Lisa’s cunt slipped up and down his shaft, riding him for all she was worth. She could tell that he was close. She could feel his body tensing, and so she made the appropriate noises, but she felt nothing.
The man beneath her groaned out, and his load shot up into her. She cried out in fake pleasure, wanting to at least make him feel good about the experience. He pumped for more moments before his body sagged back onto the bed. At least he was fully sated, a serene smile playing on his face. She smiled down at him – that too was fake – before moving off his body and sitting on the bed, her back against the headboard.
Lisa sighed inwardly. Another failed night, another failed attempt at passion. She’d had a good night with this man – what was his name? Oh, yes, Mark. She’d had a good night with Mark once, but only once.
Like every other. Lisa had, in her short twenty-two years of life, had at least thirty boyfriends. Each of them had given her gifts, had taken her places. Each of them had loved getting her into bed, for she was very good at sex. But none of them had been able to give her more than one orgasm. It wasn’t just more than one orgasm
a night
, but they had never been able to bring her to orgasm after their first time together. Mark was no different. He was reasonably good in bed, but still, the one orgasm was all she had gotten from him. It was frustrating enough that she wanted to cry, but she didn’t. Mark would not understand, and how to tell him that the last five times had been bullshit to her?
She waited the appropriate amount of time before getting up and going to the bathroom. She had to get home soon; she had to be at work in the morning, and she never let her search for a man interfere with the proper functioning of her duties. Not that she was a crucial company employee; a secretary for a medium-grade executive, if she didn’t show up at all, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, except perhaps for her. Still, it was all she had in life at the moment, and she would not foul up the one thing she was doing well with the other thing that she was barely doing at all.
“Call me?” Mark asked as she finished getting dressed. He did not move from the bed.
Lisa made a noncommittal noise. Chances are that no, she would not call him again. He would almost certainly call her, though, and she’d once more have to go through the ritual of having to dump yet another guy. The process grated on her nerves. Why couldn’t she just tell him now? But, no, you didn’t do that sort of thing after good sex, and it had been good for him, anyway.
She made her way out to her car, and drove home. Once there, she showered, to remove the reminder of her failure as a woman.
===<<<+>>>===
“Hi, Lisa,” he said, disturbing her morose little reverie. She jumped, and he lightly set his hand on her shoulder. “Wow, geez. I didn’t mean to startle you. Didn’t get much sleep last night? You’ve been sitting here staring at your lunch for ten minutes.”
His name was Jack Bennett. He was an executive assistant with the corporation. This really meant that he was a highly paid gofer for his boss, but that didn’t seem to bother Jack very much. Lisa smiled at him; he was a friend, and she could use one of those just now.
“Oh, hi, Jack. I slept okay, it’s just... life.”
“Oh, that old thing,” he said with a chuckle. “We’d all be better off without it.”
She smiled at the joke, but she didn’t feel like her usual chuckle. Jack noticed.
“Hey, what’s wrong? C’mon, you’ve got...” he checked his watch theatrically, “... forty-two minutes to spill your guts. After that, we both have work to do.”
She looked at him, trying to decide whether he was serious, or just trying to get her in a good mood. The look on his face proclaimed that she had his full attention. Lisa decided,
What the hell.
“Another failed relationship, Jack. I can’t seem to find a guy who suits me.”
“What was wrong with this one?” he asked.
“Same as usual; incompatible in bed.”
“Oh.” Jack had to be careful. For one thing, this wasn’t the kind of discussion you had in the lunch room at work. For the other, if he said the wrong thing in the wrong way, she could have him up on sexual harassment charges. Not that he thought she’d do it, but he wasn’t taking the chance. “Maybe you’re just putting a little too much emphasis on it.”
She looked at him as if he’d sprouted a third arm. “How many girlfriends have you had?”
“Well, three.”
She just stared at him. “No offense, but you don’t yet really know relationships. Sex is important. Sex may be the most important part of it all.”
Good Lord, does she really think that?
“Hmm. I haven’t found that to be the case. Look, what
else
do you do with your boyfriends?”
“What do you mean, what else?”
“Movies? Dinner? Dancing?”
“What guy wants to do that kind of bullshit? They want sex. It’s what I give them.”
Jack nodded. “Okay, I see your point, I guess. But Lisa?” he asked as he finished off his coffee.
“Yeah?”
“Any real boyfriend would want more than sex. You take it easy, okay? I’ve gotta go, I’ve got some errands to run before my lunch break is over. Think about it.”
As Jack walked away, she was confused.
What does he mean, a ‘real boyfriend’? I’ve had real boyfriends, haven’t I?
She didn’t know how to answer that question, and that disturbed her more than Jack’s comment.
Maybe I need to talk to him some more.
===<<<+>>>===
It took Lisa a full two days before she got up the nerve to approach him. This was odd for her; she was usually very take-charge around men. She made her way to his office, which was two floors above her own, and waited until he got off the phone.
“Hey, Lisa. What’s up?”
“Jack... I, uh... you remember the talk we had the other day?”
“Sure. What about it?”
“You think maybe we could continue that conversation? Over dinner?”
Jack chuckled slightly. “Kind of a weird way to ask a guy out, ain’t it?” He smiled at her, and she dipped her head, blushing slightly. He said, “Okay, no problem. When should I pick you up?”
