.
“What are you doing?” I ask, the curiosity killing me.
“I’m trying to get comfortable. I just washed my sheets and I have my pillows in the wrong order. Nothing is more frustrating.”
Now it’s my turn to groan. My frustration is completely different from Minnie’s, as mine is specifically of the sexual nature. My dick once again jumps and I wonder when I reverted to puberty with the ability to constantly remain hard. I clear my throat to distract the conversation.
“Look, I think there was just some miscommunication or something. I wasn’t flirting with anyone and I’m sorry if you thought I was. If I ask a woman out, that’s who I’m with. Sure, I’m a flirt by nature, but it doesn’t mean I’m constantly looking for a hookup.”
“Yeah, well, that’s not what this town says.” I barely pick up what she says but I hear her loud and clear.
“Minnie, I didn’t take you for one to believe town gossip. But now that you’ve said that, explain.”
“I met this woman the other day at the park. Her name is Felicity something or other. I think there were two last names, I don’t know. I was baffled how dressed up she was at the park. I mean, I had at least changed out of my work clothes but she was all done up like she was heading to a business meeting.” Minnie pauses and I roll my eyes in response. Remember she can’t see me, I clear my throat.
“Felicity Remington-Thorne. She’s a bitch. Don’t believe anything she says.”
“Well, I don’t know if she’s a bitch, but she did feel it was her duty to tell me all about you, Jameson, and the rest of the guys within five minutes of finding out I was single and living here. Of course, she didn’t stop there. She had some not-so-nice words to say about Piper and Ashton, too. I let her say her piece and then kindly told her I had to leave.”
“Yeah, she’s not the biggest fan of Piper. By default, she and Ashton have never gotten along. I’m not sure what her hard-on is for Pipe but it’s ridiculous. She tried to sink her claws in Ben when he came back to town and it was even worse when Ben and Piper got engaged. She’s a bitter snob and you’d be better off never talking to her again.” There’s a warning in my voice and I know by the silence I’m greeted with, Minnie is processing what I’ve said.
“Isn’t she married?”
“Yep. Anyway, what did she tell you about me?”
“Just that you’re a player and I should steer clear of you. So, maybe when I saw that waitress flirting with you, those words kind of rang through my head. It wasn’t fair of me to be so rude to you and especially when we’re barely even friends.”
“Come on now, we’re friends,” I say playfully. “I mean, I have tasted your toothpaste so I figure we’re at least that, right?” I tease her and she laughs. I like making her laugh. I’d rather know she is laughing than the alternative—her being pissed at me. I’m not even going to try and figure out what that means.
Over the next hour or so, we talk and laugh more. Minnie asks me more about my brew system at Dad’s. When she yawns three times in a row, I decide it’s time to call it a night.
“I should let you go, it’s late.” Another yawn fills the air.
“Sorry, I am sleepy. Plus, the girls will be home early tomorrow. I want to spend some fun time with them. Thanks again for today and I really am sorry I overreacted.” Her sleepiness is evident and the huskiness of her voice as she mumbles has my dick hardening again. Seriously, I need to get my shit together.
“Don’t apologize, it’s all good.” I hope my nonchalance of this entire thing puts her at ease. “Sleep well, Minnesota. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Goodnight, Owen. Sweet dreams.”
The line goes dead and I place my phone on the nightstand before clicking off the light. Knowing damn good and well I’m not going to sleep anytime soon, I pull down the covers from my waist and pop my dick out of the waistband of my boxers. The precum is already dripping like I’m a damn teenager so I take my finger and rub my shaft. I begin stroking to the vision of Minnie again. I realize how badly I need get laid, this is almost pathetic, just as I increase the speed of my strokes and cum all over my stomach.
After cleaning up and laying back down in bed, I pull the covers up and turn on my side. I need to stop talking to Minnie outside of the office and I need to find a way to release some of this sexual tension with an actual person and not my newly founded daydreams.