It's a Girl Thing - Part 2
If you are new to this mini series, you can catch up with Part 1 HERE
as for you the rest of you, it's great to see you again, let's press on...
She giggles softly into my mouth as her dextrous digits make quick work of the rest of her clothes... I step back from her, I want to see it all.
My eyes rove down her body and linger on the lips I’m yet to taste. She can sense my eager curiosity. She turns slowly before me, enjoying being on display. I stretch out for her, the distance between us only mere inches, but still I need her closer. She smiles wickedly and steps just out of reach. Her eyes blaze into mine, I’m mesmerised as she touches herself, gently massaging her perfectly pert breasts, teasing her nipples with a slow sensual expertise.
I find myself mimicking her movements and as I reach the heat between my legs, I gasp in surprise at my own wetness. The palm of her hand, comes to cover mine and our movements become one. The feel of her breasts against mine is so inviting, her skin like warm honey on freshly baked bread.
I slip my hand from beneath hers, delirious in the control she has over me. I open myself up to her, freeing myself for her. The delicate, lazy circles she draws around my clitoris are met with a gush of approval. I cry out her name as my hips buck towards my exhilarating climax.
Her fingers enter me, building my orgasm in a deafening crescendo. She kisses me deeply as my body bends to her will and I am spent. Breathless and weak from her amorous advances in the hallway, she leads me to the sofa and wraps me in the throw, resting over the back. I lean into her, I’m hungry to explore her, I want to repay the tangle of lust she has caused in me. “Let’s not rush, we’ve got all night” she whispers.
Her legs weave through mine and she lays with me in the remnants of our post coital bliss. She nuzzles into my neck and brushes stray strands of hair from my face. She kisses the tip of my nose as my eyelids start to flutter closed.
My sleep is dreamless, I wake refreshed and warm in the pool of sunshine streaming through the windows. A lazy smile plays on my face as the memory of the evening floats into my mind. It dawns on me suddenly that I’m alone…
My eyes fly open! Aware of my nakedness, I hurriedly find my clothes and dress. I hunt for my phone, I find it on the coffee table weighting down a note.
“Last night was everything… I couldn’t stay, I’m sorry”
Couldn’t, wouldn’t or just didn’t want to? If it was ‘everything’ why aren’t you here? Anxiously I pick up my mobile, I scroll to your name in the contacts and press call. It rings for a while and goes to voicemail. I’ve heard the recording a thousand times before, I know it by heart, but today it sounds different… new, exciting, it makes me long for you. I don’t leave a message, I didn’t think my words were needed after last night. I’ve never been with a woman, I’ve never been with anyone like that before and yet, I still feel lost… will I ever be enough?
Endless repeats of ancient sitcoms play on the television, I’d turn it over but I can’t be bothered to look for the remote. I flick through Facebook aimlessly on my phone, “Date Night with my Beau, don’t wait up”- my breath catches in my throat, looking more beautiful than ever, she’s draped over his arm… I’m incensed. The tears spring to my eyes, the betrayal I feel is insurmountable.
I open the messenger and type just 3 words… “How could you?” I pad into the kitchen and pour myself a large glass of wine. As I swirl the contents of the cold glass, pain cradling my heart my phone chirps a reply…. “Please let me explain, I’ll be there at midnight. Wait for me”
Midnight? MIDNIGHT! Who does she think she is, Cinder-fucking-Rella? If I had done with a man what I did with her last night, I’d be called a slut – especially by her!
Thing is… it’s never been like that with a man, she changed my whole way of thinking in just one night and now she’s off galivanting with some bloke! I knock back the rest of the glass and pour myself another. I watch the minutes tick by on the clock, despite myself, I shower and dress for her arrival.
On the dot as promised she knocks at my door, I take my time to answer, she had no issues making ME wait.
Not meeting her look, I invite her in…something about the way she moves alarms me. Her name comes out as a whisper as I note, the tear in her dress and the bruise on her face……
To find out what happens next, join me in Part 3 .