Into the Forest (Flash Fiction pt. 2/2)

    Eventually, I reach what I’ve been walking towards. The trees thin out and open up to a large, oval clearing. In the center is an oversized, mammoth of a tree. Somehow, I’ve always known that this tree is older and wiser than the other trees in the forest. It is the wise, old grandmother among the village that surrounds it. Although the tree is old, it stands tall and straight, a beacon of hope. A perfect statue for all other trees to measure themselves against.

    When I step into the clearing, the forest goes quiet. There is a silence about everything, a stillness in the air; but not an eerie one. As I walk toward the old tree, the calming silence wraps tightly around me like a warm blanket. My cheeks are long dried from my tears. I reach out and touch the wide trunk of the tree with my fingertips like I had so many times before.

    “Hello, you,” I whisper. I wrap my arms around the tree tightly, my fingertips not even reaching halfway around. As I close my eyes, I can almost feel the tree wanting to hug me back; I smile again. I turn around and slide down to the ground, leaning up against the tree. I open my notebook and start reading through my words. I can’t figure out where the story seemed so wrong in her eyes. As I flip through the pages, I notice that they are shimmering in the forest light. I flip through the pages faster; my thumb pulling on the edges of the sparkling paper. As the story streams by, I notice that some of the words are written in glittery ink instead of written in the black ink I used.

    I glance up from my notebook and look around the clearing. Everything is just as it was when I sat down and I am still surrounded in my blanket of silence. I turn back to the first page and flip through my notebook again. The glittery words are dancing and jumping about like they have a mind of their own. I am mesmerized by the magic of my own words. I stop flipping through my notebook and open it fully on my lap. How can this be?

    I watch as the page transforms before my eyes. At the top, the first letter grows in size and swirls around to form a large, beautiful, calligraphy-styled letter. Some of the words written in glitter change to different words entirely. A few of them just stay written in the beautiful glitter ink. I turn to the next page and most of the changes have already happened. I flip faster and faster, catching the words dance and change. My heart is pounding quickly as I’m filled with excitement.

    When I close my notebook in awe, the silence is broken. Somewhere in the clearing surrounding me, I hear the forest speak to me. She says, “You are only just beginning.” A chill runs up my spine but the tree makes me feel safe. The notebook on my lap starts to change even more drastically than the words inside of it. A suede binding wraps around the front and the back, transforming the entirety of the flimsy notebook into a beautifully bound book right in front of me. I rub my hands across the front cover in complete awe. The title appears across the front in bold, stamped letters. Then right in the bottom corner of the book my name appears, in beautiful script.

    I turn the book over and over in my hands, unable to believe what just happened. This book looks more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. I have my own finished novel, something that I have always dreamed of. Inside the first page the name of someone that lives in The Common is listed as the printer. I close the book, my book, again and squeeze it tightly to my chest. Somehow I know with all that I am, that all I have to do is take this book to the printer and he will make more copies.

    “Thank you,” I say to the tree, and the forest. “Thank you so much.” A warm breeze swirls around me, ruffling my hair and making me smile. I don’t want to leave the safety of this place but I know that I have to. I have been given a gift from the forest herself, and I won’t waste it.  

Into the Forest (Flash Fiction pt. 1/2)

    I handed my notebook to her with my hands shaking and butterflies in my stomach. It was the very first work in progress that I had ever created and giving it over was nerve wracking. I had the nerve to do so then. I had the nerve to think that I had what it took to create a story and run with it; make something of it. Maybe even make something of myself. I wanted nothing more in life.

    Being an author was a huge dream of mine. It was a dream that took up all of my thoughts, every day. I have spent my life reading. For as long as I can remember, I have loved to curl up in the tiny bay window in the living room with a good book. It wasn’t long before I was reading books way above the ones suggested for my age range. I was reading books that some adults would have found hard to read; but I couldn’t get enough of them. I filled my time with fantasy worlds made up by other authors.

    I watched her face as she skimmed through my handwritten novella. Her face spoke volumes well before her mouth ever did. I had watched her face because I was nervous, and as her face scrunched, I knew she did not approve. She wasn’t going to have a single good thing to say about any of it. I could see in her face as she read though my words that she didn’t have a care in the world for all the time I had taken to write down every word by hand. I could see that she wasn’t going to acknowledge anything from my work because she didn’t approve of any of it.

    After reading several pages, she closed my notebook and thrust it back into my hands. The look on her face spoke volumes again as she said, “I don’t even know why you wrote this. Don’t quit your day job.” I didn’t have a job, teenagers in The Common weren’t allowed to work until after they finished high school. I tried to hide the tears that were welling up in my eyes. I blinked rapidly, trying to force them away but they betrayed me. As a tear slid down my cheek, I wiped at it furiously, but she saw. “Don’t be such a crybaby,” she said as she spun on her heel and walked out of the room.

    I couldn’t get away from the little shack that I shared with her fast enough. My legs couldn’t carry me away from the pain that was burning through my heart. I ran as fast as I could, making it halfway across the small, scraggly bit of front yard before I heard the screen door slam shut. I didn’t wipe my tears anymore. My cheeks were streaked with them as I ran, the wind was cool on my face. I ran straight for the forest; straight for my haven.

    When I reached the edge of the forest, I didn’t bother to slow down. I knew the trail better than I knew any other bit of land around here. The forest has been my escape for as long as I can remember. As I weave through the trees, my feet remember where to go. They carry me further and deeper into the forest until the trees are growing so close together that I can’t run at full speed anymore. As I slow, my breathing gets ragged and I can hear the blood pumping in my ears. I stop and lean up against the closest tree trunk, trying to catch my breath. As I inhale deeply, I can smell the warm and wet earth all around me. The smell calms me as it fills not only my lungs but my soul. I lift my head and stare at the canopy above. It seems to envelope me; protecting me from everything outside of this forest. My haven surrounds me like a cocoon and I feel safe. Nothing can hurt me here.

    I wander slowly further into the forest. Everything here is green, fresh and welcoming. The old leaves crinkle under my feet with each step. I weave in between trees, making my way further towards the big opening that I know is ahead of me. I can hear the tiny little creatures scurrying around along the forest floor. Being here makes me smile.

Bad Coffee Part Twelve

    The plane is luxurious, super comfy and perfect. I had been able to get us both a week off at the same time without telling Lisa too much about my plans. I didn’t want to ruin the entire surprise before I had even purchased the tickets.

    “I can’t believe we are on our way to Paris!” Lisa squeals as she gets comfortable in her seat. I had made sure that she got a window seat when I purchased the tickets. Lisa had her passport already from traveling to somewhere in Mexico with some friends but she had never been on a long flight like this to Europe. She cozied up to the side of the plane and pressed her whole face up against the window, like an over-excited child.

    “I wouldn’t be too excited yet, it’s a long flight,” I said as I put both of our bags in the overhead compartment.

    “How could that be a bad thing?”

    “There are only so many places you can go on a flying metal tube,” I teased her. I wasn’t afraid of flying, not at all. But after about three hours, I start to get restless.

    “I think this is wonderful. And these seats!” Lisa squeals, making me laugh. I sat down next to Lisa in my own big comfy seat.

    “We’ll see if you still think that after such a long flight.”

    “Quit being such a Debbie Downer!” Lisa admonished me, making me smile. I wiggled in my seat, trying to get comfortable and opened up the book that I had brought with me. Lisa hadn’t brought a book along with us to read but she did bring her phone with some no-Wi-Fi-needed games and a magazine. Before the pilot announced that we had to turn our cell phones onto airplane mode, Lisa took a couple of pictures of us together. We leaned toward each other and put our heads together with big smiles on our faces. She posted it on Instagram with a long winded description of how happy she was to be going on vacation with me. I kissed her forehead and went back to my reading.

    Hours later, we left the flying metal tube to an overcrowded airport. Lisa put on her big sunglasses and dragged her suitcase on wheels behind her as she followed me out to find a taxi. I’m not sure that Lisa isn’t just as much as a Debbie Downer about long flights as I am now, but she won’t dare admit it to me.

    Our driver takes us straight to the Shangri-La Hotel and it doesn’t take us long to get checked in. Of course, I reserved one of the biggest suites in the hotel with all the amenities. There is no reason to not go all out for a vacation to Paris!

    “Oh my God, Elijah! This is amazing!” Lisa says as she walks through the hotel room. We have a full kitchen and a little dining area, a little sitting area with a fireplace, and a spa sized bathroom with a jetted tub. The staff had left a wonderful welcome package for us consisting of fresh fruit, expensive champagne, and delicious macaroons. The bedroom is separated from the rest of the room by heavy, ornate, white double doors. Lisa and I bring our suitcases into the bedroom and set them on the dressers. The four poster bed looks more like a king and a half than just a king. There is beautiful sheer, white draping fabric hanging from above the bed, making it look like a bed from a fairytale. The bed has a white, fluffy comforter and at least a dozen wonderful throw pillows. Lisa plopped down on the bed, sliding her shoes off and laying back, she stretched out completely and there was still room. “I can’t even believe this,” she said, moving her outstretched arms up and down as if she was making a snow angel.

    “I need a bed like that at my house,” I said. I smile and walk over to the very large windows. They aren’t just large windows but huge glass doors leading out to our own private terrace. I am immediately overcome with the beauty of the view from our balcony. “Lisa, come here!” It’s a spacious balcony with a small wrought iron table to match the railing and two chairs. We can see the Eiffel Tower to the right. It is so close to our terrace that it dwarfs everything else around it.

    After Lisa and I snap at least a dozen photos of us together in front of the Eiffel Tower, Lisa walks back into our room. As she started moving throw pillows off of the bed, she tossed a couple of them at me. “You gonna join me for a nap?”

    “What’s wrong?” I asked, teasingly. “Long plane ride too much for ya there?”

    “I didn’t say that!” she said and then chucked a pillow at me with force, making me laugh. “I just really like this bed,” she said under her breath.

    “Oh, okay. Well that’s good cuz we gotta sleep in it for a week,” I said, winking at her. Surprisingly, Lisa didn’t undress for our nap. She has used ‘take a nap’ as code before. As we curled up in between the perfect sheets, the bed enveloped us in comfort. I wrapped my arms around Lisa’s middle and pulled her across the huge bed and into me. I held her tight and tucked my face into her neck. It comforted me to listen to her breathing change as she started to fall asleep in my arms. It wasn’t long before I was fast asleep right next to her.

    A few hours later, my growling stomach woke me. Lisa was still sleeping, but she had rolled away from me. I get up quietly, trying not to disturb her, I need food. I call down to the concierge to find out what I could do about getting some food sent to our room. I really don’t want to wake up Lisa just to drag her around the city after our long plane ride. I picked several things from the 24/7 room service menu, and then quickly showered. Room service arrives beautifully presented. I could tell that setting up beautiful dinners was not a new job for this gentleman. He lit candles, set out our plates, silverware, glasses, and napkins. It is beyond absolutely gorgeous; everything smelled delicious.

    “Hey, sleepy head,” I whisper into Lisa’s ear as I sit next to where she lay in the bed. As her eyes start to flutter, I start moving the little wisps of hair from her face. “You gonna sleep all day?” I ask, Lisa smiles.

    “I just might,” she says as she stretches out across the bed.

    “Are you hungry?”

    “Most definitely,” Lisa says and then yawns. “What do you want to do for dinner?”

    “I already have that handled. Why don’t you wake up and get ready, nothing fancy, and meet me out on the balcony?”

    “Oh?” Lisa asks, eyeing me suspiciously. Now she was fully awake.

    “Yep. Come on,” I say and swat her butt before I stand up to head outside. I watch Lisa get out of bed from where I stand, leaned up against the balcony. Lisa striped her pants and shirt off and dropped them on the floor as she walked to the bathroom. It was the simplest, sexiest thing and makes me smile watching her. I poured both of us some wine, double checked that everything was beautiful and ready for when Lisa comes out. As I am fidgeting at things and pacing the balcony, the Eiffel Tower blinks on. I am absolutely stunned by it’s beautiful brilliance. “Lisa!!” I yell toward the bathroom where Lisa is still getting ready.

    “Yeah?” Lisa asks as she steps out of the bathroom. She is still only in her bra and panties and she is tossing her long hair with her fingertips as she walks toward me. “What’s up, babe?”

    “Come here,” I wave for her with urgency. She saunters to me without stopping to get dressed first. As we walk together out onto the balcony, Lisa’s hands freeze in her hair. After a second, Lisa straightens up and drops her hands to her sides.

    “Oh…” she says in awe.

    “Isn’t it amazing?”

    “It’s beyond amazing,” Lisa whispers. Lisa turns around to see the table that I have ready for our dinner. Then all of a sudden, she realizes that she is standing outside, on a balcony, in just her panties and bra. In Paris no less! Embarrassment isn’t really what happens when it dawns on her. Instead what happens is she looks down at her almost nude body, and laughs hysterically. Her loud, beautiful laugh makes me laugh.

    “I’m not complaining!” I answer her unasked question.

    “I’ll be right back out,” Lisa says and kisses me on the cheek. I sit down at the table to wait for Lisa, for only a couple of minutes. Lisa walks back out onto the terrace in a beautiful sun dress, with her hair up in a simple ponytail. I stand and walk over to Lisa.

    “You look absolutely beautiful.” I kiss Lisa’s cheek and place my hand on the small of her back.

    “Thank you,” she said. I pulled out Lisa’s chair for her and then kissed the top of her head. I pulled the silver domes off of the platters in the center of the table. “Oh yum! That smells amazing, Elijah!”

    “It does, doesn’t it? I just had them send a little bit of all the best.”

    “That was a great plan,” Lisa says as I take my own seat.

    “Dig in.” Dinner was absolutely amazing. I couldn’t think of anything that I would rather being doing right now instead of being here with Lisa, having dinner and watching the Eiffel Tower light up the night sky.

    The first night in Paris was a beautiful, relaxing, night. We lounged in our oversized bed, cuddled up together, watching TV. We called for room service once more throughout the night so that Lisa and I could share dessert together. She fed me and I fed her while in bed. Lisa took several pictures of us laughing, cuddled up, and feeding each other and posted them on her Instagram. We had a wonderful night and ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms, while still watching whatever show was on the TV.

Bad Coffee Part Eleven

    I am so intrigued and instantly excited. She's basically skipping down the trail, looking left and right for a spot hidden enough that we don't have to worry about being interrupted. Around another bend, Lisa stops, drops my hand and then ducks into a tiny little cave in the rock. As I follow Lisa, I have to wait for my eyes to adjust to the loss of light. Once we were inside, there was plenty of room to stand up. Lisa grabbed me and pushed me up against the side of the cave. 

    "This will do just fine," I said before grabbing Lisa and kissing her deeply. I held her face between my hands and swirled my tongue around hers. She bit my bottom lip and slid her hands down the front of my shorts. I dropped my right hand and slid it into the front of her leggings. I found her clit and began swirling my finger around it, making her moan while I kissed her. I could hardly see anything inside of our little cave but it only heightened my other senses. I could hear both of our ragged breathing, I could feel Lisa squirming, her clit swelling; she was so wet. 

  

    "Don't be too loud now," she whispered and then she dropped to her knees in front of me and pulled my shorts down around my ankles. I leaned my head back against the rock as she took all of me into her mouth. She slowly ran her tongue up the length of me and then sucked on me hard; making me moan. "Shh," Lisa giggled. 

    "I can't help it," I whispered. Then I grabbed ahold of her ponytail and held her head in place as I thrust myself in and out of her mouth. Lisa grabbed ahold of my ass and dug her fingernails into me, which only made me crazier. I'd be willing to be that she was sucking on me so hard that I would have bruises. "Fuck," I whispered. I don't know how long I am going to be able to tolerate this. Lisa started moaning and it drove me even crazier. My body was bursting with tension. When Lisa slowed down her motions, I though she was going to stop, but then she sped up and wouldn't stop; she latched onto me. "Lisa," I pleaded. "I'm gonna cum." She moaned and I lost all control. I poured everything I had into Lisa's mouth while I bit down on one of my fists, trying to keep quiet. Lisa released me and I pulled up my shorts with her as she stood. 

    "Let's get out of here," Lisa whispered. I followed her back out of the cave, to the trail where the sunlight burned my eyes. I double checked our appearances while Lisa looked around for other park visitors. After we saw that we were still alone, we giggled together and then Lisa kissed me passionately, before we headed to our cars. 

    "I'm gonna head home and see if my new roommate needs any help getting her stuff put away," Lisa said and kissed me. 

    "Have fun," I said as I closed her car door for her. I waved her off and headed over to my car. I have never done anything like that before. I've been saying that a lot since I started dating Lisa, I noticed. I laughed to myself, ran my fingers through my hair, and then headed home. 

    

    After I showered at home, I started looking up some vacation options online. The thought of taking Lisa on a little vacation crossed my mine while I was in the shower and I don't think she would mind taking a break with me. I didn't want to get her hopes up yet but I was already a little bit excited at the idea. I had to figure out if I had the time for a vacation and if Lisa could swing time away from work anytime soon. I don't know where she has or hasn't been. I don't know if I want to pick somewhere in the country or somewhere else. 

Bad Coffee Part Ten

    As I bring the last box up to Lisa's apartment, I see her helping her new roommate unpack. Lisa had decided to get a roommate to ease some of the burden of her bills. It didn't take her long to find someone that seemed to be perfect for her. They seemed to hit it off as fast friends almost immediately. 

   

    "Last one," I announce to the girls in the kitchen.

    "Thank you so much," Stacey says as she comes over to grab the box from me.

    "Not a problem at all," I say. "Do you guys need anything else before I head out?"

    "Where ya off to, babe?" Lisa asked as she sauntered over to me.

    "I was thinking about heading out to do some walking on some of the trails today."

    "Oh that sounds like so much fun!" Stacey says.

    "Well, I don't mind company," I say. "Do you guys want to join me?"

    "I'll go change," Lisa says.

    "How about you just meet me there? I'd like to change too."

    "Okay," Lisa says. "Stace? You gonna come with?"

    "Maybe next time. I wanna get all this stuff put away," she says as she gestures to the mountain of stacked boxes. 

    "Next time, then," I said, kissed Lisa and headed for home.

    I pulled my car into an empty parking spot and turned off my car. I hadn't seen Lisa's car here yet so I grabbed my phone to text her. We had had several dates thus far and everything was going swimmingly. I absolutely adored spending time with Lisa. That's without even considering the wild, adventurous sex life we have between the two of us. I'm still amazed and shocked when I think about the fact that Lisa and I have both been with other people during our relationship. I'm not going out of my way to go after other women or anything like that but the fact that it happened...I don't know; I laugh to myself. I also happen to think that Stacey is attractive too. Lisa has opened up so much in me and I find myself wondering what it would be like to...no, never mind. 

    I get out of my car and stretch, looking around for Lisa's car; I see her pull into the parking lot. As Lisa gets out of her car, I am greeted with a big smile. She looks stunning, as usual, in a pair of floral workout leggings, and a pink tank top.

    "Very nice," I say as she walks up to me and gives me a kiss.

    "You too," she says. I only changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt.

    "Well, shucks, thanks," I say. I lean down and grab my water bottle from my car. "Ready?" Lisa nods. At the beginning of the trail, there are three different color-coded markers to choose from based on what difficulty you are looking for. "We can handle red, right?" I ask Lisa. The more difficult, the better for me, that's what I wanted when I first started thinking about hiking today. Lisa nods and we head toward the red-coded path. Lisa doesn't have a hard time keeping up with me as we go through the path. We climbed up trails, up huge rock faces and back down; out of breath after several minutes but not in a bad way. When we got to the top of the next rock face, Lisa and I paused at the top to take a breather and have some water. 

    

    "This is intense," Lisa said in between sips of water. "How often do you do this?"

    "On hard mode?" I asked and Lisa nodded. "Not all the time, maybe once or twice a month in good weather but just going out on a trail, all the time."

    "You're insane, this is insane," Lisa said, making me laugh.

    "But look at how beautiful it is," I said gesturing to the gorgeous view. "Come here!" Lisa walked over closer to me and smiled when I produced my phone so we could take a selfie together in front of the view. 

    "Me sweating and getting all gross takes away from the view," she said when we sat down for a break. 

    "It does not. Plus, we're both sweaty. Deal with it." Lisa rolls her eyes and takes another drink of her water. 

    "All the time though?" Lisa asks. I nod and laugh. After several minutes, Lisa and I head back to the trail. 

    "So, how were things with Stacey after I left?" I ask.

    "Good. I think it is going to be pretty great."

    "Yeah, you guys seem to get along pretty well."

    "She's hot too huh?" Lisa says, elbowing me jokingly. 

    "That's not what I said."

    "I know. I happen to think that she is."

    "She's not to bad to look at," I agree. I can't believe this is the conversation that is happening right now. I had just been in my car a little bit ago when the rogue thought of possibly having a good time with the both of them came into my head.

    "Either way, I do really like her and I think we will get along just fine," Lisa says. "But I sure as hell wouldn't mind something more than just a roommate," she adds making me chuckle. 

    "That could get messy quick." 

    "Don't clam up on me now, Elijah," Lisa says as she stops on the trail ahead of me and turns around. "Don't you think it could be fun?" I can't stop my brain from coming up with its own versions of what would indeed be fun about that. Lisa wraps her arms around my neck and places her lips on mine. I wrap my arms around her torso and pull her in close to me. As I kiss her, Lisa leans further into my body. The basketball shorts do absolutely nothing to hide my want for Lisa. "Oh, is that for me? Or is that because I suggested it would be fun to play with my roommate?" Lisa asks while grabbing ahold of me, making me moan.

    

    "Definitely you," I say and kiss her more. 

    "We should find somewhere to help you with that."

    "There is nowhere here that I could possibly have you right now." 

    "That just means you aren't looking hard enough," Lisa says and breaks away from me with a smile. "Come on," she says and starts pulling me by my hand down the trail.

Bad Coffee Part Nine

     “So, I went to the bar and found me a hot little blonde,” Lisa whispers sultrily into my ear. I can feel her lips moving, touching my earlobe and the warm breath from her whispers are driving me wild. “I paid for her drink and whispered in her ear like I am whispering into yours now.” Lisa stopped and took a drink from her glass; I did the same. My body was covered in goosebumps solely because of how Lisa was teasing me and talking to me. “I whispered, ‘Do you want to come home with me?” into her ear and I got to see the sexiest flush run up her neck before she answered me,” Lisa said. Just her talking about making a woman blush also made me blush. “It was so sexy. Knowing that I had that kind of power over her without even touching her. Kind of like I have over you now,” Lisa whispered, and she grabbed me firmly, latching onto my rock hard penis through my jeans. She made me throb, right here, out in the open at a bar. She was absolutely right that she had all the power over me before she even laid her hand on me. “So I took her home,” Lisa whispered and loosened her hand. “I brought her to my house and laid her on my bed and I stripped off her clothes. I buried my face in between her legs. She tasted so fucking sweet that it made me wet just from licking her to orgasm.” A moan escaped my lips and Lisa smiled. “You would have loved to watch us together huh?” she asked. “I know you would have. I made her cum so many times and then she made me cum so many times. We spent the night, naked, in each other’s arms.” I felt pre cum drip inside my briefs from her teasing story telling. “Then I had her for breakfast,” Lisa said, completely nonchalantly. She took a step back from me and finished her drink. I was wound up so tight, I was shaking. Lisa and I headed to the bar to order another round of drinks.

    It was shortly thereafter that the band came in a started setting up and started doing some quiet sound checks while the jukebox carried on. As Lisa and I worked on our second round of drinks, she and I meandered back to our little spot back in the back of the bar.

    “So you had a pretty damn good date then?” I asked her flirtingly. Lisa winked at me.

    “Of course I did. I had a blast,” she laughed. “Better than you.” Lisa was being majorly feisty right now and I was loving it.

    “I don’t know about all that,” I said smiling; but I did. There was a pause in all the noise as the jukebox turned off and before the band started up. Lisa swallowed the whole of her drink in one mouthful and then turned her full attention onto me. Lisa attached her beautifully full lips onto my necks and pushed her body into mine. I am immediately aroused; not surprisingly. Lisa has unbelievable power over me. My body does not care that the band is coming up on their makeshift stage, or that the audience is gathering together to watch the band. My body does not care that we are most definitely in public. As this thought runs through my head, I feel my face flush for the second time just tonight alone. “You wanna grab something to snack on before the concert really gets going?” I asked Lisa. She nodded and I ordered us another round of drinks and a plate of potato skins. As we eat our appetizer standing at the bar, Lisa’s hand keeps reaching up and caressing my back. She’s giving me goosebumps all over again. The band gets a song underway and I don’t hate it. I’ve never heard their music before but I find myself enjoying it.

    After I finish my drink and set my glass on the bar, Lisa grabs my hand and pulls me up closer to the front of the bar where the band was preforming. I find us directly in the middle of the large crowd, people are jumping around and bumping into me. Lisa turns around in front of me, still moving to the music, but looking deeply into my eyes. As the band switches to another song, Lisa wraps her arms around my neck and moves her body against mine, along with the music. We are surrounded by strangers; strangers that didn’t give two shits about what we were doing. I think Lisa knew they didn’t care before I figured it out. The band was in full swing, and Lisa was all over me. Her hands were clawing at my back while we made out in the middle of the crowd. This is sexy, she wanted me right here and now. Lisa put one of my hands on her ass and I couldn’t help but grab a handful. This is thrilling. I don’t know what I’ll do if we get caught. Lisa unzips my jeans and slides her hand inside my jeans and briefs and grasps me firmly. I don’t know what to do with what is going on but I cannot stop myself. I bite Lisa’s neck and slide my hand under her skirt, only to find out that she is not wearing anything underneath that skirt. She grasps my penis harder while she pulls and slides her hand up and down the length of me. I can’t help myself, pre cum drips from me again. She is making me absolutely crazy. I glance around at all the strangers that are surrounding us. Still no one is the wiser, everyone is immersed in the band and the music; so I slide my fingers into Lisa. She tips her ass up to meet my fingers better. I can feel her clenching around my fingers. I am sliding my fingers in and out of her with the same tempo that she is pulling on me. I’m going to lose it right here and now. Then Lisa orgasms; that’s what tips me over the edge. I cum in her hand, right here in public, with my fingers inside of her and her mouth on mine. I lost it and it was so riveting. Lisa and I made out for several songs afterwards. I was amazed at how thrilling being with her is for me. I couldn’t get enough of this woman.

    After the concert died down, Lisa drove me back to my house. I kissed her deeply before stepping out of her car. Now, as I strip out of my clothes, I smile, seeing the mess that I had made inside my briefs and also my jeans. I can’t believe what just happened. I text Lisa that I had a great time and I hope she did as well. As I showered, I reminisced about mine and Lisa’s very private, public sex-capade. I went to bed with a smile on my face.

Bad Coffee Part Eight

    “I’m on my way over.” Lisa text me late Saturday afternoon. I didn’t think the concert was until much later but I didn’t mind. We hadn’t talked much since I text her about going out with Craig Thursday night; which I also didn’t mind.

    “See you soon. Be careful.” I set my phone down and went back to my room to get dressed for tonight. I’m just going to wear some jeans and a t-shirt for the concert but I wanted to get into more comfortable ones than what I was wearing currently. When Lisa knocked on my door, she knocked twice and then came in as I was walking to the door to open it for her.

    “Hey, you should probably keep your door locked, or just about any fool could come in here,” she said teasing me.

    “I can handle it,” I said walking up to her. I held her and then kissed her full lip softly. “Maybe you should be more careful of what doors you just walk into,” I teased right back. Lisa tossed her purse and keys on the couch and I instantly thought of my quick rendezvous there two days ago. Is that something that I should disclose with her? I’m not really sure how to go about that. We still hadn’t discussed that night nor had we discussed what labels our relationship or whatever this was fell under. “Do you want to get something to eat here or go somewhere before the concert?” I asked.

    “Let’s go out and grab something and then we can just head to the bar.”

    “Oh it’s at a bar?”

    “Yep. I’ll drive,” Lisa said. “Just let me go pee first.” As I waited for her to finish up in the bathroom, I piddled around the house making sure lights were off and the back door was locked. I didn’t really know what I wanted for dinner so I searched for restaurants close by.

    “What do you want to eat?” I shouted toward the bathroom.

    “I told you to pick,” Lisa said as she walked into the kitchen where I was leaned up against the counter.

    “Yeah, I understand that, but I meant, what kind of food do you want?”

    “I don’t care,” Lisa answered. I scrolled down through the options and picked a place not too far from my house that served what looked like just about anything you could think of.

    “Okay. I got one. Ready?” I asked and Lisa nodded. This was the first time that I had let Lisa drive since we started seeing each other. I gave her the address of the restaurant that we were going to and she put it into her phone; the car called out directions for her as she drove. I wouldn’t say that I felt unsafe, but she really did drive a little crazy for my liking. I didn’t feel like I was in danger but it made me a tad nervous. When we arrived, I was glad of it.

    “So how was your guy’s night with Craig the other night?” Lisa asked after we had been served our sodas.

    “It was fun. We just went out to dinner and then went out to a bar. Craig always tries to ‘close the bar’ but I ended up coaxing him into leaving at a decent time.”

    “He sounds like fun,” Lisa interjected.

    “He is. He’s been my best friend for almost as long as I can remember.”

    “That’s good. Did you guys take any women home?” Lisa asked and I about choked on my food which only made her giggle. “I assumed,” she said, laughing. “Relax, Elijah, we haven’t talked about us being an actual couple or anything.”

    “Yes we did,” I said, a little nervous.

    “We? Huh.” Lisa teased, pretending to ponder the idea of me and Craig sharing a woman that we picked up from the bar.

    “Not we like that,” I corrected her. “We like we each took home a girl.”

    “Oh, sounds like fun. Tell me all about her,” Lisa said leaning forward. I can’t believe this, she knew I took someone home with me that wasn’t her and she actually wants to hear all about it?

    “Are you serious right now?” I asked, a little terrified.

    “Yeah!” Lisa exclaimed. “Would you relax already?”

    “Okay,” I said and took a deep breath. “Her name was Cat, or that’s what she called herself anyway.” Lisa was nodding along. Do I tell her this story gently? Or am I supposed to tell the woman that I am regularly sleeping with about the girl I fucked on my couch like I would tell one of my guy friends? “She came home with me and…”

    “No, no. You gotta describe her first,” Lisa interjected. I took another deep breath and tried again.

    “She was this short, petite, blonde girl that was entirely confident and all over me.”

    “Nice. Confidence is so sexy,” Lisa says in between bites of her French fries.

    “Agreed.” I was starting to relax into talking about Thursday night with Lisa. “So I ordered us a ride and she said she wanted to come to my house instead of going to her house because of her roommate.”

    “That could have been fun,” Lisa adds shrugging her shoulders, her response startling me yet again.

    “Yeah,” I agree a little timidly. “I got us some waters and then she was just on top of me on the couch.”

    “That’s hot,” Lisa says. “I wish I could have seen it. It doesn’t sound as good as us though.” There it is, I’m about to get told off even though she is the one that prodded me to tell her this little tale.

    “It was not as hot as you and I at your place,” I agree, quietly, waiting for the argument to start. But I couldn’t disagree, it was hot but not as hot or as needy as Lisa and I had been that first time. I don’t know that anything could be. Instead of Lisa turning into the typical girlfriend, she actually started staring devilishly at me; almost like she was turned on. Was that what was happening right now?

    “Want to hear about my girl’s night?” she asked.

    “Oh you went out too?”

    “Yep. I figured I could have used a girl’s night too. So I texted my friend Renee and we went out to a bar that night too.”

    “Did you have a good time?”

    “Oh,” Lisa looks up from her food and starts directly into my eyes from across the table. “My night was so much hotter than yours,” she says with a coy smile spread across her mouth.

    “Was it now?” I ask, fully intrigued now. Was she playing with me?

    “Definitely,” Lisa said matter-of-factly and then chomped down on her burger while I sat there staring at her, waiting for more of the story. “What?” Lisa asked around her bite of burger. I laughed.

    “Is that really all you are going to divulge to me after you prodded a description of my night out of me?”

    “Oh!” Lisa said with mock surprise. “I’m sorry.” I knew she wasn’t. She was chuckling to herself while she finished chewing.

    “No you aren’t,” I countered; which only made her chuckle more.

    “Fine,” she laughed. “I picked up my own little blonde too.” I felt my eyes widen and just to torment me further she took another bite of her burger and chewed slowly; making me wait again.

    “And?” I asked, dragging the syllable out. My food was still sitting on the plate in front of me, I hadn’t bothered taking another bite because of how this conversation was going. Lisa chuckled again. “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”

    “Definitely.”

    “Fine,” I said with a laugh in my voice. I am trying to act like I don’t care about the rest of the story, but I know she can see it on my face that I do. I pick up my own burger and take a big bite. I’m trying to eat nonchalantly but I keep looking up at her eyes and they are twinkling with all the enjoyment that she is getting out of this while she makes me wait.

    Dinner was satisfactory; nothing to write home about. Lisa refused to finish her story and was quiet the entire ride to the bar for the concert. When we pulled into the parking lot, it already looked packed; a good turnout for a local band preforming at some bar. Lisa and I went inside and ordered drinks from the bar. There wasn’t a band playing as of yet, but there was good music screaming out of the jukebox on the far wall. We made a round around the place and then settled against a back wall kind of away from most of the people; with the drinks in hand. Lisa leaned into me, touching her lips to my ear and nipped it, making me shudder.

Bad Coffee Part Seven

    Lisa didn’t spend the night. She got an Uber and went home after our fiasco against the front door. I rolled over in bed, stretching in the warm sunlight streaking in through the window. I had a decent sized bed, but here I was laying across the entire thing. Stretched out this way, I took up the entirety of it. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to leave the warmth of my bed; but the coffee pot was calling to me. I grunted like an old man as I got up out of bed; I made it, and threw on some shorts before checking my phone. There was already a text from Lisa waiting for me.

    “I’ve got two tickets to a concert this weekend. Interested?”

    “Who is playing?”

    “Just some local band. I thought it might be fun to go together.”

    “Sounds like a plan to me.”

    “Maybe I’ll skip work today and just have a day for me,” I announced to my coffee maker. Of course there was no reply. I didn’t need to work today, but I probably should anyway. I took a big swallow of my coffee and headed for the shower. I couldn’t remove the smile from my face but I didn’t really want to either. I was content. No, I was happy. This was happy. I started my playlist on my phone and connected it to the sound system that I had linked up throughout my house; volume on full blast. The shower was so hot it steamed up the entire bathroom as I undressed. I swiped my hand across the mirror trying to see if I needed to shave first and decided I could handle another day of bristle on my face before I had to shave it. I stepped into the shower and sang to myself as I soaped up.

    I couldn’t help the arousal that I was feeling just thinking about my night with Lisa. I spent longer ‘washing’ than necessary and was pleasantly surprised when I was once again rock hard and ready for more time with Lisa. I squeezed and pulled, bringing myself right to the edge, only to stop right before my own release. I was enjoying making myself crazy in the shower with images of Lisa and I together running through my head. I brought myself to the brink several more times before deciding that I should probably stop torturing myself; before I couldn’t stop at all. I got out of the shower, needing Lisa, and grabbed my phone. I sent her three different pictures. Not a dick pick, but suggestive pictures, trying to see if I could drive her just as wild as I was just from the thought of her. I set my phone back down, toweled dry and got dressed for work.

 

    “Hey E!” Craig said when I answered my phone. Craig has been my best friend for almost my entire life. I can’t do anything without him. Or rather, maybe he couldn’t do anything without me. We were pretty much inseparable even though we were well into our twenties. “You got plans tonight?”

    “Hey man! No, no plans,” I answered. I instantly thought of Lisa, I knew we hadn’t planned anything until this upcoming weekend but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to see her before then. “Why? What’s up man?”

    “I wanted to see if you wanted to go have a guy’s night with me,” Craig said. Craig’s version of a guy’s night usually consisted of going to a random bar and seeing how many girl’s numbers we could go home with. I like that game alright. Women usually throw themselves at me and Craig and we get the pick of whoever we want. Not surprisingly, it never leads to anything more than a fling but I don’t think either of us are looking for more than a fling anyway.

    “Sounds like a plan. You want to meet me at home?” I ask Craig.

    “Yeah, let’s do dinner first.”

    “Okay. See ya then.” I hung up with Craig and text Lisa. “Hey, I’m gonna go out with Craig tonight.” As soon as I sent it, I regretted it. Why did I feel like I was asking her for permission? She didn’t even know him. Nor did he know about her yet. And it’s not like we had talked about being exclusive or anything. I shrugged my shoulders; I couldn’t take it back now.

    After work, Craig met me at my house, all spruced up and ready to go. I finished up with my hair and was ready to go in a few minutes. Lisa hadn’t taken my text in a bad way like I was worried about. She only sent back, “Have fun!” with some smiley emojis. I said, “Thanks,” and finished my work day so that I could get home in time to meet Craig. Now, we were both ready to go, so I ordered an Uber.

    Craig had decided it was a good night to go to a fancier restaurant. It was a Thursday night so the bar wouldn’t be packed (no matter which one we chose) so we had time to eat and relax before we got there.

    “How’s working going?” Craig asked me as the waitress brought us our drinks; both of us had ordered Disaronno with lime. I enjoyed the warmth as it slid down my throat.

    “It’s going,” I said. “Not too busy lately but that’s what happens when you hire the right people.”

    “Oh good.”

    “What about you?” I asked him.

    “Nothing new or exciting,” he said. Craig worked in IT so we had a lot of things that crossed over but he didn’t work for me. After my parents died and I inherited Kennedy Enterprises, Craig helped me with it and helped me make some of the major decisions but neither one of us wanted him to work for me. I don’t think he wanted to see his best friend as his boss nor did he want other people to think he got the job only because he was my best friend instead of earning it. And I never ever wanted to have to be the guy that reprimanded my best friend if something wasn’t going the way that I liked in my own company. That’s just messy and not worth the risk to me. So we grew up together, learned basically the same things, and then went to college for computer sciences together. I was handed a huge company with a board of trustees to go with it and Craig started his career that he had worked his ass off for.

    “Nothing new means nothing bad,” I said raising my glass to Craig from across the table. We bullshit for a bit about work and projects and girls. We ordered our food and another round of Disaronno. Craig paid for dinner and wouldn’t hear of anything other than that. He wasn’t hurting for money or anything but we both knew that I made a huge amount more than he did; the gesture was always a good thing though. Craig never expected me to pay for everything just because I made more money than he did.

    We had a great night at the bar the rest of the night. Of course, women threw themselves at us. I bought way too many drinks for us and for the women. I couldn’t tell if some of the woman were after Craig and I because of our looks or our money. I’m not ever going to pretend that we can’t have any woman that we want; we are damn good looking guys. Of course money talks too.

    When we had had our fill of the bar lights and loud music, we ordered Uber rides home and each of us had a woman accompany us as well. Craig text me when he got home and told me to enjoy my night; I said the same and that I would talk to him in the morning. The woman that I brought home was a slinky little blonde called Cat. She followed me into my living room and asked to use my bathroom. I showed her where it was and got us some waters. She was tipsy, but not so drunk that she couldn’t make her own decisions. I, however, didn’t want to add anymore alcohol to the situation.

    When she joined me on the couch, she thanked me for the water, took a sip and then set the glass down on the coffee table. There wasn’t any talking necessary after that. Cat climbed on top of me without any preamble; I was most certainly ready for her. Our session on my couch lasted about fifteen hot, steamy minutes. Then she ordered her own Uber and left. Cat was quick, fun. I locked up my house, shut off the lights and headed to bed.

    The next morning, I text Craig asking him how his evening went. I caught up on some housework, did some laundry and watched some TV for the majority of the day. The concert isn’t until tomorrow night and I was looking forward to enjoying that with Lisa. I hadn’t been to many concerts growing up but I always did enjoy the ones that I had been able to go to. Craig text me back at some point in the day saying that he had had a good evening and had slept over. I laughed to myself, knowing that he has stayed over at may girl’s houses and it was always a 50/50 chance of the girls getting clingy after that. I had told him many times that if he didn’t sleep over, it wouldn’t be so messy but his reply was that he wore himself out during sex and couldn’t stay awake long enough afterwards to leave. He never had a problem with letting the girl that got too clingy down though, so more power to him.

Bad Coffee Part Six

    Pulling up to Lisa's house, I noticed that I was a teensy bit nervous. We hadn't talked since yesterday morning and a part of my brain was starting to make me wonder if maybe she didn't want to go out tonight. I rang Lisa's doorbell at exactly six o'clock and was not disappointed when she opened the door with a devious smile already on her face. Lisa was wearing a shorter, black skirt tonight, and a cute, red, skin-tight blouse. Her legs looked to be a mile long. 

    "You look great," I said, looking her up and down; she didn't seem to mind. 

    "Thank you," Lisa smiled and kissed me. There was a lingering heat behind it but it didn't go any further than a swift peck on the lips. "So where are we off to?" she asked. 

    "We'll get a drink at whatever restaurant is across from the movie theaters. That okay?"

    "Sounds great," Lisa closed her door behind us and I walked her to my car. "I like the idea of you driving us tonight instead of getting an Uber," Lisa said once I started the car. 

    "Oh?" I asked. "Why's that?" She slipped off her heels, pulled her legs up underneath of her and leaned across the middle console while I pulled onto the street. 

    "Because, then I can tease and torment you and you can't fight back," she whispered, only inches from my ear. I risked a quick glance at her, trying to pay attention to the traffic and gauge her meaning at the same time. She wore a wicked grin and was running her hand through the back of my hair, slightly pulling and grasping me at the same time. 

    "That's just wrong and evil," I growled at her, maneuvering through the traffic ahead and next to me. 

    "Nah," she dismissed. "You'll be okay." She was running her left hand up and down my neck and her right hand up and down my torso. My body was already starting to react to her touch even as I willed it to calm down because I needed to drive. As her right hand worked its way lower and lower, I had to concentrate harder and harder on my driving, leaving my body open to feel entirely every little thing that she was doing to me. Lisa nibbled on my ear and it sent a surge of tingles throughout my entire body. 

    "Evil," I growled. 

    "Okay, fine. I'm evil," she laughed. "Don't wreck the car," she said as she undid my belt and my pants with lightning speed. As Lisa pulled me out of my pants, I sprung forth with want to feel her. I watched the traffic and tried to keep the same speed as everyone else. She swallowed me whole and I let out a moan, deep from within me. Lisa sucked and pulled and swirled her tongue around me with delicate need. I could no longer figure out where we were headed or map out directions to the movie theater; I was just driving. She teased me relentlessly; pulling me so close to finishing and then stopping with a smile. When she started to moan her own wants and desires, I couldn't take it anymore. I found the closest parking lot and pulled over in the back of it. "It's about time," she breathed into my ear as she crawled over on top of me in the driver's seat. Hiking up her very short skirt, she wrapped her arms around the headrest of the seat and eased down onto me with such force that I almost lost it that second. 

    "Oh my God!" I yelled out for her. The car was still running, the lights were still on, the thrill of getting caught in the back of this parking lot only made it hotter. Lisa pulled all the way up so that only the tip of me was inside of her and she leaned back to smile at me. 

    "What's wrong?" she asked coyly.

    "No. Nothing. Not nothing at all," I stuttered, trying to force her hips down onto me. When that didn't work, I tried to arc my hips up from the car seat but she moved up with me. 

    "Oh good," she whispered, breathily. Then she slid down fully onto me with miserable slowness, gripping me the entire way. That did it. I exploded right along with Lisa's orgasm; leaving finger marks in her hips. 

    "Jesus Christ!" I yelled as we rocked in the driver's seat coming down from the orgasms. 

    "Indeed," Lisa agreed as she slid over to her seat, pulling her skirt back down. "Where are we?" she asked, looking out the windows of the car. 

    "I have no idea," I said, laughing while trying to readjust my pants and buckle back up. I sat back up in my seat and pulled out my phone to type in directions to the movie theater from whatever parking lot we were in. "Alright, ready?" I asked, placing my phone in the holder on the dash and pulling out of the lot. Lisa was looking into the pulldown mirror, checking her makeup and fixing little pieces of her hair.

    "Let's go!" she said, closing the visor and giving me a huge smile.

    As we walked into the bar area of the restaurant, Lisa leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm still throbbing. I'm going to have to take advantage of you more often." I grasped her hand and squeezed. "I know. I'm evil," she laughed, squeezing my hand in return. I ordered a rum and coke, and Lisa had a glass of wine; two and a half by the time I finished mine, I noticed. 

    "Is it okay if we just walk across the street from her for our movie, it starts in about twenty minutes or so," I said. 

    "Yeah, that sounds good." I ordered another rum and coke. By the time we had to head out for the movie, Lisa had finished her fourth glass of wine and we laughed about our sexy parking lot rendezvous all the way into the movie theater. 

    As Lisa and I walked back to my car, we took our time and held hands. Lisa critiqued the movie like she was getting paid for her opinion, making me smile. She had an opinion and she wasn't scared to share it. Instead of opening the car door for her, I spun her around into my arms and backed her up slowly against the passenger's door. She may want to take 'advantage' of me more and I'm definitely okay with that but right now, I wanted all the control. As I pressed my body into hers, I felt her arc her hips up to me. My face was centimeters from hers, my breathing was getting ragged again, Lisa smelled amazing. 

    "I'm the one that is going to have my way with you now," I growled. Lisa's eyes twinkled as she smiled. She didn't say anything, she just covered my mouth with hers, making me crazy. I pressed her into the car further, grinding against her and panting for her. Lisa made me absolutely crazy with desire. She had the ability to make me crave every inch of her at any given moment of the day. I had her pinned up against my car, I was in control; but was I? I broke my mouth away from hers and place hot, needy kisses along her jawline to her ear. She arched up to me again, making me throb. I needed her. I nibbled on her earlobe and tugged gently, she squirmed. 

    "Are you going to have me right here?" Lisa whispered. No. No, I can't do that. I want to but I can't When I looked into her eyes, she had that devilish grin again. I backed off of her and reached around her to open the car door. 

    "Get in," I growled and quickly shut the door after her. Good Lord, I was so worked up that I actually hurt. I got behind the steering wheel and sped to my house. This time she didn't give me head, I don't know that I could have handled it anyways. This time, she leaned her chair back, hiked up her skirt, slid her panties to the side, and began to rub and tease herself. She was wet, squirming, and moaning right next to me while I drove. How in the world am I supposed to handle this? I can see her out of the corner of my eye, slowly teasing and pleasing herself. It is making me absolutely crazy and I cannot drive this car fast enough. Another moan escapes her lips and I steal a full glance over at her. Lisa is sliding her fingers in and out slowly and I can see them glistening in the street lights shining in through the windshield. As I look back through the windshield, I pull at my jeans, trying to give myself even the tiniest bit of room. It doesn't help.

    Finally, I pulled into my driveway, after what seemed like and hour long drive. Lisa sat up, but didn't bother even pulling her skirt back down; she didn't need to. I pulled her out of my car, slammed the car door shut, and slid my fingers inside of her as I covered her mouth with mine. Lisa was slippery, velvety, and gripping my fingers inside of her. I released her, and pulled her behind me, up my front porch steps. I unlocked my door in record time and slammed it shut behind the two of us with force. I was losing my control, but Lisa was smiling, completely enjoying every second of this. I pulled on her hand to bring her to my bedroom and she just shook her head. 

    "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. Lisa brought her hand up between us and commanded that I come to her, wiggling her finger at me. I slinked back to her as she stepped back against the closed front door. She pulled me to her, grasped the back of my head with one hand and my penis with the other and commanded exactly what she wanted from me. I slid her panties to the floor and she released me from my jeans with ease. I pushed Lisa up against the front door, lifted her up and slid into her. It was mind blowing. Lisa was mind blowing.

Is That Me In That Book?

    Creating a main character isn't all rainbows and sunshine. You have to create someone relatable and important. In my case, I created two. Why not? Go big or go home. Right? The two main characters had already taken up space in my mind. They were running around with their own stories in my head, (you can read more about that here) so I put them on paper. 

    I started out with Juliana. She was a lot more like me than I had originally meant to make her. We don't necessarily have to talk about all of her little quirks that are also my little quirks. That is an entirely different post for an entirely different day. Let's just say, I am also late to a lot of things. As much as she is like me, she is also not like me. Juliana is my quirks, my good qualities, and my insecurities magnified. Juliana is also everything that I wish I was and with I wasn't. Does that make sense? Maybe not. Maybe that only makes sense because you have written yourself into a book too. There it is, good or bad, Juliana and I are written into my book for other people to read, enjoy, and yes, judge. 

    Juliana is my main character; my masterpiece. Very soon, I will be handing her off to strangers in hopes that these strangers will understand her. There's something very scary about allowing people to judge Juliana and therefore judge me. It's important to me though. She's amazing, she's smart, she's kind, and eventually she figures out that she is stronger than she once believed. Throughout the first book, Juliana gets stronger and becomes a better version of herself. I love watching her evolve through all the tough times that I put her through.

    Then there is Elijah, who fits the standard literary description of tall, dark, and handsome. I wanted to create a main character that had a strong description. I wanted to give Elijah a box to fit into and then make sure he didn't fit into it. I wanted him to have all the want and desire that I could imagine but also not make him some unrealistic person. Maybe I did that? Let's hope so!

    I think that people put little tidbits of themselves into what they create. I know I did. It's easy for me to write what happened. It's easy for me to write what I wish had happened. Writing is my therapy. I hope that my writing gives people the escape that I get from reading. I can't wait to be able to introduce all of the characters to you. 

Bad Coffee Part Five

    I woke up at some ungodly hour in a strange bed with a strange woman curled around me; unsure for a few moments before my memories all came flooding back. Memories of a teasing dinner date and a heat-filled car ride back here. Memories of the front door being slammed shut in a hurry, and clothes being flung across the room. Memories on the couch, memories on this bed. As I flipped over onto my back, Lisa half awoke and manipulated her arms and legs to conform to me; she fit perfectly. I could hear her deep breathing, relaxing back into a deep sleep. I was comfortable. I drifted back off, warm and satisfied. 

    The sun and smell of coffee woke me up. I am dazed and amazed. I can't believe I slept here all night. Shit, she probably thinks I'm some creep. I'm looking for clothing and realize that none of our clothes even made it out of the living room. A towel or something then? I wrap a small blanket from a chair around my waist and venture out of the bedroom. I find Lisa in the kitchen, facing away from me, sitting on a stool. The sunshine coming through the large windows radiates off her honey-colored hair and her pink, silk robe. As I walk into the kitchen, I notice she hasn't even heard me because she is reading something on her phone. I sneak up behind her and snake my arms around her middle, she jumps a little but smiles as I start to kiss her neck. Lisa puts down her cup of coffee and phone a spins around to face me; she's only wearing the robe. She loosens the blanket that's wrapped around my waist. As it falls to the floor, I lift her up onto the island countertop behind her and push the robe down her arms. I have never had breakfast like this before and I enjoy every second of it; every bit that she is willing to offer up to me. Saturday mornings just got a whole lot more appealing in my book. 

    After actual food had been had, I decided to go home to shower and give Lisa a break. I actually look forward to running into her again over coffee or a countertop, whichever happens first. When I arrive home, life feels different. I'm uplifted again. I text Lisa. 

 "Thanks for a great evening and an even better morning. I look forward to seeing you very soon. I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend."

    Monday morning brought a huge smile to my face, know that I would get to see Lisa at the coffee shop before work. With a pep in my step, I beat her to our usual place and ordered both of our coffees; hers with mocha in it, of course. She breezed in with big oval sunglasses covering her face and the smell of vanilla wafting after her. Lisa was wearing a simple, cream colored, flowy dress today with flats; she made anything and everything she wore look amazing. When she saw me, holding her coffee, she smiled. Flashes of the weekend flooded my memory instantly. 

    "Hey, you," she whispered seductively in my ear before placing a kiss on my cheek. How could she make something so simple sound so damn sexy?

    "Oh you know, met some guy, had my way with him, made him moan my name. The usual," she teases back. She's actually making me blush; I can't believe it. The boldness of this woman, right here in the coffee shop is impressive and sexy as hell. 

    "Sounds like a damn good weekend to me," I say to her as we walk out the front doors.

    "It was wonderful," she says as she bites her bottom lip. Instantly I'm reminded of biting her shoulder and nibbling on her breasts and thighs. Images of her head tilted back and moaning crash over me and I'm getting quite aroused. Is every day going to be like this with Lisa now? The power that she has over my body is quite shocking. "I have to get to the office," she says as she wraps her arms around my neck. "I look forward to tasting more of you later," she whispers into my ear and walks off. Jesus. Yes, please!

    When I get into the office, I peruse my schedule to see when I can take Lisa out again. Her whispering in my ear that she wants to taste more of me has had me crazed all morning. Tuesdays are kind of hectic for me but a mid-week movie might just be in order. I text Lisa to see what her plans are. 

    "You free tomorrow night?"

    "Bold of you to assume that I want to see you again that soon," she texts back. Ouch. I like the back and forth we have going on between us. Lisa gives just as much as she takes; so I don't let up with her either. 

    "You sounded hungry at the coffee shop this morning. Just thought you could use a taste."

    "What did you have in mind?"

    "I pick you up at 6. We go get a drink. We go see a movie."

    "Is that it?" she texts back, making me laugh. 

    "Did you have other plans?" No response. Lisa makes me wait an entire hour and a half for her to respond. She actually had me checking my phone repeatedly to see if I had maybe gotten a response from her and not heard it. She's playing games with me! I was both offended and intrigued. When she responded, it was with a simple, 'no, see you then!' and I let it drop, with a smile on my face.