As both a hobbyist writer as well as reader of countless Literotica stories, I couldn't help but turn one of my own ideas into a story. I have a couple years' experience with writing scripts for the audio community and switching gears to writing a story was refreshing and new.
This is my first publicly shared work of fiction aside from the aforementioned scripts. I will read all comments, and take any advice or criticism into consideration. Feel free to be brutal, as long as it is helpful. "This story really sucks" is not helpful unless you say why!
Enjoy the read!
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I woke with a start with the sound of loud honking coming from outside. I must have fallen asleep sitting on the couch. As I stood, I felt that my neck was sore and stiff from being upright, but I just rubbed it absentmindedly and went to my sliding glass door that leads out to the balcony. Looking out from my second floor apartment, I could see one of my neighbors fumbling with his keys to silence his own car alarm.
With a soft chirp, the honking stopped.
Groaning, I stretched and tried to loosen all my stiff joints. I checked the time on my phone screen: ten o'clock, Saturday morning. I had all weekend to myself, maybe I should go lay in my bed for a couple hours and try to undo the damage the couch had done to my spine.
Unlocking my phone, I checked for any urgent notifications. My text messaging app was still open, showing the brief exchange I'd had with Sherry last night.
Sherry: Flight was boring, safe landing. Waiting for them to let us off. Letting you know I'm okay, didn't want you to worry. [23:12]
Josh: Hey, good to hear. Thanks for telling me. Now I can relax and go to bed. [23:13]
Sherry: Good night, then! [23:13]
Josh: Good night. Good luck with the job on Monday! I'll miss you. [23:14]
There was no reply after that. I should not have told her that, I'd just made things harder for her. It was a thoughtless thing to say, and in the end it just hurt us both. Luckily, I had been sober enough to not tell her I loved her. It was a line we'd never crossed in the six months we were together. I'd thought it all the time, and I suspected she might too, but we never said it.
I felt the despair sinking in again, so I stuffed my phone back in my pocket and headed for the bathroom.
After doing my business, I looked at the sad sap in the mirror as I washed my hands. Not a pretty sight. My eyes were bloodshot from all the crying into the early hours of this morning.
"You fell too hard, you idiot. You knew this was going to happen." I couldn't help but be angry at my pathetic reflection.
With a snarl, I decided I wouldn't let myself wallow in self pity for the rest of the day. I nearly stomped to my bedroom, gathered up some clean clothes, and climbed into the shower to wash the funk away.
Shit
, I thought to myself. I had to start over again. I was terrible at speaking with girls, always had been. Sherry had done wonders for my self-esteem and pulled me out of my shell. When we were together, I could even socialize in groups with her friends.
But now I was alone again, and I hated it. I knew without a doubt that I didn't want to be alone. I was introverted, sure, but not a loner.
"Shit!" I said it aloud this time, angrily scrubbing shampoo into my scalp with my fingertips.
She'd told me it couldn't be a long-term thing. I knew that even before our first date. I'd gathered up the courage to ask her out after seeing her around campus all the time, and she'd immediately told me that she was up for some fun, but wasn't looking for a relationship right now.
Digging deeper, I found that she was only going to be in the area for six months, then she had to go to Dallas for an internship for a year. It was part of some program her father's company was putting her through. I could understand her not wanting to pass up such an opportunity. At twenty years old she already had her whole career figured out.
She'd leaned in, dropping her voice to block out eavesdroppers. "You're still cute, though. If you promise you won't catch feelings, I'd be happy to go out with you. Maybe go to your place, order a pizza? Netflix and chill?" There was a twinkle in her eye and a small smile that I found absolutely adorable and irresistible.
How the hell could I say no? Her playfulness and confidence were so alluring, and dinner flowed casually into conversation laced with flirting and innuendo. It hadn't taken long for her to get me relaxed enough to banter like a pro. With only a hint of awkwardness, we progressed casually into making out, first clothed then not, until she wound up in my lap riding me with her hand quickly rubbing between her legs to a shuddering orgasm.
Afterward she finished me off with her hands into her mouth. As I looked into those beautiful brown eyes I didn't have the heart to tell her that she'd just taken my virginity.
I growled to myself. I need to quit thinking about her. Still struggling to overpower my sorrow with anger, I finished rinsing the soap and shampoo off myself and turned off the water.
In a few minutes I was dressed, and I realized I was wide awake now. A nap didn't sound appealing anymore. I didn't want to be single any longer than I had to. I just needed to make a plan, but first I had to figure out where to start.
Sitting on the couch, I opened the browser on my phone and flicked through the university's website for student events. I hated the bar scene and frat parties, but I knew there were other ways to meet women. There had to be one I was comfortable with.
Suddenly my phone rang. The sound and vibration startled me and I nearly dropped the phone. The notification bar told me it was an unknown number, and I didn't recognize the area code. I was sure it was a very urgent call about my car's extended warranty. Rolling my eyes, I stabbed the "Decline" button with my thumb to send it to voice mail, and I continued my web surfing.
Less than a minute later, it rang again. I hadn't paid close attention, but I was pretty sure it was the same phone number calling me. It was the same area code.
Frowning, I stared at the screen, hovering my thumb back and forth over the screen. If it was a solicitor, they wouldn't have called again today. If it was someone I knew that was using an unfamiliar phone number, they would have left a message or sent a text.
My indecision eventually made the choice for me, and the screen changed to say "Missed call." I guess they had given up. I thought maybe I should do a quick web search for the phone number and see if it belonged to a collection agency or something. I was pretty sure I wasn't behind on any bills, but I've had old debts come back and bite me many months later.
Then, I heard a different phone ringing - from the kitchen. It was the land line. I never used the thing, it just came with the internet service I had hooked up to the apartment. I had plugged an old corded phone into it to use in case of emergencies, since it would work even when cell service and electricity were out.
I'd used it on my resume while I was job hunting a while back. Since then, I only got junk calls and politicians.
The fact that it was now ringing couldn't be a coincidence. Someone was clearly trying to get ahold of me. My mind raced as I cautiously went to the phone, trying to remember who had this number. My parents did, and Sherry, of course. She had occasionally used this phone. But she knew I hated talking on the phone, and would have just sent a text.
Cautiously, I lifted the antique phone handle to my ear. "Hello?"
"Oh good, you *are* awake!" a very pleasant feminine voice replied. I didn't recognize the voice, definitely not my mother or Sherry.
"Uh, who is this?"
Before I could finish the question, I heard a click as the call cut out.
Confused and concerned, I slowly hung the receiver back on the wall cradle.
A gentle but firm knocking came from the front door.
Was this a delivery? I hadn't ordered anything in a few weeks. Maybe I was being served legal papers? Those had to be hand-delivered, I remembered.
