We stood at the bar talking and reminiscing about when we all used to go out together to the clubs. When I thought back to those times, I realized that most of the evenings, Tiffany and I spent together with Mona and whoever she was dating at the time. Jordan was usually off hobnobbing with the rich dudes and secretly scoping out all the women he wouldn’t be taking out that night. Tiffany never noticed, and if she did, she handled it with so much class that no one would have ever known. We walked over to the VIP area and sat down at a booth. She looked relieved to be off the dance floor and out of the view of everyone around her.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I just really didn’t want to come out tonight. I mean it's good for me, but I’m already tired.”
“Well, now you have this booth to hide out in,” I said.
The rest of the night went off without a hitch, and I hugged Tiffany goodbye before closing her cab door and watching it drive off. When I climbed into my own car, I couldn’t help but think about those long, smooth legs and the ripe curves of her body. I had tried to ignore the fact that she looked so fucking hot all night, and now that I was alone, I let it flow. By the time we pulled up to the apartment, I had more than a hard on, and I adjusted myself before I got out of the car.
Up in the apartment, I stripped down for bed and pulled the covers over me, suddenly not as exhausted as I had thought. As visions of Tiffany’s short skirt raced through my mind, I didn’t even realize I had my hand firmly placed on my cock. I closed my eyes and leaned back, imagining what it would feel like to slide my hand up her thigh and under the edge of her skirt. I could almost feel the warmth of her skin as I rolled my fist up and over my dick. In my mind, I slowly pushed her skirt up to reveal her tight wet pussy, throbbing and waiting just for me. I didn’t want to wait a second so I grabbed her by the waist and laid her down on the bed, rubbing my shaft against her clit.
I reached over next to the bed and grabbed the lube from the drawer, squirted it into my palm, and rubbed it over my shaft. I closed my eyes again and imagined pushing hard into Tiffany, feeling her wetness glide me through, deep inside of her. I could hear her raspy moans as her tight wetness pulsated around my erection. My hand tightened as I imagined her face, her big blue eyes staring up at me in lust as I massaged her tits and thrust deep inside of her. I threw the covers back and gave myself some room as my mind moved over every part of her sexy little body. I grabbed tightly to my cock as my hips moved up and down, picturing her now on top of me, grinding against me, and screaming out in pleasure as I filled her completely up. She was so fucking hot lying above me, rubbing her clit with her fingers as her hips began to move faster and faster.
“Yeah,” I groaned through gritted teeth as my hand fisted my cock at a rapid pace.
I grabbed Tiffany around the waist and started bouncing her up and down on my cock, slamming her down hard and hearing her scream for more. I pushed her legs out to the side and pulled her down again, the sound of our skin slapping together, echoing through my mind. As I pulled her down again, I moved her hips back and forth repeatedly, feeling the juices inside of her running down my shaft. I groaned loudly in my bed as I could feel the orgasm approaching. I clenched my eyes shut and watched as Tiffany put her hands down on my thighs and moved faster and faster, her body reaching its peak. She threw her head back and screamed out, her pussy vibrating around my cock as she came hard and fast.
I gripped my shaft and pulsated my hand, imagining her wetness vibrating around me. I sat up straight on the bed and groaned loudly as I too reached the top of ecstasy. My hand moved fast and hard up and down and as Tiffany’s coy smile flashed through my head, my cock exploded, my warm seed flowing out of the head and down my hands. I groaned loudly as the orgasm flushed through my body, and then, I slowly released the grip of my hand. I opened my eyes to an empty bed, but I still felt Tiffany’s presence there as I grabbed a towel, cleaned up my mess, and threw myself back into the bed. Hop
efully, I’d have some really good dreams about that blond beauty tonight.
Chapter 6
Tiffany
It was Monday, exactly one week since my marriage had been signed off as dead by a judge. That was exactly what I had been feeling, like someone had died and I was left to mourn their end. I stared up at the ceiling thinking about the last week and everything I had been through. Immediately my thoughts shifted to Saturday night. I’d been more than surprised to spend the evening talking and laughing with Jason. He had a wonderful sense of humor, and we had so much fun talking about life, reminiscing about the fun we all used to have, and just relaxing. It wasn’t a surprise to me that I had a good time with him. He had been one of the people I spent most of my time with when we were all out partying right after college. It did, however, surprise me that I was lying there thinking about how sexy he looked when he had approached me in the club. When I looked over and saw him, I almost didn’t recognize him and had initially wondered who was the hot guy walking toward me. I was a little embarrassed when I realized it was my ex-brother-in-law. I tried not to think of him that way, though, since Jordan and I had only been together for three months before ending the marriage.
I had always thought Jason was handsome, even more handsome than Jordan, though I liked Jordan for way more reasons than the way he looked. I guess, in a way, I always had a tiny little crush on Jason, but it wasn’t something I could ever talk about with anyone. He was the brother of the man I married. It would have been frowned upon. But what about now? What about when I was no longer married to his brother? I shook the thought from my head, chastising myself for even thinking it. Was I crazy? Still, thinking back at Saturday night, I couldn’t help but feel like we were more than having a good time. In fact, after a few drinks, we were kind of flirting with each other. I could still feel his hand touch mine as we laughed, sitting at the table. There was a spark in my chest when our skin touched, and from the way he looked down at our hands, I knew he had felt it, too. I caught myself hoping he wouldn’t let go, but as soon as he spotted Mona heading over to us, he pulled his hand back and stuck it in his lap.
I picked up my phone from the nightstand and rolled it around in my hands, thinking about texting him and seeing what he was doing. I flipped to his number and opened a new text typing out the words before deleting the whole thing and switching over to Mona’s messages. I knew that whatever I was feeling toward Jason had to be some kind of residual feelings for Jordan or some crazy idea at a rebound fuck. I texted Mona that I needed to talk, and she instantly responded back that she would be over ASAP with a huge pizza. I drug myself from the bed, brushed my teeth, and did my hair, not wanting to hear her complain that I looked like hell again.
When she got there, I grabbed some plates and napkins, and we sat down, chowing down on the first thing I had eaten all day. I knew Mona was curious as to what I wanted to talk about, but she was letting me gather the courage to bring it up first. I glanced over at her as I took a bite of my pizza.
“So,” I said with a full mouth. “I kind of caught myself lost in thought about a guy this afternoon.”
“Oh, yeah?” she said excitedly. “Wait, we aren’t talking about Jordan, are we?”
“No,” I said with a disgusted face. “It's absolutely nuts, and I’m pretty sure it's like my mind being an asshole, but I was thinking about Jason.”
“Okay,” she said with a shocked face. “So, what does that mean?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I mean it's impossible for me to have a crush on him, right?”
“No, he’s freaking hot, and you spent more time with him than Jordan at the beginning of your relationship,” she said chuckling. “But you tell me. Is it crazy, or do you have an actual crush?”
I sat there for a few minutes, chowing down on my pizza and allowing my mind to bring up visions of Jason. The first few were my mind thinking about how sexy he was in almost every way. Then, without knowing it, I started thinking about how funny he was, how sweet he was, and all the little things we talked about on Saturday night. I pulled myself from the thought and ran my hand over chest, shaking my head.
“Oh, God,” I gasped. “It’s an actual crush. What do I do?”
“Whatever you want to do,” Mona said leaning forward. “Don’t you see the beauty of this? You are a single woman with no ties to anyone. You can crush on whoever you want, whenever you want. You can ask a guy out, you can date someone, you can fuck someone, you can date five someones at one time if you wanted.”
“But this is slightly different,” I said putting down my pizza. “This is my ex’s brother. This is Jason Banks we are talking about here.”
“So?” Mona laughed loudly. “God, this is so perfect. Most people who go through a divorce are already in another relationship. Hell, my father was already engaged when the divorce went through with my mother. There is nothing wrong with scoping someone out already, even if he happens to be the douche bag’s brother. Who knows, maybe you were meant to be with Jason and you just got your j’s mixed up.”
“This is crazy,” I said shaking my head. “Like, Jerry Springer crazy.”
“Call him,” she said with wide eyes.