Lucky Chance at Love: Sofia and Mark's Story

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 

I finish my beer talking with Frank and Pete. I wish I could remember what we were talking about. I think it was about soccer. Who knows? Mainly I was nodding, agreeing with whatever they were saying while stealing glances at Sofia. Pete is Frank’s best friend or childhood friend- which I kind of found odd that they’re friends. While Frank is hardworking and dedicated, Pete lives off his mom. His super-rich lawyer mom, but that’s not what’s weird. The fact that Pete doesn’t have any ambition or goals in life, doesn’t work–I’m not sure if he even goes to school- but hangs out with undergrad students to feel young leaves me perplexed. Pete’s taller than me, he has to be around 6’4, with long hair, easy-going and social. I would say he’s good-looking, girls must find him attractive because he has a different one on his arm every time I see him. 

Every now and then, I would see Sofia looking back over her shoulder at me. Silently flirting with her eyes or giving me a shy smile. I would like nothing more than to stomp over and get to know her. Hell, I don’t even know if she’s single. I sure hope so. Sofia doesn’t strike me as the woman who would flirt with other men if she’s in a relationship. Nevertheless, Nikky will be cockblocker tonight. I won’t get the chance to talk to her with no interruptions. You’re a patient man, I remind myself. 

Finally, the need for sleep becomes too much. The beer I had made me even more drowsy. I clasp Frank on the shoulder and tell him, “I’m beat, you guys enjoy the rest of the night” and head towards my room before I get other ideas on how to get to know Sofia.

As I was turning a corner out of the living room, Sofia ran into me while getting out of the guest bathroom -for a moment, I felt a fluttering in my chest. From the impact, she trips and buckles backward. 

“Whoa” I reach out, snaking my arm through her waist to hold her against my body.

“Whoops,” Sofia says. 

My breath caught for an instant, but I recover quickly.

“Don’t want to step on your pretty little toes” We both look down at her toes for a second. I don’t know what Sofia was thinking, but I wish I was sucking them. Dirty man.

I clear my throat… when Nikky approaches us and asks,

“Everything okay?”

Sofia answers: “Yeah, I just ran into Mark. He grabbed me before I fell.”

“Well, are you still falling?” Nikky retorts. 

Against my better judgment, I let go of Sofia, noticing the apartment is awfully quiet. When I look backward, I see everyone looking at us, eyes going back and forth between Sofia, Nikky, and me. Pete has a mischievous grin on his face. Asshole.

“Weren’t you going to sleep, Mark?” Nikky hints, not so subtly. 

“Good night, everybody.” I do a two-finger wave and head towards my room. 

Everyone goes back to their respective conversations. Sofia stays behind and more intimately tells me,

“Good night, Mark. Sleep well.” Almost sadly, then follows Nikky back to the party. 

No need to chase her and look like a desperate teenager. Even though that’s how I feel right now. You’ll get your chance, eventually. Patience, remember. Something I learned while fishing with my grandpa. 

Once I step into the privacy of my room, I strip off my clothes on my way to the shower. I couldn’t get Sofia out of my head, we’re opposites. She was barely 5ft, while I was a little over 6ft. I have fair skin and dark blonde curly hair. Sofia is an exotic beauty with golden glowing, sun-kissed skin and a brunette. I indulged myself, picturing Sofia slowly, seductively getting out of that yellow dress there in the bathroom with me. How it would feel her petite frame naked in my arms, getting to know every inch of her body? 

Sofia has meat on her bones. I appreciate that in a woman. I would worship her like the goddess she is. My e******n was hard as a steel rod, just imagining what her naked body would look like next to mine. What her breasts would feel like in my hands and her n*****s in my mouth. Longing for that friction, I begin to stroke myself. Visualizing Sofia touching herself over her panties. Feeling her moisture through the fabric, Sofia pushes her undies to the side and slips her fingers between her pink glistering folds. Taking charge of her pleasure. My hand pumps up and down my shaft as I imagine Sofia’s breathing getting heavier while she circles her c**t, rubbing it relentlessly until she spasms with her o****m, but I’m not done. I self-indulge, wishing Sofia would enter the shower with me and drop to her knees. My hand morphs into hers, fisting me from the base to the tip. I extend my arm to hold myself against the front wall and tighten my hold, coveting I was sliding into her mouth. Sofia sucking me hard and fast, taking me all in, gagging. I wonder how much can she really take. My eruption follows with the quietest c*m ever. I grit my teeth, my neck tenses and my body shudders as my explosion happens. The walls here are paper thin. The last thing I want is for any of the party guests, especially Sofia, to hear my grunts. 

I get out of the shower, ready for some much-needed sleep. I nod off, wishing Sofia was sleeping in bed next to me, or better yet, in my arms.