I'm walking. My girlfriend just dropped me and I'm walking and thinking. I've always been active. I can't go sit and brood. I'd really rather be playing handball or tennis of something.
I dated Kelly for about six months. She's nice looking with a fabulous body. Sex was wild, passionate and frequent. It started on the second date. She told me that it should have started on the first but I was too cautious or timid. On the second she unzipped my fly and grabbed my cock and we went on from there.
I don't remember the exact words she used but roughly it was, "Dave, the sex is great. But I don't want to spend my life with you. You have a college degree and are hardly working. You're too cautious. I need someone that's going to succeed and make it big time. I've thought about doing this often but then I got caught up in the terrific sex and didn't do it. So I've got to do it now, while I can think."
We had gone to dinner at Spaghetti Eddies. I know, it's not expensive or classy but the food's good and it's fairly cheap. Then we went back to her place. She sucked me off, I did her, working on her tits and then eating her to orgasm. Then we fucked. And fucked. She had three orgasms while I built up to one more. I had my finger inside her, feeling for her G-spot, getting ready for more, when she told me we were done. I got dressed and left.
It's probably for the better as I think about it. We had nothing but sex. I had been concerned for some time that I needed a real girl friend, someone that I truly liked, rather than just using her as a sex object. And one that saw me as more than a sex object. I'm sure that sooner or later I would drop her if she didn't drop me. It was never going to be long term. Although the sex was really good. So maybe it's all for the better. But it's a surprise, unexpected, hard to get used to.
I heard a voice calling. "Hey!" "Hey, c'mere!" I looked around. It's dark. I'm walking through a mall. A strip mall. A dozen or so stores lined up next to a parking lot, stretched along a main street. There's a Subway. A sandwich shop. I've eaten there. The door was ajar and a girl was waving at me. I stop, look around. All the shops are closed, there are maybe two cars in the lot. I walk over toward her.
"Can you hang around here for a couple minutes while I lock up?" she says. She's a cute girl. I've seen her before, working here. "There was a weird looking guy hanging out here a minute ago that sort of scared me. Can you stay here for a minute and make sure he doesn't come and do anything to me?"
"Sure," I said. But I thought a moment. "How do you know I'm not some weird guy that might do something to you?"
"I know you," she says as she turns and locks the door. "I mean, I don't really know you but I've seen you a bunch and know who you are. You've been here with friends."
I guess I'm easy to remember. I'm six feet four and weigh about 240 pounds. I played offensive tackle for the college across the street two years ago. Big and wide. But I've changed my diet and keep using the school gym facilities. So I'm slimmer than I was as a player. I take a course a semester even though I graduated so I can keep working out here.
She's done and turns to me and we start walking. "Thanks," she says.
"I didn't see anyone," I told her.
"Well, he was just out here, looking in. He was weird and it scared me."
"Afraid he was going to rob you?"
"Yeah, or worse."
"Oh," I said, realizing that I hadn't even thought of that. Rape or perhaps just rage and an attack of some sort. You read about a girl getting killed every couple months. "Maybe you should call the cops."
"What are they going to do? He hasn't done anything yet. Maybe I'm all wrong even but he sure looked goofy to me."
"Well, maybe you should get your manager to not have you lock up all alone late like this."
"Yeah, then not have a job. I'm working my way through school. It's going to take six years or so but I'll make it. Then I can worry about finding a good job with some benefits."
I know what she's talking about. Kelly dumped me because she figured I was a loser. I started advising some friends on the team about investments a couple years ago. They worked out well. Two of them have gone pro and are having me handle their money for them. And I've invested some of my family's money and some of our family friends. I think I'm going to work my way into a really good future but right now I'm not really making a lot and have no benefits at all. I'm self employed. Sort of a poor financial adviser. But I know I'm as good at investments as the biggest and best financial companies. A computer gives me the same access to information as bigger firms. And I have to keep perfect records, by law. So I'm going to just keep after this. I can do it. I even think I'm about to start with a couple more pro athletes. If it all works out, the sky's the limit.
"Where are we going?" she asks.
"What? No where," I answer. "I'm just walking next to you."
"Well, we're headed away from where I live."
I stop. "Well, then, let's head the right way. I thought I was following you."
I end up walking her to the doors of an apartment building a couple blocks away. She's very friendly in addition to being cute.