Sorry it took me so long to write the second chapter and thank you to those who voted. In order for this chapter to make some sense, it might be wise to read Meeting Chris first.
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I was having a nice, erotic dream about this beautiful woman fondling my cock through my pants while we're riding on the motorcycle. A gorgeous, sunny day and between the glorious smell of nature and her soft hands massaging my hardness from the backseat, my senses were in a happy overload. Suddenly, there was a buzzing that's disturbing and alarming...everything started to fade away into darkness and I panicked, what was wrong?
My eyes popped open and after a few, seconds I came to my senses. Still half asleep, I realized my phone was ringing. A quick glance at my alarm clock told me it was 3.30 in the morning.
"Who the fuck calls this time a night?", I cursed. "It better not be a wrong number."
With that my hand reached through the dark to grab the receiver and pull it under the cozy warm blanket.
"Hello?" I said, still half asleep.
"Richard, its me, Chris, I'm sorry to call you in the middle of the night, but I feel weird."
"Chris, I didn't think I'd hear from you so soon," I said with a smile creeping on my face, "what's wrong?"
Almost whispering she said, "Richard, I'm so sorry what happened tonight, it's not like me to be such a slut, at least with a stranger! I have never done such a thing."
Now I was fully awake and feeling panicky inside. I really liked this girl, whether we rutted like two animals in a public bathroom or not. Hearing her in a voice of despair made me cringe.
With my best, soothing voice I said, " Chris, please calm down, this was definitely a first for me too. I hate to admit it, but I thought it was the wildest thing, but nothing to feel bad about. You don't regret it, do you?"
Now, with a calmer voice and almost giggly she said, "no Richard, I loved it, it was so wicked, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought it might have been just that, a wicked fuck. You know, I went to sleep and I had a dream about us, a good one and then I woke up and you weren't here and I panicked." And then with an almost childlike voice she said, "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, do you?"
"Chris, I'm under the covers here grinning ear to ear."
She started to laugh with that smoky, sensual voice I remembered from just a few hours earlier. "I thought you didn't like me and that's why you didn't even ask me to go home with you. So you do like me a little?" she asked, with some uncertainty.
"Chris, I liked you the minute our eyes met in the bar, hot encounter or not. You better believe I would have called you in the morning no matter what. I was just so stunned by the whole thing, I was a little confused. It all happened so quick, you know. Can you understand that?"
"Oh, your so smooth, aren't you?," she said and I could almost see the smile on her face.
"Seriously Chris, I felt like I got hit by a train when I first looked at you. I know it's a cliché, but it was like somebody put their hand around my heart and gave it a good squeeze." I don't want to use the L word, but it was definitely lust at first sight," I said with a chuckle.
"You're a bad boy, you know that. You made me do it, shame on you."
"I'm sorry," I said, not feeling sorry at all, but being very happy instead.
"So what now," asked Chris. "It's past 3.30 in the morning and I'm not sleepy at all."
"Do you want me to get dressed and drive to your house? I could bring some coffee," I suggested while my dirty mind started to work in overdrive for no reason.
"Hell no, I need some sleep. I have to be at work by 9 sharp, or by boss will kill me. We're working on this big software project."
"Sorry, let me pull my mind out of the gutter," I said with fake regret in my voice.
"Oh boy, I've got myself a live one haven't I?"
