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."