The Present…
“So, who’s this guy that got you to go to a library,” my Dad asked. We were munching down a late Sunday brunch after my Mom and I had finished weeding her flower beds. My Mom looked way too interested as she waited for my answer. I was surprised she’d waited this long to begin her interrogation.
“He’s a junior at the college and lives in my building,” I answered. I tried to give as much truth to my lies as I could. “I volunteered to do some research for a boss and since Danny was going to the library to study for Finals, I went with him so he could help me find the books I’d need.”
Dad grunted, satisfied with my answer. Mom wasn’t and started digging for details, “So what is this ‘Danny’ studying?”
“It’s something to do with medicine.”
“A doctor? That’s nice.”
I sighed. “Mom, get that look out of your eyes. We’re not even dating.”
“So he has a girlfriend?”
“No,” I answered. “He works every part-time job he can but he’s always too broke to date. In fact, I thought I’d take him leftovers if that’s okay.”
“Absolutely! A girl could do a lot worse than getting a hard worker for a husband,” Mom answered and immediately took the pot roast off the table to put it into a Tupperware bowl. I felt like laughing but settled for shaking my head. If I told Mom that Danny was taking me home with him next weekend for his sister’s wedding she’d be reserving a church and reception hall tomorrow.
“Hey,” Dad loves pot roast and complained. “I wanted more.”
“No, you didn’t,” Mom informed him while taking the mashed potatoes off the table.
Dad made a grab for the gravy bowl only to have Mom whisk it away first. Dad glared at me as if his not getting enough food was my fault. Which I guess it was. “We just got Olivia out of the house and now I gotta feed a guy I don’t even know! What’s next? Are you going to take the food off my plate?”
Luckily we had an old picnic hamper I could lug the ton of food back to the city in. On the third floor, I pounded on Danny’s door. Either he was still studying at the library or he was trying to completely ignore my existence. When it was time for the subway to run I was sitting on the bench seat beside my window. When the sun hits the window, I love to sit here soaking up the warmth of the rays like a cat. Looking out the window I saw Danny on the sidewalk.
I gave Danny time to settle into his apartment before knocking on his door. “It’s me. Olivia,” I called out.
Danny didn’t open the door. Instead, I got a wary, “What do you want, Olivia?”
“Why do I have to want something to talk to you?”
“Maybe because the only time you did talk to me was when you wanted something?”
“Well, fair enough. But not now. I was home for lunch and I brought you leftovers. I’ve got pot roast and…”
That was as far as I got before the door opened. Danny took the hamper from me and invited me in. This was the first time I’d seen his apartment. Danny was right. Compared to mine it was tiny. And very, very messy… Danny invited me to sit down but one look at the crumbs on his couch and… I didn’t know if the underwear draped over the back of the only chair was clean or dirty and I didn’t want to find out. I noted that Danny wore boxers instead of briefs.
Danny greeted the food with more enthusiasm than he did me. He seemed relieved when I assured him I wouldn’t bother him again until Thursday after his last Final.
“Just be sure to return my Mom’s good Tupperware to me or she’ll hunt you down with a knife. Don’t laugh. I’ve seen it happen.”
* * * * * * * *
Marla took me canceling my Friday appointments with good grace. On Thursday I was fucking my only client of the day while Danny took his test. I was excited with the prospect of taking my first vacation in months and I responded with vigor to the sex. So vigorously I felt the need to come build within me. After my client came in my mouth, I swallowed quickly and then entertained him by continuing to masturbate. Soon deep gut muscles were clenching. The man on the bed with me had a hard cock again. I began gasping, begging the man who was watching to fuck me.
When he moved to slide inside me, I bit my lip to quiet my cry of joy as my pussy relaxed and tightened in turns around the hard flesh pushing deeper into me as I spread my legs wider. My eyes were closed as the combination of my fingers and his cock brought me closer… Responding to my rapid hip thrusts, my client began thrusting hard and fast… That was all the added stimulation I needed as I came in a long series of gasps and loud demands to be fucked harder!
Where once I had quiet orgasms, when I came with one of my clients now (Which happened very, very seldom.) I was hardly quiet. Wailing out my need to be fucked harder, demanding them to cum inside me… My shaking thighs pressed against male hips in an unconscious desire to pull him tighter to me. I kept my hand pressed to my slit while the hard pubis crashing into my fingers drove them into my clit. As my orgasm built, my thighs clenched tighter and I pushed my fingers deeper between my soaked pussy lips. I felt a great clenching build in my gut and when it peaked, a tide of pussy juice was forced past the hard cock fucking me to wet my thighs and ass cheeks. My cry of completion came in a series of loud, wordless noise in rhythm with the hard thrusts still pounding between my legs and forcing the air from my abdomen.
The client came in me soon after and both of us stayed joined together. Both of us gasping for air and both of us basking in the aftermath of our orgasms. As muscles throughout my body relaxed, the still hard cock inside me caused shivers to run up and down my spine whenever it moved even slightly. It was then I put my hands over my eyes and moaned. Through all the masturbating and hard fucking sex, even as my orgasm drove most thoughts from my mind… Behind closed eyes, I had imagined it was Danny above me. Danny’s cock driving me through my orgasm. Oh, fuuuck… I so do not need this complication, I thought.
I was a call girl. A whore. This was only supposed to be my job but… My client still had an hour of my time and I was still horny! I took his now flaccid cock in my mouth. He’d already come twice but I moved the soft, pussy flavored cock around my mouth with my tongue while sucking on it hard. I wanted more sex again as soon as possible and this time, I promised myself, I wouldn’t think of Danny!
* * * * * * * *
I had everything packed and ready when Danny knocked on my door. I felt the heat in my cheeks as I remembered coming with his imaginary body between my legs. Embarrassment mingled with a little desire made it difficult to meet Danny’s eyes. Luckily he didn’t seem to find anything amiss though how he didn’t notice my blushing face was beyond me.
I’d had to do a lot of shopping to find clothes appropriate to meet family and to attend a wedding. Danny didn’t seem to appreciate my efforts when he saw the pile of luggage I had by my door.
“Good, God! It’s only three days, Olivia. Not three weeks!”
I pointed to each piece. “Make-up. Daywear. Nightwear. Rehearsal. Wedding. Reception. Shoes. I only packed the essentials.”
He grumbled something about being a pack mule. I don’t know why. After all, my dress carry-all and make-up case weren’t heavy at all as I carried them to the station. Danny only had a shoulder bag so he had both arms free! I hoped he had clothes at home because his shoulder bag wouldn’t hold one change of clothes for me.
Danny didn’t stop grumbling until we were on the train. We found bench seats facing each other and I sighed, stretching out my legs to rest them beside Danny. He watched as I pulled magazines out of my large handbag. Cosmo, Southern Bride, Bridal Guide, Martha Stewart’s Wedding… Danny shook his head and pulled out a paperback mystery. I watched as he tried to prop his feet on the seat beside me. His legs didn’t quite make it.
“Danny?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t mind that I’m taller than you, do you?”
“No, of course not. I mean, I’m not short at five-nine and there’s nothing going to change the fact you’re three inches taller than me.” Danny smiled, “Besides, when you’re wearing heels it’s great watching guys react when you put your arm on my shoulders and I put my hand on your waist.”
We read for a while in silence. As I changed magazines…
“Danny?”
“Yes?”
“I hope your Mom likes me.”
“Why does it matter? You’ll probably never see her again.”
“Danny, you can’t be this dense. You’re bringing a girl home to meet her for the first time during a wedding! Far as she’s concerned, she’s wondering if we’ll announce our engagement.”
“What? No way.”
“Of course not. This weekend is all about the bride! It would be the height of bad taste to do anything that takes attention away from her. No,” I considered the matter carefully. “The weekend after the wedding is when we would announce our engagement.”
“Whoa! Hey, wait… Who said anything about engagement,” Danny demanded.
“I’m just saying.”
“Well, stop saying! Jeez, you confuse me. Stop it.”
I smiled and turned a page. He was so easy to confuse. Danny huffed, sounding a lot like my Dad, and returned to his paperback.
“Danny?”
“Oh, God… Yes, Olivia?”
“Why does your family think you’re gay?”
“I’m not…” Danny looked around and lowered his voice. “I’m not gay. I just… I didn’t date much in high school after Carolyn, if you must know… I had a crush on her all through junior high and after she crapped all over me I didn’t trust girls for a while. Okay? Satisfied? I’m working two part time jobs and carrying seventeen credit hours a semester in college. Even if I had the money I don’t have the time to date.”
Poor Danny sounded like one of my clients. Too busy to have fun. Then I started thinking about how long it had been since I’d had a date and not a client. Damn! The answer was depressing.
We read for a bit more.
“Danny?”
“Just shoot me,” I heard him mumble. “Yes, Olivia?”
“Why were you going to ask me if I’d go to the wedding with you? Before I confused you by kissing you. I’m sure you’ve gone to other family events alone. What makes this wedding different?”
Danny didn’t answer. Then, “She’s gonna be there. Carolyn.”
“I knew I’d seen this in a Hallmark movie,” I laughed and drum beat my tennis shoes on the seat, “You want your old girlfriend to see you happy with a new, hot girlfriend! Oh, God! This is going to be so fun! Queen Bee of her school, my ass! I’ll squash her like a bug!”
“Carolyn is pretty, well… Pretty.”
I waved that away with a negligent hand. “It’s all about attitude. If there’s one thing I have? It’s attitude!”
“That’s for damned sure,” Danny mumbled while shaking his head.
I thought about my wardrobe. I needed to go shopping for shoes and maybe a skirt outfit. I told Danny that we needed to go shopping either tonight or tomorrow.
“Why? Olivia, you brought a ton of clothes already. I know because I carried them!”
“I need shoes. High heels and something else to wear at the wedding reception. I brought dull clothes. I need something spicy to squash a bug.”
“Why bring dull clothes,” Danny asked, not understanding.
“I told you. This weekend is all about the bride, dummy! I’m not a stuck-up bitch…,” Except for glaring back at Danny, I ignored the soft, “Oh, yea?” from him and continued, “I’m not! a stuck-up bitch but I’m not stupid either! I’m very tall and very pretty. So I wear flats. I wear dull clothes. I fade into the background and never, ever stand beside the bride if I’m very much taller than her. No one with manners tries to outshine the bride on her day.”
Danny seemed amazed. “I didn’t realize so much thought went into attending a wedding.”
“Live and learn, Danny. Live… And… Learn.”
I picked up another magazine to leaf through.
“Danny?”
“Why did I even bother bringing a book… Yes, Olivia?”
“Do you have a pen and paper?”
“I think I might have a pen. Why?”
I held up the magazine so Danny could read the cover of my Cosmopolitan magazine. “Cosmo has a Sex Survey we can take to pass the time.”
* * * * * * * *
Danny’s younger brother Stan was there to meet us at the station. Stan had just graduated high school. I called shotgun and as the brothers put my luggage in the trunk I heard Stan ask Danny, “Where the hell did you meet her?”
“Olivia lives in my building.”
“Oh, man. I can’t wait to attend college in the Fall!”
A few blocks from the station I saw a Coffee Clutch ahead and asked Stan to stop.
“We’re only half-an-hour from the house,” Danny grumped from the back seat. “Can’t you…”
“I just spent four hours on a train,” I said without turning my head. “I’m hungry and I need to pee. I’m not meeting your mother with my stomach growling and my bladder full. Stop at the Coffee Clutch, Stanley.”
He did and opened the trunk when I asked. With make-up case in hand, I entered the building and stopped. I’d brought a lot of tip money with me in my handbag. I handed a hundred to Stan. “I want camomile tea. No sugar, two lemon slices. Tuna sandwich, toasted with extra mayo. Get whatever you want.” As an afterthought, I jerked a thumb at Danny, “Him, too.”
A quick pee, my hair brushed and make-up touched up, I felt like a new woman. I wolfed down my sandwich. When Stan tried to give me the change I told him to keep it. “I need to go shopping tomorrow. If you’re going to be chauffeuring me around you’ll need gas money,” I explained. Checking my teeth in one of the many mirrors in the shop to make certain nothing was stuck between them, I felt ready. Handing my make-up case to Danny to put back into the trunk, I declared that it was time to go.
