19 comments/ 15008 views/ 12 favorites Danielle and David Ch. 02 By: vickivale "Excuse me is this chair taken?" There was that same familiar voice. I looked up to see Peter Johnson, construction coordinator. "Oh hey, Mr. Johnson, No this chair is available." "Mind if I join you?" "Um, Well..." "Silly me, you are waiting for someone aren't you?" "Well sort of but he's late." "He's late; he should know better than to keep a pretty lady, like you, waiting." I blushed. "Thank you." "Well, I just saw a familiar face and thought I would come and join you but since you are busy..." Oh no, I was just going to finish my coffee and continue reading my book and hopefully he'd be here by then if not I was going to head out. So please join me. "Oh ok, if it's no trouble." "No trouble at all." I said shrugging my shoulders. I watched as Peter pulled the chair out and sat down. He was a handsome guy that sort of reminded me of Adam Levine. He even had the dimple in the same place. I knew a few girls that had tried to get his attention but in the end they said that he was married to his job. Now here he sat across from me, hair slightly tussled and clothing a bit wrinkled. "Hard night?" I said looking at his clothing. "Oh yeah, well, we are in the of the Roberts project and I have been spending a lot of nights at the job and decided I needed to get out and get some fresh air." He said shyly. "Oh I see. I hear that you may be promoted after this project because landing the account was your idea." "Yes, I had an in road that really paid off. However, Can we talk about something other than work? What's the book you were reading when I approached?" Oh I'll Walk Alone by Mary Higgins Clark; she is one of my favorite Fiction authors. I love suspense. Yeah I have read a few of her books, I like that she is not too harlequin novel. Her characters fall in love but none of that 'he could smell her arousal type shit in it.'" I laughed and agreed with him. I could never really get into the romance novels. They just appeared to be bogus, that stuff doesn't happen in real life. Peter and I talked for about an hour. David never showed up nor did he call me, not even a text. I was really disappointed and maybe I showed it because Peter seemed to stop midsentence and change the subject altogether. "So who was this guy that was supposed to meet you?" He was saying looking at me intently. "Oh just some guy." "So this is not a husband or a boyfriend?" "Oh no, this was our actual first meeting. I said a bit reluctant to admit it." "What's a pretty lady like you doing being set up on a blind date? I would think you would have many suitors." He said leaning forward. "Well, Mr. Johnson..." "Oh no, just call me Peter we are not in the office. We are just two colleagues having a cup of coffee. Really, Peter is fine." "Ok Peter, no one set me up. I called a singles line a few months ago I was bored and I meet this really nice guy we talked on the phone a few times and text each other often. So he decided we should meet tonight but obviously that did not happen." I said confessing it all with a big sigh. "I see, so you are not seeing anyone at the moment?" "Nope and doesn't look like it's going to change anytime soon." I smiled weakly beginning to feel like the fool I must have looked like. "Well, he's a fool to stand you up. Too bad he'll never know what he could have had with you. Thanks. Looking at my cup of coffee realizing that it was empty, I decided to gather my things and get home. I could feel my throat tightening and a lump was starting to form. I knew any minute my eyes were going to tear up. I didn't want to be in a public place when I started crashing emotionally. Peter reached across the table slightly touching my hand, most likely sensing my emotional breakdown, and said, "If it helps, I really enjoyed talking to you and would love to do it again." I smiled weakly, nodding in agreement afraid to say anything, the lump was getting bigger. "Listen do you mind giving me your cell phone number or you can have mine." He said with a hint of hope in his voice. "I don't know," I said clearly my voice so it would not sound weak. "I try not to have the cliché office romance." Peter chuckled a bit, he said, "well thanks for the vote of confidence but I was just hoping to chat sometime." I had to smile. He really was working hard to make me feel better. I gathered my stuff and walked over to the nearest garbage bin to throw out my empty cup. He followed me. I headed towards where I had parked my car fully aware that Peter was walking with me. When I got to my car, I said, "Well this is me." "Nice car", he said not looking at the car at all. I could feel his eyes on me and I began to become a bit unsettled. I unlocked my car and looked at him. There was an uncomfortable silence as I waited for him to retreat but instead he broke the silence. "I'm still waiting to see if I can call you sometimes. I would love to chat over coffee again or maybe we can actually get something to eat." I took out my cell phone, "what's your number?" As he recited his number to me I press the numbers into my phone and pressed send. His phone rang a few seconds later. He fished his phone out of his pocket looked down at the caller ID and said. "There you are" "Indeed." Thanks for the conversation and trusting me with your number." He said pressing save on his cell phone. "You are welcome. Thanks for everything." I said gratefully. "Well, his lost will hopefully be my gain." He said with a smile that reached his eyes and cause his face to light up. "See you at work tomorrow?" I'll be there I said as I lowered myself into my car and he after making sure I was in closed the door behind me. I waved at him as I put the keys in the ignition and started the car. He stood there until I pull off. Looking back in my rearview mirror, I watched him turn and walk to his car. I thought to myself, "OH MY GOD!" ~~*~~*~~*~~ 3 Months Later "Hello?" "Hey Baby, I be there in 20 minutes" "Ok, listen can you stop at the store and pick up some ranch Salad dressing, I thought I had some but it's barely any in the bottle." "Sure. I'll see you in a few. "Okay, Love you" "Love you too" ~~*~~*~~*~~ Peter and I had started talking more and meeting at Starbucks once a week until one night he asked me if I would like to go get something to eat after our Starbucks rendezvous. I remember it like yesterday. We had been meeting every Thursday night at Starbucks at 7:30. We would talk for an hour and laugh about things that happen at work. Then he would walk me to the car and watch me drive off. Except this time he asked, "Are you hungry?" "Yes, I could stand to eat something." "Could you stand to eat something with me?" He pressed. "Well sure, what did you have in mind?" "Well, let's go to Sizzler's over on Davis Street." "Okay, I'll meet you there." I said getting ready to start my car. Hey Dani, why don't I follow you home so you can drop off your car? That way we can go to the restaurant together." I hesitated. "I know sounds crazy but I would love for this to be our first official date. So I would like to pick you up at your house, take you to Sizzler and bring you home again." "What the hell, let's do it." I could see the relief in his face. I then wondered how long he had been planning to ask me out. We drove to my house. I pulled into my garage. Stopping by the bathroom for quick pit stop and to fresh my lip gloss, I locked up my house again and got in his car. He was listening to KBLX on his radio. He looked over at me and said, "You ready?" He smiled and that one dimple just melted all my anxiety away. "Yes sir." We drove through town, barely speaking a word to each other. I couldn't think of anything interesting to say, and I could tell that Peter was racking his brains for something to say. This was the man that I had spent hours talking to at Starbucks and we had spent time talking on the phone also, if anything our relationship was built on conversation. Now we couldn't say anything. For fifteen minutes, they sat in awkward silence. Until, Peter decided to change the radio station to KRQR and we heard the beginning of Maroon 5's Moves like Jagger. We both start bopping our heads and singing the lyrics. We laughed as we allowed the music to break the silence. I had to admit, I love this song. Adam is SO sexy." Peter looked at me and smiled, "You know people say I look like a nerdy Adam." He said with a bit of pride. "I can see that. I actually said that about you myself. Well not the nerdy part, but that you remind me of Adam." I smiled back at him We both relaxed and conversation came easier. As the song ended and our conversation continued, Peter was turning into the parking lot of the Sizzler's. He told me to wait a minute. He opened his door walked over to the passenger side and opens the door for me. I thanked him and we walked to the entrance. He opened the door for me allowing me to walk through first. He stood behind me in the line and asked me what I would like. We looked over the menus on the wall. I ended up with the all you can eat shrimp and steak combo with salad bar and a sprite, while he order the Malibu chicken with salad bar and iced tea. We had a small wait for a table. When we were seated, we began to talk about how many times we had eaten at Sizzler's and what we had ordered. I told him I always seem to order the same thing. The waitperson came and took our table numbers and retreated to the kitchen. "I am really glad you said that you would come out with me tonight." Peter said in a serious tone. "I'm glad that you asked me." "Danielle, I really like you and I would really like an opportunity to see where this will go." "Ok." Not knowing what else to say at the moment. "I mean we are both adults right. "I sure you could tell from the first time I approached you at Starbucks that I was attracted to you. I let him continue. "It's just I think that we have some common interest. "Peter, you are right. You are right there is an attraction there on both ends. So yeah I can say I willing to see where it will go. "What about that guy." "Well "that guy" has never called back. So it is what it is." Peter slightly stood up and leaned over the table kissing me softly on the lips. At first I was shocked and did not know what to do but the kiss was nice. "I'm sorry; I have wanted to do that for several weeks now." "Remind me to tell you to do it again later." I smiled teasingly. Peter seemed to get confidence from the kiss and reached over the table touching my rubbing my hands. We ate, talked and laughed. About two hours later we were full and ready to call it a night. We walked back to the car and chatted all the way back to my house. We sat in the car chatting for a few minutes more. We started talking about who would make the most unlikely couples in Hollywood in a movie or real life. Peter came up with Woody Allen and Whoopi Goldberg. He started having a conversation between the two doing imitations of their voices that were dead on. He started them talking sexy to each and I just about lost it. I could feel Peter starring at me as I laughed controllably. I tried to stop laughing when I felt his eyes on me but that seemed to make me laugh even more. At one point, I had even managed to snort, which only invoked more laughter. The smile that had spread across his face revealed his one deep dimple on his left cheek. "You have the cutest laugh I have ever heard," he said smiling at me. I finally calmed down enough to compose myself. It had been a long time since I had a good belly laugh. Still feeling eyes on me, I looked up to see Peter intently gazing at. Something about the way he was staring at me seemed different, like he had just noticed something he hadn't seen before. The look started to make me feel a little self-conscious, as well as a little flustered. Clearing my throat, effectively snapping Peter out of the trance he was in. The tension in the car immediately got thicker. I wondered if the scene Peter had described earlier about Woody and Whoopi was now raising thoughts in Peter's head. I knew I was starting to have some thoughts. What would it be like to be intimate with the man that was sitting next to me? To be able to see his pale skin contrasted against mine, to be able to feel him underneath my hands? I felt myself getting hot, shimming out of my jacket, I asked if I could roll the window down to get some air. "Are you hot?" Peter asked "Just a bit." I admitted trying not to look at him I did not want my eyes to give me a way. "Sure, you can roll the window down." Sensing movement in my peripheral, I turned my gaze ever so slightly to see Peter moving toward me. I leaned to meet him halfway and our lips met. At first we both were hesitant. Peter began to press my lips deeper and I felt his mouth open and he offered me his tongue. I accepted and his hands cupped my face to bring me into the kiss more. Finally I broke the kiss and tried to catch my breath. I could feel the warm in the pit of my stomach moving slowly down and my nipples were hard and pressing against my lace bra. I knew if I did not stop it now, Peter and I would find ourselves having sex in his car. "I am not a teenager," I repeated several times to myself, "get a grip, girl." I was having a difficult time trying to concentrate on what Peter was saying. Thinking about the explicit sex scene he had described and the kiss we just shared it was hard to ignore that I was attracted to the man sitting next to me. The tension that had built between us was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Placing my jacket on the floor of the car, I got this definitive feeling of being watched. I didn't need to look to know whose eyes were now fixed upon me. I started to imagine Peter touching me and caressing me, warmth started to pool in my panties. I let out a small sigh. Peter seemed to let out a sigh of his own. He probably was not even aware that he had done it, which made it all the more arousing for me. I looked down at my legs and noticed that my skirt had exposed the lower part of my thigh. I glanced over at Peter and noticed he was rubbing his thigh near his manhood, no doubt trying to find some sort of release. It made me wonder how hard he had gotten from our kiss. Slowly, I began to inch his hand toward him. I didn't know how much more I could take sitting there with him. A sort of pressure was beginning to build within me, and I unconsciously began to rub my legs together in order to relieve some of it. It wasn't really helping though. I was so wound up at this point, that she barely even registered that Peter had started lightly rubbing my thigh, causing my skirt to raise more. Inch by inch, Peter's hand moved across my thigh until he had his whole hand touching me. He caressed my thigh and didn't linger there. Slowly his hand move higher to its intended destination. My breathing had started to pick up. I knew where Peter's hand was going, and I didn't make any move to stop it. I wanted so bad to tell Peter to touch me more and beg him for the release I was craving. His hand moved up her leg higher and higher. I slide in my seat making it easier for him to gain access and Peter took that moment to plunge his hand in and rub my pussy. I couldn't take the pressure, and let out a small moan. Peter smiled when he felt soaked my panties were. When that soft moan escaped my lips, Peter didn't contain himself, he reached out, pulling me to him, and he crushed his lips to mine. Before I was even aware of it, Peter had taken full control and was now ravishing me with kisses. I could feel the ruff stubble of his facial hair rubbing against my chin as he pressed his mouth to mine. Peter had never removed his hand from between my legs, and was now furiously rubbing his palm against my panty clad mound. The sensation he was giving me caused me to moan, allowing him the chance to dip his tongue into my awaiting mouth. Removing his hand from between my legs, he pushed his seat back and laid it backwards. "Come here" he said with lust lacing his voice. I climbed over to him and laid flush on his body. The action perfectly placed my pussy on his hard cock. Peter started kissing me again and I lost myself within the kisses that he was giving her. I could feel his hardness and was aroused by it. My hands moved up to rap themselves in his dark hair; I began slowly grinding against him. The repetitive movement caused a low groan to slip past his lips. Suddenly, Peter grabbed onto my ass, and in one swift movement, lifted my skirt to my waist. He ground his body against her, and his hard member rubbed against her sensitive clit, I wanted to reach down and unzip his pants and feel his cock but before I could my ass collided with the steering wheel and hit the horn. The sudden blast of the horn effectively caused us to stop. We laughed and said maybe this was not the best place to continue this. We both were breathing heavily, and more than a little flustered. Tension began to build back up again. But this time, it was not from the every growing arousal between us. This one was different. The car was filled with embarrassment and the scent of their close encounter. I climbed back to my side of the car and gathered my things. "Would you like to come in for a night cap?" I said as an afterthought. "Sure. Maybe we could finish what we started?" He said regaining his composer. "Thought you'd never ask" I said as I searched for the keys in my purse. ~~*~~*~~*~~ Now we were seeing more of each other and I was happy. We just made a nice sweet couple. Our sex was fulfilling and we never let anything from the office enter our personal time together, nor did we let our personal life interfere with us at work. Every so often I would think about David, but then I would dismiss it. He has his chance and for whatever reason, he decided to not show up. Danielle and David Ch. 03 Chapter 3 David My name is David Schultz. This is the story of how I found and lost the girl that I thought was my key to happiness. I had been in and out of relationships for the past five years, and I was beginning to think that love was a hoax that someone thought was a good idea, but in reality didn't pan out well for anyone. For the most part people were just fooling themselves into to thinking that love was attainable. Don't get me wrong, I really wanted to be in love. Up till now, that just seemed unrealistic. So I busied myself with professional body building and made a decent name for myself and won a few local championships, which gave me a comfortable lifestyle. I was a bit careless with the "groupies" of the sport and got a couple girls pregnant, resulting in two children 11 months apart. I could not make it work with either mother of the children, but I love my kids dearly and would hand them the world on a silver platter if they asked me to. My best friend, Brad Weir and I decided to open up a gym where we could help individuals who were interested in the toning up their bodies and beginning a career in professional body building. Once I stopped competing, I got a job at the local factory so I could pay the bills while not eating up the savings that I had accumulated. Things were going nicely, but somehow I still wanted that elusive relationship. ~~*~~*~~*~~ One Year Ago I had come in from one of my intense workouts, and I needed a hot long shower and maybe some Icy Hot for my sore stretched muscles. After taking my shower, I decided to make some spaghetti and garlic bread and lay on the couch until I fell asleep. While the food was cooking I grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator, and on the counter I noticed a postcard that had been left at my door a few weeks earlier. I read the card briefly. It was an ad for a new local singles chat line, and I decided to check it out. Glancing over at my pasta sauce and lowering the heat, I went to the living room to get my cell phone and returned to the kitchen. I called the number and spoke to the customer service rep to start an account; they were having a special get one free month with a two month membership. The customer service rep gave me a number that I would need to call in to set up my voicemail box with a personal greeting that the ladies would hear when they called in. He explained if I was not online and a lady wanted to chat with me, she would be able to leave a message in my voicemail box, which I would be able to retrieve the next time I called in. It sounded simple enough, and if anything I would get some great phone sex out of it. My cock awakened at the thought of sex. I had set up my greeting that ladies would hear as they perused through the members' profiles. I was going through the prompts of setting up my voicemail, when I heard a chime followed by a recorded voice: "Someone wants to chat with you. Press 1 to hear their message and accept, press 2 to send a message without hearing theirs, press 3 to go to the next caller ..." I pressed 1. After all, I was here to meet someone, right? When I heard her voice, I knew that she was the one. Her introduction was simple: Hi, my name is Danielle. I'm a simple girl looking for a simple guy. I'm looking for friendship and wherever that takes us. I'm new to this so I'm not sure what to say. But I know this; your message got my attention. So here I am. Oh, I hope you don't mind I am African American, and I'm considered a BBW. Ok, bye! Once again, I was aware that my cock was awake. My pants were getting a bit tight in the crotch, and I had to readjust myself to relieve some pressure. To my surprise, her recorded voice was nothing compared to when she came online. We chatted about the weather, the city, and our likes and dislikes. She could have recited the alphabet and I would be okay with it. Before we got off the phone, I had to get her number so we could talk without having to go through the chat line. She agreed. From that moment on, we talked at least oncee day, either voice to voice or through text. ~~*~~*~~*~~ After three weeks, it was time for me to meet this angel. I had the distinct feeling that I was in a relationship without all the hassles of relationship, but with her I wanted the hassle. I wanted to have dinner with her, wanted to go to a movie, wanted to feel her skin under my hands and wake up in the morning with her at my side. It was a strange way to feel, having never laid eyes on her. That was easy enough to remedy though. So I picked up my cell phone and sent a text. David: "Wht r u doin?" ~~*~~*~~*~~ I was sitting in my living room, watching the news and trying to get my nerves under control. I checked my watch - it was 6:30 PM. I had everything in order for tonight's date. I was excited to finally see Danielle. I had been fantasizing about this for the past few weeks. Actually I was surprised that Danielle agreed. I could really see this going the distance, and the possibilities right now were endless. Danielle seemed to be everything that I had wanted in a girlfriend. This woman could possibly be the one to take me off the market, a thought that I would never had previously entertained, but Danielle -- she was the total package! I thought to myself; Look at me, thinking about a future with someone other than my old reliable friend, Butch. "Here Butch." My furry four-legged friend bounced toward me, wagging his tail. "That's a good boy," I told him, petting his head "Up, Butch, up." I patted the couch next to me "Oh who's a happy boy?" I always liked rubbing his belly. This had been our routine for God knows how long. Butch was not the 'typical dog' a single man, like myself, would own. He was a Golden Retriever that I discovered had been left behind in my new condo when I moved in five years earlier, and I just adopted him. I renamed him Butch to make him sound more masculine of course he couldn't tell what his name was otherwise. Butch and I had become inseparable. He even slept in bed with me. "That's going to change after tonight, my old friend," I told him, "Daddy's getting a girl tonight, and hopefully she'll be sharing my bed. Sorry dude." My ringing phone interrupted my conversation with Butch. Who the fuck is calling me now and interrupting my bonding time with Butch? I pondered checking my phone. My caller ID showed my friend, Spike. I hadn't talked to him in several months. I answered the phone. "What's up, Spikey?" "Nothing really, I'm just under a lot of stress," he huffed. "What's going on?" "Nothing I can't handle. Was wondering if we could lift some weights tonight?" "Not tonight dude got a date." "A date?" Spike spoke with a little too much surprise in his voice. "Yep, a date, you say that shit like it's an anomaly or something that I would have a date." "I didn't know you were seeing someone." Spike was trying to calm his voice again. "That's good though. I mean it's been a while since you've even tried to date." "Well after tonight, I hopefully will be 'seeing her'. This is our first meeting." "What do you mean your first meeting?" Spike voice sounded concerned. "Well," I paused, "I've never actually seen her in person." "A blind date? You've never wanted to do a blind date. Remember when I tried to set you up with my cousin? Shit, you almost kicked my ass." "Well turns out when I saw her, I should have kicked your ass." I laughed, shaking my head at the memory. Spike laughed, too "Yeah well, you can just try it. Anyway dude, she was legal, had a crush on you and wanted a 'love connection'. What time's your date?" "7:30 and I'm meeting her at Starbucks on E14th before coming back to my place for dinner, which is being prepared by Gabriel." I said with pride. "Gabe is having it delivered here at 8." "Yeah, yeah I know that place. So who is this chick? I mean damn, you pulling out all stops having Gabe's ass cook for you and shit. She must be someone you want to keep around." As I described to my good friend Spike my brief relationship with Danielle, if that what you call it, he did not interrupt me at all, which was unusual for him. I knew there must be something really important going on with him. Any other time, he would have had thousands of questions. Spike was the kind of guy you had to give him room to open up. How does the saying go, something about wine before it's time? That was Spike. You couldn't rush him. I started from the beginning, telling him how I met her on the chat line and how we had been chatting on the phone every day, and how even a couple of times we'd fallen asleep sending texts to each other. "So let me get this straight, you have never met this girl, but you are like almost gushing over her? Damn, what kind of magic spell has she cast over you? Dude, you got it bad. Hell, if her voice does this to you, what will the veejayjay do to you?" "Man! Yeah I guess I do sound hooked. Fuck It, She makes me smile, dude, I don't know what else to say. I think about her all the time and can't wait until we can chat. Now I am ready to see if sparks fly in person." "You got it bad for her; I hope she's worth it." "Oh man, Danielle is." "Danielle?" "Yes, that's her name, you know her or something?" "Uhhh no, just sounds familiar to me. Hell maybe, I don't know. Well good luck. Let me know how things go, I want a full report, including any exchanging of bodily fluids," Spike chuckled. "Thanks. Maybe tomorrow night we can get together and lift weights, if you have time." "Sounds good to me, remember a full report, dude." "Man, if she is what I am hoping she is, what we do is our business. Get your own bump n grind." "There you go, always wanting to hold out. You know sometimes we have to live vicariously through others, especially those of us not getting any. Talk to you tomorrow to set up a time to get together." After hanging up with Spike, I glanced at my watch again. I got up to jump in the shower and prepare for my date. I smiled at myself in the mirror; I was really looking forward to meeting this woman. Everything needed to be perfect. It didn't matter what she looked like physically; her personality and what I already knew about her was more important at this point to me. Even though she had told me what she looked like -- and she sounded gorgeous -- right now I wanted to explore what was developing. Danielle seemed just what the doctor ordered in my life right now. She wasn't like the others, so full of drama or on some urgent mission to get married. We could actually relax and get to know one another, build something that would last, with no pressure for more too quickly. ~~*~~*~~*~~ I checked my condo to make sure it was ready. The candles were in place. I put the roses that I had brought home with me from work in a vase as a perfect center piece. I set the table like my mom showed me how to do as a kid when we were getting ready for a family dinner. I had to admit, I was putting my best foot forward. Hopefully the setting would entice Danielle into wanting to begin taking this to the next level, whatever that may be. Or at least entice her into some great sex. Of course, all that was contingent on if she would have me, and after tonight I would know. I took one more look at my condo, grabbed my coat and keys, locked the door, and headed for my car in the parking garage. Getting into my car, I thought about texting her to tell her I was on my way. Then I decided that was overkill. I started my car and turned the volume up on the car stereo. I checked behind me to see if the coast was clear and caught my reflection in the rearview mirror. I saw the face of a handsome gent who was going to claim his girl, I thought to myself as I backed out of my parking spot. ~~*~~*~~*~~ David's POV I turned down E14th Street on my way to Starbucks, and I speculated over the upcoming evening in my head to make sure nothing was out of place. For some reason I was really anxious about this date. The food would be delivered at 8, which would give us enough time to meet at Starbucks and get back to my condo with a bit of time to spare. I really had to thank Gabriel for fixing his special meal for us tonight. He was the head chef at his exclusive restaurant and prepared a different menu every night, but tonight he was going over and above for me with a special personal menu. That was not lost on me. I owed him big time for this one. My car stereo was playing a song I really liked. I was glad Danielle told me about this new, well to me anyway, R&B artist, Q Parker. I liked many of his songs, "Yes" was decadent and provocative, and it seemed just right to set the mood for the evening. I turned up the sound and started singing along. My phone rang and I glanced over to see who was calling me. Stopping at the stoplight, I reached over and picked up the phone to return the call. Whoever it was didn't answer the phone, so I tossed the phone back onto the passenger seat. I figured if it was important, they would leave a message or call back. When the light turned green, I entered the intersection, just as another car was running the red light. I jerked the steering wheel to the left to avoid a collision, but to my horror that put me face to face with an oncoming Motorcyclist. We swerved causing me to clip the SUV on the other side of me. And spun me back into the intersection, where the 82L bus whacked into me. My head slammed against the glass window to my left, I heard the glass shatter and a crack, then something warm sliding down my face. Blood? The airbag exploded into my face, forcing me back into my seat. I was stunned. Light headed. My arm felt weird. I felt a stabbing sensation in my chest. I tried to move, but my leg didn't seem to work. My peripheral vision was getting tighter and tighter. I heard my phone ringing, faintly in the distance, again. From outside the car came a voice asking me if I was okay. I believed I heard myself answer, "Yes, just tell Danielle that I'm running a bit late." Did I say it or just think it. Fuck, I can barely breath the pain is so intense. Then there was nothing. Everything went black. ~~*~~*~~*~~ The Accident -- Spike's POV I was so caught up in my thoughts that I was not paying attention to the road. The music on the radio was getting on my nerves. I reached over to change the station to something more relaxing. I wasn't driving fast, and traffic was light. Music was always a great distraction for me. I knew I was approaching the intersection, but I thought I had enough time to switch the station. I glanced down and hit the programmed #3 button for KBLX, and then I glanced up just as the yellow light was turning red. By then I was going a little too fast to come to abrupt stop, so I decided to go through the light. In the middle of the intersection, I saw a black car swerve, narrowly missing my car. For some reason the thought occurred to me that the car looked a lot like David's car. To my horror, I watched through my rearview mirror at the price of my wretched judgment in running the red light. When I saw the black car spinning out, I stepped on my brakes and gasped and watched a bus hit the car broadside, pushing it a quarter ways up the block. I immediately looked for the first available parking spot and ran like hell to see if I could help. I really felt bad that my deplorable choice had caused this terrible collision. I just had to help, any way that I could. I prayed that the unfortunate soul in that car would be okay. I could never forgive myself if there were serious injury -- or worse. As I ran, I yelled, "Someone call 911!" I approached the car, frightened at what I would see. "Are you okay?" I shouted to the person in the car. I tried to see if I could get whoever was inside out. I ran to the driver's side of the car and spotted a lot of blood. "Oh God," I prayed, "Let them be okay." "Are you okay?" I shouted again, this time with more panic in my voice. Shit, this did not look good. I heard a very faint noise like someone was speaking, sounding like: "Yes, just tell Danielle I'm running a bit late." The voice was faint and the words were a bit slurred. I thought, "That voice sounded familiar. Could it be?" With all the shattered glass, blood and the angle of his face, I could not see him clearly. The airbag looked as if it was suffocating him, and the blood was matting his blond hair. I looked at the mangled mess of a car and prayed this man would be okay. ~~*~~*~~*~~ The ambulance arrived a few minutes later. I was still feverishly trying to help the person out of the car. The paramedic told me to "back away" and they took over, making a path for the firemen who were now rushing in with the Jaws of Life. I retreated and watched as they pried the man out of the car. I just stood there, motionless, frozen with anxiety. Was it David? It was bad enough that I had caused the accident, but had I also done this to my friend? I gasped when I saw the driver being placed on the gurney. My fear was realized. It was David. I couldn't breathe. My eyes filled with tears. I felt myself moving at a fast pace toward the stretcher and I desperately asked, "Is he going to be okay?" "Sir, I'm, going to have to ask you to step back please." The paramedic continued, "We need room to work." "This is MY fucking friend; I want to know if he is okay." "Sir, I understand, but you must step back, please, and we will take care of your friend." I ran my fingers through my hair and took a few steps backwards. I felt like crying, screaming, running, and yelling, all at the same time. My pulse quickened. My blood was flowing through my veins like the Mississippi River at high flood. This is my fucking fault kept running through my head. God please let my friend be okay. This is my fucking fault. I looked over to the paramedics hovering over David, and then I heard his voice. He was alive! He was conscious! His words were slurred almost indistinctively as he was repeating, "Call Danielle, Call Danielle. Call..." Then he went silent again. I remembered what David had said earlier on the phone. He was on his way to a date. He sounded so happy on the phone. Fuck! I contemplated, if only I had been paying attention. I watched as they worked on David, preparing to put him into the ambulance. "What hospital are you taking him to?" I asked a passing paramedic. "Alameda County Medical Center," he replied over his shoulder. "It used to be Highland Hospital right? Is he going to be okay?" I walked with them towards their van. "Yes, Highland Hospital. You can follow us." They rushed to load David into the ambulance. I didn't want to interfere. "Thank you," I said, turning to run to my car. I beat myself up as I ran. Why didn't I just stop? God damned; you hear about this shit. You just never think it will happen to you. Hell, it didn't, it happened to the nicest guy I know. Fuck me. Getting into the car, I picked up my phone and dialed David's mother's number. After making a few more calls, I was on my way to the hospital. First, I needed to make a stop. It was the least I could do for a friend. ~~*~~*~~*~~ When I arrived at the hospital, David's mother, Doris, was there and talking with the doctor. It had been about an hour since the accident. I walked slowly up to Doris, who turned and smiled weakly and held her hand out to me. I swallowed hard and approached, taking her hand and returning my own weak smile. The doctor was saying. "He has suffered a concussion, with severe bruising to his chest and abdomen. We are running series of tests to assess the damage and determine any long term effects. We are mainly concerned about potential internal bleeding and the head injury. We have given him some pain medication. He dislocated his left shoulder and his left leg is broken in two places. We want to monitor him for the next few days to make sure there is no swelling around the brain. He lost quite a bit of blood, so we are giving him a blood transfusion. He also has twenty stitches from the gash on his head, and we shaved the area to keep it clean from infection. We also stitched up the gash on his chest. No major organs were damaged. We will move him to ICU until we get the results back from the tests. Then we can ascertain the best recovery steps for him. Danielle and David Ch. 03 I was relieved --- slightly -- but I still felt responsible. Doris squeezed my hand. "Thank you, Doctor" she said quietly. "May we see him now?" "Yes, though he is not conscious at the moment. He's been in and out since they brought him into the ER." She nodded, and we followed the doctor. I looked at my friend and could feel the tears swelling in my eyes once again. His face was so swollen. He looked like he'd been beaten within an inch of his life. I tried to blink them away. I didn't want to cause David's mother any more concern. She on the other hand sobbed, freely saying between sobs, "Momma's here baby, Momma's here." After a period of time, she composed herself and turned to me, "Thanks, Spikey, for calling me." The pain in her eyes, her tear strained, mascara streaked cheeks. All I could do was stand there with my bowed head. "Of course, mom, I know David would have done the same if it were me. We are like brothers." "Yes, I know, son. Were you with him?" "No ma'am." I turned to look away because I didn't know what to say, then I simply added, "I saw everything though. I was in another car." I couldn't bring myself to say that I was the cause of the accident. I grimaced at that thought. I didn't even think I could tell David. This one I needed to suffer in silence. But David would be okay, the doctor said. I thank God it wasn't worse, but for now; I decided to keep the major detail about the accident to myself. I stopped punishing myself long enough to hear Doris say, "Thank God you were there and called me," She turned to David again, "my poor darling baby boy." She sat next to his bed and took David's hand in hers. The only way I knew she was crying again was the occasional sniff. I walked over to her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Finally I allowed my tears to flow. ~~*~~*~~*~~ The Recovery David I was watching TV and rubbing on the scar just above my hair line. The doctor was right. As my hair started growing back, the thin scar would be less and less noticeable. I had developed a bad habit of rubbing it like it would help me piece together the fragments of my memory I had lost. I have tried and tried to remember what happened that night a little over three months ago. Nothing! And nothing before the accident, either. I couldn't even remember why I was in my car that night. It seemed like chunks of my life were just carved out of my memory. The doctor said with head injuries like mine, amnesia was common. My memory could come back piece by piece, or maybe one event would trigger a flood of memories to overwhelm me all at once, though it had been documented that some had never regained their lost memories. I had several conversations with Spike when he came to visit, that is, when he and his girl weren't doing something. He tried to fill me in and told what he witnessed that night. I guess there are worse things than memory loss. From what Spike had told me, it sounded like I could have died. 'He was there, but were we in the car together? No, he would have told me. I guess him being there could have been a coincidence; maybe I was meeting him somewhere. But wouldn't he have said something about that? Wait, no Spike also told me about a girl that I was supposed to meet. Yeah, yeah, that was why I was in the car. But who was this girl? Does she know that I was in an accident? Why hasn't she come to visit? How long had we dated? How did I even meet her? How could someone so important in my life be erased so completely from my memory? I could not be upset with her. I prayed that if and when I remembered who she is, that she is not too disappointed and can understand why I just dropped off the face of the earth. I thought to myself, I'm still here, whoever you are. I am coming to find you. I want to remember you. Who is she? I looked at the TV, still rubbing on my scar, when my eyes settled on the screen. I had seen this commercial about the Live Singles Chat line at least five times every day. I should call and see what it's all about. Who knows, I might get lucky. I hummed the tune to Frank Sinatra's Luck, Be A Lady Tonight. The TV was repeating the number again. I picked up the phone and dialed. After a few moments of going through some qualifying prompts, a customer service rep came on the line to set up my account. "Thanks for calling the Live Singles Chat Line, where love is just a connection away. My name is Rob. May I get your name?" "David Schultz." "And how would you like to pay for your 90 day account?" I gave my billing information to the unenthused customer service rep and waited for confirmation. "Sir, it looks like this card is tied to an account that recently expired. Did you want to renew your old account?" "U-um sure." "Very well sir, we have renewed your account for another three months. You may cancel your membership anytime during that three month period, and you will be refunded for any unused time. Do you understand what I have told you, sir?" "Yes thanks" "Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?" "Yes, do you have the account information and password? I seem to have forgotten it." "Not a problem, sir. Your account number is SCH123 and your password is 5789." "Okay, thanks." "Do you have any further questions?" "No, that's all for now." "You have a great evening, sir, and thanks for choosing to use The Live Singles Chat Line, where love is just a connection away." I hung up and called the chat number again when it asked for my account number, I entered it. I was surprised that I had 15 new voicemail messages! I pressed the button to hear the messages. ~~*~~*~~*~~ Danielle I had been thinking of David often and had decided to call him to see if he would answer. I picked up my phone and held it in my hand for a few moments, trying to build up enough confidence to dial his number. I am not a teenage girl, he is not some homecoming king, I told myself. I will just call, say hi, and tell him all is forgiven. I didn't need or want to know why he chose to stand me up, it really wasn't important to me now. I had moved on. My relationship with Peter was excellent, and all I really want to do is get some closure for me. I wanted to just wish David a nice life, and that will be that. So why am I still so nervous to call him? I finally got enough nerve to dial the number, and on the third ring a woman answered, "Hello." My courage vanished. I couldn't speak. I pushed the end button so fast I thought I might have sprang my thumb. I stared at the phone, speechless. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I could feel my anger rising. Well I guess I know now why he didn't show up. Danielle and David Ch. 04 Chapter 4 Danielle I could not believe I had been played. I was fuming. I deleted his number from my phone. I could feel the tears swelling in my eyes. "Why was this asshole even worth my tears?" I pondered. I knew that Peter was coming over for dinner, and I could not allow him to see me pining over someone I had never even met in person. Fuck! I turned to head to my kitchen, trying to think about what I would cook for dinner tonight. I picked up a gourmet-cooking magazine to see what simple yet mind blowing recipes might be in the everyday living section. I made a promise to myself that I would avoid any thoughts of David. He was the past, and Peter was my future. In a reflex gesture, I turned on the lights and took in the familiar trappings of my kitchen. Several dishes in the sink needing to be washed. My unopened and opened mail was scattered on the dining table. The stainless steel refrigerator had fingerprints on the front of it that needed to be wiped down. There was dust and grime on the newly finished Pergo flooring. My pantry shelves that were looking a bit bare these days, I stood in the kitchen for a few more seconds and decided that maybe Peter and I needed a night on the town. Flipping off the light, I turned on my heels to head back to the living room to call Peter. A night out sounded like just what the doctor ordered. Dancing seemed like just the right prescription, and then when I was all hot and primed, I would bring Peter back and fuck him senseless. Smiling, I picked up the phone. ~~*~~*~~*~~ Spike When I got off the phone with my girl, I decided to check on David. I tried to call him at least twice a week since the accident. He was doing well, but he was still having some memory loss. The doctor had said it may never come back, or that a single event could bring it all rushing back. Most likely it would return in bits and pieces, and we would have to fill in the blanks. So far, David was not remembering anything, and for that, I was a bit grateful because I would not know how to help him get over the loss. The way he talked about that girl, Danielle, I was sure he would want to get in touch with her, but too much time has passed. I was sure she had moved on. What would you say if you were her? "So you had a bad car accident, you lost your memory, and now you're ready to pick up where we left off? Yeah sure, no problem. Let me just trash what's going on in my life now and pick up with you. I mean after all, it wasn't your fault, right?" I grimaced at the notion. Sure, she might understand, but this was just too sticky a situation. I am sure if she was as great as David said she was, she would be in a relationship with someone else. I picked up my phone to call David. ~~*~~*~~*~~ David I listened to the voices. No one sounded remotely familiar to me until message number 9. This voice was angelic, soft, and it was concerned about me. "Hi David, It's me, Danielle. I'm not sure what happened last night. We were supposed to meet at Starbucks. Anyway, I tried your cell, but it keeps going to voicemail. I hope you are okay, listen...I mean, if you decided you didn't want to meet, that's cool. I can totally understand that, but I did think we had something worth pursuing. So let's still be friends, unless you want to try it again, meeting that is. I would be up for that. No pressure. Man, I sound like a desperate fool. I'm going to hang up now. Hope to hear from you. You know the number. Bye." I hit repeat and listened to that message three times. Why was I drawn to her? Her voice was very familiar to me. I hung up the house phone and reached for my cell phone. I looked through the contacts. There was no Danielle. She said I had her number. Did I have it written down somewhere? Why was it not in my phone? I was trying to think what I would have done with her number. My mother had been the one to take care of getting my new phone after the car accident. Had she transferred all my contacts from the old phone? What in the hell was Danielle's number? Maybe I saved it in the messages in my account. Picking up my home phone again, I called back into the singles line to see if any of the saved messages contained her phone number. My call waiting interrupted me. I didn't want to click over to the other line, but the incoming call might be important. "Hello" "Hey D, how are you doing?" I heard Spike saying. "Good, thanks for asking. Hey Spike, did you know I had met a girl through a singles chat line before the accident? Danielle, was that the girl I was seeing? You know, the one you said I was going to meet the night of my accident?" "U-Um yeah, Dave, that's what you said when we had talked before you left your place to meet her that night. Why, what's up?" "I called the chat line and was listening to my messages. There was one from her --- Danielle -- and she mentioned that I had her number. I went through my contacts on my cell phone, and there is no Danielle. How well did I know this girl?" "Well, you were going to meet her for the first time that night, D." "Fuck me, so this girl thinks I just blew her off? She mentioned that we had a connection." I pondered her words again. "You said that there was something about her." "Spikey, you've got to help me find her." "Just how the fuck am I supposed to do that?" "Shit man, I don't know, but she has to know I didn't just stand her up. She has to know I was on my way to meet her, even if she wants nothing more to do with me. I have to tell her. Fuck me!" I rubbed my hands through my hair in frustration. "I've hurt enough women in my past; I don't need one that thinks I hurt her intentionally when I didn't." "We'll figure it out, Dude, just chill," Spike assured me. "Yeah, you're right. Did you call for something?" I asked, trying to change the subject. My head was hurting trying to figure this all out. "No dude, just checking up on you. That's it. You sound much better." "Yeah, feel better too. The bruising is almost all gone," I said as I rubbed my chest as an afterthought. "Alright, you know if you need anything, I'm here for you." "Yeah I know. I need to get out of this house though. I'm going stir crazy not being able to remember simple things. I am thinking about starting up my personal training again. Brad has been saying there have been some requests about when I'm coming back. And we both know that Brad needs help with running the gym. I'm surprised he hasn't called me, pulling his hair out." "That sounds like a plan. I was going to hit up this club tonight. You want to hang with me? I will be with my girlfriend. But I am sure she won't mind." "No, I think I'll stay home tonight. Somehow being a third wheel is not my idea of getting out," I laughed. "Suit yourself. Don't say I never offered you something." "Have fun, butthead. I've got to make some phone calls." "Alright, Beavis. Bye!" I hung up the phone and called back into the singles line. To my regret, none of the saved messages contained her number; they were, however, all from her. She sounded delightful. I went back to my new messages. The next two were from her, too. Hi David, Just thought I would leave another message. Call me, okay?" Her last message was the one that made my cock hard, and I ached for her. Her voice was so seductive, it really did not matter what she was saying. She could have been quoting the alphabet and I would have been aroused. The emotion in her voice, the tones and how it lured you in. This woman was a pleasure to listen to. Her last message made her my own version of the Golden Grail. Hi David, I met someone. I would really like to talk to you. He is a really nice guy, but David I can't stop thinking about you. Call me when you get this message, if you are even checking this line anymore. I just need to know what happened. Okay, I guess this is it, not sure what to think anymore. I know I wasn't the only one feeling the connection. Bye David. I could tell she paused before hanging up, and I heard a noise. Damn, was that a sniffle at the end of that message? I listen again. I couldn't make it out, but she was hurting, I could hear that much in her voice. How did she meet someone so fast? She sounded like she, even at that moment, would have taken me back. What should I do? Many months had gone by. Her last call was about six weeks after my accident; it's been another six weeks since then which means she has been dating this guy for at least six weeks. Maybe I should just let it go. Even thinking the thoughts, I knew by the way my body responded to her last message, I just knew I couldn't and I wouldn't let it go. I had to see her, meet her and explain myself to her. Whatever, she decided after that would be her decision, but she had to know the truth. I dialed my mother's number. ~~*~~*~~*~~ It had been a month since I had returned to the gym. My calendar was full with new clients and some old ones who returned when they saw the flyer at the gym. I still hadn't gone back to work in the factory. While I was in the hospital, Spike had helped my mom fill out the paperwork for a personal leave of absence. He reasoned that since my memory wasn't completely back that I should request the full year. This would be better because of the uncertainty that I would remember all the subtle details of how to operate the machinery and the safety protocols. I was cool with it because I hated the factory job anyway. However, I was glad that I was able to receive disability during this time, so I was not strapped for cash. My income for the personal training would allow me to start saving again. Brad talked me into doing a cardio class three times a week to help get the traffic flowing through the club. He mentioned that many of the women clientele had stopped coming when they found out I was not there. Brad was a good-looking man, or that's what the women said. However, he was happily married, and his wife, Betty, worked at the gym, so whenever a woman would try to hit on Brad, Betty would have some administrative emergency that needed his attention. Like a puppy dog, Brad would go running to her side. I, on the other hand, did not have that problem. Betty was now seven months pregnant, and she was using her condition to stop women in their tracks. I could swear, with the success rate she was having on keeping the women away, she would try to get pregnant again soon after this one. That belly of hers was like the plague in the gym. So I agreed to the cardio classes on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. We only accepted the first 25 people in the class, which meant that all my classes filled quickly and ladies were begging us to add more classes. With the success we were having with the class, I couldn't imagine why we had not started these classes when we first opened the gym. ~~*~~*~~*~~ Danielle When Peter and I got home from our night of dinner and dancing, I was in the mood for some physical activity of another kind. I could tell he was reading my cues and more than willing to accommodate me. "Would you like a drink?" "N-No, if you don't mind, let's just go to bed," he replied. "Well, Peter, I thought you would never ask." He smiled and extended his hand to me, leading me to my bedroom. I was primed for the taking. I needed this. When we got to the room, Peter turned and pulled me flush to him, and kissing me deeply and passionately. When we separated, we were both breathless. I looked at him and saw the desire in his eyes. I could barely contain myself. I couldn't say that I was in love with Peter, but at that very moment I did love this man. He was so attentive to my desires, both inside and outside the bedroom. I mean, what girl would not want a man who took the time to make sure she was completely satisfied and would not demand anything in return? That only made me want to give him what he needed. We did make a good couple in that regard. He leaned in to kiss me again. I accepted his kiss. There was nothing better than kissing this man. I was sure that a few times I had come close to climaxing just from kissing him. Tonight the anticipation was causing me to become even more aroused. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I wanted him inside of me. I wrapped my right leg around his legs and grinded my hips into him. "Whoa, baby, we have all night," he said, smiling against my lips. "I know, but I need you now." "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." He kissed me again and backed me toward the bed. Once I felt the bed at the back of my knees, he slightly pushed me backwards, and I fell softly to the bed. I scooted back so I was lying on the bed on my back, and he stretched his body over mine, placing one of his legs between mine. Instead of lying directly on top on me, he laid off to the side. We kissed again; this time he allowed his hands to explore my body. My skin tingled under his welcomed touches. He began to unbutton my blouse, and at that moment, I was grateful that I decided to wear my red lace bra. Red is his favorite color, and I knew that he would be pleased when he saw it. I watched as his mouth curved into a boyish grin as he opened my blouse. He ran his index finger over the border of my bra, and I felt his finger pad barely touching my skin. I inhaled a quick breath. Then his kisses trailed behind where his finger drew the line. Peter's lips traveled over the fullness of my right breast and stopped at my nipple. When he sucked my nipple through the material of my bra, I felt my nipple harden and press against the material as if it was trying to enter his mouth more. He released my nipple, moved to the left breast and repeated his actions. I ground my pussy against his intruding thigh, and he pressed himself even closer to me. Once he released my nipple, he found my front bra hook and unsnapped it. Pushing my bra to the side, he took in the sight of my massive globes. He licked his lips and lowered his head to begin sucking my left nipple. He planted wet kisses around the areola, and pursing his lips around my nipple and then sucked in the entire areola. My breast moved to the caresses of his sucking mouth as he sucked hard. I gasped and entwined my fingers in his hair and tugged slightly, arching my back to feed him more of my breast. He looked up at me and watched as the pleasure of his actions and the sensation of his sucking took over my body. He released my breast, and my body slowly relaxed as I smiled down at him. "You like that, baby?" he asked, moving his head to my right breast. "Yes, I do." "Mmm." Without warning, he began to kiss the areola of my right breast. His kisses were loud and wet, and it felt as though it went on for ages. Then he took my nipple into his mouth and once again sucked the nipple and entire areola into his mouth. His mouth massage again took me higher and higher. I could feel my lower stomach muscles clenching deliciously with each suck. My panties were moist, my fingers were in his hair again, tugging slightly, and my back was arching up to his mouth. This time I was grinding harder on his thigh, and he sucked even harder. I exhaled a sound that was a cross between a sigh and moan. Oh, how he made me feel when he sucked my breasts. I just wanted to explode. He released my breasts and slowly started kissing his way down my stomach, with kisses more like a mixture of sucking and kissing. The sound of his kissing as well as the touch was making me squirm with anticipation. He kissed my stomach and continued to the waistband of my jeans. He unbuttoned the top button and slowly drawing down the zipper. He repositioned himself so that he could slide my jeans off, and I lifted my ass so he could remove them with without hindrance. He grinned at my anxiousness to keep the momentum going. "In a rush, Miss Danielle?" "What do you think, I want you now," I breathed as I reached to touch his forearm. "Patience my dear, patience," he teased. I huffed with frustration. I appreciated him wanting to take his time, but I needed to be fucked now. I tried to remove my panties for him, but he just grabbed my hands and shook his head, "Oh no you don't, I will open my own present." He grinned as he paused to gaze at me again, starting with my legs and then slowly traveled up my body. His breath hitched. "You are so beautiful. I want you to undress me now." I didn't hesitate. I sat up and removed my blouse and bra. My jeans were down around my ankles and my heels were still on my feet, but that was an easy fix. I kicked off my heels, and they clumsily fell to the floor, followed quickly by my jeans. He stood in front on me and looked down. "Well, Danielle?" I smiled up at him and began to remove his jeans. I unbuttoned the top button and hastily unzipped him. Sliding my fingers under his waistband, I followed the hairs of his happy trail to his erection. I stroked it slowly and looked up at him. His eyes were luminous with amusement and desire. He looked simply expectant. I removed my hand from his member and inserted a second hand inside his waistband, sliding his underwear down to his hipbones, and then with one quick downward pull, snatched his jeans and underwear down to the floor. He chuckled. He stood in front of me, and his glorious erection was right in my face. I looked up at him and smiled wolfishly as I took him into my mouth. He drew in a sharp breath as my mouth descended on his shaft. My hands reached around to knead his ass and settle on the upper part of his thigh, and I bobbed my head, taking him deeper and deeper on every forward thrust. I sucked him until he groaned, "Danielle, baby, please stop. I'm going to come if you don't stop." I released him from my mouth and lifted it so I could suck his balls into my mouth. As I showed each ball some attention, I slowly pumped his cock. "Oh yeah baby, just like that." I moaned, and I knew that he could feel it surge through his body. "Baby, I mean it; you are going to make me come." He stepped back so that my mouth couldn't reach him. "Lay back," he murmured, his eyes burning bright. "So eager, little girl," he said as I fumbled to scoot onto the bed. He walked over to the bed and reached down to remove my panties. I lifted my ass, allowing him easy access, and then I raised my legs so that he could remove them completely. He dropped them to the floor beside his feet. He held my legs together and started to place kisses on my calves. He continued to my knees, where I could feel his tongue licking me, and he then spread my legs and kissed the inside of my thighs just above my knees. My mouth opened shaping the letter O as he took a sharp breath at the sight of my glistening hot spot. He lowered himself to position between my legs, with his face is right at my opening. He inhaled my scent. I was moist with anticipation. "You always smell so delicious." Then he began to lick my slit from top to bottom. Then, finally, he settled in and began to suck my clit. "Mmm, fuck," I breathed, my hips squirming and pushing up at his mouth. Peter acted as if he had not eaten and was starving. I ground my mound into his mouth, and he moaned in response, sending vibrations up through my clit and to all the senses of my body. His lips and his tongue were everywhere. I ground harder and pulled his hair to get more of his mouth. My juices were flowing, and I felt them sliding down into my ass. "Fuck me now," I whispered. He slurped my pussy one more time, and then with one fluid movement, he stretched out over me and placed his cock between my legs. Danielle and David Ch. 04 "I want to be on top," I murmured before he could enter me. He smiled, and before I could make my move, he slammed himself into me. I yelped more from the surprise than anything else, and then he lowered himself onto me and with the grace of a dancer, we rolled and I was on top of him. I managed to straddle him without losing our connection. I groaned as he stretched me open, filling me even more deeply than his initial thrust had. My mouth opened at the sweet, sublime and over-stuffed feeling. OH GOD! "Oh yeah baby, that feels so good," he murmured as he placed his hands on my hips and started to grind his hips into me. "Feel me, Baby?" "Oh yeah, how could I not. You are so deep this way," I groaned, matching his grinds with grinds of my own. The sensations radiated through my body, especially in my belly. FUCK! I need this! I moved up and down slowly at first, and he offered me his hands. I held onto his hands for dear life and began to speed up my pounding. Our bodies were now slapping together. My breathing was ragged. His eyes were burning with wild anticipation. His breathing now matched mine, and he lifted his pelvis as I come down on his stiff shaft, which bounced me back up. We picked up the rhythm. Up, down, up down, up down...repeatedly and I was in ecstasy, it felt so hot, so good, and so primal. Between my panting breaths, his deep penetrations, his fullness... the vehement sensations pulsed through me and kept building. I watched him, our eyes locked, and I saw his love for me... his wonder. I wanted to fuck him, and I was doing just that. There were no soft emotions going through me, just raw desire. Lust. My body needed this release and the hell if I was going to stop short of it. He was my dildo for the evening, and I would use him to hit that spot repeatedly. I was in charge. He was mine. My thoughts pushed me, higher and higher, over the edge, and I climaxed around him... I cried out incoherently. He grabbed my hips tightly and closed his eyes, tipping his head back, his jaw straining; he exploded with my name on his lips. I felt his cock stiffen its final notch, and then he was pulsing inside me, his hips raised up to push himself even deeper. There, I thought to myself, he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to be fucked. I collapsed onto to his chest, sated somewhere between fantasy and reality, a place where there was no Peter and no David, just my lust and my needs. Slowly the outside world invaded my senses, and oh my, what an invasion. "I love you, Dani," he whispered breathlessly. "Me too, Pete," I say automatically, realizing that I really was not in love with him at all. He kissed my forehead and held me in place when I tried to move. I was lying on top of him, my head on his chest, I wanted to move, but he had a grip on me. ~~*~~*~~*~~ Natasha and I were eating lunch at the taco truck near work, when she told me about this cardio class at The Coliseum, a small family owned gym in Union City. She was saying, "You have to get there almost an hour ahead of time if you want to get in. But girl, the instructor is a young Brad Pitt type, if Brad Pitt was 6'2 and muscular. His blond hair is shoulder length and, my God, those dimples! Well I just have to have his babies." "Tasha, have you even talked to the man?" "Talk? Who needs to talk! I just need his fine ass undressed in my bed and him screwing me till I scream for more," she said while humping the air. I shook my head and motioned her to stop. "You are embarrassing me, horn dog. Stop it!" "Look, come with me next week. You said you wanted to lose some weight and start toning up. I mean, walking is good, don't get me wrong. Actually, the weight you have lost so far is great. I know Peter is working that ass in the midnight hour, but cardio and helping me get a man into my bed will help you lose some weight, too." I rolled my eyes at her. She was so vulgar at times. "Okay, but I swear to God, you do anything that looks suspect, I'm never going back with you again." "You have my word. I just want him to get one good look at my ass, and I will have him hooked." She handed me the simple flyer. No name of the instructor on it, but the gym's name and location and days with what the class would do. Obviously this flyer was done in a rush. I bit my bottom lip and wondered if David owned this gym. He had said he was a personal trainer, though not a cardio instructor. Tasha had said "family owned", not two male friends. Maybe this was a different gym. I was deep in thought when I felt a hand slap my butt hard. "What the fuck!" I exclaimed, spinning around. It was Peter. "Did I scare you?" he chuckled. "No, it's more like you assaulted me." I punched him lightly in the shoulder. "Baby, I am sorry. I didn't think I hit you that hard." He reached back to rub my ass, and then gently squeezed where he had hit me. "Peter, stop!" I muttered, "I thought you had a meeting for lunch?" "We finished early, and I knew you were going to stay close to the office, so I came hoping you were here." He leaned down to kiss me. "Shall we start again?" I kissed him back and said, "Only if I can get some more of that," rubbing my lipstick off his bottom lip. "Lady, I thought you would never ask." He leaned in, stopping right before his lips touched mine, "Hi." His kiss was soft and it lingered, my lips still pressing against his, "Hi." "Can you two love birds get a fucking room? People are trying to eat their lunch here," Tasha said, pretending to gag on her food. "Oh shut up. Like your conversation to fuck the cardio instructor six ways sideways wasn't worse." "What's this now?" Peter said, trying to hold back a laugh. "Tasha wants me to go to some cardio class with her to help her fuck the instructor," I said, turning my full attention to him. "Peter, she lies. I just want to have his babies, that's all," she said dismissively. "Well, I think that requires that you fuck him Tasha, old girl." "Who the fuck are YOU calling old? You had better be glad you got that whole Adam Levine shit going on, or I would drop you where you stand. I just can't send out that kind of karma in case the love gods send Adam my way one day. I need him to want me," she said, doing her Austin Powers mojo hand gestures, "Yeah, Baby!" We all laughed. Peter went to order something to eat, and we all walked back to the office together. Peter and I were becoming more and more affectionate in public. I still thought about David, but he was becoming an increasingly distant thought. ~~*~~*~~*~~ Peter had to work late on Tuesday, so when Tasha called to see if I was free to go to the class, I agreed to join her. She had been hounding me for two weeks. She came to pick me up at my house, and we were off. As she was driving, she kept trying to apply makeup. I just shook my head. Talk about having the wrong motives. "Tasha, don't you think that's a bit dangerous. You are endangering our lives to put on makeup for a man who is going to have you sweating it off in less than five minutes." "Well, since you put it that way." She applied another coat of lip-gloss "I better make sure he sees my face before I show him this voluptuous ass." I just shook my head. There are no words for my friend Tasha. Oh wait, Predator comes to mind, though in a good way, not that creepy, hope they get life in prison way. We finally got to the gym. It was a quaint little place. It had a nice brick-red awning that had a picture of a silhouette man lifting weights and a woman running. The gym's name was a bit strange, I thought. I would never have known it was a gym -- "The Coliseum" had a nice ring to it though. As we entered the gym, you could smell the musky scent of those that had sweated before us. It had a pleasant little waiting room with a brick-red couch and two framed posters above it. The first said, "Our desire to excel helps us exceed our expectations," and the second said, "Working out strengthens our lives." There was a water dispenser next to the couch in the corner. On the table in front of the couch were several fitness magazines and some copies of Reader's Digest. I chuckled to myself; someone really put a lot of thought into the décor of this place. A woman walked out of a small office and greeted us. ~~*~~*~~*~~ Once we had filled out the paperwork and had a quick tour of the gym, we were told where the class would be held and that the instructor started the class on time. There were about ten ladies there, already waiting. Tasha looked at me and tilted her head at the competition. She gave me that game-on look. I just shook my head, glad that I had Peter and didn't have to participate in such shenanigans any more. "So, Dani, whatever happened with that David guy? I mean, you had it bad for him. Then all sudden you and Peter were hot and heavy," she said as she was checking her makeup in the mirror directly behind us. "Well, we were supposed to meet at Starbucks, but he never showed up." "That shit is cold blooded. He stood you up?" she said, looking at me with that pained expression she always gave when she thought I was hurting. "Did he at least call and say why?" "No, not one word. I did try calling him a few times. Nothing." I shook my head and tried not give away my real emotions. "Fuck me!" she said, touching my shoulder, "Well at least Peter is a great guy." "Yeah, he really is." "So do you still think about the guy? I mean David?" "I did for about a month until I called his cellphone and a woman answered." I felt my jaw tighten. "Shut the fucking door! He had a girlfriend the whole time? Or just met someone new?" "Don't know and don't care." Tasha shook her head as though she understood and was going to let the conversation end, which I must admit I was glad, but then she looked at me with an intent stare. She cocked her head a bit and continued to look at me as though she was trying to figure something out that she had just eaten. "You mean, you called and a woman answered the phone, but you didn't talk to her?" she pressed. "No, I didn't. I just hung up the phone. I didn't need her rubbing it in my face that she was the significant other of a man who I thought liked me." I paused, trying to lower my voice to a whisper. "It wasn't meant to be." "Really Dani? That woman could have been anyone, his mother, his sister, his friend. You should have said something. There might have been a perfectly good explanation. Then again, maybe you are right and he played you, but now you will never know. In court that is called reasonable doubt. You know the saying; we are innocent until PROVEN guilty." She made air quotes when she said 'proven' to bring her point home. I knew Tasha was right, but I really didn't think I could face the truth. It was what I liked to call self-inflicted heartbreak. I wasn't ready to have him disappoint me, so I disappointed myself first. It may not have been the best way to resolve this issue, but I knew that I wasn't the only yellow livered person out there who has taken that approach. It's the ole "What you don't know won't hurt you" defense. I was going to stick to my guns. ~~*~~*~~*~~ The door opened to the room where the class would be held. A very attractive man was standing in the doorway. He looked at the ladies waiting and smiled. "You ladies ready to sweat? Please turn your cell phones off before entering the class. We will begin in ten minutes." His voice sounded very familiar to me but I could not place where I had heard it before. Tasha, on the other hand, looked at me, nodded her head, and set her face on manhunt mode. I prayed that she would not embarrass me. We all entered the class after he propped the door opened. He waited to allow every woman there to enter before he did. Tasha made sure she was the last woman to enter the class. "U-um Sir, I am new to this class and just wondered if the tennis shoes I bought on my lunch break will be study enough for the intense workout of this class." She looked up at him through her long eyelashes. She was in straight "get a man" mode. "Well, they look as if they will hold up," he said, examining her shoes. "Oh good, I wouldn't want to hurt an ankle." "I'm sure you'll be fine. Miss. "Ms. Skinner, Tasha if you're nasty." "Ms. Skinner." He said with a smirk on his lips. He had Tasha's number, and from what I could tell, it was disconnected as far as he was concerned. However, Tasha would not let that be the end of this game of cat and mouse. She had her eyes on him, and she would try to wear him down. "And you are?" she pressed. "I am the instructor for this class, if you will excuse me." He said almost squeezing past her, "I need to get the music ready for the class." "By all means, see you later Mr. Instructor," she said in her Mae West voice, "Come up and see me sometime big boy," taunt. All I could do is lower my head in shame and hope that she would forget about flirting with the instructor after the 45-minute workout. Whom was I kidding? It would take the battle of Armageddon to stop her and even then, she would try to get a phone number. ~~**~~**~~**~~ After a few minutes, the music started playing, and the instructor was in front of the class, giving his speech that I assumed he gave to every class. "I am 'the Hammer'. That what they call me here, because ladies, when I come here, I come to hit it hard. I know some of you are here to lose weight, and you must understand that weight loss is something that requires several elements to be effective. However, this cardio class will help you shed those unwanted pounds while also helping you to build and tone muscle. For those of you just here for a good workout, you are in the right place. If you are in class to meet a man, as you can see, I am the only man and my only agenda in this class is to make you sweat. If you will take your places, we will get started. The first 15 minutes will be stretching, then we will go into straight cardio for 35 minutes, and the last 10 minutes will be cool down with a bit more stretching. If you need help, just get my attention and I will come to you. And 5. 6. 7. 8 and breathe." I could see Tasha's mind working hard to develop her plan how to flirt and get his attention. I smiled to myself because I knew that this man was no walk in the park, and he was already hip to Tasha's agenda. This was going to be interesting. I smiled to myself.