17 - Dean
I resist the urge to text her as soon as I get home. I glance out the floor to ceiling windows and imagine Sam’s face if she were to see the skyline from up here. I’m sure she would be blown away, it’s a spectacular view. I pull out my phone and walk out to the balcony, taking a panoramic picture of the skyline. I find Sam’s number in my phone and send her the snap.
A few minutes later, I get a photo message back from her. I open it up and see her face, surrounded by pillows and blankets. She has a soft smile on her face and I immediately wish I was there beside her. My cock throbs again and I sigh. Even seeing her face or thinking of the way she moves sets my body on fire.
I write a quick text to respond.
Have a good sleep. Dinner tomorrow?
I press send and walk back inside, closing the sliding glass door behind me. I slump down on the sofa and try to ignore the butterflies crashing around my stomach. Why would I be nervous about asking her out? We’ve already been out together!
My phone buzzes and I practically pounce on it.
Sounds good xx goodnight
I send her a quick goodnight and lean back in my couch. I let out all the air from my lungs and shake my head. Where did she come from? Why is my head spinning so much? Why is my cock throbbing constantly?
Well, I mean, I know the answer to that one. My hand drifts to my crotch and I trace the outline of my cock with my fingers over my jeans. I run my hands up and down the length of my shaft and groan as it starts to get harder.
I pull out my phone and look at her picture. Her eyes are half-closed, and I try to see what she’s wearing. I can’t see anything except her face and shoulder, and I close my eyes to imagine her naked body. My head fills with images of Sam. I think of the way her shirt hugged her curves. I could just see the outline of her bra peeking above the lace when she leaned over. I think of the way my fingers sank into her waist, or the way her face brightened whenever she laughed. I think of her kiss, and how her body felt when it was pressed against mine. I could feel every curve as she wrapped her fingers around my neck and pulled herself closer to me.
I start thinking about things that haven’t happened, and I unzip my pants to finally free my cock. I imagine what she would look like if she were here in front of me. Maybe she’d kneel down and take my cock between those perfect lips. I could touch her breasts and wrap my fingers into her hair as I watched her take inch after inch of my cock in her mouth.
A groan escapes my lips as I wrap my fingers around my shaft. Pretty soon I’m imagining Sam all over me. I'm picturing what it would feel like to plunge my cock deep inside her and wondering what she tastes like when she’s sopping wet. My hand moves up and down and I groan as I close my eyes, waiting for that sweet release.
It’s the thought of her bouncing on my cock that makes me come. I imagine myself exactly in this position on the sofa, and Sam bouncing up and down as she rides me. I imagine running my hands all over her body and feeling her walls contract around my shaft. I imagine her wetness running down between my legs as she plunges my cock deep inside her.
My balls tighten up towards my shaft and I push my shirt up my chest. I come hard, letting my seed shoot out of my cock onto my stomach and chest. I groan as I feel the release of my orgasm and my whole body tenses and then relaxes. I take a few deep breaths and sigh. My body is twitching until finally that familiar post-orgasmic calm washes over me.
As good as that felt, I know it would be nothing compared to the real thing. It was more just relieving the pressure in my balls than getting any real pleasure from it. I sit up and look around for a cloth or a tissue. Of course, there’s nothing, and I need to jog to the bathroom to clean up. Once I’m done, I splash some water on my face and take a deep breath.
I understand why she didn’t want to come back to my place, and I respect it, but damn, I wish she was here. My cock isn’t permanently semi-hard anymore, like it’s been all evening, but the rest of me feels empty too. I wander back to the kitchen as my stomach growls. I haven’t eaten in hours. I open the fridge and look inside, sighing as I pull out some ham for a sandwich.
When I first left my ex, I was heartbroken but also glad for the space. I loved being my own man and being able to do whatever I wanted. I loved having the whole apartment to myself, I loved coming and going and bringing home whoever I wanted.
Now, all of a sudden this apartment seems cold and empty. I slap some mustard on the bread and put the ham on top of it. I look back in the fridge for cheese and let out another sigh. I’m not sure what to do with myself now, it feels almost lonely in here. I put the other piece of bread on top of my sandwich and stare at it for a couple seconds. If I’m being completely honest with myself, I don’t want to be eating a ham sandwich by myself on a Saturday night. I want to be out with a beautiful woman, having a delicious meal, and then coming back here and fucking her brains out.
I take my first bite and groan in satisfaction. I shouldn’t blame the sandwich. The sandwich is delicious. If Sam were here having a post-orgasm ham sandwich with me it would be the best meal of my life. I know what these feelings are, and they’ve been building up inside me ever since my breakup.
It’s loneliness, plain and simple. The single life is great, but it’s lonely. A ham sandwich by yourself doesn’t taste as good as a ham sandwich with a beautiful, intelligent, witty woman. I pull out my phone and take a picture of the half-eaten sandwich, unable to resist sending it to Sam.
Wild Saturday night over here.
I know I shouldn’t bombard her with texts. I should be playing it cool, and letting her sleep, but I can’t. I want to see her again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. I want to know what she’s thinking and I want to make her laugh. I want to share everything with her, even this stupid sandwich.
I’m surprised when my phone buzzes. I open it up to see a photo message from Sam. I open it quickly and burst out laughing when I see a picture of a bowl of cereal.
Cereal party at my place. Bring Cheerios.
I chuckle and shake my head. I know she’s joking but I’d be at her door with a box of Cheerios in an instant, all she’d have to do is tell me to come over.