All the clues to her dissatisfaction were laying around the house. Rather she deliberately left them for her husband to find or she stopped caring anymore she didn’t know. Every time she began to voice her dissatisfaction it was meant with a dismissal attitude of unimportance. She began retreating into herself and eventually began thinking other people were right and she was just being a little crazy.
One night upon returning home from work her husband stumbled upon a notebook with his wife’s handwriting. This is what he read.
I find myself daydreaming and fantasizing. My mind goes off down a rapid river of wonderlust and excitement. I can not control it anymore. It must come out onto this page before I go insane.
I woke up excited from a dream I had. I was naked and he was approaching me already naked and erect. I felt a little shy and not confident, but those feelings were not important to this man. He did not say a single word before he pinned me against the doorway. He kissed me softly but his hands grabbed my backside and he pulled me closer before picking me up and taking me towards the bed. I took him into my mouth and violently began pleasing him. He didn’t say a word, his body was doing enough of the talking, and so was mine.
Before I knew it I was on my back with my legs pinned against my chest and he was inside of me. The thrusts and motions of his hips and the screams of my ecstasy made me orgasm. The orgasm is what woke me up this morning.
I sadly looked over to my husband and realized it wasn’t him in my dreams who was taking me however which way he wanted. He is a gentleman and a nice guy who asks how I am feeling. I don’t have the heart to tell him that I have no idea how I feel but I feel like I want more.
After I returned home from taking the kids to school I began to do the laundry. I began asking myself is this love? Is this life? Is this just laundry that needs to be done? What’s for dinner tonight? While I was contemplating the meaning of life over laundry a sudden rush overtook me.
My toes began to curl, a tingle sensation began to rise from my ankles to my thighs making me weak at the knees. My head began to to feel like it was about to explode. Luckily nobody was home to see me rip off all my clothes and bring myself to an all time great orgasm. I finished the laundry, cleaned up, and momentarily forgot that I may be losing my mind.
I began daydreaming about how my husband would come home and be the man of my dreams and take me over and over again however which way he wanted.
Sadly when we went to bed we had the same old sex we always have except this time it lasted 8 minutes instead of 7 and a half minutes and I faked an orgasm to prevent myself from crying.
What kind of life is it where the best sex I have exists only in my dreams?
I have been dating Victoria for a several months now, she was way out of league. She was funny, enjoyable to be around, down to earth, stunning in absolutely every way.
Victoria also had a perfect body, she had long black hair and hazel eyes, a smile touched by the angels from above, and an ass that made every man look her way. What she saw in me I didn’t quite understand, but for these last few months my life was absolutely perfect.
We had just finished dinner and were walking to the subway on the way back to her place. She wore a black miniskirt that showed off her long toned legs. The mini skirt made me wonder if she was wearing panties or not; which was a thought that I was having the entire time during dinner. I will find out soon enough.
We entered her apartment in anticipation for what was about to happen. She opened a bottle of wine poured us each a glass and informed me to make myself comfortable that she would be back in a few minutes. I sat on the couch and turned on some music while I watched tv on mute.
Several minutes by she made me wait just long enough for the glass of wine to kick in but also for me to relax from the anticipation the entire evening was bringing me. A seductress and a master of the art of seduction was just one of the many things that made Victoria a mystery.
Our sex life up until this point was fantastic but more or less normal. She liked it hard sometimes, other times she liked it soft and gentle, I was willing to oblige to her requests because I was just shocked she was allowing me to have sex with her again and again. But this night Victoria let me know one of her secrets.
Victoria emerged from the bedroom in long black silk stockings, black panties, and a matching black bra. But that’s not what I noticed at first.
She was holding a riding whip and on one wrist she had on a pair of handcuffs.
“Tonight I’m going to be your slave. Come over here and be my master.” Victoria said to me.
I followed the motion of her whip inviting me over. Took her into my arms and kissed her as hard as I could while pulling her closer and harder towards me. Flipping her over I pinned her against her doorway and handcuffed her hands behind her back. She was mine tonight.
When we got to the bed I noticed she had attached a pair of ankle straps laying on the foot of the bed for me to use on her. Her secret was out and I was game.
I put her on all fours and grabbed the whip, she was being naughty and needed to be punished for making me wait several months for this moment. I spanked her with the whip making red marks on her ass each time. After every spank Victoria just moaned and whispered “harder” a little louder each time.
After several spanks and after getting annoyed she kept telling me what to do I took the scarf off of her, along with her bra. The red scarf I wrapped tightly and told her to bite down on it as I wrapped it over her shoulders and under her arms. I then shacked her legs so I was in control. The only sounds that she was making were ones of pleasure and excitement. Her body became tense in anticipation for what was to come.
Her wetness began soaking through her panties and began dripping down her thighs. I used the pocket knife from my pants and cut her panties off.
The scarf fell to the bed as she began orgasming Victoria couldn’t wait for me to enter her. The wave of orgasm was just subsiding when I began to thrust deep into her. Victoria moaned louder and louder and thrusted her hips back into me as she rode the wave of another orgasm.
I spanked her hard as I pushed on her back forcing her shoulders into her pillows. I was going as hard as I could and Victoria’s breath began to quicken and her moans of pleasure became louder and harder.
After her fourth or fifth orgasm I couldn’t hold out any longer. I pulled myself out and finished on her ass, my cum dripped down her thigh as I caught my breath.
After untying her we laid in bed drowned in pain and pleasure.
“Thanks master.” Victoria whispered to me as she laid her head on my chest and arms across my body as we both began to fall asleep.
The cookie queen of the neighborhood invited some couples over for a Christmas pool party in July. She got her nickname because she baked the best cookies in the PTA and was the biggest gossiper in town. She knew everybody’s business and to her everyone else’s business was also her business. Some people in the PTA suspected she used her cookies as a way to grease the wheels of the juicy gossip train. People tend to share more secrets when their mouth is full of chocolate and sugar.
Luna and Dudley Cummings did not particularly like the “Cookie Queen” however the Cummings have never been to a Christmas themed pool party before and they thought they would give it a shot. They found some Christmas in July themed swimsuits online and put on their best poker face and headed to the pool party.
Of the many couples that were planning on attending the one that Dudley was looking forward most to seeing were Tan Yan and Warwick West. Warwick had met his Asian wife while they both attended the local University. Warwick was from the midwest and had never dated someone from Asia before. Tan Yan was from a province in Sichuan and was studying in the USA. They began dating and soon after college they got married. Dudley Cummings became friends with Warwick West in part because he secretly had a deep desire for Tan Yan.
Tan Yan was petite but also had the perfect sized breasts. They were just a little bigger then they probably should have been for a woman her size. It drove every man who saw them wild. She also had a fun personality and was a fantastic cook. Luna and Dudley enjoyed Chinese food just like everyone else but there was no better Chinese food in the town then their home. At least once a month the two couples would enjoy a night together where they would eat dinner and watch a movie or play poker.
The couples got along great together as friends and Warwick and Luna also got along fairly well. If the party was a drag and nobody was having any fun at least these couples could escape and enjoy a good time together if the opportunity presented itself.
The party began with the Cookie Queen serving gingerbread cookies but decorated in bathing suites and Hawaiian shirts. There was also margaritas with red food coloring in it so when you added the lime you had a red and green margarita. The Cookie Queen also put Christmas lights on her palm tree and handed out free Christmas in July themed T Shirts. It quickly became an Ugly Sweater Christmas Party but recreated for summertime. She had her husband BBQ a prime rib and all the food was prepared outside by her pool. The party was a gigantic success and everybody had a great time. Also everybody at the PTA began to hate the Cookie Queen because she had out done the entire neighborhood with this shin dig to remember.
Dudley was enjoying a beer by the BBQ with Warwick and other guys when Tan Yan came out of the pool. Her hair and skin were dripping wet from the water, her breasts glimmered in the sun because of the little droplets of water that stick around a little while until they are dried off. Dudley could not stop staring at her glorious tits as she walked up to the guys.
“Are you being nice Warwick or are you being naughty?” Tan Yan asked while drying her hair first before the rest of her body.
“I’ll be naughty later but right now I’m trying to be nice and not complain about how fun this party is. I really wanted to hate coming here today.” Warwick responded.
“I wonder if my wife is being naughty or nice to the Cookie Queen? Also where is she?” Dudley asked as a way to change the subject and avoid getting caught starring at Tan Yan’s perfectly shaped body.
“I think she’s upstairs. She left the pool and said she was in a mood to be naughty and nice after having about 5 of those margaritas.” Tan Yan responded.
“I have to find my wife. Will you guys help me? Let’s go on a mission.” Dudley asked.
The three set off to find where Luna was hiding. She was somewhere in the house doing something either naughty and nice. They had to find her before she got herself into too much trouble.
After asking some people at the party where Luna was at they headed upstairs to check room to room. In the guest suite they heard something that sounded like it could have been a women trying to do something after having 5 margaritas.
They walked into bedroom and began investigating initially not finding anyone there. As the three sleuths were leaving the room they heard a rumble from the closet. As they opened the door they found Luna in nothing but her bikini telling everyone to shush and not make so much noise.
“We have to hide and be quiet so nobody can hear us.” Luna informed the group.
“Why?” Dudley asked.
“Because we are going to play a nice game of naughty hide and go seek. Boys vs girls. And because you three found me I lose which means you three win. Which means I get nothing and you each get a present from me.” Luna informed the three of them.
Luna got up and pulled Tan Yan into the closet she grabbed her by the back of her neck and began kissing her. Initially shocked Tan Yan resisted but soon after began kissing Luna back. Their tongues danced together for several minutes and both of them got wetter and wetter the more their bodies became connected together.
Dudley and Warwick pressed their ears against the closet wall to listen to every slurp and smack of the lips and tongues. The sides of the closet door opened a little bit and a whisper from inside the closet was heard saying. “We want your cocks. But only if you keep your eyes closed.”
Not knowing which wife was on which side of the closet both guys went to the sides of the closet and began to pull down their swimsuits. Luna grabbed the dick that was in front of her and began to fit it all the way to the back of her throat until she felt like she was choking. The drool and spit ran all along the shaft and her womanhood got hotter and wetter with every drop that fell from her mouth.
Just when Tan Yan was about to make the other dick cum the four of them heard something in the hallway and all of them stopped. There were four or five people outside walking around and one was heard asking where the Cummings were at. The fear of getting caught was too much for the men and both of the husbands pulled their swimsuits up and pulled away from the closet and went to the door to see if it had a lock from the inside.
There was no lock but the moment was ruined.
But it was just beginning for Luna and Tan Yan who emerged from the closet completely naked and making out with each other. The husbands were now standing closer the bed admiring the view of their wives enjoying each other.
The wives each grabbed each other’s husbands and pulled their swimsuits off. Foreplay was over and they pushed them onto the bed and began riding them both as hard and as fast as they could.
The prospect of the bed shaking and making noise increased the likelihood of getting caught. It also heightened the excitement for all four of them and the harder the wives fucked each other’s husbands the louder the noise of the bed became and the closer the four of them got to finishing.
For 7 minutes the couples drowned themselves in lust and the four of them all came at the same time in perfect unison.
For the rest of their friendships they referred to themselves as The Cummings.
We left the cabin in the morning back to our lives. Our husbands were excited about the day they will be spending gambling and watching sports at the casino. It was a Sunday and we were going back to the city in the evening ready to be at work Monday morning.
I was somewhat sad as my husband ordered a coffee for me from the drive through. He had no idea what the last 24 hours was like for me.
The plan was that my husband and I along with my high school friend Andrea and her husband Mathew would drive together to Truckee to spend the weekend together as a weekend getaway with friends. On Friday morning my husband Michael got a call to go to go to the office, the case he was working on with Mathew had an unexpected turn and they had to prepare for a court hearing the following Tuesday. I texted Andrea and she suggested we head up to the Truckee without our husbands any way. There was no need to waste a night at the cabin we were renting for the weekend. Mathew and Michael would drive up on Saturday morning to join us.
The drive up was perfect, the weather was bright and sunny there was a stiff coldness in the air but not bitterly freezing. We stopped for lunch in Auburn.
“How is married life treating you Andrea?” I asked while grabbing my beer to take a sip.
“I can’t complain, Mathew is nice, successful, doesn’t get upset or angry, cleans up after himself, volunteers in his spare time, he keeps his body in good shape, he’s healthy, is great with his nieces and nephews, and we are talking about starting a family of ourselves. I’m content but I’m not nock me off my socks head over heals in love or happy. It is what it is.” Andrea replied.
It felt as if she instantly knew my entire life and everything I was feeling. I put my beer down and replied “Same.”
We arrived at the cabin and made plans to go out for dinner. There was a brewery in town which supposedly had some of the best Korean tacos in California.
Andrea and I grew up together in high school. She was a multi sport athlete and in the same honors classes I was in. I was a cheerleader and played on the tennis team along with being the prom queen. We both went off to college and lost contact with each other. It was a surprising moment at the work event when my husband’s colleague Mathew introduced me to his wife Andrea. We all quickly became friends.
We ordered tacos and some IPA’s. Before the tacos arrived Andrea ordered her third IPA. I was still sipping my first.
“My Life SUCKS!!! IT’S TOO BORING!!!” She yelled over the band that was playing. She ordered a fourth round.
After the fifth beer I held her by the arm and walked her to the car. Her hand gently moved down my arm as I was opening the car door. I was not sure if she was doing that on purpose or not. I felt a a rush of energy and excitement go through my body as Andrea mistakenly grabbed my leg instead of the car door. I didn’t think of anything else on our way back to the cabin.
She was intoxicated and rambling about how boring she was and how her husband was boring and how her entire life was boring because all she ever has done is be successful and have people like her and want stuff from her. I stopped her from undressing while walking into the cabin, she had the spontaneous idea of wanting to run around in the cold completely naked and fall asleep in the woods.
“Well if you are not going to let me get naked and run around outside I guess I’ll just have to run around naked inside this cabin all by myself.” Andrea slurred as she began undoing her belt and jeans. She was too drunk to remove her boots first and fell down. I helped her undress and got her into bed.
“You didn’t kiss me in the car. Why didn’t you kiss me in the car?” Andrea asked as I was placing the blanket over her. “I thought the hand and me grabbing your leg would be enough, along with getting naked. Do you not like me?” Andrea muttered as she was falling asleep.
Feeling both excited and bad I didn’t say anything in return. I did not want to take advantage of her while she was in this state. As I was leaving the room I felt a hand on my shoulder and another around my waist. Andrea spun me around and began kissing me.
The warmth of her tongue aroused me more than any man ever had before. She was soft but also firm, she knew what she wanted and went for it which also excited me as well. After a minute Andrea whispered into my ear “Now you may leave.”
I went to bed and dreamt of Andrea.
When I woke up in the morning I made breakfast for two. The snow storm that came in the middle of the night was strong and it was clear that our husbands were not going to be able to make through the mountains until tomorrow morning at the earliest. We were snowed in.
Andrea arrived for breakfast with a shy little look on her face. “I’m sorry if I did anything last night. I had a lot to drink;” she said as I handed her a morning coffee.
I didn’t say anything in return. I just looked at her knowing what was about to happen.
“What?” Andrea asked me.
Without saying a word I went towards her from across the kitchen and began kissing her lips.
She tasted like honey butter cornbread and I could not get enough of it. My mouth moved up and down her lips in long slow licks that got sweeter with every movement of her legs. Her sounds began as soft squeaks but soon she found her inner voice and the moans got louder and louder. It was the first time I’ve kissed a woman’s lips like this.
As I was about to stop and move my way up off my knees towards her breasts and mouths Andrea took a step forward pinning her thigh on my shoulder. She grabbed my hair squeezing as hard as she could while also ordering me to continue licking her lips through the moans of ecstasy and climax. I came instantly and again a few moments later when I made her orgasm.
Afterward she just stood there. Calmly grabbed her coffee, put her head to my shoulder and said. “I guess you do like me.” As she sipped her coffee and touched my arm as she went to the table to eat breakfast.
The rest of the day was a blurr I a barely remember but never will forget. We had no need for clothes, no need for men, no need to go outside, no need for money, or anything else except living life. This was snow day that would not be boring that would not be part of the same drum beat and rhythm of our boring upper middle class lives. We explored each other’s bodies all day and all night. We shared stories with each other we never told before, and shared our inner most secrets with each other. It was the most I’ve ever felt in love. The only problem we had was finding where our clothes were when we heard our husbands arrive on the driveway.
We arrived at the casino and our husbands ran off to the blackjack table leaving me and Andrea alone again. We headed to the bar and ordered two IPAs. We were going to meet up with our husbands for a dinner date at seven.
After the beer we left the casino rented a car and drove out of town together. I have no idea how long it took Michael and Mathew to figure out we were not going back.
A year has gone by since that weekend getaway and both of us are now divorced. Our husbands have found new girlfriends and one is engaged to another woman. Andrea wakes up every morning sips her coffee and says to me “I guess you like me.”
Life has not been boring since.
I had just broken up with my girlfriend. Or she had just broken up with me. Either way you slice it we were no longer together. I was feeling a little blue and the boys decided that I needed a night out to get my ass back in the saddle again.
The nightly menu consisted of a juicy burger for dinner and several beers to wash it down. Along with winning a hundred bucks betting on the game I was having a great night out with the guys. My night was about to get a whole lot better.
I was walking out of the bathroom towards the bar when I saw her in that fiery pink and yellow dress. She was slender but not skinny, she had just the right amount of curves in just the right places. That dress made her stand out of any crowd she was in. She must have felt my look because she suddenly turned her head and looked right at me stopping me dead in my tracks.
As a man when you are caught gawking at a woman there are really just two options. The first is you keep staring at her as you walk towards her and introduce yourself like a normal person. I had not yet consumed enough alcohol to pull that move off. The second option is to do pretty much anything else. This is the option my body decided to take. I simply smiled, waved, tipped my hat (I wasn’t wearing a hat) and went back to the bar for more alcohol.
I wrote my phone number on a bar napkin and asked the bartender to send over a martini to the lady in that fiery pink and yellow dress. She was at the other end of the bar at a table full of her girlfriends having a girls night out. I figured this was a slightly better move then doing nothing and never seeing her again.
About an hour had passed and the night was coming to a close. The boys had failed to get me to leave with a woman that night but succeeded in cheering up my spirits. It felt good to be out with other people and not just out on a date with my girlfriend.
I was walking back to my car when out of the corner of my eye I noticed the brunette in the fiery pink and yellow dress. To my amazement she was walking towards me and smiling.
“My place or yours?” She asked.
“Mine.” I answered. Luckily for me my mouth moved faster then my brain because internally I was freaking out not believing this was happening.
“I’ll just follow you then.” She replied as she walked away towards her car.
I drove home half believing she was just messing with me and returned to her place. I looked behind me as I pulled into my garage and to my surprise I saw headlights pulling into my driveway.
As we entered my home I offered her a water or glass and suggested we put on a movie or music.
“I’ll have a drink after, you can put on some music if you want, it’s your house.” She replied as she put her head on my chest and began kissing me. We kissed for a few moments before I asked Alexa to play some music.
We made our way to the couch and she began unbuckling my belt and unzipping my jeans. Her breasts were pushing up toward my face and I could smell her perfume. The pink and yellow dress came off next.
“I don’t want to have sex tonight unless you really want to. I would prefer just sucking your dick and going on my way. Is that okay with you?” She asked.
I’m not even sure if I said anything in return, she was naked and said she wanted to give me a blowjob. I might have just pointed or nodded, this part I’m still fuzzy on.
But I do remember the feeling of her mouth slowly kissing and moving up and down my penis. She did not put into her mouth at first she caressed it and teased it. Taking a little of my head into her mouth for a second or two before stopping and proceeding to lick up and down my shaft.
After a minute or two of this I started to lose interest and get annoyed from all this teasing. If this was her idea of sucking dick then she needed to practice. Thankfully she began to put me out of my misery and began taking in my entire penis in her mouth.
The rhythm was good, it was not quick and excessive like some women do as if making me cum was a race and if she didn’t get me the finish line first something bad would happen to her. It also was not slow and boring like she was reading war and peace in her mind trying and trying to make me not cum. I’ve had some women do something like that. This woman was somewhere in between.
As I was noticing this she began to intensify the blowjob and began sucking harder. I appreciated the change in feeling from just a tongue and lips moving up and down to a hand moving up and down with a squeeze on my head from her tongue and a mouth. This blowjob just got interesting and I had to think of something to distract myself from orgasming.
She felt my body shift as if I was getting ready to finish. Instead of stopping and finishing me off with her hand and cumming on her breasts or stomach. She moaned and hummed as she felt my body become more intense. She also began throwing everything she had at me.
One hand was moving up and down my shaft as she intensified her grip, her mouth was moving up and down the head of my penis and also switching to sucking while her tongue would twirl the bottom of the tip of my penis. Her other hand grabbed my balls and began massaging them.
About twenty seconds later I couldn’t hold out any longer. I tapped her head and she didn’t move, she just continued on. A few seconds later I had the most intense orgasm I have ever had. As I came in her mouth she moaned with pleasure and satisfaction as if she had just received a trophy of some kind. I began to go unconscious and forget what my name was or where I lived.
“Thanks.” She said as she put on her pink and yellow dress while walking toward the kitchen.
“Do you mind if I steal a water for the road?” She asked.
“No. Um… I don’t recall you telling me what your name is?” I asked.
“Honey. You don’t need to know what my name is. I had a great time, maybe I’ll see you at the bar again. Maybe not.” She said as she walked out of my house.
I arrived back in town around noon and made my way to the local coffee shop I used to go to. It had changed owners and the interior was completely different. All of the workers were new and none of my memories were where I was trying to find them. The coffee was fine and I went on my way back to my old home.
It’s amazing how fast 20 years go by. It feels like it was just yesterday I was driving these same streets sneaking out at night and making out with the girl from science class in my old beat up hand me down car I got the day before my senior year of high school. My 20 year high school reunion was in a week and half of me wanted to continue driving out of town and never come back. The other half convinced me to go back home and say hello to my parents before leaving in the morning. My other half won, and then my Dad convinced me to stay the day by asking him to help him with some home projects. I guess I would go to my stupid 20 year high school reunion.
I’m happy my Mom waited until the next morning before asking me if I was going to try to see her while I was back in town. She even made me pancakes and bacon before asking me.
I hesitated before responding with “No plans Mom. She has her life now and it doesn’t include me. It is what it is Mom.”
“Well you should see her. You two were great together and I heard through the grapevine she might be single again.” My mother blurted out in delight.
“Will you stop pestering him.” My Dad echoed my sentiments without me having to say anything.
I finished my breakfast, helped my Mom clean up the kitchen and returned to my old room before I was going to help my Dad fix the shed by going to the Home and Garden store. My room was more or less how I left it back when I left for college in Los Angeles. It was a time warp stuck in 2004 for some unknown reason. That’s when my father knocked on the door.
“Dad! Why haven’t you turned this room into something else? Like a library or an office or anything other then this?” I asked.
“I tried. But your Mother can be very stubborn and after about 5 years of annoying her about changing this room I gave up. Domestic bliss is more important to me than trying to turn this room into something else.” My Dad explained.
“Seriously?” I responded.
“I got close to convincing her once, but then she pointed out that this room was your nursery first and how she used to rock you to sleep over there. And then how she used to read to you goodnight stories back when your bed was over there in that corner. And after about 3 hours of her doing stuff like that and crying about how I was just not understanding how she was feeling I realized I was just never going to get my way and I should give up. So your room stays the way you left it and that is just how it is. You can burn it all once we are dead.” Grumbled my Dad.
After we completed the shed I decided to go out for a drink. During the summer of my college days we would meet at the bar and talk about what our future plans were. Cassandra wanted to be an aide worker and join the peace corps. She was full of idealism, optimism, empathy, hope and love back in those days. After the first beer I could not stop thinking about her, the second beer was supposed to get me to stop thinking about Cassandra. Instead it got me wondering what she was up to tonight and I began looking around the bar to see if I knew anyone to ask about her. My Mother had sparked my curiosity with her grapevine talk.
I had read once about the practice of STOP as a way of making a decision. It’s an acronym for Step Back, Think, Observe, and Proceed. I decided to give that a try before I get my heart broken again by Cassandra. So I decided to order a glass of water from the bartender and ponder what my plan was going to be if I saw her at the reunion.
I had it all worked out in my head. I would first get to know where all the exits were at. Then I would mingle in and out of the crowd making sure not to talk to any one person for too long so I couldn’t be spotted by the gossipers. And if on the off chance Cassandra would begin talking to me I would run to the nearest exit and drive out of town and not come back for a while. A solid plan if I do say so myself. I felt positive and optimistic of my chances in avoiding what me and Cassandra are/were/is. We probably even have a knickname for the drama we caused people around town with our “will they? won’t they they? are they? are they not? he said she said? she said he said; he said she said he said. They did it right? Oh they didn’t do it? I heard she said …? I heard he said….? Maybe…”
I signed off on my tab from the bar and got off the bar stool to head for the exit. It was this exact moment where I realized that STOP was a the wrong thing to do while sitting at a bar drinking alone.
Cassandra and her long blonde hair and blue eyes was entering the bar with her friends. I quickly looked for another exit, a side door, a backdoor, anywhere but standing at the bar with hardly anyone else around. I had about 2 seconds to come up with something before I was noticed.
“OH MY GOD!!!! THERE HE IS!!! THATS HIM RIGHT?” Screamed her friend Jessica.
They had missile lock on me and I had no wingman for cover. I froze and turned to the bartender hoping he had some brilliant idea up his sleeve. Obviously he didn’t have a clue as to what was going on.
“Hey Buddy.” Cassandra said standing a foot away from me. Somehow she teleported from across the bar to me in about 3 seconds.
“Do I know you?” I responded with some kind of smile.
“Shut up. Yea you know you know me you idiot.” Cassandra joked.
“I don’t think we’ve met before.” I continued.
“Not this again man. Not this again. It’s been 20 years since High School, we were friends. You wanted more I didn’t, I also was 17 and you were being an idiot. Plus you kept getting mad and angry for no reason. Then we got close back in college again and I had feelings for you but you were fucking some chick you didn’t care about and went off to Europe to study abroad, then you got some dumb ass job in the city you hate but don’t tell your parents you hate your job. Now you are back in town drinking alone at the bar and I’m stuck here single again and out with my friends pretending to be 25 again when I’m really 35 and I lie about my age on my Tinder profile. I’m not doing this bullshit with you again man. You fucking know me.” Cassandra exclaimed.
“Well you look great for being 45. I bet you get a lot of compliments by 25 year old dudes for looking so young for your age.” I said while ordering 2 doubles of Jim Beam.
She just gave me that look. You know the one.
“Come on that was a good one!!! You are not going to slap me like Will Smith did to Chris Rock are you?”
She grabbed her Jim Beam and left without saying another word returning to her friends on the other side of the bar.
This was going to be a fun 20 year high school reunion. I found a side door and exited by the trashcan laughing about how quickly she knew me. It has been 5 years since the last time I saw her and spoke to her. It took about 5 seconds for us to get back to our old ways of being a couple of idiots. It probably drove everyone else as crazy as we drove ourselves. I do hate my job in the city, I also don’t tell my parents I hate my job, I also blacked out whoever that woman I was having sex with back in college was, for the life of me I couldn’t remember her name.
The next morning over pancakes my Mother was silent and was giving me a look as if she was up to something.
“What is it Mother?” I asked.
Mom responded; “Nothing. Your father said I should stop pestering you so I will stop pestering you.”
“Well if you and the rest of the grapevine already know what happened last night then why even ask me?” I howled.
“Hey Don’t get curt with you Mother.” My Dad chimed in.
I was actually beginning to look forward to the reunion tomorrow evening. I just had to avoid everybody from my high school today. I couldn’t have another fiasco happen.
That afternoon I began realizing how difficult the years have been for Cassandra and how wrong I was on some things. She had gone to college and began her career as an aide worker for those in need. Then her father had come down with cancer and she had to put her dreams on hold to help her mother take care of her Dad. The only work she could find in her field in town was running the local food bank, which is volunteer work mostly. She had to take on so much in her twenties that she never got to live out the dreams she had back in college. Meanwhile I had been consumed by moving up the corporate ladder in the city and blessed by having parents in good health that I had forgotten that when my friend Cassandra needed me most I was too busy to care and didn’t have the time. Now she’s 35 and her Mother is 10 years older in declining health and she can not seem to find love. She probably feels like she is just alive going through the days and the motions of life and not living life on her terms.
Then I realized that this is what women do sometimes. They make stuff up in their head about someone else and then view relationships based on that made up stuff that is going on inside their head. Which may or may not be true at all, or may be too true and too right. There really is jut no way to tell what is going on inside the heads of someone else. The best we can to do is guess and call it empathy.
I woke up the morning of the reunion refreshed and ready for what the day would bring. I was going to Carpe Diem, or the Reunion was going to Carpe Diem me. Either way I was game for whatever was about to happen.
I arrived at the reunion at the club house of our local golf course and scouted the exits. I still thought my original plan of just running away was a possible option I needed in the back pocket. People from high school began trickling in and began mingling. We began talking about our lives and how we thought life would be different but really how it is just life and you gotta live it.
I noticed Jessica had arrived without Cassandra or anyone else. She was alone and looking a little lost. As if she was scouting the exits like I was.
“There are 5 exits from this place. The back has 3 exits, the side door over there and the front door we came in. There also is probably one in the kitchen if we have to make a run for it.” I chimed in while handing Jessica a beer.
“I already have a beer. And you missed that exit up the stairs that leads out down those stairs over by the driving range, that makes 6.” Jessica pointed out.
“You are right. I should have brought another beer for myself too.” I joked.
“She’s sorry about last night. She felt bad going off on you like that. I had to convince her to come to this tonight. She said she would pop in for a few minutes. She’s been feeling bad all day man.” Jessica informed me.
“Me too. I realize my joking around can be irritating and annoying. Men in their teens and twenties can get angry and frustrated for no reason. I guess I tried to develop a little sense of humor to fix those flaws. I fake it most of the time because really I’m freaking out inside about a whole lot of things.” I responded.
“We all are dude. Last night was the first time I’ve been outside my home after 10 pm in 2 years. My husband works all the time, I am surrounded by my 2 kids all day and I sometimes have to read dirty romance novels in secret to stomach having sex with husband for the umpteenth time in my life. But it’s not like I’m going to cheat, finding someone else takes too much effort. I don’t know how you single people do it. Just do me a favor, tonight would you finally man up and fuck her? It’s been 20 damn years already and nobody in town can take another year of you two being friends with no benefits or whatever the hell you two are or are not. The grapevine needs some juicy gossip to keep us going so make it happen tonight okay?” Jessica confessed.
“Yes ma’m” I declared.
I took another sip from my glass and glanced at the front. Cassandra was there and she had a look on her face that let me know she cared deeply for me. It took me about two seconds to forgive her for past hurt she caused me and about another second to forgive myself for the past hurt I causedh her.
I walked up to her; grabbed her lower back and pulled in her in for our very first kiss. I then took her hand and we left for the exit.
We headed for the hotel I booked earlier in the night and we somehow made it to the room with our clothes still on. As soon as the door to our hotel room closed she pushed me agains the wall and somehow at the same time had half her shirt off. Cassandra kissed me with such passion and eagerness I momentarily forgot how to breath. It was an intoxicating feeling that made my entire body tremble with excitment.
Not wanting to be out done by her I decided to do what Jessica demanded of me earlier in the night. I grabbed her ass and picked her up and carried her to the bed. Before I could get her knees to her chest and my mouth between her legs she had slipped out of her dress and was undoing my belt.
She engulfed my entire scrotum in her mouth while also jerking me off. My raging erection satisefied her desire for the next few minutes.
But she was also winning at sex which was something that was beginning to annoy me.
I decided returning the favor could wait until the following morning. I lightly grabbed her by the throat and put my entire weight on her body. Her thighs opened up and I could feel the slick wetness of her excitment on my shaft as I was licking her nipples.
Her inner muscles contracted around my girth the moment they met. I decided to tease her a little. I moved my hips fast at first to get her used to the speed and rhythm. Just when I thought she was getting used to it and was about to scream I stopped. I pulled my penis out as slow as I could possibly move, making her feel how hard I was and how much she turned me on. For a few seconds I kept her in limbo of an orgasm. Cassandra wanted more and more.
Having annoyed her with the change of pace she attempted to get on top of me. But I was not about to have her win. I turned her around into doggy and fucked her hard by thrusting my hips as hard as I could against hers which made her entire body quiver multiple times.
We switched back around and she asked for me to cum. I obliged her request planning on finishing on her glorious breasts. But like everything else between us Cassandra always got what she wanted. She grabbed my cock as I was cumming and made me finish on her face.
“I win.” Cassandra informed me before walking to the bathroom.
Maybe one day she will let me win at something.