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One
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I bit my lip as he drove into me. It'd been at least a week since the last time we'd had sex.
Adam didn't seem to notice, but I could hardly think of anything else as my inner vaginal tissue pulled and stretched with every stroke. I was going to be sore, that was certain. After a minute, things got better. Less resistance, more lubrication.
He picked up the pace and began pumping his hips in a furious rhythm. I placed my hands above my head and pushed against the headboard to keep my crown from tapping it. He sank deeper inside as a result, and my insides rapidly heated. I could feel my inner muscles begin to quiver with early signs of my own quickening.
"Fuck," Adam groaned. He grunted a few times as he rammed his pelvis for his final strokes, uttering obscenities with each thrust. "Shit. Fuck."
I looked up at him. His face was turned to the side with his eyes clamped shut. Sweat beaded along his brow. He lifted his arm to wipe his forehead, then opened his eyes and chuckled as he patted my thighs.
"That was good, baby."
I nodded and smiled. It wasn't earth-shattering, and I didn't come, but it was still good. Sex was just like that for me. Not fantastic, but good enough to do again.
Adam pulled out abruptly. "I'm late. I've gotta get goin'."
He had a flight to catch. I understood. I knew this was going to be a 'quickie' before we even got going. "Need me to help you with anything?"
He shook his head as he pulled his jeans up his legs. "Nope. I've got everything."
"You're not going to take a quick shower before you go?"
"Nah. Don't want to risk it. I'll shower after I check-in at the hotel. My meetings don't start until tomorrow morning."
I didn't attempt to get myself dressed while he was scrambling around in a hurry. It would just piss him off. The master bedroom in his apartment wasn't big enough for both of us to be moving around.
"I'll try to call you, but these things keep me pretty busy. We usually go out for dinner and drinks after the meetings. You know how it is. Need to wind down. But call me if something comes up. Or text me."
"Okay. I will. Friday night, right?"
"Yeah. Shit. Did I forget to send you my itinerary?"
I nodded.
"Sorry, babe. I'll send it tomorrow if I think about it."
Adam stood up after tying his last shoe and leaned over to kiss me. A chaste kiss.
"I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you, too."
"I asked Gary to look in on you, so don't be surprised if he just shows up. You know how he is."
I nodded and smiled. When Adam and I first started dating, Gary was infamous for interrupting us while having sex. He had a key and used it. After a few times, though, he started knocking.
Adam stepped through the bedroom doorway and took long strides toward his suitcase which was waiting just inside the front door. He checked his pockets and glanced about hurriedly, not looking for anything specific as much as just checking to see if there was something obvious he was missing.
I sat up on the bed, pulling the covers over my legs and allowing them to pool at my hips. I could easily see him from where I sat. Adam's one-bedroom apartment wasn't that big.
Adam glanced in my direction and waved as he lifted his suitcase. "I'm off. Love you, babe. See you Friday."
"Okay. Love you, too."
Without a second glance, he was out the front door. I listened to his labored footsteps as he schlepped his suitcase to the car. The unmistakable sound of the trunk unlatching, a heavy thud, and then the trunk closing again. Moments later, the engine turned over and the gears cranked into reverse. Then drive. Then a few seconds later, silence.
I heaved a sigh. It all happened in a flash. One second he was pumping his hips furiously into mine, and the next, he was gone.
Warm liquid seeped from my freshly fucked hole. "Oh, shit." I scrambled up, trying to catch it before it left a wet spot.
Too late.
I took short, shuffling steps to the bathroom and plopped my ass down on the commode to allow the rest of his payload to slither out of me. Then I urinated.
My thoughts drifted aimlessly from one topic to the next. Nothing important or pressing.
I feel ... unmotivated. Lazy.
Yawning and stretching as I stood, I walked to the shower and turned on the water to get it warmed up. I remembered I needed to lock the front door, so I padded my naked body through the apartment just in time to hear the last ring of my cell before it rolled to voice mail.
"Oh, shit, what'd he forget?"
I lifted it from the counter and checked the screen.
Gary.
I set it back down and stood there for a few seconds, fully intending to ignore the call, when I heard my voicemail chime to let me know he'd left a message.
What if Adam called him and he needs something?
I reluctantly lifted my cell and listened to the voice message from Gary.
"Kate, hi. It's Gary. Just calling to see if everything is okay. I couldn't remember what time that loser said he was leaving. If he's still there, you have my permission to tell him that he's a loser. And that he's going to regret asking me to take care of his girlfriend while he's gone. Because after I'm through with you, you'll never go back to loser-ville. Bye, babe. I'll drop by later. Unless you've already decided to dump him and are planning to be busy. Then, just call me."
I chuckled at Gary's message. He was joking, of course. He and Adam had been best friends since grade school. I adored him. From the first time we met, he did everything in his power to make me feel comfortable around them. It wasn't easy. A lot of time I felt like a third wheel around the two of them. But Gary did everything he could to lessen that feeling.
I wish I knew someone to hook him up with
. I had lots of single girlfriends, but none of them that seemed suitable for Gary. He deserved someone fun. Uncomplicated. Stunning, to match his gorgeous looks.
Gary stood about six feet tall, athletic build. He had medium brown hair and golden brown eyes. He picked up a tan just from walking past an open window, it seemed. Straight, white teeth. Incurable razor stubble. He always looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed. There just weren't that many women who could match that sex appeal.
And if that wasn't enough, he was nice, and funny, and charming, to boot.
Damn-near perfect.
I scampered back to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. I mentally went over my list of friends in my head again, searching for someone appropriate for Gary.
Worthy.
No one came to mind. If they were pretty enough, their personality didn't fit. If they were stable enough, they were already spoken for.
No wonder he's still single. Good single women are hard to find.
Gary hadn't dated one girl since I'd started seeing Adam.
Six ... No, seven months now.
I thought he was gay at first. Maybe in denial. But I quickly realized I was wrong. He was straight. He confessed to me once, while Adam was passed out drunk on the sofa, that he wasn't interested in a casual relationship. That when the right girl came along, he'd know it.
So, he hung out with us most of the time. When he wasn't working, that is. He had two jobs. His full time job was at the airport, managing one of the ground crews there. He started early in the morning, around five, and got off at three. And then, a couple nights a week he bartended at the new Mediterranean restaurant.
Adam said he didn't need two jobs. He had a nice contract with the airport. But, he liked the social aspect of bartending. And he got a lot of extra cash from tips, judging from what I'd seen. He was just charming enough, without being cocky or presumptuous, to attract the ladies without pissing off the gentlemen. I'd say he was non-threatening, but that wouldn't be quite right. I'd observed several ladies giving Gary the telltale come-hither look as their date turned around. If one of those guys caught that, they'd consider Gary plenty a threat.
But he never acted on even one of those silent invitations. Never so much as gave a single indication that he was interested. If they persisted, he'd flash them his polite smile and excuse himself to come talk to us. Other nights, he'd go to the back and send his manager out to tend bar for fifteen minutes or so. They got the hint.
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The rest of that Sunday went pretty much the way I expected. Like most Sundays. It was still the weekend, but with the unmistakable dread of Monday crawling over it.
