Chapter 3

 

Julia

 

Mike was going to be mine. I should have said something to him about who I was, but I just couldn’t ruin our night. It didn’t matter. I’d fantasized about him for so long and now I was going to have him. We probably wouldn’t see or talk to each other again, but at least I would have one fun night to remember. I wasn’t even sure if he was still talking to my brother Rob at all.

“I had a great evening,” Mike said as we got off the elevator on my floor and walked toward my apartment.

“Yes, it was really fun. More than I was expecting.”

“Oh, so you weren’t expecting me to be fun?” He laughed and raised an eyebrow at me.

“I think you have far exceeded what I thought you were like,” I knew I’d said too much when he looked at me with a slightly cocked head. How would I of had expectations for a man I’d just met. Dang. I had let it out of the bag; he was going to see through this whole thing. I leaned in to kiss him in an effort to distract him from any thoughts regarding what I’d just said.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him as he found a way to wedge us both in between the doorway. If he had figured out that we really did know each other, he wasn’t saying anything about it just yet. He looked down at me and smiled a little before taking my lips as if he’d had them a million times before.

I was glad to be pressed up against the doorway since I felt my knees getting shaky and I likely wouldn’t have been standing without the support behind me. I liked kissing Mike. It was better than I’d fantasized about and yet I still felt like I was in a bit of a daze as I looked up at him when he pulled away a little.

“Come in,” I managed to whisper.

“Okay,” he replied without an argument at all. His hazel eyes glistened with desire as the light from the hallway flickered above us.

“We can have a night cap,” I suggested in an effort to hide my desire to take him straight to bed. Knowing that Mike was a decent guy took away the normal trepidation I had about bringing a man to my house. I knew him well enough to know he wasn’t going to hurt me or doing anything crazy; he was a good guy, he was the perfect fling for me.

Who was this person that I’d become though? I wasn’t the sort of girl who lied to guys and took them home. Normally, on the rare occasion that I wanted to take a guy home, or go home with him, I didn’t lie to get my way. Something had come over me and I just knew he wouldn’t want to sleep with me if he knew who I really was. He’d balk at the fact that he knew my brother or that he knew me when I was younger and none of that should matter. We clearly had a connection and that was real; the rest of it didn’t matter.

“Sure, let’s have a night cap,” Mike agreed.

I turned around and fumbled with my keys as I tried to get into my apartment. Normally, even with some alcohol in my system, I didn’t have a problem getting into my door. But on this night there was an extremely handsome man with a throbbing body part pressed up against me. He hands slid around and under my skirt hemline as he kissed my neck. None of this was helping me as I tried to concentrate on sliding the key into the hole. His fingers moved up my thighs and then all the way to my stomach as he took in the touch of my bare skin. My lacy black panties were exposed as my ass pressed up against him.

“Hey now, I need to concentrate,” I teased.

“I’ll help,” he offered and took the key from me.

He didn’t help at all. Instead, Mike held onto the key while he continued to kiss my neck and drive me wild. I could hardly stand still as my body longed to have him. I pressed my hips back against him and leaned my neck into his kisses. The touch of his fingers on my bare skin made me want him more and more. I couldn’t take this anticipation much longer. I was dripping with excitement.

“You’re not even trying to open the door,” I said softly.

“Oh, sorry,” he laughed.

With one quick movement he had the key in the door and swung the door open. He wrapped me up in his arms and flipped me around to face him as the door shut behind us. The quick movement made me giggle at first, until I saw the serious nature of his desire.

I dropped my bag and he dropped the keys as our hands thrust onto one another and started to remove our clothes. My fingers shook with excitement while pulling his shirt off and then sliding up and down his amazingly defined chest. How was it possible that a human could look so perfect? Guys like Mike weren’t usually the ones I went for. I didn’t trust a guy who looked that good; surely they were just sleeping around and having their way with every hot girl that came around. I was more comfortable with Mike than I would have been if I truly had just met him that evening. But Mike didn’t know that was why I was comfortable with him. Perhaps he thought I was just full of self confidence? Or maybe he believed I was the sort of girl who just brought men home right away?

As much as I tried not to over analyze what was going on, my insecurities were ruling me and I had to stop them. This was my problem. Not just with Mike, but with everyone… I over thought things. I thought about decisions so much that sometimes I didn’t make a decision at all…which was still a decision. It was one of my major flaws, or at least I thought it was.

“Bedroom… this way,” I managed to say with the tiny bit of confidence I had left.

“Okay,” he smiled and pulled me into him.

As we stood in the entryway, Mike let his hands tease my outer thighs before pulling my dress up and over my head. I cringed with self loathing and not wanting him to see me in the full light of the hallway. We needed to get to the bedroom; the dark of the bedroom offered me the opportunity to at least pretend I had confidence.

“This way,” I pulled on him as I moved away a little.

“Wow, that ass,” he groaned and slid his hands over my ass and pulled me back toward him. “You’re amazingly beautiful.”

“Thanks,” I laughed.

“Seriously Julia, this ass. I can’t get enough of it.”

His eyes were fixated on my behind and he slid his fingers over the edge of my lacy panties. He was definitely an ass man; there was no doubt he was telling the truth as he gawked at my behind. The way he was looking at my butt gave me a little burst of confidence. He really liked it; the roundness that I always felt self conscious about seemed to be fueling his desires.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I urged and pulled forward.

Mike let me pull in front of him but he stayed there staring at me as I walked a few steps. His eyes utterly fixated on my ass. I paused and wiggled it a little for him. Hell, if he liked my ass then I could work with that.

“Damn, I could look at you forever,” he said and flipped on the lights in the living room as he followed me to the bedroom, flipping the lights on in there too.

“No need for those I laughed.”

“Oh, yes. I want to see every inch of you while I make love to you.”

“No,” I groaned.

“Julie, there’s something you should know about me,” Mike started to say. “I love the female form. I appreciate curves and you are stunning. I’d really love to see you.”

“Um, okay,” I said without an ounce of confidence that I was going to enjoy this.

Having the lights off was my way of letting go and forgetting about all the body flaws that bothered me. My curvy frame wasn’t too fluffy, but in New York it was hard not to compare myself to every model walking down the street.

“Look at me,” Mike said as his gaze fully enveloped me and I did as he asked. “You are beautiful and I’m so glad I met you tonight. If you would like to wait, I have no problem heading home and calling you tomorrow for a first date.”

“No,” I said instinctively before the pessimist inside me was able to re-think what he was saying. “I want you now.”

I grabbed him and started to kiss him before I lost my nerve. It was erotic to have the lights on and to have heard what he just said to me. There was a part of me that felt like this was a line he said to a lot of women, but was it totally horrible of me to think that instead of just taking him at his word? Yeah it was! But I couldn’t help myself.

I made a conscious decision to believe him though. Sure, he could have said that same thing to many different women, but it didn’t matter. In fact, it didn’t even matter that we would probably never go on a real date. So why did I even care if he was making things up to make me feel more comfortable?

My thought process shifted to just enjoying our evening and not worrying about anything else. It was one night. One night of passion and love making.

I grabbed his pants button and undid it while we kissed. In the process I felt the massive member that had been pressing up against me earlier. This was going to be one hell of a night.

For a few minutes we stood there in the doorway of my room playing and kissing with each other. My fingers wrapped around his hard body as his hands softly moved up and down my back before settling on the clasps of my bra and unhooking it. Mike groaned a little as he guided my black bra onto the ground and his hands moved back up to cup my breasts. He played with them gently at first. Slowly caressing me as we kissed and started to move toward the bed.

I kept my eyes closed in an effort to forget about the lights being on and Mike being able to see every curve of my body. His hands were warm and helped me feel at ease, even comfortable there in his arms.

I tugged on his hardness and pulled his underwear off. He was standing totally naked, erect and excited for me. In that moment it was clear that nothing else matter because he was there with me and I was there with him. I had to stop ruminating about why or how we had ended up there together and just enjoy the night.

“Your hands feel so good,” he groaned.

Then I did something that I hadn’t done in years. I slid down to my knees and took him into my mouth. Giving oral to a man was such an intimate thing that I really didn’t do it unless I had been dating the guy for a long time. It was a sexual act that was even more intimate to me than actually making love. But I wanted to feel his body inside my mouth. I needed it.

My lips wrapped tightly around him and I took his body in. He groaned with each sucking motion and I thrived off of his noises. The louder he was the more I wanted to continue doing what I was doing. I move deep around him and took in each inch that I could savoring the slight bit of power that I felt in that moment. For such an intimate act, oral sex was also a powerful sign of the confidence I was feeling that evening. I moved harder and faster while pressing my hands against his thighs. His cock dripped with excitement from my touch and I knew if I continued he would certainly explode any minute.

“Julia,” Mike groaned as his hips moved softly against my mouth.

I didn’t answer him. I was busy. Busy trying to drive him crazy. Busy taking his body into my mouth and powerfully building up his desire until he couldn’t take it any longer and pulled away.

“What?” I laughed as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me up toward him.

“Oh, you’re going to get it,” he teased and tossed me onto the bed.

“Oh, no,” I said playfully.

Mike started to kiss up my legs and stopped to look at me. His smile was childlike and his excitement clearly visible as he looked at my panties. He didn’t pause for long before I felt his teeth take hold of the fabric and pull the panties all the way down my leg in one swift movement. He didn’t even wait for me to lift my ass to make things easier.

The desire in his eyes was like a drug that had taken over him. He let the panties fall out of his mouth and then quickly pressed my legs apart and looked down at my naked body. At first I wanted to close my legs and hide from the embarrassment I was feeling, but I looked at Mike and realized he was in awe of me. His desire was in full.

“So sexy,” he groaned before using his fingers to spread me open. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

His words flashed through me and I felt my body react instantly to them. I was already wet with desire, but I got even wetter. Then his tongue gently touched me and I moaned a primal sound that it caught me a little off guard.

Mike was gentle, slow, as he moved his tongue up and down my body. He played with every inch of me in a seductive dance to build up my desire. His tongue magically found the little spots that felt like they hadn’t been touched in years. First moving up to the top of my clit and then pulling me into his mouth with a long sucking motion that felt so powerful.

I moaned louder and he pulled harder on my body. He’d let me out of his grip for a moment or two while he licked and played with me and then pulled me into him again and again. The buildup was powerful, so powerful that I found myself holding onto the sheets as I thrusted my hips up toward him wanting more and more.

If he wasn’t careful, I was going to cum in his mouth. The powerful lick of his tongue and enticing sound of his own groans was turning me on more than I thought possible. The primal need to release started to build up in me and I grabbed his head and tried to pull him away.

“I’m going to cum,” I warned him. “The condoms are in that drawer.”

“Cum for me,” he said without moving toward the drawer at all.

“No, no, no, I want you inside of me,” I said.

“Later baby, I want you to cum,” he practically ordered before returning to play with my body.

I didn’t have the energy to fight with him. His tongue felt so damn good and I did really want to release. He moved with a new vigor and intensity as I moaned out in pleasure. I couldn’t take much more of this, that was for sure.

When he slowly slid two fingers inside of me that was the last straw and I thrust against him with pure desire. He grabbed my clit with his mouth and formed a delicious suction around me as I wiggled and moved against him. The harder I moved though, the more he held onto me. His fingers curled inside and stroked me as the power of the moment built up more and more.

Shit, I was going to cum, I felt myself letting go. I didn’t have control in that moment. I was totally and utterly succumbing to his powerful touch. My pelvis thrust into his grip and I let go with a loud scream of pleasure. “Yes, oh my God,” I yelled and felt my whole body tense up with the feeling of total pleasure.

“Go baby,” Mike groaned as he released my clit but sustained the stroking of my g-spot as I continued to cum hard.

I opened my eyes slightly to see him watching as my body gave in to the pleasure he was serving me. I was too wrapped up in the moment to even think about the shyness I normally had. Instead, I gave him a show as my body shook and shivered in front of him. I drenched his fingers with my release and couldn’t stop as he continued to play with me.

Then he started to do something that I was totally unfamiliar with. Instead of stroking inside of me, Mike used one of his hands to press down on my pubic bone as he started moving his curled fingers up and down inside of me. He moved slowly at first and the unusual sensation caught me off guard. It felt good and new to me. As I felt a weirdly new feeling building up, I couldn’t help but relax and let my body give in to this new sensation.

Soon I was in a totally foreign state as Mike moved his fingers faster and faster. He continued to hold me in place and the buildup got more and more intense.

“Oh, my God, that feels so good,” I muttered.

“Try to relax.”

“Okay,” I agreed and took in a deep breath and tried to relax.

The second I relaxed my pelvic muscles the building sensation took over and I felt like I was going to cum, but a weird way that I had never felt before. Mike moved his fingers quickly and then suddenly pulled them out of me and started rubbing my clit back and forth as I gave into his movements and felt a gush of fluid rush out of me.

At first I thought I had just peed the bed. I opened my eyes in terror as he continued to rub my clit vigorously.

“Relax, you’re squirting,” he said and leaned down to kiss me.

“I am?” I said in total shock.

“You did. That was fucking hot as hell.”

Mike kissed down my body and then continued to lick me totally soaked body. His pleasure in licking up my juices was evident by the moans he was making. This experience was so new and utterly unknown to me that I had my eyes opened and was trying to see how wet I had just gotten the sheets.

To my total dismay there was a huge wet spot down by my legs. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was cool though, exciting even.

“Wow,” I muttered looking at the mess I’d made. “Should I go get a towel?”

Mike was still licking me as he looked up and smiled a little at my concern over the wet spot.

“You’re not going anywhere. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll just go grab it real quickly,” I offered and tried wiggling away from him.

“No way,” he ordered and just pulled me over to the other side of the bed while he reached into the drawer and grabbed a condom.

“Oh no,” I teased as he ripped it open and started to roll the piece of rubber over his hard body.

“Oh, yes,” he smiled down at me.

He was kneeling over me as he finished putting the condom on and looking down at my body like he still couldn’t get enough. The funny thing was, I couldn’t get enough either. I wanted more, like a drug that I’d tasted and couldn’t stop. I looked longingly up at him as he lowered himself onto me and kissed my neck softly while he pressed his body slowly into mine. The feeling of him entering me filled me up and I held onto him and adjusted to this new feeling.

Mike moved slowly at first and then his thrusts grew in intensity. Harder and longer each stroke continued. We moved together in a rhythmic motion of perfection with my body meeting his speed and intensity.

I saw the look on his face when Mike lost total control and turned into the primal beast that I was more familiar with in a man. He thrust harder and harder toward his goal of release and I clawed into his back with the feeling of total completeness that was building up in me. I’d already cum so much that it was a little shocking to me that I felt so close to giving in again. Was it even possible for me to cum again?

With a few more strokes I knew that I was indeed going to release and closed my eyes to feel the pleasure that was building up. In our very short time together I was already feeling more sexually satisfied than I’d felt in months, maybe even years.

“Yes,” I said and urged him on.

My voice seemed to give him power and he pushed harder toward his release. I thrust my hips harder and felt my body brushing up against his as my center rumbled and I tightened with pleasure.

As if we had planned the perfectly timed orgasm, I started to release just as Mike gave a few final thrusts of pleasure and let out a deep moan of pleasure. It was utterly perfection.

“What an amazing night,” Mike whispered when he slipped next to me and wrapped his arms around me.

“It was pretty perfect,” I agreed as the exhaustion of our evening weighed heavily on my eyelids.

“Let’s get some sleep,” he whispered as he held onto me.

I was comfortable in his arms. Weirdly comfortable and totally willing to fall asleep with him there in my bed. The morning would be an awkward good bye and then we would both move on with our lives. I was okay with that too. I was planning on moving on with my life and having a baby.

Guys like Mike weren’t actually out there, or at least I hadn’t found them. He was an anomaly that I felt like wasn’t possible for me in real life. This thing between us wasn’t real, it was a fabrication of our feelings of comfort for each other.

It wasn’t a bad thing. I was okay with it. The reality was that I really did want to have one last night of fun before having a baby and becoming a single mother and this night had been more perfect than I could have imagined. Mike was a gentleman and really damn good in the sack. I could move on with my plans now without feeling like I was missing out or that I was giving up something.

The power of the sleepiness I felt overwhelmed me more quickly than I was prepared for. I was only snuggled in Mike’s arms for a few moments when I felt him wrap the blanket around us and the warmth was so inviting.

By morning, this fairytale feeling would be over and the flush of alcohol would be gone from both of our systems. We would go about our normal lives and this moment would just be a pleasant memory.

“Goodnight, Julia,” Mike whispered and rubbed my arm as I snuggled up to his chest.

“Goodnight, Mike.”

“I have to work early in the morning. Do you want me to wake you up before I leave?” he asked as the reality of the morning started to bleed into our evening of romance.

“No need,” I said and closed my eyes. “It’s okay.”

“Okay, I’ll call you for our date though,” he offered.

“Goodnight.” I wasn’t convinced that I’d ever hear from him again. “Sweet dreams.”

“The sweetest of dreams to you too,” he kissed my forehead and started to stroke my hair as I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

There was a tiny bit of uneasiness about the idea of him being gone when I woke up. It wasn’t going to feel great and I knew it, but it was what it was and I couldn’t change that. This was a one night fling for both of us. He was trying to ease the feelings about it all by promising a date but what guy wouldn’t make that promise? Not many would admit that they were just trying to have a night of fun.

None of it mattered in the end though because I was going to be a mom soon. I was going to bring a beautiful life into this world and dedicate myself to being the best mother possible.