Too long
1050 Words
JAMIE WILLIS
"I almost feel bad for Brad," I said as we walked together.
Her body felt soft against mine reminding me how long it had been since I'd been this close to a woman.
Too long.
"No, you don't." She smirked.
She was right. I didn't feel bad for Brad because his loss had given me the opportunity of a lifetime. Assuming I got lucky.
"Let's pretend like you're right." I scoffed. "What happened by the way? If you don't mind me asking."
She shook her head. Her short blonde hair moved effortlessly. "I don't mind. He was a bore. If I had to sit through five more minutes of that then I would have stabbed a fork through my forehead."
We both laughed. She had an easy manner that made our conversation natural. It was almost as if we had known each other for a long time.
"Thanks for rescuing me by the way." She said with a cool smile.
"Anytime," I replied with a confident nod. "It's what I do."
"Whoa! In that case, I should get your number then because I get myself into these awkward spots more times than I like to admit."
I looked down at her. Of course. I could see her being taken on expensive dates almost every evening. Why not? She was gorgeous.
She stirred me towards the direction of my apartment building. At first, I thought nothing of it until we got closer.
"Why do I feel like you're walking me home and not the other way around?" I asked her with a puzzled look on my face.
She sighed.
"I wasn't messing around when I told Brad you're my neighbor."
It took my brain a while to process what she was saying but it finally did. She was my neighbor, the new tenant I hadn't gotten around to welcoming to the building because of my new job as a professor.
She smiled seeing the look of astonishment on my face.
"I'm Jayne." She stretched her hand out.
"Jamie." I shook her soft hand.
We rode the elevator together and I walked her to her door.
"It was fun. Maybe we should do this some other thing. With less walking." She shrieked. "My feet are killing me in these damn shoes."
"We should." I nodded.
Jayne pulled me by my jacket before I could say a single word and dipped her hand into my pocket. She yanked out my phone and held my finger to the sensor unlocking the device. She typed her number before returning the phone where she had gotten it.
Every move she made was seductive and my body stiffened to her gentle charms.
"Bye, for now, Jamie."
She left me standing there with my mouth half open.
I spent most of the night watching porn and when it got to the point where I thought I'd lose my mind, a cold shower eased the pressure. It was either that or m**********g furiously.
I'm going to lose my damn mind if I don't dip my d**k in a wet p***y.
The next day I sat on a park bench growling at nothing and everything. I was in the late stages of frustration.
Just when I was convinced I'd go insane, an idea dropped into my head. I wasn't having any breakthroughs in my book because my knowledge of young women was slim. Non-existent even. But being a lecturer brought me close to living subjects that could assist me with my book even without them knowing.
Jamie, you're a friggin' genius!
So far the only girl I'd been introduced to in the class was Jean and she didn't fit the profile of my heroine. Jean had no problem getting d***s, that part was obvious.
My heroine was someone who struggled with the possibility of getting laid. She wants to get laid but she doesn't know how.
I made a mental note to watch the class closely on Thursday and read the students. There has to be one who would be perfect.
The rush I was having was spontaneous. It felt like every part of my being had come to life.
The walk back home was a fulfilled one. Now I had something to look forward to. I got to the apartment and rode the elevator to my floor.
Seeing Jayne in a silk wrap standing right outside my door knocked the air out of my lungs.
I swallowed hard trying to force the painful lump down my throat. She turned around just as I walked into the hallway with a smile on her pleasant face.
God, she's gorgeous! I thought sucking in air.
I didn't just want her. I need her.
Jayne was a personification of my desires. Her body was incredible and she had the type of face that would put a group of angels into early retirement.
"Hi there," I said as I reached her.
"Hi there too. Just the guy I needed."
Her words sliced through me mercilessly like the blades of a madman. I tried to look nonchalant, undisturbed.
"It's been a while. I was starting to think you bailed out on me."
She shrugged. "I've just been working."
Jayne grabbed my hand pulling me towards her door. "There's something you should see."
My heartbeat quickened. This is it, I thought. This is the sign I've been waiting for!
She opened her door and led me into her room. I didn't know what to expect and at first, I was confused looking at the walls filled with different paintings and multiple layers of colors.
"What do you think?"
I thought you pulled me in here to rip my clothes apart and make sweet, sweet love but now I have no f*****g idea what to think anymore.
"It's great." I managed to say.
"You think so?" She squirmed. "Urh! It means a lot that you like it."
Her hand rubbed against mine in a slow gentle seductive move. It was a move that made all the blood in my body move to one place… my d**k.
"I'm convinced she'll love it too." She said.
She? Who's she?
"Your mom?" I asked trying to understand why she would bring her mom into the conversation.
"No silly. My girlfriend." She snorted. "Her flight arrives in the morning."
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