Alissa

 

 

I started walking toward my car when I saw Isobel.

“Hey, girl,” she said. “Did you have a good night?”

“Yeah, I did. I met Adrian and Louis. I spent the night hanging out with them. They’re the sweetest little boys ever.”

She smiled at me. “They’re really good boys. Do you want to come hang out?”

I felt bad because I’d just said no to Spencer, but I knew that had more to do with the fact he was a man. I’d let my reserves down within the first few minutes we were alone together, and I just wasn’t ready to find out what was going to happen if we were alone together in the bedroom.

“Sure, sounds good to me,” I said. I checked around the parking lot to make sure that he was gone. I would feel absolutely awful if he saw me leave with her when I just said no to him. We both got into my car, and I drove over to Isobel’s house.

“Let’s talk about Spencer,” Isobel said when we sat down on her couch.

“Why would I want to talk about him?” I asked. I was trying to brush it off like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Please, I can see the chemistry you both have from miles away,” she said with a laugh.

“Okay,” I said. “So you know my first day on Wednesday? You know I was in his office for a while?”

She nodded.

“I might have let him finger me,” I said.

“No way!” she said. “I had no idea.”

“I’m a virgin,” I said.

“I am, too,” she said.

I was completely taken by surprise. I had no idea she was going to say that to me. I wasn’t expecting it. Not that I thought she was a whore. But I just kind of figured that girls who hung around motorcycle clubs were not virgins.

“No way!” I said. I felt myself growing closer to Isobel by each second.

“Yeah, how weird, right? I’ve never met anybody else who was still a virgin.”

I laughed along with her because it was strange. I had never experienced that.

“So, he invited me back to his place just now, but I rejected him,” I said. I still felt bad.

Isobel smiled.

“It sounds like he’s really into you,” she said.

“What makes you say that?” I asked.

“Because of a few things. One, he’s not the type to just do something like that and not ask for anything in return. Two, he has never gone back to another woman for seconds. And third, he’s never invited another woman to his house.”

“What do you think that means?” I asked her.

I didn’t really know what it meant, but it kind of made me excited. I got butterflies in my stomach. There was something about him that I really liked. Something that told me he could probably keep me safe and protect me and care about me. He didn’t seem as sleazy as she was making him out to be, but maybe that was who he was. Still, sometimes people changed, and I understood that. And I also understood why he did what he did. Who would want to try to be committed to somebody again if the last person they were committed to just left like it was nothing?

“I think he really likes you,” she said. “I’m serious. You need to have a conversation with him. I’ve never seen him like this before. You need to let your guard down.”

“Thank you for the advice,” I said. “I’m really tired, and I think I’m going to head home. But I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

She walked me out to my car and gave me a hug. I thought it was sweet. She reminded me that I need to let my guard down and have a conversation with him. I told her I’d think about it. Then, I drove home. But the whole ride home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Spencer. And by the time I got home, I was really turned on.

I went into my bedroom and went into my underwear drawer for my vibrator. It was the only one I had ever owned, and I’d had it for a year at this point. I desperately needed a new one.

I stripped down and laid down on my bed.

I placed the vibrator to my clit, turned it on to the speed I liked, and started to massage my clit with it. I moved it up and down the length of my clit. It caused my body to tremble from the power of the vibrator.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

I thought about Spencer fingering me the other day and how amazing it had felt. I pictured him coming into my house, sneaking in and coming right into my bedroom.

I grabbed my right nipple with my finger and thumb and started to roll it around. I tugged on it gently, and it felt so good. Goosebumps covered my entire body.

I moved my hips back and forth as I began to massage my clit even harder. I was on that sweet edge. The edge between completely losing myself to the orgasm and the build-up.

I pictured Spencer getting onto the bed, stripping down to nothing, and climbing between my legs. I pictured him grabbing my legs and spreading them, and then scooting closer to my pussy with his hard cock. I pictured him as he pressed it up to my pussy and shoved it inside of me.

I started to grind my hips on my vibrator as I pressed it into my clit. I rubbed it up and down and thought of Spencer fucking me. His cock filling me and bringing me a new sense of pleasure that I had never experienced before in my life. I pictured him holding me down and fucking me as hard as he wanted to.

“Fuck,” I moaned. I arched my back and felt myself getting closer. I left the vibrator on my clit and held it there as my body began to fall over the edge. Every muscle in my body tensed, and then, as I thought of Spencer fucking me hard, I felt the pleasure rush through my entire body.

I pictured him coming at the same time as me. Filling my pussy up with his sweet come. I wanted to feel it so bad.

It took over everything. I shut my eyes tightly and focused on the pleasure. My clit began to pulse, and I was coming harder than I ever had on my own before.

As I started coming down from my orgasm, I felt fatigued and ready for sleep. But I still couldn’t get Spencer out of my mind. I wondered what he was doing, and if he was upset that I didn’t go hang out with him at his house. I thought about Isobel’s advice to let my guard down. It was going to be one of the hardest things I’d ever done, but I knew I needed to do it.