6 - Waiting for the Next One - Part 1
Nicole was a normal girl. Beautiful inside and out, Nicole deserved the best. She sure as hell deserved better than what I gave her, that's for sure. She wasn't my dream girl, or my soul mate. I was lonely, and Nicole was the girl who was there.
I had rid myself of Melody, and set my sights on Mandy. She had been with some guy named Adam the last time I saw her, but her positive response to my email gave me hope that maybe he was just a placeholder, that maybe she was just waiting for me to come around. So we made plans to get together and meet for coffee a few days later. I was trying to play it cool, but still made sure to look good for the occasion.
Mandy and I had a clear attraction, but kept getting the timing wrong, and I was so excited at the possibility that we had finally gotten it right. She was magnetic, lighting up any room she was in, and I wanted her to pour that positive energy, and that amazing body, all over me. I thought about that body often, and on many a night while stroking my cock I thought about what it must be to feel her. I relived the memory of watching the supple muscles in her back flair as she slowly pleasured her then-boyfriend with her mouth, feeling a lurid mix of jealousy and extreme arousal at the thought of being the one in his position. That tight, gymnast's body, that sweet, bubbly face wrapped around my cock, and those tits--those big, fake tits that gave her back her confidence--all made me lurch and spurt in beautiful agony on more than one occasion.
All of these things made me optimistic for the future, and that much more shattered when our meeting actually happened.
***
"The thing is," she said to me over the lip of her mocha latte, "I like you, Tim, and I want to be friends..." I felt a big but coming. "...but that's all it can be. I'm still with Adam, and I really like him."
We had had a great time up to that point, losing track of time and talking for close to two hours. Even though we had only crossed paths briefly, we talked as though we had known each other our whole lives. Mandy was smart, had great stories, and was an absolute riot. We shared a lot of laughs, and I could feel the aura around us, bringing us closer together. Feeling the clear connection between us, I felt confident enough to ask her if she wanted to get dinner later that night, leading to a lot of confusion with her answer.
"Friends can't get dinner?" I said, hopefully, thinking that the clear romantic shift of a night out together might change her mind.
"Not the way you want to," she said with a sarcastic look. "Tim, look," she began again, looking down at her drink, "I'm with Adam right now, and...if I'm with someone, I'm WITH SOMEONE." Her crystal eyes flashed up at me. "And I know that you might not have the same appreciation for those kinds of boundaries...but I do."
I knew immediately what she was alluding to--her cousin Kerri had told her. Told her that Kerri and I had been secretly hooking up behind her boyfriend (my friend Mike)'s back. Finally that had bit me in the ass.
"That was..." I started, but she cut me off.
"You don't need to explain it to me, that's just not the person I am."
"It's not the person I am either," I countered. I wanted to believe it, but I wasn't sure I did. "We were just being young and stupid."
"Well then there's no reason we can't be good friends, is there?"
"No," I said, as upbeat as possible, while secretly crumbling inside, "I guess not."
"Great!" she said, flashing me that amazing smile of hers, a smile that warmed me inside and instantly brought my mood back up.
We spent the rest of our time talking like the new old friends we were, and I began shifting my thoughts away from erotic encounters and toward enjoying her as a person and a friend. As we wrapped up, we exchanged phone numbers, hugged, and made loose plans to see each other again.
Walking back to my dorm, I began adjusting my mindset regarding Mandy, trying to come to terms with the fact that we were, at least for the foreseeable future, only going to be friends. I was ok with that. Disappointed, sure, but ok with it. But as my mind played things over, I couldn't help but wonder how much Kerri had actually told her; how in depth she went on our escapades. Maybe she told her everything, in great detail. And maybe that's why Mandy still wanted me in her life. Otherwise why even put the temptation in front of us?
But I couldn't think like that. Not about Mandy, My FRIEND.
***
Mandy and I hung out again shortly after, and pretty soon it became a regular thing. We just clicked, and we always had a great time together, which made it that much tougher to keep the prospect of romance out of my mind. I thought it would be easier the more Adam was around, but instead all I could think about was how much of a dud he was, and how I felt like she was wasting her time with him.
I even did my best not to think about her when I jerked off, thinking that mental copulation would only make things harder, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't slip up from time to time. I'd be lying if I said that every now and then, after a particularly excellent night out with her or if she happened to wear something that accented her amazing body in just the right way, thoughts of Mandy and her amazing body didn't make me cum in my own hands.
But this is why I knew I needed to get my mind off of her and on to someone else. That's where Nicole enters the picture.
Nicole and I shared one of those big, hundred-student lecture classes together. Of all the seats in that room, we ended up next to each other two weeks in a row completely by chance. The third week she sat next to me on purpose. The fourth week I did the same.
We hit it off in that slow burn way you do sometimes, but found a lot in common. It wasn't long before we began to spend time with each other after class, getting lunch together at the local off-campus diner. I realized whenever we'd hang out, my face would hurt from smiling when I left. Pretty soon, after class lunch turned into lunch on the weekend, independent of class, and then inevitably, from lunch to dinner. But not the way I would have expected.
"Hey, I gotta ask you something, but I'm kind of embarrassed," she said to me, picking the pickles off her sandwich.
"Anything, you know that," I replied, charmed by her distaste for the vegetable.
"So I need to go to this thing for my journalism class--it's like an event I have to cover--and I was wondering if you'd wanna go with me." She tossed her straight, brown hair back over the shoulder of her denim jacket. She loved that denim jacket, adorned with a tasteful array of buttons and enamel pins, and wore it all the time.
"Sure," I said, without hesitation. I liked Nicole, and spending time with her was basically effortless. "Like a sports game or something?"
"Well, that's the thing," she said, shifting nervously in her seat, "It's actually this...dinner thing."
"Oh?"
"And it's sort of...black tie."
"Oh!" I said, my interest piqued. This wasn't a chill hang out, this was going to be...a date.
"Yeah..." she said, an adorable dusting of embarrassment coming over her. "I have two tickets, and it's like a sit down dinner thing, and I was hoping I wouldn't have to do it alone, so..." her brown eyes ticked up to meet mine. "...what do you think?"
"I think it sounds great," I said with a big smile. Her nervousness broke, and she matched my smile with one of her own. She sparkled when she smiled. We made plans to meet up for the event that coming weekend, and said goodbye. I walked away that day happy and excited. I don't think either of us fully realized it at that point, but this was more than just one friend helping out another date--this was a DATE date.
As a college sophomore, I probably should have been worried about what to wear to a black tie event, but luckily for me I had a suit in my closet just in case. A suit that had a lot of nostalgic value to me; a suit I hadn't worn since my senior prom. Getting ready to meet Nicole that night, I couldn't help but remember the last time I had worn it, flashing back to sitting there, bewildered, in the back of the limo, while my step-sister's best friend Steph kneeled in front of me, giving me my very first blowjob.
I remembered scrunching the hem of the jacket tight into my fist as I began to cum into Steph's sweet, amazing mouth. I guess you could say it was my lucky suit, and when Nicole came down to meet me to get our car to the event, I started to believe it.
Nicole looked amazing--I had never seen her so dressed up. I actually didn't know if I had ever seen her in makeup before, and she showed that she knew how to impress when she needed to. Immaculately done up hair; eyes and lips sharp and distinct; black, backless dress hugging her body in just the right ways, accenting the subtle-yet-enticing curve of her hips. Connecting behind her neck and draping down tastefully over her breasts, the dress reminded me of the dress Steph wore to prom.
I felt my hand scrunch the hem of my jacket into my fist.
"You look amazing," I gushed through a dopey smile. The smile she returned was equally dopey, and we both took a moment to adjust to the new formal presentation our relationship was exploring.
"Thanks, you too. It's...actually my prom dress," she giggled, causing me to giggle at the serendipity. We settled down, and both of our looks lingered just a bit longer on each other as our car pulled up to the curb. "Shall we?" she said through another nervous smile. I nodded.
In the car ride over, Nicole gave me a rundown of what the event was, and what her job was for the evening. It was a campaign fundraiser for a local politician, and Nicole had to do a write up for her class covering the speech the politician was to give, and she told me she was going to do her best to go one step further and get a direct quote from him.
"And what do we do after you're done?" I asked innocently enough.
"Well, we can enjoy the rest of the event," She said, considering the options, "or we could...leave." I couldn't help but notice a slight squirm on her part as she floated the second option. I tried not to read into it, but...it was difficult not to.
"Yeah, I mean, who knows," I responded, "it might be boring."
"Yeah," she agreed, "it might be boring."
It was not boring.
Or at least, maybe I should say I was not bored being there with her, because there were plenty of other people there, seasoned fundraiser attendees and their long-suffering spouses, who put on a smile and said their hellos, but you could tell they'd rather be anywhere else. Not us though.
We were both overwhelmed by the grandeur of the event, the shimmering, grand ballroom of the local five-star hotel acting as the staging area for an evening of showing off. A band played tasteful, yet danceable music, a long buffet table offered plenty of food and refreshments, and the cool night air breezing in through the large terrace windows gave the whole evening a kiss of the magical.
Nicole was nervous, not about being there with me, but about her task at hand. There was too much stimulation. Too many people. Her shoulders were scrunched up in a cute display of anxiety. She was extremely cute; she had been so excited about this opportunity, and when she got excited, her cheeks blushed a delightful shade of pink--it was becoming one of my favorite things about her. But then and there, she was paler than ever.
