Part I – "Graduation"
The phone rang. "Hello, this is Sabina." It was Randy, a man I had recently been involved with. The last time I saw him, we did not have a good weekend. I told him I didn't want to see him after that. We agreed to go our own ways.
"What's new?" Randy asked.
"I graduated this weekend," Sabina said. "The diploma was worth the wait! I hope to find a new job with this additional degree."
"Ahhh ... in San Francisco?" Randy asked. "Bet it was nice there!"
San Francisco was beautiful," I said. A vision of the quaint old city set in picturesque hills flashed in my mind. I smiled, thinking of the demure beauty of the fog rolling in from the bay.
"How was your date...worth the drive back?"
"Well, I was going to stay a few days. But the drive was long, and gas was expensive. After my date I met in San Francisco, I was tired. Since it was not exactly a love connection, I wanted to sleep in my own bed. It took me two hours to get home and almost three to get there!" Sabina explained.
"Boy! That was putting on the miles," he remarked.
"Well, regarding my date. He was from out-of-town. He was such a nice man but I didn't think it was a feasible situation for intimacy. Besides touching you was scary enough," I giggled.
"Having a nice hard cock in your hands or mouth is worth the chance, don't you think?"
"Who's cock?" I asked.
"Your date. Guess, you didn't think so. Well, there are more fish in the ocean. You know how to make a man hard," Randy reminded me while laughing mischievously!
"I never made you hard, did I?" I asked. "Or, was that a parable of you saying I never make you soft? Kind of like you saying you're NOT attracted to me," I said my voice wet with sarcasm.
"So, you think I do know how to make a man hard? I'm not sure I know how I do it? Tell me. Yes, I probably could have turned his life around. Not, likely though. We lived in different states and the frustration wouldn't have been worth the wait. I need to be focused on reality. I need to be turned on before turning on ... don't you and on a regular basis?" I asked.
"Don't I what?" Randy asked. "Getting turned on before being hard? Yep, I do. If that is the question, then, yes, I do need to be turned on before I perform."
"He was a good communicator. I like that," hinting that Randy was not.
"I like to look at a woman's shape. Cleavage is what really gets me going but so does a nice round arse... like yours?" Randy said in a seductive twinge. "And, your tight little hiney love canal is so inviting, too!"
"Well, you should have been nicer to me. I thought round wasn't good. Hah, so I did turn you on?" I laughed. It had been a couple of months since our break-up, so I was going to give him a difficult time and make him squirm a bit. I knew he liked that in me... the feistiness, playfulness, and sexiness all turned him on.
"If I didn't know better, I would think you are trying to seduce me young man... Dare I say... miss me?" I asked. I knew Randy hated when I asked him that. I had asked him the same question the weekend of our break-up. He especially hated showing any vulnerability or his feminine side. So, I understood his next comment to me.
"Well, like all men, I could have naughty sex with you but nothing more... like bring dinner... fuck for a few hours and then I leave," he laughed.
"That comment will definitely score points with me. Are you asking yourself over? Now, see you're being mean. I got turned on just looking at you and roguishly forgave you for your lack of foreplay. I didn't have to have it!" I said.
"No ... but you never know. You might like me to give you some orgasms," Randy suggested again impishly suggestion a reunion.
"I might," I said, yet dreaming of our last encounter while uttering those words.
"Is your dating life slow?" I asked, amused at my words and laughing at the same time. "Are you that desperate ... to be with me? Some orgasms is the operative word ... not just one!" hinting once again.
"Yeah, some is what you get... I only get one... but, if done right a very good one! I am sure you get wet just thinking of a toy sliding in and out of your pussy as I slide in and out of your hiney... or vice versa! Wet thoughts just thinking of me, Sabina?" Randy asked.
"Well, you do turn me on. Yes, I was planning on many orgasms the last time you were here, but the weekend was wasted with you being mad at me. Maybe, distance is what we needed!"
"You wearing a tight thong that teases you as you walk around the house ... tingling your clitty and a sheer top that lustfully teasing your nipples would be nice," Randy said.
"One for one, two for one, or ten for one of yours would only be fair ... mine is little except that hiney one you gave me. Well, I do have all this new lingerie I bought with you in mind that are getting old. I suppose I could be forced to ... to be submissive," I stuttered. "Go on and tell me more," I pleaded.
Then, maybe you would enjoy an afternoon of fucking ... an early dinner in and then we part ... so, as to not get on each others nerves," Randy implied.
"I ... get on your nerves, do I? You're scoring more points with me today as we go along. I thought my emails got on your nerves but not ME. Well, YOU do make me write good stories ... did you like the one I wrote?" I asked. "And, you get your way with me as you please, like you always wanted. How... convenient for you. Well, I'm pretty lucid these days ... as long as I'm not being pissed off at you ... you might be good for subside my anger side," I joked, knowing well that he knew what I meant. Submissiveness had been a bone of contention with me before.
Laughing, Randy said and I knew was smiling priggishly. "Yah think? Your pussy needs more fucking than it has been getting. I think you are a better person if you have enjoyed a good orgasm. It seems to settle you down and makes you less aggressive towards men."
"How is that?" I asked. Of course, he ignored me as he usually did when I asked a specific question.
"Yes, I'd like to see you. I can't believe I'm saying this! If you want, there will be no pressure from me ... maybe we could even like each other with a second go around."
"Okay! As long as it is about enjoying a few drinks and enjoying sex... not about jobs or other hassles in our lives," Randy stated.
"Deal," I agreed. "Did that bother you? I have no hassles at the moment... except poverty," laughing wholeheartedly. "And, you are not to complain about my pig sty of a house if it's not immaculate when you get here."
"Okay. Fucking is the only thing that doesn't cost a lot," he commented.
"Yes, I know that you like THAT part. Frugal sex," I girlishly giggled out loud.
"Seems every extra cent I make is spent on working for just a living. I used to have extra money every payday to enjoy life. Now, it is all about living expenses or not living period," he said laughing.
Knowing Randy was serious as I was about finances, I said, "It sucks. Or, that's my job isn't it and it's free? I've been living week to week for years.
My boobs were swelling as I continued speaking to Randy. "My boobs just grew," I said devilishly while massaging them lightly.
"Yes, I like the way you suck me. You make me rock hard when you do," Randy confessed.
