The walk home from the bar gives me much to ponder. I dwell upon each of the night's flashpoints, torturing my mind and body with a plethora of pointless what-ifs. The moment has passed, and no matter how I choose to beat myself up about the evening's affairs, the fate of what could have been will always be lost to me, as it is to everyone.
Still, I ponder all the same. I think of how the want of kissing her could have been quenched in the brisk air of this October night, her hard, pert nipples poking through the soft fabric of her floral top as she'd press against me; chest to chest; face to face; our lips meeting passionately, inviting our tongues to dance under the fluorescent glow of neon lights.
An ideal first kiss - I think to myself -until my thoughts immediately turn to gripping her tightly beneath the chin and squeezing her delicate cheeks together, in a way that forces her lips apart and her mouth gaping up at me. Then - under the same romantic glow - I jerk my head forward and spit down her throat, soaking her mouth in a thick dressing of saliva.
Already I've unzipped my jeans as I reach inside with a fumbling fist, my knuckles white from gripping tightly around my angry cock, pulsating violently in my palm to a wild rhythm, like a bomb ticking with no timer for warning. I want it to go off. I release her cheeks from my grip and slap her face with a stiff palm, the sound of my hand clapping against her face makes my cock twitch in utter delight. She smiles at the audacity, my spit frothing around her toothy grin. In one quick motion I grab a fist full of hair and tug her to her knees, her open mouth practically falling around my dick. So hot. So moist. The feeling is euphoric. I close my eyes, just to be jolted by her teeth biting suggestively, yet firmly into my cock's soft flesh. Caroline smiles up at me with my dick between her teeth, cheekily seizing control. I won't stand for it.
"Not a fucking chance, Bitch," I spit at her with venom. I push my fingers into her mouth and pull her jaw apart like a vice, before thrusting my cock inside. I feel her lips purse against my balls and her throat tighten involuntarily around my cock as she gags on my stiff shaft. The bomb ticks louder. I feel myself throbbing inside her as I throat fuck the bitch. Thrust after thrust. Her body writhing. Her hands pushing against my waist. Her saliva drooling down her chin. As she chokes on my dick one last time, I feel her throat tighten around me. I can't hold it anymore. The bomb goes off. My key enters the front door.
Oh, what could have been - I think to myself - if one did not just live on dreams.
I head to bed, tossing my jacket over the desk chair and removing my shirt and jeans with little fuss, my black, figure hugging boxers bulging beneath me from the thoughts in my head.
There was definitely something more to tonight - I think to myself - as I tussle with the idea of texting her. What would I say? Where would I begin? No sooner do the questions cross my mind does my phone begin to chime in my jacket pocket. I reach inside to see Caroline's name lighting up the screen and I instantly enter the conversation.
"I had a lot of fun tonight, I don't know if it was the drink but you definitely seemed more confident... X" the message reads.
"You certainly didn't seem to mind the extra confidence..." I begin typing instantly, remembering my hands firmly around her waist and the delicate groan I heard part her lips "... Let me know when you're free next and maybe I can take it up a notch X" I press send and wait, standing half naked in the dark, alone with the thought of exactly how I would want to take it up that notch. I'm not left with my thoughts long before my phone chimes again.
"I didn't mind at all, I was very impressed in fact, but that definitely sounds like a promise? X"
"You bet!" I reply aloud to myself as the phone vibrates in my hand again.
"I'll have to check my calendar, but the Christmas party might be the next opportunity X"
Six or seven weeks from now, the idea of waiting so long doesn't bear thinking about.
"Oh, it's a promise. As long as you can handle it? You should really see when you can pen me into your busy schedule before then X" I press send and stand there in my own head, instantly regretting not making concrete plans. Too much? Too soon? My phone buzzes again.
"I think I've proved I can handle you. If I manage to fit you in, you will have to make it worth my time... X"
"Be careful what you wish for, I'll be testing that!" I begin, biting my lip through a lustful grin of anticipation. "And I can guarantee it'll be worth your while... X" mere moments pass in the dark before my screen lights up again with Caroline's name.
"I'm not interested in careful and I'm very good with tests, so you best make sure it's really hard for me... X"
"Fuck me!" I exclaim aloud, frantically tapping away at my screen. "Then I'm here to make those wishes come true, just say the words... X" I bite harder into my lip, barely noticing the skin breaking.
"I can't tell if you're flirting or propositioning me? Though I know which one I would prefer X" she replies, sending a jolt through my chest and my pulsing cock.
"Well, let's say I would totally cross the line in the sand to get to you X" I announce in the moment with zero inhibition. A minute ticks by. Two minutes. Three minutes. Standing half naked with my phone in hand and the metallic taste of blood seeping across the tip of my tongue, before finally it bursts to life.
"I'm waiting on the other side. Cum and get me... Night night X"
I exhale, my teeth relinquishing their grasp on my lip and a drop of blood oozing down my chin. I take a finger and wipe it from my mouth, looking at my hand and then back at my phone.
"Oh, I'm so cumming for you, Caroline," I mutter to myself, spitting into my bloody hand and grabbing my hard dick, before reading through the messages in the dark and reminiscing over the evening's affairs. I cum in a matter of minutes, the evening's frustrations left to soak my hands and thighs. The next time I cum, I won't be the one responsible for the clean up.
The next day at work brings a moment of clarity over a steaming mug of hot coffee, away from the messages and the alcohol, and the events of last night, I find myself realising the gravity of it all. Had I actually propositioned Caroline? Was I really about to start something with "the girl next door"; the woman I've been infatuated with for the past 4 years? I raise the mug to my lips and curse as the work phone rings, a splash of piping hot coffee streaking down my shirt.
I greet the caller with my customary elongated hello, and wait.
"I've always enjoyed the way you answer the phone," Caroline's voice sounds through a delicate laugh "Though after last night I very much expected my hello to be... longer," she chuckles sweetly.
"You completely caught me by surprise actually, I've literally spilled my coffee everywhere," I smile, dabbing at my shirt with a tea towel.
"Aww, was someone a little flustered?" she teases, laughing softly down the phone.
"I'm soaked!" I laugh back.
"Sadly, that only makes one of us," she teases a little more, changing the tone with just a few short words.
"I'm sure I can do something about that,"
"You better hope so," she answers back instantly.
"Oh, how's that?" I query, tossing the towel aside and listening intently.
"Because if you want my address for tomorrow, I did say you'd have to make it worth my while,"
"So you cleared your schedule after all?" I ask a little too excitedly, my chest thumping as I'm flooded with all kinds of thoughts.
"I haven't done anything yet," she answers plainly.
"Oh, so you're saying if I make you wet, you'll let me in?" what could be mistaken for a pause follows, though I pick up Caroline's delicate groan through the receiver.
"I'm saying if you make me wet, you won't need me to let you do anything."
"I'll just be able to take what I want?" I ask, my mind racing.
"If you know what that is?"
I bite my lip and wince, forgetting the moment from last night but already consumed by years of wanting, all at once, and here I am about to express it in the cold light of day.
"I know exactly what I want," I assure her weakly.
"Then tell me, " she insists
