Chapter 3
Tiffany
I would have run to my car except I wasn’t sure if I would have remained standing due to the lack of energy after that marathon session. I had never had sex like that in my life. My feelings were so jumbled. I didn’t know whether I’d had the most amazing time or if I was just really pissed off with myself for submitting to H’s seduction. Oh, who was I trying to kid. I’d had the time of my fucking life. I could barely keep my eyes open, which wasn’t great for my drive home. Also the fact that my mind kept replaying what just happened. I decided to stay behind the wheel for a moment. I closed my eyes and let my mind and body revisit the past hour or so.
Jesus, that body. He was so god damn hard. If I had a garden I’d like a statue of that body in it to look at every day. And his cock. Jesus Christ! I had never seen anything like that in my life.
But then he had to spoil it. Ask me if I had ever had a three-way. Two men at the same time. What fucking planet was that man on? I could hardly manage his huge cock, never mind juggle him and another guy at the same time. My traitorous core clenched at the fantasy as my thoughts ran rapid through my mind. What did he mean? Like taking turns kind of scenario or one in my pussy and one in my ass? I felt myself grow wet again which wasn’t great considering he kept my panties as some kind of trophy and my juices were going to run straight down my leg and onto my skirt. No more daydreaming Tiff, I told myself. Well, at least until I got home.
The apartment was empty being that my two girl friends were busy showing properties. Thank god I wasn’t competing with Kayla for our bathroom. I headed to my room and stripped off all my clothes. As I looked down I realised that H had sucked a love-bite onto the side of my breast. I ran over it with my fingers. I carried fresh towels into the bathroom and decided to soak in the tub and began to run the bath. Before steam misted up the mirror I turned and gazed at my reflection in it. Did I look any different? I felt more confident as a lover, like I actually knew more of what sex could be about. Totally losing myself in the moment. Complete abandon. I stroked between my legs with my fingers. I was sore from being stretched by that ten inch monster. As I lowered myself into the bath it stung slightly between my legs, but the heat from the bathwater started to work on my muscles and soothed away any tension I had brought home with me. I placed my head back on my bath pillow and once again lost myself in thoughts of what had just happened. I stayed there until the water cooled and then dragged myself out of the water. Wrapping my body in a huge towel and my hair in a small one, I returned to my room, where I quickly dried my hair and changed into some pjs. I couldn’t crawl under my duvet fast enough, my eyes were closing as I did it and within minutes I was lost, sleeping away the exhaustion of a delightful fuck.
When I woke and checked my alarm clock it was five in the afternoon. Jesus Christ! I had slept for hours. Under my duvet was cozy and warm and I didn’t feel like getting out, but I knew I should or I would never sleep tonight. Sighing, I swung myself out of bed and after a quick bathroom trip; I wrapped a robe around myself and headed into the kitchen for a coffee. I couldn’t be bothered to get dressed again. I had no plans for the night. I would just leave them on. I wondered if anyone else picked their night outfit according to their mood? Often I slept in shorts and a tee shirt but sometimes comfy pjs were required. Especially when you had been given the orgasm of your life and it had wiped you out. I rubbed my jaw, it was ever so slightly achy. Unsurprising given the day’s workout it had. I fired up my laptop at the table and checked my messages but there were no pervy messages from H. There were however business emails pertaining to the sale of the apartment and a celebratory email from my boss congratulating me on a job well done. Apparently H had informed him that I was a consummate professional and a member of staff to be proud of. Huh? So maybe he didn’t mean it when he said he would be in touch in that way? Perhaps I misinterpreted what he had said to me. Could I have misheard his two men comment? I couldn’t help feeling disappointed about the fact he might not want a repeat performance. But I did know one thing. I would never chase a man. Been there done that and it had blown up in my face. One of my exes had stopped messaging me and I had discovered it was because his wife had taken his phone from him. Never again. If it was meant to be he would get in touch with me. I slammed my laptop shut, annoyed with myself. Why was I making such a big deal out of a not-so-quick fuck? I had a good time. Hell, I had a great time. End of story. One for the memory banks on a hot evening flying solo.
I went over to the kitchen area and started prepping spaghetti for us all for our evening meal.
The girls came in just after seven and arrived within ten minutes of each other. Shoes and jackets were discarded around the room with sighs of relief that feet were no longer in heels. I handed them each a glass of wine and told them dinner would be ready in ten.
“You got home early?” Kayla asked.
“I got home hours ago. I made the sale and rewarded myself with the rest of the day off.”
“So, what did you do all day? The apartment doesn’t look any tidier.” She joked.
“I slept. Today was exhausting.”
“You might want to check in with your doc because if showing houses is making you so tired,” added Haley. “Sounds like you might need a vitamin or two.”
Kayla shook her head. “No, Haley. There’s something she’s not telling us. Look at her face. She has a little uplift at the corner of her mouth and she’s flushed in the face. She only gets that when she has no idea whether to blurt out gossip or not. Spill bitch.”
“Oh look. Dinner’s ready.” I told them, trying not to laugh.
“Only a small portion for me. I’m meeting Malcolm tonight and don’t expect me back,” Haley said smiling.
“Malcolm from Greens? When did that happen?” I asked as I filled my plate.
“He asked me out on a date last week but I needed to think about it. I wasn’t totally sure about dating someone from the company. Anyway, today he brought me flowers so I said I would meet him tonight for a drink.”
Kayla and I met each other’s gaze. Haley looked at both of us.
“It’s not like that. He’s really nice. Although I hope he’s not too nice.” She said with a devilish grin.
“Haley!” I said. “Are you hoping for a booty call tonight?”
She sighed. “It’s been a while. It would be nice.”
We took our seats around the table and I finished off and refilled my glass of wine because I could see Kayla staring at me and knew it was only a matter of time before her twenty-questions started.
“So, how did the condo showing go? Did the client go for it?”
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sp; I nodded. “He did. He was very impressed with the place.”
“So who was he? Anyone we know?”
“His name is Henry Carter.”
Kayla’s eyes lit up. “Oh, he’s hot. I’ve seen his photos in the papers. Totally loaded in the pants and in the wallet from what I have heard.”