I was back to joking around like I used to. I guessed, thanks to Sally, that I wasn’t a sad sack, depressed hermit anymore.
“So then, what was with the birthday candles?” she asked me.
“I happened to have them lying around. A friend brought them over for my last birthday party but we all got too drunk and forgot to use them on the cake. Fuck, we forgot to eat the cake. I know, that’s a shame.”
“It is. Don’t expect another on your real birthday,” she said.
“Another cake or another sex session?”
“I was thinking of the cake,” she said. “But maybe not either?”
I wasn’t sure if she had meant that I was just a fling she’d quickly forget about, or if she was just joining on my jokes about the cake. Her answer left me no closer to understanding.
“Oh, it doesn’t matter either way really,” I said, “we likely won’t even know each other by then.”
“Oh,” she said, flinching a bit.
I had wanted to test her reaction about it being a fling or a serious arrangement. And I really wanted it to be a fling so I wouldn’t have to deal with any potential mess, but I knew that I really wanted more. I wanted her.
Apparently, she felt the same. I had no idea she would get this upset by the idea of it not being long term.
“I’ve gotta go. I’m really busy,” she said, scrambling off of me and looking for her clothes, “I hope you liked both the cake and the sex session. But, like you, I also prefer not to see dates again, so I’d better be going.”
“Sam,” I said.
But she was scrambling into her clothes and then quickly headed for the tiny stairwell that led back down to my place. I had to hurry and pull on my own clothes so that I could follow her and let her in. But she wasn’t talking to me, and I knew better than to try harder.
I had blown it.
I tried to convince myself that it was for the best. If it was just a fling and we both saw it that way, no one get hurt.
The only problem was that I didn’t really think for a second that this was how either of us truly felt.
Chapter Four
Sally
It really stung. I really liked Mike and had freely had sex with him. The roof and cake were a bit exotic but still really fun and I was open to trying anything once. Twice in the case of the cake on my boobs.
I was honestly amazed at how good it felt. It felt like a slap to know he thought of it as a fling. He was obviously some kind of player and I had missed it.
I usually had a pretty good bullshit detector but he had somehow slipped past. Or maybe he didn’t. It was just possible that he did actually like me but didn’t want to go any further, which I supposed was fair enough, no matter how much it might hurt.
I decided right then and there not to think about it.
That was the plan, anyway. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t keep him from coming back into my mind. Particularly how good he had made me feel up on the roof. I loved it so much and felt like we had really connected.
He did everything just right, including licking my pussy which could be a bit of a challenge, because I was so sensitive, but it hadn’t hurt at all. I was just filled with pure pleasure. The more I tried to forget about him, the more thoughts of him would intrude.
I needed some back up.
“Hello,” Gia said, as soon as she picked up the phone when I called.
“Hey, G!” I said.
“Uh oh,” Gia said.
“Uh oh, what?” I asked.
“You only calls me G when shit gets real,” Gia said.
“Oh, right.”
“Known you for years, remember?”
“Yep,” I said.
“So, what’s up?”
“You know Mike?”
“Of course, he’s one of Reece’s best friends.”
“What do you think of him?” I asked.
“Not sure, I’ve always thought he was a bit aloof, why?”
“I -”
“You fucked him?”
“Yeah,” I confessed.
“Where?”
“In the mouth and the pussy,” I said.
“No I mean -”
“Oh, on the rooftop of his apartment building.”
“Kinky!”
“I didn’t even tell you about the cake,” I said, blushing.
“You didn’t.”
“We did,” I said.
“Including on your pussy?”
“And my tits and on his cock,” I said.
“How was it?”
“Amazing,” I said, with a sigh.
“How did that come about?” she asked.
“It just sort of happened. He ordered a cake, or had his sister actually, so that I didn’t get suspicious, in the hopes that I would deliver it. He had this whole lovely meal set up with Chinese lanterns and the whole bit on the roof and one thing just kind of led to another.”
“Wasn’t it cold out?” Gia asked.
“Not that I noticed,” I said.
“Your mind was on other things?” I asked.