That night I woke up several times in fits and sweats. Aaron was dead asleep next to me, content knowing that I got stuck in a line at the checkout counter because an old lady was confused. Now I am a liar.
I got out of bed, went to the bathroom and washed my face. Looking in the mirror and thought back on what had happened. Part of me wondered if the whole thing wasn't just one big nightmare. Maybe I did just drive home, go to the store and fell asleep. Maybe none of that happened.
I walked back into the bedroom and saw my phone notification light flashing. My heart skipped a beat. Am I scared? I snatched it up and took it out to the living room. I had a text from an unknown number.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I knew who it was.
I tapped the message: "More?"
My hands shook and put the phone down. What does that mean? I looked back at the phone. "I should just block you," I said to it as if he could hear me.
My heart was pounding. Why? I picked up the phone and typed: "???"
I stared at the message and waited.
"Outside. Now."
"Oh no..." I whispered. I looked back toward the bedroom. Aaron was still sleeping. I looked out the front windows and I saw it. The same car sitting across the street with a figure in the driver seat.
My phone went off again.
"Now."
My hands were shaking. I put on a sweatshirt, some flip flops and went outside. It was cold. I looked around. Everything was quiet. Still. What the hell am I doing? I looked at the car and saw him. He looked at me and waited. There was someone else in the back of his SUV.
I crossed the road and walked to the car. His window was down and he watched me coldly as I approached. He gestured with his head that I get in the backseat. I looked back at my house. Something in me. Deep down. In my gut urged me to get in the car. I was on a ledge.
"Hurry," the man whipered angrily.
I got in the car and sat down. As soon as I closed the door we were driving. Next to me was a man in his late thirties. He looked tired, kind and a bit nervous. He was breathing quickly and he glanced at me then up at the driver.
"Tori," the driver said sternly. "Suck his cock."
I was shocked. I froze.
The driver nodded to the man next to me. "Get your cock out for her."
The man next to me fiddled with his belt and took down his pants. I looked at him then down at his dick. He was semi hard.
My heart was pounding in my ears. What am I doing here? What is happening? This isn't real. This isn't what I am. I kept looking at it and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I looked around, out the window. We were driving somewhere. I looked at the driver. His deep green eyes met mine. He stared back firmly, as if he could make me do anything with that look.
My hand was on the passenger's dick. It feels good. What am I thinking? I was holding it now. It felt so natural. Am I going to do this?
I leaned over and took it in my mouth. It was warm, soft and a bit salty. I felt his hand on my head pushing me down on it. I complied until it was all in. I massaged it with my tongue and I felt him respond. I loved that. I loved it when they got hard. I moved my head up then took it all in again. It was harder. I began to take it in and out of my mouth as he kept his hand in my hair. Each time he was harder and more rigid. Soon he was completely erect and I sucked and massaged. I felt the cock head in my mouth and I started to suck on it.
There was something about it. This. My mind went...somewhere. I knew how to suck Aaron's dick, but this was different. This wasn't Aaron. This was different.
I started sucking harder on the tip, loving how it was swelling in my mouth and I could tell it felt good for him. He held my hair in his hand. He started guiding me up and down on him. Then holding my head down with it deeper in my mouth. I gagged a little. But I was hungry for it now.
"Oh yes..." he said in a thick whisper as I let it out of my mouth and kissed the shaft. I sucked on the shaft, nibbled at the soft skin on the side. It felt so good in my mouth. I wanted it. I wasn't restrained. I was me.
He held his dick and slapped my lips with it. Playfully and I licked and kissed at it.
"Hold your face still honey," he said to me in a lust-filled whisper.
I looked up at him as he slapped his wet, hard cock against my cheek and mouth. Our eyes met as he did it, his cock blocking my view each time he slapped me with it.
He pushed it back in my mouth and groaned loudly as I took it in. He started to thrust into my mouth as best as he could, holding my head with his hands. I knew it was coming. I wanted it.
"Oh shit!" he called out as my mouth filled with the warm salt of his cum. More than I was expecting. I swallowed some, but most ran out of my mouth and all over his shaft. He kept pumping so i sucked and swallowed what I could.
Then it was over. He pulled out of my mouth and I sat up, leaning against the passenger window. Splotches of cum was on my chin, neck and shirt.
What did I just do? What just happened?
My heart sank. I was shaking. I couldn't look at the man that I had just cheated with. That's what I did. I cheated.
Aaron...I am sorry. I don't know what I am.
I stared out the window, afraid to move. The car stopped and the man beside me opened his door. "Um," he started, "Thank you." Then he was gone.
I looked at him as he left and on his seat was a crinkled wad of money. What the hell?
The car started again. "Take it," the driver said.
I reached over and grabbed the cash. There was $100 in twenties. What have I done?
"$60 of that is mine," the driver said.