((Most of this is true between a friend and I, but I haven't moved back home yet, so the rest is just what I'm hoping happens when I move back next month :) ))
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You know that friend that you have that you tend to never realize you want until way later than you should? Yeah, I had one of those. At least mine wasn't too late...
Marck was a glorious sight, 5'10'', dark hair, muscular, and a devilish smile you almost could never resist if you were anyone but me. Thinking back, I think I was just too scared of being hurt again. I mean, this guy is perfect and was capable of having any woman he wanted. I think he chose to be fascinated with me because I was a lost cause and that one he could never have. Until I came back home.
Let's rewind a little. I met him at work. The first impression I got of him was a hot headed ass and that needed fixing, real quick. My personality was not going to allow some egotistical jerk to think he could tell me what to do, especially when I had been working there longer. Came in, striding in his oh-so-perfect steps and his muscles showing, even through the crappy orange Dunkin Donuts shirt he was issued. Even in uniform, he was a sight to behold, and I knew it.
After the first time I told him off, his attitude towards me was a little more than uncomfortable...for me. He was treating me with a little more kindness, and a little more attentiveness, offering me rides around when he got a car and asking to hang out. Keep in mind, when I was a senior in High School, I declared myself a lesbian, and I didn't have many guy friends, as they petrified me. I had a phobia of men, of all things. Even in his kindness and his eagerness to please me, I couldn't bring myself to admit I was smitten with him. Though, I knew how to spin a web of charm to get what I needed when it came to him. He brought out a side in me I didn't know I had before. I knew exactly how to work my magic, and he was only so eager to respond with the actions and words I wanted to hear.
This went on for a while before I couldn't see him anymore. I went on to marry a woman, he got engaged to a beautiful girl as I knew he would, and once in a while we talked. My marriage ended, both my wife and I realizing I was far from a lesbian and couldn't continue to hide behind the life I had woven myself to keep myself from my problems.
Time went by, we talked a little, fought a lot, and we stopped talking all together. I moved from my parents' house sometime in May to go to Georgia. I needed a change of scenery, something new to fill my mind and occupy my time. Time went by with my mind only straying to Marck in all his glory every so often. I tried to make a couple relationships work and they failed, miserably. I wasn't getting what I needed, in fact, I was feeling very emotionally and verbally abused by the end of the two main ones and I was about sure I was done and going back to women. I may not be able to marry one, but I knew how to make a relationship with one work.
After being in Georgia for about 6 months, I got a message via Facebook from Marck. When I moved, I deleted friends off Facebook, deleted numbers from my phone and changed my number. I wanted a clean slate, and as we hadn't talked, he was one I had cleared from my life, thinking I was free from him penetrating my mind again. Of course, not. He found me. My heart raced...was that possible? I remembered the last conversation we had had. My jealousy over his fiancΓ©, his attempt to tell me off and tell me he didn't feel the same about me. I knew, even then, that he was lying, and if I had shown up, he would have taken me in just the way I wanted him to. I started to feel that feeling down below, damp and moist. I found out he was single now, as was I, and we began a constant stream of texts back and forth.
-Dani sends multimedia message- He got a picture of me, fully nude one night. I was feeling rather frisky after realizing he was single again. I'm sure I can imagine the way his eyebrows shot up in shock, never knowing this side of me.
-Marck sends multimedia message- Of course, his cock is rock hard and my panties start to feel the dampness my crotch is spilling out. 'Damn, girl...Just...Damn!'
I smiled inwardly to myself, my hand starting to travel down while my other hand stayed on my cell phone. 'You like?'
-Marck sends multimedia message- His glorious body again, his expression a look of concentration, and I'm smitten. 'You have to ask? Lol'
No, I suppose I didn't. At that moment, he was probably shifting uncomfortably in his pants, as he had to be to work soon. No time to release, as I knew I was going to do. Poor guy...The thought turned me on even more and I began to feverishly rub at the little magic button I had just recently familiarized myself with. 'Have a good night at work, I hope you're not too worked up ;)'
'You're loving this, aren't you?'
I smiled to myself. 'Of course I am.'
I continued to slowly rub myself, knowing he was at work now. My mind going over and over the things I wanted him to do to me. His lips caressing me, his hands groping at my breasts, pulling on my nipples, rubbing his beautiful cock up and down my soaking crotch, penetrating me like only he could, I bet. My eyes closed and my breath quickened. My fingers dipped in and out of my pussy, going back and forth from that motion to my swelling clit, rubbing it hard. I gasped and moaned as my climax hit me, the thoughts of him and what I wanted swelling. I was so glad to be going home soon...
I drove home with my Dad a couple months later. Of course, the texts continued, and we agreed to see each other when I came home. We wanted to know if what we had lost in my idiocy was still there to be claimed. I spent the first few days with my family, traveling around to make sure I was set in my new place and that my job was still secure. I wasn't starting for another week and a half, but I had to make sure I was back on the schedule.
'You coming over tonight?' I texted him on my way home on the day we had planned to see each other. I was nervous, honestly. He was the one man I was never scared of, and here I was, petrified more than I had ever been in my life that he was going to be here. He had seen the most intimate parts of me, and I him.