I kissed her neck, running my mouth up and down the side of it. She moaned softly in her sexy voice. I picked up her petite body, enjoying the curviness of it. She giggled as I put her in the sex swing, strapping her down expertly.
“Are you ready for a ride?” I asked as I snuck my hands around her waist. I needed to fuck. It would help get Sasha out of my head, and I was horny. I liked to have sex as often as I could, or whenever I could get it. Luckily, with Monica, this was never an issue. She loved sex more than I did.
I pulled her panties to the side, exposing her swollen clit. I traced my finger around it, feeling her body respond and her pussy gush with wetness and desire. I inserted my finger gently, parting my mouth with wonder. She bit her bottom lip and squeezed herself around my finger, enticing me to enter her. Like a well-practiced champ, she pulled a condom out of her robe, and I grinned.
“Always prepared, aren’t you?” I commented, my voice low and husky with desire.
I unbuckled my belt, letting my boxers and pants fall to the floor. She helped me put on the condom, the sexiest thing she did, which I loved. I slid into her, wrapping my arms around her. I went in and out at a steady pace, the sex swing gaining momentum. Her pretty, tanned body slid up and down my cock again and again. She moaned in long, breathy sighs. I grunted as sweat built up on my forehead. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I had a crazy image of Sasha in the swing.
“What the hell—” I muttered. I pulled out of her and leaned against the wall, my eyes widening in shock.
“What is it?”
Sasha faded, and Monica once again filled my vision. I shook my head and said, “Nothing. I’ve just had a long day.”
As I continued to fuck her, my mind became more and more hazy. I tried to lose myself in the sensation of sex, trying to disregard what had just occurred. Why did I envision Sasha?
SASHA
We had agreed to meet at a Starbucks in Midtown to begin the planning. I wore my pretty red dress because I thought Shane might find it attractive. I wasn’t planning on chasing him or anything, but he deserved to know what he’d been missing. My brother would be late as usual. He had taken the day off from work so we could do this, but his job was uptight about it. My phone rang. Not surprisingly, it was Eddy.
“Where are you? I’ve been waiting for ten minutes.”
“I can’t get out of work, sis. Something came up. Can you meet Shane and start without me? We can do more when I get off later.”
“Are you serious? I have to plan this with him by myself?” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Sorry. I really can’t leave. I would if I could, you know that.”
“Okay. Fine. I’ll do it, but you owe me,” I joked, trying hard to swallow the bile in the back of my throat. I hadn’t been alone with Shane since we were young, and now I had to sit with him for who knows how long. “Oh, and by the way, your job sucks and you need a new one,” I added. Since he’d been working that job, he’d been miserable. I was genuinely concerned, aside from the Shane issues.
“I know, I know. Everyone has been telling me that. I might start working with Shane soon, but I don’t know. This is a good job, financially.”
“The most rewarding professions aren’t about money. I’ll never really have to work a day in my life,” I replied, speaking of my teaching.
“But you might have to go to China,” he said sarcastically. I scoffed. “Gotta go. Talk to you later.”
“Okay, bye.”
I heard a loud rumble as I disconnected the call. The people in front of me looked out the window as Shane parked his motorcycle near Starbucks, his leather coat shining in the sun. He had a backpack on, and he looked cool and collected. My heart raced. He pulled his helmet off. He wore sunglasses and looked sexy as hell. Fuck, I thought.
He strutted into Starbucks, completely unaware of the fact that everyone was staring at him. Maybe he was used to it—I mean, he did look like a damn supermodel. I took a sip of my tall mocha latte, my mouth set in a straight, thin line. I did not want him knowing he made me want to stare, too. If I had to feel so ridiculously powerless, I would do it with dignity.
“Hey,” he greeted me as he took a seat opposite me.
“You’re late.”
“I know, I know. I got… caught up,” he said, looking dreamily off into the distance.
I was curious about what he had been so busy with, but I retained my composure. “So, my brother can’t be here. He has work.”
“Ugh. Again? I keep telling him to get rid of that job,” he replied.
I nodded furiously, genuinely engaged against my will. “Me too. It sucks. He’s not been the same since he got this job, you know?”
“Yup, I’ve noticed that, too. But you know how he is. Stubborn as hell.” Shane shrugged.
I pulled out my notebook and laid it in front of me. I had already downloaded a party planner for free online. Shane raised an eyebrow. “My, you’re prepared, aren’t you?”
“Not nearly enough. This is one of the most important days of my parents’ lives. I have to get it right,” I explained as I sipped my coffee. “Do you want anything?” I gestured to the baristas.
“Nah. Got it covered.” He pulled out an energy drink which he opened and slurped obnoxiously. I watched the liquid spill down his throat in giant gulps. Everyone was still staring at him. I had to admit, he was more attractive because he just didn’t give a shit. For someone as organized as me, that was intriguing.
“Okay…” I began. “Well, money is a bit tighter than usual. Mom and Dad are planning more for retirement.”
“Money isn’t an issue. I’m helping out,” Shane insisted.
“No. You don’t have to. Really,” I argued instinctively.
“They’re like my family. This is my present. You know I’m not good at that corny sentimental shit,” he said.
“I suppose, but thank you anyway,” I replied.
His eyes locked with mine, his beautiful face breaking into that huge grin. I nearly melted, so I took another sip of my coffee and noticed my fingers were shaking. I placed the cup carefully on the table and hid my hands so he wouldn’t see.
“They want to have a block party, but I’m not sure how realistic that is,” I told him.
“I could pull some strings. I know a lot of people who own property around there. If we couldn’t get the block, maybe we could do a rooftop party,” he suggested.
“That’s a great idea, actually. Better, even. Do you think you could get us a place?” I asked, my spirits rising.
“Yeah. Definitely. I already know of a cool place in Williamsburg. It overlooks Manhattan.”
“Perfect,” I replied, writing it down. “So your job will be to find a place. Is that okay?’
“I’m good at getting jobs done, so sure,” he said with a wink. My face blushed again, the heat consuming me. He leaned closer. “Well, what do you know? Someone is blushing.”
“I am not,” I lied, looking down and away from him.
He laughed. “You know, you haven’t changed much.”
“Thanks?” I said sarcastically.