It Was Him

3 years ago

I stood on his doorstep and took a deep breath. "You are going to a virtual strangers house basically for sex" my rational mind felt the need to remind the irrational mind. I ignored her, and rang the doorbell and there he was, Tim. He had this comfortable confidence, he was very handsome. He welcomed me into his apartment. We sat on his couch and talked about everything and nothing. He waited until he could see my shoulders relax and more of my facial muscles get involved in my smiles indicating less of a nervous smile. He went outside for something, looking back now, I believe it was to smoke, something. He comes back, puts his hand on my arm. "Are you okay?" he asked with true care.

I smiled, looked down, "Yes, I am okay."

I had barely got the words out before he was on top of me. He held my neck as he kissed me, pushing me back into the couch, running one of his legs between mine. I was surprised for about half a second before I literally jumped at the chance. I pushed him back and straddled his lap. He ran his hands up my legs, pushing my dress up as he moved.

Soon we moved to his room. He laid on his bed, putting his hands behind his head as if he was sunbathing. "Take off your dress," he said, not asked, not requested, demanded. I pulled my dress off, crawled into his bed. He leaned forward and lead me to him with a hand behind my neck, crading my head, guiding me back to his lips. I returned to my position straddling him. He disengaged from my lips and laid his head back. I sat up, his pelvis pushing into mine, I could feel his excitement, and I am sure he could feel mine. I reached back and unclasped my bra, tossing it to the side.

His fingers found my aroused nipples, pinching, pulling, causing moans to escape my lips. Tim sat up, pulling my body closer to his, wrapping his lips around my right nipple, sucking, twisting with teeth. "Your body is so sexy, perfect for playing with," he said in his deep, low voice as his hands pawing at my asscheeks through the lace of my underwear. "You need to get these off little one," something in my brain broke when he said this, how he said it. I would follow anything he told me.

I lay next to him and slipped my underwear off, tossing them with my bra. His hands were experts, one helped support his body as he positioned himself between my legs. He slipped his pants, and briefs off. He was slightly above average length, I reached down and stroked him with my hand. It always amazed me how soft the penis is, the skin feels just like velvet, but the hardness, the thought of this rod of heat and desire pushing into me with the determination of the man it belongs to turned me to mush.

His mouth descended on mine once again as his cock found its mark. He pushed into me, my pussy having to stretch to accommodate his cock. I gasped, he pushed in, not exactly slowly, but in a very determined manner. "Fuck, little one, you are so wet, and so tight," he whispered with longing in my ear.

I could not manage a sentence, a word, barely a sound. I moaned, I wanted, no, needed more. I gripped his shoulders, he took it as a sign and began thrusting into me with no abandon. I moaned and cried out with pleasure. His cock took a break and he held my legs high as his mouth got to work exploring the very depths of my body. I had never felt this before. I could feel his tongue circling and flicking my clit, then ventured into my core as I gushed with ecstasy. I reached down and held his head and thrust my pelvis into his mouth. He used his upper body strength to push my legs wide and down, making it impossible for me to have much control of how my lower body could move. I dug my nails into his arm, and he pulled his mouth away to see my gushing pussy. He pushed his throbbing cock back into me as he pushed his lips onto my lips, his tongue diving into my mouth. I tasted myself on his mouth, and loved it.

This went on, for an eternity, him plunging his cock into my most sacred place until finally he pushed in as far and as hard as he could. I could feel his cock throbbing as he pumped me full of his cum. He had not asked, we had not discussed it. I was horrified, excited, scared all at once.

He and I had only one more encounter after that. It was just as amazing. I let him explore my body and loved every second of it.

Chapter 3

My body wanted all of that once again, but my mind was much stronger. I was young, a little dumb, and impulsive. I had been in a long distance relationship that messed with my mind so bad that I really just wanted to use someone, and I found that in Tim. That was 3 years ago. A lot had happened, and I did not want the same things anymore. I wanted a connection. I wanted someone who wanted me and not only because my pussy gets so wet and how it pulses around a cock.

Just at that moment we both heard the front door open. It was locked, but Parker had the only other key, the sister key to my key. Tim let me go almost immediately and shot back to where his station was, acting busy putting away the last few things. I heard Parker's footsteps coming around the corner and willed my heart to calm down and the pink to inch back down my neck and cheeks. I put those last two bowls on the shelf, and unplugged the sink to allow it to drain as I breathed as deeply as I dared, trying to not bring attention. I turned and walked back to the register.

Parker had stopped to talk to Tim about something. I passed by them. I could see that Parker took notice of me and tracked my movement from the kitchen to the back cabinet where my bag was. "You can lock up boss-man?" I asked as casually as I could.

"Yes ma'am!" he answered. Our eyes met, I could see a shadow of concern flash across his face. I plastered the most genuine smile I could muster across my face to try and reassure him, turned and left. I got in my car, but could not will my hand to guide the key into the ignition, it was shaking too much.

I sat in my car, breathing. Did he know where my apartment was? Would he try to corner me there if he did? Could I dial 9-1-1 fast enough? Did I want help? All of those thoughts buzzed through my head. Deep breath. Deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth.

I heard a car door open and close, and headlights flooded my car. I ducked down out of reflex. I knew it had to be Tim leaving and I wanted to give him no opportunity to continue his advances. The car drove away, I sat up straight. My breathing returned to normal, I closed my eyes as a wave of relief washed over me.

I put the key in the ignition and turned, the engine turned over, radio came on and the AC started blowing. I felt an internal peace wahs over me. I felt safe agian. Just as I was about to put her in gear I heard a sharp rapping on my window and practically jumped out of my skin.

It was Parker. I rolled down my window, not even trying to compose myself. "Hey," I tried to say upbeat.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I just noticed your car and wanted to make sure everything was okay. Things seemed a bit off earlier in the restaurant," Parker said in a voice that assured my safety.

"Oh...I am okay. I am just off..." my voice trailed off.

"I know its late, and you are feeling off, but if you were not ready to go home yet, there is a Denny's down the street," his voice sounded hopeful. I was tired, mentally, physically, emotionally, but I was not ready to go home.

"Actually that sounds really great," I said with the slightest waver in my voice.

He started to walk to his truck and I made my way to Denny's. We sat, and talked, laughed. It was light, the conversation, the air, the feeling in my gut. It was easy to talk, to laugh, to poke fun at each other and ourselves. We talked about a waitress that came and went in one day. She had come in with basically no appropriate clothes on, tried to get tips for basically showing off her body, but could barely put an intellectual sentence together and ended up bringing almost the whole restaurant to a grinding halt.

"What were you thinking of hiring her?!" I asked through laughs.

"I don't know, I guess she just interviewed really...well," he laughed.

I chuckled, "Well if she wore anything like what she did that first day, I could see how you would have gotten distracted from asking or noticing any actually helpful traits!" At that we both laughed so hard, neither could speak, or really breathe at that point.

"So, is there something going on between you and Tim?" he asked. His expression looked more concerned than nosey.

"I...well...there was a time that we were involved, but that was a long time ago," I said with down turned eyes.

"Oh...well everyone has history, regrets are just part of life," he said.

"I don't regret my history with Tim, I would not say I am overly proud of it, but I have found regrets are pretty useless. I enjoyed the time we spent together 3 years ago, but I am a different person now. I am not sure he understands that, thinks I want the same things," word vomit spilled out of my mouth.

"I can assign someone else to close the kitchen. I don't want you to feel unsafe, you are definitely the best employee I have found in at least a year or two," he said, voicing the request I had been too nervous to ask.

"Thank you," I said in a smaller voice, a wave of relief spread across my body. It would be exceptionally harder for him to corner me alone at the restaurant with everyone there.

He paid the bill and escorted me to my car. Earlier I had hornets in my stomach when Tim had me pinned between the counter and him, angry hornets. In Parker's presence, I had a much gentler sensation in my stomach, butterflies. I felt safe. Once we got to my car, I turned to thank him for the evening. He leaned on my car, with one hand on the roof supporting his body. I brought my gaze to meet his and was a bit flabbergasted. I saw something in his eyes that I had not seen before, it did not scare me in the same way that Tim's gaze did, it was exciting.

"Thank you for the coffee, and pancakes, it really made a difference," I said a bit clumsily.

A smirk crossed his face, "You are very welcome, I would love to do it again, you are excellent company." HIs voice melted that stone that seemed to form in my belly.

"I think I would like that too," I said with a smile. He stepped forward, and wrapped me in a hug. It was not an obligation hug, it was a hug that embraced every part of me. I embraced him. It felt so good, he smelled good, I could hear his breath and his heartbeat. The embrace was over too fast, yet lasted an eternity. He stepped back, a large smile spread across his face.

"Text me when you get home, so I know you are safe," He said as I opened my door and got in.

"Absolutely," I said before closing my door and starting my car. The drive home was a blur. My mind was somewhere else, with someone else.