I went to my apartment feeling dizzy.
'AM I STUPID?' I said to myself.
I broke up with my boyfriend of 1 year. Lost my childhood best friend and then made out with a stranger?!!
All in the same night?
What had happened to me?
But that stranger...
He was still there in my mind. I could still feel his touch on my waist and my lips...and my boobs....
It had left my whole body in shock.
But who was he?
He had told me nothing. Not his name. Nothing at all.
A total stranger that I am sure I won't ever see again. Maybe this is just because of the breakup and everything.
I reached home and unlocked my door. I was renting a 2-room apartment with one of my college friends, and we got along fairly well, although we never really shared anything personal with each other ever. It was the status quo.
We gave each other space. Didn't make too much noise and maintained our distance.
But tonight, I needed someone to talk to. Someone I could share with about the totally bizarre day I had.
The person I would run to when I felt like this was my best friend. Now the ex best-friend. When I confronted Lisa about why she did it, all she said that ,"I don't know Alice." and left. We both it was the enf of our lifelong friendship.
I went to my room. Hadn't eaten anything since the afternoon, but was too tired to do anything except sleep. So, I laid down in my bed. Defeated by the day and life. And then, sleep took over me. Like a comforting friend. A friend who would never betray.
......
I woke up to a phone ring.
It wasn't morning. I could see that from my small window. Still dark outside.
'Who could be so late in the night?' I wondered. Looked up at the clock and it was 3 am.
I picked up the call. Still tired.
"Hello?" I said.
And then my heart stopped. "Hey! It's me." His voice sent shivers down my spine. Just like it did before.
He sounded self-assured, like he knew I would remember him. Not even a bit of doubt. And he was right. I did remember him. And his every touch.
I said, flustered,"Ammmm.....yeah....hey," My hands were shaking.
'How did he get my number?' I thought to myself, but couldn't muster up the courage to ask him.
"I am outside. Come out." He said, his voice didn't waver. It was stern. He wasn't asking me to come out, he was commanding me.
"Outside? What do you mean? Outside my apartment?" I started panicking now.
'What does he mean outside my apartment? How does he even know where I live? Was I in some kind of trouble?'
"Why don't you come and see?" His words had playful conviction. He knew.....that I was craving him and I would come out eventually.
He hung up.
My mouth was dry. As much as I was scared, I was secretly excited. I wanted to see him again. Our encounter left me wanting more. It left a hole in me that only he can fill now.
Just a few hours ago, I was feeling sad that I would never see him again, and now he was here...and I didn't know what to do.
I was feeling nauseous now.
But I had to go. I could never stop myself from going to him. My body was already reacting to him. His voice had sent a shock wave through my whole body.
I got up and looked into the mirror next to my bed.
My hair was messy. I found myself wondering what he would think of that. I had slept in the same clothes I was wearing at the bar. So, I fixed my hair a bit with a knot in my stomach that kept on increasing, with anticipation.
I went down the stairs and reached the road.
There was a big black car standing here. I didn't know much about cars but knew enough to be sure that it was an expensive one. A really expensive one. Nobody in my locality drove that.
And then....he came out. In the same white shirt, no coat in his hands. And my stomach started churning, and my legs became weak.
There he was....
He walked up to me and smirked. "Get in the car." His grey hair reflected the streetlight.
I couldn't think. I was blank and knew I would do anything that man asked me to.
"Okay," I said meekly.
He opened the door for me and stared at me the whole time. At my body.
He got into the car too, and then, without any delay or hesitation, took my face in his hand, with his other hand over my waist, and started kissing me, even more passionately than before.
It felt like he had been starving for weeks.
His hands gripped me so hard that I started moaning in his mouth, and his tongue tasted like strawberries. And then he started moaning too. He gripped my ass hard. And then his hand hovered over to my boobs. He started rubbing them, slowly, then with all his strength.
I moaned even louder.
Then, his hands moved under my t-shirt, his fingers pinching my nipples through my tight bra.
I cradled his face in my hands and then grabbed his hair. His hair was silky, soft and very well kept.
We were both breathing heavily into each other's mouths now. He started pinching my nipples harder and harder each time, and I moaned louder each time.
My pussy was dripping wet, and all I could think about was his cock. 'Was it hard?' I thought to myself.
I moved my hand over to his cock. It was rock hard. Harder than before. I rubbed it from outside his tight pants. And he moaned loudly.
"You want my cock, you little slut?" He asked, growling.
I nodded breathlessly.
He stopped kissing and held me by my hair, his other hand on my neck, gripping me hard. His gaze fixed on my eyes and said "Then beg me for it!"
And I just froze. Not in fear but something else....
"Beg me." He said louder this time
"Please, daddy. Let me suck your cock." I said, without thinking. His blue eyes turned dark now, with more desire and more passion than before.
He pushed my head towards his cock. I unbuttoned his pants with one hand while rubbing it with another.
He was hugee. Really huge. And so hard that his veins were popping out. And I gasped for my breath.
"Now, suck it!" It was a command.
And I did, I took his bare, hard cock in my hand and sucked the tip of his cock. I swirled my tongue around it. And I heard him moan with pleasure. It felt too good
But then, he pulled my head away suddenly.
"Let's go from here."