The One who got Away

I wiggle my hips playfully and send him a wink. I want to keep him on his toes, I love that he feels that way about me. The way that Ben sees me honestly brings me right out of my shell. “You certainly have. Now get to work. I shall see you when you get home.”

“Fine, but I want my first message before I even get there.”

I walk him to the door and wave him off, already feeling like a wife. My brain spins, trying to plan my first text to Ben that will start things off in a slow and sexy way, but before the car is even out of sight it rings. I half think it might be Ben trying something new with me, but the name on the screen tells me that it’s my best friend.

“Jenny!” I crow into the handset. “How are you? How is life out at sea?”

“Good, good.” Her voice is distant which reminds me just how far away she is. “Things are really great, I’m loving life as a dancer, I think that’s what I was always meant to be.”

“Oh that’s wonderful.” I can be genuine with my happiness for her now that I have my life settled too. “I’m so glad to hear about it. It’s good that you’ve found your life’s calling. Where are you right now?”

“Headed towards somewhere in Asia. I’m not sure exactly.” She pauses for a moment. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good actually.” I feel pleased that I can actually say that and be truthful. “Things are working out alright.”

“You found somewhere to live in the end?”

Admittedly I haven’t told her the truth about what I’m doing but that’s because I know she’ll freak. She’s a bit of a cynic when it comes to romance, nothing like me. I smile to myself but still remain evasive for the time being.

“Yes, I found somewhere. I’m still at the club too, but not as a shot girl anymore, behind the bar.”

“There’s less money in that,” Jenny warns. “But I’m sure you’re much happier. I probably should have thought about that for you in the first place.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that, it all worked out okay in the end. It’s good to hear from you though, I didn’t think I’d get anything for about ten months!”

“Hey, I promised to keep in touch and that’s what I’m going to do.”

We chat for a while about some of the hot guys that she works with now, with the promise of pictures to follow. I’m so happy to hear from Jenny, I’m glad we can keep our friendship alive, but I’ll keep things with me and Ben a secret from her for now... at least until I work out just how serious we are about one another. Once I’m certain that we’ll go the distance I’ll tell her everything... she’ll be so damn surprised.

Chapter Fifteen – Ben

‘Come home now, baby, I can’t wait any longer... xxx’

The final message attached with a picture that shows her finger starting to dip into her panties is the last step. I’ve got a semi productive day of work done, which has been hard since the messages have been getting steamier over time, but now I cannot cope. I need to get home now before I explode. I keep nagging the driver to get me there quicker, but obvious just as is my luck, there’s endless traffic.

Finally I get close enough to jump out of the car and I pretty much run. I don’t even care how I look to the rest of the world, my eyes are on the prize and all I can think about is the end goal. Serena, and those fingers of hers.

“Hey,” I yell out as the door swings open. “Where are you?”

“Oh, I’m in the living room,” she groans. “I couldn’t wait any longer for you.”

“Fucking hell.” I drop all my stuff on the floor and tear into the room to join her. She’s spread across the couch running her fingers up and down what I imagine is a very wet slit. “Oh, girl, you are sexy aren’t you?”

I jump on the couch with her and move my fingers over her. I guide her in and out of herself, over her clit, all while kissing her tenderly. She was right about one thing, the delayed gratification thing is a good game and one that I’ve never played before. Before I met Serena I couldn’t even wait until the end of the party to have sex, now I’ve waited all day long.

“Oh, you’re so wet,” I murmur into her mouth. “It’s so sexy.”

Her back arches and her hips roll into me. “Oh, that’s because I’ve been thinking about you all day long. You’ve been making me hot as hell.”

She’s killing me, I’m actually dying. My cock is straining painfully against my trousers, it’s about ready to explode. “Don’t say things like that,” I growl. “You’re killing me.”

She flips me around until I’m sitting and she slumps to the floor on her knees. I want to ask her what’s going on, but I don’t get a chance to because her fingers start fiddling with my zip, needing it down. I try to help her because I want to be freed too, but my fingers are trembling too much for me to do so. I’m in such a state that I can’t even pull my dick out.

“Ooh, someone looks excited,” Serena gasps once I’m free. “Seems like the sexy texts have been working then.”

“You have no idea how well.”