Wednesday was always Sahara’s favorite day of the week. It was in the middle of everything. It meant half the work week would be over, and she’d be able to see HIM. The man who’s beomce her fixation over the past week. She’s seen him twice now-both times on a Wednesday, and she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.
She was on her way home from class, walking along Michigan Avenue, listening to the loud clip-clopping of her shoes against the asphalt. The street was blocked by construction with most of the side streets closed to thru traffic. Everything was silent save the tramp of her footsteps echoing off the buildings as she passed on her way to her bus stop. Her feet ached as she picked up her pace, cursing the construction for making her have to walk five blocks out of her way in order to get a working bus stop not closed off by the construction. There was no air which made the street erie and added to her own already growing loneliness. The streetlights lined along the sidewalk staved off the shadows to her right, but she still hurried her pace, anxious to get off the street.
A block from her stop the streetlight turned and Sahara was left waiting on the corner as one of the few open street allowed cars through. As she stood there, her eyes waundered ahead and caught a large picture window facing the street. In the window she could just make out the face of a young man. He seemed to be nearly pressed against the window, his gaze fixated on something across the street. Suddenly fascinated herself, she tried to follow his gaze but only saw the median strip and an empty park that lay just beyond it on the other side of the street. She tried to dismiss his fixation as crazy but the closer she got to the café, the better she could see the young man. He was beautiful. He appeared to be Korean. His small oval eyes were serene as he gazed up, his well-sculpted cheekbones and full mouth relaxed in such an expression of rapture, Sahara stopped in her tracks to watch him. She was close enough to see him but still just out of his sight. She watched as he slowly raised a finger to the window, frosted by the slight chill of the night, and traced something on the window. He pulled back and gazed up again, seeming to compare his tracing to whatever he was still so enthralled with.
Sahara tipped slowly closer to the window, as if afraid he might hear her and it would break the spell he’d created. She made sure to stay out of his range of sight as she leaned against the cool brick facade of the building and let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. As she gazed across the median, her gaze was drawn up to a beautiful three-quarter moon hanging over Lake Michigan. She drew in her breath again, the muted orange color of the rising moon mesmerizing her. She suddenly saw what had the boy so entranced. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there with her breath billowing out in large white clouds as the moon rose higher, the color settling to a gentle golden hue which just matched the boy’s smooth skin. She’d never really taken the time to notice the moon before-it’s shifting moods, shapes, it’s blemishes.
“Funny I always thought it was smooth,” she found herself saying aloud, surprising herself. Startled, she’d pushed herself from the wall, feeling like she’d made a connection with the nameless boy. She spun to stand in front of the window, certain she’d find him there, but he was gone. Sahara stood there a moment longer, her heart in her stomach. The boy who’d introduced her to the moon unknowingly, was gone. Left in his place was his etching on the glass. She leaned in, trying to make it out but to no avail. As she got closer, her breath obliterated the drawing, causing it to go all white. Disappointed but determined, she leaned closer to see if she could make out the faint outline still almost visible. She was still looking when she saw a counter person inside staring back at her looking concerned. Embarrassed, she pulled away, quickly moving down the sidewalk again, unable to believe she’s gotten so carried away over some random guy staring at the moon. Her bus rolled by and she picked up her pace to a jog, managing to catch it just before the light turned green.
Sahara arrived home, bursting through her door, barely pausing to close it behind her as she rushed to her bedroom. The whole way home she’d thought of the boy in the coffee shop. His wide-eyed innocence, his sweet ethereal beauty as he stared up into the endless night. She’d tried to think of something else as she sat on the bus, her cheeks flushed hot as she thought of him, a strange tingle beginning between her legs. She flung her clothes around the room as she arrived home, her body soon to follow as she threw herself on her bed, reaching in the bedside table drawer for her rabbit. It had become a good friend to her ever since Jonathan, her boyfriend of two years, left her without explanation or warning.
Sliding under the covers, Sahara used the remote to turn on her stereo, letting Maxwell’s soothing voice slide over her as she opened her legs, her hands drifting down her body, caressing her stomach, her hips, then sliding inside her thighs. She opened her legs, switching on the vibrator and letting it shudder against her, the pulsing making her feel giddy as she thought again about the boy in the coffee shop. Never had anyone affected her at first glance like he had. She drew the vibrator back up her body while one hand stayed between her thighs. She thought of his mouth, those lips. The way they would feel against hers. She drew the vibrator lightly across her lips, moaning softly at the thought of his lips touching hers, his tongue tasting hers. She moaned, opening her legs and lightly touching herself. She imagined his mouth, hot from the warmth of their tongues, trailing down to her breasts, tasting each one, covering it completely with that beatutiful mouth, his lips spread wide, their fullness undisturbed by the interruption of the softness between them. The vibrator bounced against her had nipples as she imagine him licking them, sucking on them, enclosing his mouth on them, taking in as much as he could...She groaned louder, slamming a finger into her now sopping wet pussy., slowly moving it in and out to the rhythm of the music surrounding her, opening her legs wider as her finger was replaced by the vibrator. She slowly guided it in, carefully positioning the tickler against her clit.
“Mmm...oh yeah...” she moaned, her hips making small circular motions, sliding the vibrator further in as she imagined him on top of her, his hips moving in unison with hers, pounding away at her as she played with her clit the way the tickler was now doing. The more she thought of him, the faster her hips moved against the humming, droning machine. As she imagined the look on his face while he stared at the moon, she let out a loud cry as she felt herself give way, her stomach tightening and shivering with pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her, quickly followed by another, coating the handle of the vibrator and dripping slowly on her sheets as she lay there, legs wide open, cover kicked onto the floor, completely spent and happy.
She slowly switched the vibrator off, sliding it out and putting it on the bedside table, too spent to wash it off or properly put it away. That was by far the best orgasm she’d ever had. She had to find out more about him, or at least see him again.
Days went by and though Sahara passed the coffee shop several more times, there was no sign of the boy until Wednesday rolled around again. She was walking home from class and wasn’t thinking of him since she’d finally given up, and then there he was. This time, he sat facing her, his face balanced on his left hand, his head cocked at a slight angle as he sat watching the moon wistfully.
