Short Story Sunday 1/1/2017, New Year’s Eve

She knew as soon as her phone rang who it was and what he wanted. He always knew the right time to call, which was also the wrong time to call. She always gave in. She agreed to let him come over, though she really didn’t want him to. She wanted to make a new start, a fresh start. But when the flesh was calling, she answered immediately.

It was New Year’s Eve and she was alone anyway, so might as well have some company, even if it wasn’t the company she wanted. He sent her a text letting her know he was close. She rolled her eyes and turned her phone over. Why did she always say yes when he called? It wasn’t like she liked him. It was just physical. She saw no future with him and she was never satisfied. Yeah, he was hung like a horse, but lord knows he didn’t know what to do with it. She sulked some more just thinking about it.

Her phone rang and it was the gate calling. He was there. She buzzed him in and stared at the ceiling. She had plenty of time to tell him to go back home. She heard a knock on the door and dragged her feet to answer it. She took a deep breath and opened the door. She stared in horror and complete shock…

As you can probably guess, I wasn’t who she was expecting. Much worse, that meant he was still on his way and would be there soon. She was in a panic. Her phone dinged and it was him saying he was 10 minutes away, he had to stop and get gas. She looked back at the man in front of her as he smiled and asked of she was going to let him in. She slowly backed up in a daze. She closed the door and slowly turned around back at him. Why was he here?

Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t mad that this man was here. They had been talking for a while and she had been crushing on him for months. She was just surprised that of all days for him to pop up, it was today. He told here that he couldn’t bare to go another day without finally seeing her and how much he wanted her body, to feed him. Her breath caught in her throat. What the hell? Was he serious? To answer her unasked question, he closed the gap between them and kissed her passionately, working his hands up her shirt. Of course she had no bra on because she was expecting someone else, and her shorts, nonexistent…

he picked her up and headed to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. She stared up at him as he took his shirt off. He got on his knees, head in between her legs. Shit!, she thought. It had been a minute since a man ate her box. She grabbed the sheets before he even slid his tongue between her slick slit. He body relaxed as he went to work; circles, up and down, side to side, in the one spot that always made her cave in minutes. This was not happening, this had to be a dream…

She came twice and he flipped her over on her stomach, sliding his erect manhood inside here. When the hell did he undo his pants?, she wondered but that quickly went away when he grabbed her breasts in each hand, squeezing her hard nipples. She felt that lava about to erupt again as another wave of sensations took over her body. He turned her over and maneuvered his way on top of her, his entrance again without warning. She grabbed his neck, bringing his lips to hers, digging her nails in his back with her other hand. She met his rhythm with her hips to bring him deeper, hitting the right spots. She was about to come when…

There was a knock at the door. They both stopped and looked. The knock came again. He looked at her and asked was she going to answer it, but she couldn’t hear him over the knocks as they got louder and louder. She jumped in the bed. Looking around, she saw no signs of anyone. She looked in the closets, bathroom and living room. She heard the knock again. She looked at the front door. She ran to it smiling until she opened it. Her smile quickly faded.

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