I wasn’t one to fall asleep after sex, but I seemed to pass out cold after that.
I woke up, lying on my couch, a pillow under my head, and a blanket pulled over my shoulders.
That sweet girl had tucked me in.
I sat up, looking around. The house was completely dark. I charged through the first floor like a raging bull, turning on lights, looking for any sign of her. There was none.
Her shoes were missing from the front door.
I went upstairs and checked in my bathroom to see if she’d taken her bag. She had. It was there I discovered the message she’d left me.
It was written in hot pink lipstick on my bathroom mirror and surrounded by a big drawn on heart.
SEE YOU AT THE GYM TOMORROW XOXO
Her ridiculously tiny panties were still sitting on the counter.
I’m not proud of this, but I took them to bed with me.
My heart was racing as I headed to the fitness center the next morning. I searched my memory for a feeling like this, and I couldn’t remember one, certainly not in the last decade.
I felt alive. It felt good.
Her amazing oral skills weren’t even the thing I couldn’t get over. Well, okay, they were up there. But what consumed my thoughts was the way she looked at me. The way she treated me.
She was aggressive, yes, but I’d dealt with aggressive women before, had had no trouble telling them no or turning them down. But she was different. She was aggressively sweet. It was a potent combination, and one that I thought I could enjoy trying to figure out.
I didn’t see her when I walked in, or even after I dropped my bag in the locker room and came back out.
I got a little panicky when she was five minutes late. She was usually as punctual as I was.
I’d been keeping track.
I had to stop running for a minute when I saw her waltzing through the doors. I resumed my jogging as she disappeared into the women’s locker room.
I couldn’t seem to stop smiling.
“You look particularly chipper,” she told me as she came up alongside my machine.
I winked at her, and she looked delighted by it.
She took my extra towel, draped it over her shoulder, staking claim to it, then moved to the treadmill next to mine.
Some meathead approached her as I hit the weights.
She smiled at him, and they chatted for a bit near the drinking fountain. She was still smiling when she approached me. She used her borrowed towel to dab at my forehead, then shocked me by planting a soft kiss on my lips.
“You know that guy?” I asked, trying not to sound like the jealous maniac that I suddenly was.
She shrugged. “I’ve seen him here a few times. He’s always asking me out. I hope you don’t mind, but I just told him you were my boyfriend, so he’d leave me alone.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Don’t mind that I told him that to leave me alone, or don’t mind me calling you that in general?”
I was at a loss, but she took pity on me.
“I’m messing with you, Alasdair. Don’t worry, I’m not a stage five clinger.”
I didn’t tell her that I wanted her to be one.
I usually looked forward to my workouts, but this one couldn’t seem to go by fast enough to suit me. Just an hour and a half in, and I found myself asking her, “Do you have any plans today?”
“I have plans later tonight, but not until late.”
I wanted to ask her what the evening’s plans consisted of, but I was afraid of the answer.
She was a wild thing, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what all that wildness might entail.
I liked this little fantasy of mine, where she only acted like this for me.
“Want to cut out now, head back to my place?” The words came out of me before I could stop them.
“I’d love to.”
“Great. I’ll go shower, and we can take off.”
Her hand on my arm stopped me. “Wait. Don’t. You can shower at home.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
We were driving, about halfway to my place, before she said, “Are you afraid to touch me, Alasdair? Do I make you that nervous?”
I didn’t want to answer that.
She didn’t press the issue, but she grabbed my hand, putting it on her thigh.
I started rubbing.
Her thigh felt so good, so firm, the skin so soft.
She was too much for me. I’d been starved for too long.
My hand just kept moving up, though I willed it to stay still. We were nearly to the gates of my community when I made it to her pu**y. I petted her there through her shorts, my breath panting out of me.
She didn’t stop me.
I pulled over to the shoulder of the road, watching my hand as I softly rubbed her. It was a fairly secluded street, so we had just enough privacy to make me bold.
She grabbed the waistband of her hot pants (they were light blue today) and pulled them down, showing me tanned skin that led all the way to the tiny patch of hair between her thighs.
She was a natural blonde, apparently.
I cursed, a long and fluent tirade.
This chick was so far out of my league.
She smiled and guided my hand into her panties. They were so tiny that I wouldn’t have even seen them if they weren’t hot pink.
I cursed again when I felt that she was wet. I pushed a finger into her.
We both moaned.