Mr. B.F.D.

“Oh Erik…” I pushed my fingers against my hymen and started sliding my finger into the tight area between the entrance of my pussy and webbing of my virginity.

I imagined his cock going inside of me instead of my finger, but without shattering my hymen, I couldn’t get very much satisfaction. It felt good, but it was nowhere near as sensitive as my clitoris. I worked my fingers back up to the hard bundle of nerves that had started to swell with anticipation. I pushed the hood away and rubbed the finger that had been inside of me on the pleasure point. It instantly ignited a fire inside of me that started to build up even more as I rubbed my finger in a circle around the outside of my clit. I imagined the fury of Erik’s kiss and ran my tongue lightly on my lips. I imagined the way he squeezed my breast, and used my hand that wasn’t rubbing my clitoris to squeeze the same breast he touched. I fondled my breast through my shirt and then pulled the fabric up so I could rub the nipple that got hard when I touched it. I was deep inside the fantasy. My whole body started to writhe and move as I imagined his naked body moving against my flesh as he started to pound my pussy with his cock.

“Don’t stop…” I begged through clenched teeth. “It feels so good.”

I’m not going to stop. I’m going to fuck you until you cum. The voice in my head created the words I wanted to hear.

I felt the pressure building up. I was so close to an orgasm I could feel the heat practically burning through my abdomen. My body continued to writhe as I moaned, grinding my pelvis into my finger as I rubbed my clitoris. I could taste his kiss again. I could feel the intensity of the lust we both shared on his couch. I rubbed faster and faster until I felt the explosion begin inside of me. My pussy began to spasm and my muscles tightened up as my orgasm surged through my body. It was like feeling it for the first time, with so much intensity I thought it wasn’t going to stop. I rubbed harder, feeling the passion of our bodies colliding together in my imagination. I moaned so much I was almost panting, feeling a light sweat forming across my body. I rubbed until there was nothing left and my body was weak. I stared at the ceiling, feeling every nerve in my body slowly returning to normal. My eyes were heavy as I lay in a pool of my own lust, pretending it was created by our lovemaking. The orgasm seemed to sap all of my strength as I lay in the afterglow.

“Hold me…” I pulled the pillow from the other side of my bed over and wrapped myself around it, pretending it was him that I was snuggled against.

How am I ever going to get him out of my head?

Chapter 6: Erik

One kiss shouldn’t change the world. The sight of a beautiful naked woman shouldn’t stomp a hole in your reality. Forgetting Charley was the only option I had and in order to do that, I had to find something more distracting than liquor. I needed to get laid. I didn’t just need to fuck someone, I needed the filthy stuff. I needed a girl that would let me pull her hair, smack her ass, and fuck every hole until my cock couldn’t take another thrust. Someone like that would leave me tired, sore, and I wouldn’t give a shit about anyone when I was done. I could coast from pussy to pussy until I had my fill and Charley was a distant memory. Drinking hadn’t worked. Jacking off barely rubbed the edge of my lust. It was time to take things up a notch and try to figure out exactly what kind of dirty things I had to do in order to forget that I was a terrible pervert with my desires resting with someone young enough to be my daughter.

Okay, let’s do this.

It had been a long time since I had even gone to a bar. Occasionally, I would feel obligated to have a drink with coworkers, but that usually just led to an early bedtime. Madison’s mother was pregnant before I was old enough to legally drink, so I didn’t exactly have the life of most men in their early twenties—especially men that didn’t have a wife or girlfriend at home. I loved being Madison’s father and I had no regrets about spending my youth raising her, but with her out of the house and away at college, it was long past time for me

to stop spending the evenings alone. The interaction with Charley was a wake-up call, if nothing else. I drove downtown to a fairly sleazy bar that wasn’t known for much more than cheap drinks and cheaper women—a few guys I knew from work used to talk it up when I was climbing the power poles. I pushed open the door and walked inside, surveying the scene from corner to corner in hopes of finding someone to catch my eye. Nobody really did, so I sat down at the bar.

“Can I get a beer?” I pulled a few dollars out of my pocket and placed them on the bar.

“Draft or bottled?” The bartender was a plump older man with almost hollow eyes set beneath white curls that hung past his eyebrows.

“Draft is fine.” I pointed towards the line of taps. “Bud Light.”

“Coming right up.” He knocked on the bar and grabbed my money before walking over to the taps.

The drinks appeared to be the only thing still wet in the bar. It seemed like the stories from my past had dried up, along with the patrons. When I was able to get a good look at the entire scene, I didn’t see a single person in the whole bar that appeared to be anywhere near my age. One beer was definitely going to be my limit. If I wanted to salvage the night, I was going to have to find somewhere else to find companionship. I turned back towards the bartender and watched as he poured a tall glass of Bud Light. I usually preferred something stronger, but I wanted to find a good prospect to keep my bed warm before I started throwing them back. The only woman who even seemed to be alone was at the end of the bar, and she definitely wasn’t attractive. On top of that, she appeared to be talking to herself or her glass of beer—neither of which were exactly good signs. The bartender finally brought over my beer and put it down.

“Thank you.” I nodded and picked it up.

“So are you running from a woman or looking for one?” The bartender grinned, splitting his pudgy lips with a smile.

“I guess you could say it is a little of both.” I shrugged and sipped the beer.

“You’re in the right place to hide, but we don’t get many single women around here anymore. It’s mostly just regulars.” He picked up a glass that was tucked under the bar and gulped down what appeared to be whiskey.

“I thought this place was a little more lively.” I looked around the bar again and then back at him.

“Yeah, we used to be, but we’re not hip or hop or whatever the kids think is cool now.” He chuckled and took another drink. “Works for me. These guys drink enough to keep the place going and I drink for free. I like the tranquility.”

“I was looking for something different…” I stared at my glass and then raised it to my lips again.

“You sure about that?” He took my beer and refilled it the second I sat it down, even though I had barely finished a quarter of it. “I see your type from time to time. What is it? Did you have a big fight with the missus and you just went looking for the first neon sign?”

“Not quite…” I sighed and took a bigger sip from my refilled beer. “I’m not married or anything, I just got interested in the wrong woman.”

“A married woman? I been there.” He chuckled again and started refilling his drink.

“Not married, just not really someone I can get involved with.” I decided it was time to finish my beer and get going, so I started drinking it a little faster, holding onto it so he couldn’t try to whisk it away for a refill.

“Those are the only women that are fun.” He leaned against the bar and narrowed his eyes at me.

“Maybe…” I let out a sigh and kept drinking.