The ride to his place was oddly silent. I didn’t feel like joking anymore. I felt strange, like I’d just donated blood and had only eaten crackers all afternoon. I felt weak and a bit dizzy. And I couldn’t stop my imagination from turning to thoughts of being alone with Mr. Cooper in his home. And as I did, I got excited. My fears turned to wanting. He was driving too slowly.
When we pulled into his driveway, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It wasn’t a mansion or anything like that but it was an amazing steel and glass, two-story structure that screamed bachelor pad. It was so modern and cool.
“This place is fantastic,” I said.
“You like it?” he asked.
“I do.”
“Thank you. I designed it. It’s what I do.”
Mr. Cooper was impressive. What was his flaw, other than losing girls’ phone numbers and indecisiveness when it came to choosing condoms?
The inside of his place was just as incredible. He’d definitely read the Feng Shui guidebook. Everything in the place was in perfect harmony. And he had lots of water.
A giant fish tank separated the living room from the dining room. One wall of his living room was covered by a magnificent waterfall, a downward stream running over rocks. The trickle of it was peaceful and powerful at the same time.
Everything was black and white. Black leather couches with white pillows. A black dining room table with white cloth covered chairs. Black kitchen appliances. Even the photos and paintings that decorated the walls were done in black and white. Marilyn Monroe blew a kiss and James Dean flicked his lighter, both in sketch form.
“Come to my room,” Mr. Cooper said.
He walked away from me and I was left to follow.
His bedroom was huge. He had a California king bed covered with a black blanket and white pillows. A big flat screen TV hung on the wall. I sat down on the edge of his bed and took in the room.
My eyes were drawn to a black nightstand that sat next to his bed. On it was a porno magazine. A woman was spread eagle on the cover, licking her fingers with one hand as she stretched herself open with the other. I reached out and picked up the magazine.
“So this is what you do in your alone time?” I asked.
I looked up and he wasn’t in the room with me. So I flipped through the pages. I could see why he kept it around. The girl from the cover was bent over on another page, a muscle bound stud was behind her, driving his shaft into her pussy.
I flipped a few more pages over and saw another woman spread eagle facing the camera but with a guy’s head between her legs, eating her out. Her mouth was open, her tongue touching her upper teeth. Her eyes were closed. She had the look of pure ecstasy and I had no doubt in my mind that her pussy was actually being licked at this photo shoot.
It wasn’t just a picture. It was a graphic novel…and it was turning me on.
As I looked through the magazine, I let my fingers drift between my thighs. I ever so gently slid them over my clit, scratching with my nails at the fabric, my clit throbbing beneath my pants, begging to be touched.
I pushed a little harder and my hips moved involuntarily, my pussy’s attempt at fucking my hand. It liked to be touched and MY hand usually did the touching.
“What would you like to drink?” Mr. Cooper called out from the kitchen.
His voice startled me and I’m sure I jumped a little…but I didn’t remove my hand. He was behind me somewhere and couldn’t see me anyway.
“Umm,” I said as I relaxed my breathing and rubbed at my clit a little more quickly. “Whatever you’re having.”
I was wet and I needed to be touched.
Not by me.
He’d return soon to the room and when he did, he’d want to take me. I wasn’t sure how he’d go about it, but he brought me there for a reason. And I was dirty. I’d worked all night, had sweated all night, and had been moist between my legs more tha
n once.
I stood and made my way into the bathroom. I considered asking him if it were okay to take a shower but he’d already told me so earlier at the store.
I closed the door and locked it. I stood there in his gigantic bathroom, a room bigger than my bedroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. I let down my hair and watched it tumble in red tangles down my back.
I was pretty.