The rest of the party was rather dull. Cara played the good wife and stayed by Jared's side for the duration. But all the while she thought about James and the way his hands had they felt on her and inside her. And when she managed to spot him once or twice, his hot gaze was on her. Her pussy stayed wet the rest of the night.
On the drive home, Cara retrieved her phone from the charger. She was thrilled to see a text from an unknown number, knowing it was James.
'Can't wait to see you soon, baby. Next time, I'm getting you naked. And by the way, you taste AMAZING!'
At first, Cara thought he meant while kissing her he liked her taste. But with a sudden realization that sent a streak of lust through her, she knew he licked the pussy juice from his fingers after they had been inside her to drive her to her first orgasm.
Because she wanted to shock him as much as he had shocked her, Cara texted him back.
'Next time, I want to find out how YOU taste'
Almost instantly, she received a reply.
'Your wish, my command'
"Why are you looking so happy?" Jared suddenly asked in a voice filled with curiosity.
Cara thought fast, "Oh my cousin, Kristen just sent me this silly forwarded text."
Jared simply nodded. He thought everything her family did was silly which was why he was never eager to do anything with them. "Thanks for going with me tonight. I hope it wasn't too awful."
"It was much more . . . entertaining than I ever thought it would be," she admitted.
"I hope Walker was polite to you."
Cara sat up straighter at the sound of James' last name. "He was. Is he normally not?"
Jared shrugged. "I don't know the guy too well but I've heard some stories. Luckily, I don't think you're his type."
Of course she wanted to ask question after question about those stories and what exactly has type was. The sudden burst of jealousy shocked her. But how could she ask her husband about a virtual stranger and play it off as simple curiosity? So she, as usual, played the good wife. "Well good thing I'm happily married so whether I'm James Walker's type or not is a moot point."
He smiled over at her before continuing to drive the rest of the way home.
***
Over the next few days, Cara couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with James. She felt like she was in a constant state of arousal. But despite that, she was still not able to orgasm with her husband. Even though she tried to think of a James while Jared was grunting against her, it wasn't enough. She was beginning to think the only one who could make her cum was James. Her fear was that she'd never see him again.
James texted her on a daily basis, telling her he was between workouts or practices and just couldn't stop thinking about her. She would write back, flirting wildly and feeling such a thrill with the attention and the lust that filled her every time she read a text from him. But she tried to stay realistic. James was a player.
After Jared's comments about James, Cara had turned to the internet. She scoured every story she could find about James Walker. Of course, she had to wade through his career accomplishments -- which were quite extensive. She was impressed but it was his personal life she sought information about. Eventually, she found it. James was at various clubs and bars every weekend. The media always spotted him due to his athletic reputation but also because he was gorgeous. The camera loved him. But as many pictures as there were of him, there was a different girl in every single one. And they were all stunningly beautiful. They were tall. They dressed well. The looked perfect on his arm, like they belonged there. Most of them were black like him but there were a few exotic Hispanic women and one or two blondes.
To Cara, they all looked sexy, confident, and everything else she was not. She wondered if he texted them too. She wondered if he was having sex with one of them every night while she lay miserably under or beside her husband, dreaming of that party and the feelings a famous, incredible basketball player was able to coax from her.
***
'Will you meet me Friday night?'
Cara stared at the text from James. He sent it two hours ago but she couldn't write back to him. The party was two weeks ago. She had only been texting him back about once a day, even though he had begun texting her more frequently. Cara was scared. He would hurt her, she was convinced. In an effort towards self-preservation, she was trying to gain some distance. She didn't want to be another one of his girls that he fucked and forgot about it. Even though she knew a real relationship was impossible -- she was married after all -- she wasn't about to expose herself to a heartache. Because Cara knew herself, if she shared another encounter with James, her heart would become involved.
Even now, she thought about how he had rested his forehead against hers so sweetly. But then she was mad at herself for dwelling on that. Just because he was incredibly nice to her, didn't mean he felt anything but lust for her.
'Will you meet me Friday night?'
She would have to answer him eventually.
***
"I didn't realize these parties would be a frequent thing," Cara told Jared at the dinner table.
He shrugged. "Me neither really. But then we didn't really know what to expect right? All I do know is this job has more to do with my social and bullshit skills than my law degree. It's way more about image than I ever imagined."
Cara was panicking a bit. "Do I have to go? I mean, some of the guys are single so-"
"You have to be there. Walker asked me to bring you."
Good thing she hadn't taken a bite. She would have choked for sure. "He what?"
"Walker. Remember you met him last time? You must have made quite an impression on him, honey. He came right up to me after the meeting today."
She waited patiently for him to finish the story but when he didn't she took a calming breath so he wouldn't see her eagerness for information. "What did he say to you?"
Jared looked up from his blackberry -- which was permanently attached to his hand. "Oh. He said, 'You're bringing Cara, aren't you, Quinn?' I told him you'd go of course and boy was he happy!"
Her head was spinning and she forgot to say anything else through dinner. Cara had finally answered the text from James, telling him she couldn't meet him Friday night. When he asked her why and when would work for her, she had simply written back that she was pretty busy with a lot of things lately. Her vagueness had brought on a silence from him that she hated. She wanted him so badly even while she pushed him away.
And now he'd found a way to make her be with him whether she wanted to be or not. Even while she thrilled that he was taking such a risk just to see her, she was terrified of what would happen between them.
***
When she stood in front of the mirror, Cara took a calming breath and studied the result. Her dress was black and strapless. It ended above her knees with a flowed out skirt. Instead of putting her hair up, she had curled it and let it fall past and around her shoulders. Though she may look a bit younger with her hair down, the deep cleavage the dress displayed gave testimony to her maturity. Of course she didn't want to have the wish that James would like how she looked but it was there nevertheless.
Her nerves were in overdrive but the night before, after another unsatisfying attempt at finding a release with her husband, Cara had come to a decision. She would let James fuck her if the situation presented itself. Just the thought had her insides turning over. But it was what she wanted. Her jealousies and insecurities would just have to be put aside. She would use him for the orgasm she was certain he would provide. Once she found her satisfaction through him, she would move on. It didn't have to be any more than a quick fuck to get them both off. That would be the end of it.
Cara told herself this plan continually, hoping a time would come when she would actually believe it.
***
This time, the party wasn't at some airy hall with fancy waiters and catered food. It was at one of the players' houses. The lights were low, the music was loud and there were more people there than before. And they weren't lawyers and accountants that filled the house. Mostly young people milled about with a few of Jared's coworkers and their dates.
Cara immediately began looking for James but it was so dark, with strobe lights and canned lights flashed all around. She didn't see him anywhere.
"I'm going to go talk to the guys out back where we can hear ourselves," Jared yelled over the amazingly loud DJ's beat. "Why don't you go over to the bar with the other wives? No use boring you all night with shop talk. You have your phone? I'll text you when I need to find you."
She nodded at him, not even bothering to yell back at him or pretend she wanted to stay close to him. He was right. She didn't want to stand next to him all night and listen to him and his coworkers discussing briefs and contracts. Plus, if she was honest with herself she would have to admit all she was interested in was finding James.
Making her way to the bar, Cara tried to see through the dark and crowd of people but it was impossible. Suddenly, she felt a hand close around hers. Startled, she looked over to see James pulling her behind him until they were in a deserted hallway. The music was still loud but not as deafening. She came to a stop with her back against the wall. James released her hand but loomed over her.
At first, he just looked down at her, taking everything in from her loosely curling hair, to her black high heels. Then his eyes were on hers. She expected him to smile and tell her how good it was to see her or to tell her she looked good or sexy. But he just looked at her, his gaze intense. Finally, she broke the silence.
