“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to be home,” I declare with shock as I get inside. “Al, the social butterfly, in?”
“Nah, just grabbing some grub then I’m out to meet Cindi. I’ll probably be at hers tonight.”
I nod along, looking forward to a bit of peace. I do love Al, he’s great, but sometimes I miss the me time. Right now, after the long winded day I’ve had, I just need a bit of time to chill and think. Actually, what I really need to do is forget. I need to push the raven haired beauty to the back of my mind and focus on life. She’s had me distracted all day long, it’s got me in endless trouble with Ron, and if I don’t stop it soon I’ll end up doing a desperate, meaningless search online which will leave me with nothing since I don’t even know her name.
She’s sending me crazy and I really need to stop it. I do not want to end up as a crazy person.
“So, how are things going with Cindi?” I don’t know why I ask this, I know the answer.
“It’s alright I suppose.” He gives me a shrug. “I mean, I’m not going to marry her or anything but she’s nice.”
“Yeah? You haven’t brought her around here yet. I haven’t met her.”
Al looks utterly horrified by the idea. “You don’t want to meet her, do you? She isn’t that close to me.”
Even the girls he brings here he tries to keep out of my eye line. It’s impressive really, the amount of effort he puts in keeping his conquests and his real life separate. He puts as much effort into his work life and no wonder he’s so successful. I’m surprised he isn’t CEA of the company yet. He damn well should be.
“Nah, I suppose not.” I smile and flop onto the couch. “She won’t be around for long anyway.”
“Nope. I don’t think so. I mean, it’s been fun but you know how it is. Not forever fun.”
I haven’t ever seen my roommate close to forever fun. It’ll be weird if that ever happens. I suppose with him it’ll take some real special lady, someone to capture his focus right away. A love at first sight type of deal. Knowing him he’ll probably marry her on day one because he’ll just know, but for now he just wants to have fun. That’s the sort of freedom that I need to be fully away from Laura. It’ll happen, one day…
“Right anyway, I’m off.” He dumps his dish in the sink without washing it. “See ya later on.”
He slams the door loudly behind him leaving behind a wonderful trail of peace. I smile to myself and allow my eyes to slide closed while the exhaustion washes over me. I’ll only do it for a second though, I don’t want to fall asleep by mistake and wake up at four AM. The day after that is always horrible. I’m always tired, cranky, and even less inclined to suffer fools which can get me in a whole lot of trouble.
I want to do some more research anyway. There are some things in Prague that I want to research before I continue to map out my route. It’ll be a bit out of my way so I need to work out if I really want to go there. I guess I’m treating this one world trip like it might be my last because I don’t know when, if ever, I’ll be able to afford it again. Plus, I need to think about the changes that might come about. Anything could happen, I know that. Life has this funny way of throwing a spanner into the works so I can’t plan that far ahead.
“Hey, Logan,” the raven haired girl whispers to me. “Thank you for coming back for me, I’ve been thinking about you all day long. I wanted to show you just how sorry I am for my temper tantrum earlier…”
My hand slowly slips down into my pants as I picture it as hers. I know this isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing, this isn’t helping me to forget, but maybe I need this. Just to get her out of my system. She isn’t going anywhere otherwise and to be honest, she’s had me on fire all day long. I want to explore that. I want to know just how quickly the idea of her can send me flying over the edge… probably not long knowing this feeling.
Again, her mouth is all over me, her breath tickling me, her soft hands stroking my rock hard length… I bite down on my bottom lip as I try to work out what could be underneath those sexy clothes of hers. Pert breasts, I imagine, and long luscious legs, amazing curves too. I can just imagine how good she would feel all over me. Straddling me, burying me into her, pumping me.
“Please…” I envision her slowly sliding down. “I really want to taste you.”
“Oh…” I grunt as I imagine the sensation of her warm wet mouth wrapping around me. “God…”
It doesn’t take long, the pleasure builds rapidly, I feel like I’ve been on the edge of it all day long. It bursts free, exploding like a selection of wonderful, blissful fireworks, leaving me even more drained and deflated. I kinda feel lost now, because she’s vanished. I miss her imaginary hands all over me already. I wish I could hold on to the sensation of her lips that little while longer.
That has to be the end of it… I need to forget about her now… This is nuts.
4
Tamara
Panic darts through my body, growing even more intense as I glance down at the top which doesn’t quite fit me right. Katherine’s massive breasts leave a slightly sagging sensation around my chest area and it feels a little tight at the waist. I guess I just know that this isn’t what I wanted to wear and it’s making me uncomfortable.
I glance towards all the glass doors, wishing I could run after Katherine screaming. We
could just head to a bar, get some drinks, maybe even something to eat… anything would be more fun than being here.
I don’t belong, that’s what’s really getting to me. I don’t fit in here at all. Everyone who works here is sleek and perfect. They all have long fake nails, bright red plump lips, tight suits, sharp ties. It’s like being in the middle of a sleek TV show where everyone is an A list celebrity. And I’m a freaking mess, just a scruffy girl who used to be a waitress. No one is even looking at me because they know I’m a bad spot on an otherwise perfect place.
For a second, I yearn for my old life. Pete was an asshole, but I knew him. I knew what wound him up and what made him happy, I understood life with him even if it wasn’t the most pleasant in the world. And my job, I got that, my house, I knew every nook and cranny. Whoever said new is better, is an utter idiot.
“Tamara Owen?” An extremely intimidating woman purrs. “Would you like to come with me a moment?”