9 comments/ 74788 views/ 48 favorites Wanting Her Ch. 01 By: RDeLajour Is it true that we can't resist the people that we are attracted to? I've always heard that from my friends. Granted I'm twenty-three and barely out of college and engaged to someone who is cheating on me. Oddly enough, it doesn't hurt me anymore. Maybe it's because I find myself wanting someone else. But can you blame me? Mrs. Erickson is so stunning; it's not even funny. I'm fucked up, though, and wish she would just break up with her unappreciative husband. Just like how I should break up with my cheating fiancé. Right now, I'm at my friend's birthday party and I can't help but gaze at Paula as I sip from my amaretto. What would my friend say if she peeked into my brain and saw the hedonistic, explicit images of her mom and me? Would she be disgusted? Or would she be surprised? She looks so beautiful tonight. She's wearing a black cocktail dress with a pair of simple yet sexy heels that elongate her sensual legs. With her hair tied up in a tight bun, she looks like a model. But I can see the sadness and worry entrenched in her eyes. She keeps attending to guests like a damn maid and making sure that everyone's drink is replenished. I don't even have to ask Cassandra if Paula did this all by herself; I know that she did. What did her husband do? Probably fuck another woman behind her back. She doesn't see me as I silently watch her from behind. I wish I could take a picture of her because she looks like a model. I also wish I could walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her waist, and tenderly kiss the back of her neck. But I'm just a girl with a dream... She must sense that someone is behind her because she turns around with a weary expression that makes my chest tighten with recognition. I know that look very well. I sport it all the time. She's sick of this charade of pretending to be happy with a life that is slowly drowning her with each passing second... But when she sees that it's me, she immediately smiles and completely turns around. "Hey," she exuberantly says. "Are you enjoying the party?" She's doing that thing again, focusing on everyone else except for herself. It seems to be an innate trait that society drills into women. I'm trying my best to change it, but it's hard. I'm silent as I walk toward her and hurriedly drink the remainder of my liquor. I feel myself sway as the alcohol buzzes around my body, making me highly aware of her gorgeous blue eyes and soft pale skin. "Your eyes remind me of the ocean," I softly say. "I'm sure everyone tells you that." I can't believe I just said that. Dread encapsulates me, broils within my stomach until I feel myself sway. The wind picks up and flows through her hair, making her look more like a model. She looks at me as she drinks more of the clear liquid in her tumbler. "Thank you, dear," she whispers. "That's the sweetest thing I've heard in a long time." We stare at each other and my heart's racing so fast, making me tremble and sweat. I've never had this reaction around anyone, man or woman. She is just a beautiful person, inside and out. I've seen her when she thinks that no one is looking at her, reading a novel or working on her garden. The way she cares and loves for her daughter just shows that she always puts her first. Meanwhile, the rest of the world is the complete opposite: selfish, self-centered, and egotistical. Like my future husband. When she reaches out her hand to touch my bare arm, I almost can't believe it. Her fingers skim over my tan skin, sending arousal straight to my core. I bite my inner cheek as my nipples tighten and my gaze wanders down to her beautiful, curvy body. "I can't remember the last time I was selfish," she whispers. "Can you believe that?" "Yes. Because I can't, either." She steps even closer to me and even though I'm panicking inside, I'm calm and collected on the outside. I may look like utter shit compared to her, but I can't deny the sultry gaze that she's giving me. "Meet me in the guest room in five minutes," she says as her gaze lingers on my face. "I'll be there, waiting." I'm too shocked to say anything. Should I feel guilty that I want to ravage her with my mouth and hands? I've never been with a woman, but I've seen my fair share of videos. I'm painfully aware of the arousal seeping through my underwear. Can anyone notice the lust brimming in my eyes as I pour myself more amaretto in the kitchen? Cassandra is too busy talking to a new guy, so I don't want to ruin anything for her. Paula's husband? He's probably in a dark corner, sweet-talking another woman. I wish I could check my reflection before I go upstairs. I feel like I'm going to explode from pure want. The music is not even on that loud but it's overwhelming me, sending me upstairs before I dare to change my mind. Everyone is too busy talking and drinking to notice me slip away into the guest room. Once I step inside, I quickly lock the door and settle my gaze on her still figure on the bed. To my horror, she's crying. Her sobs are steady and filled with repressed sadness. I quickly walk over to her and wrap my arms around her. "I'm sorry," I say as she collapses against me. "I'm so sorry." She rests her head against my flat chest and I feel the warm tears seep through my collared shirt. Maybe it's silly to run my fingers through her long, downy hair, but I do. And when I close my eyes and breathe her in, I find myself overwhelmed with the need to comfort her, to distract her. "Please," she says through sobs that rattle her small body. "Make me forget. Just for a few minutes." "I will," I defiantly say as I frame her beautiful face with my free hand. "I got you." I still can't believe this is happening. I'm scared that I won't be able to satisfy her. But when I close my eyes again and kiss her succulent mouth, I hear her moan and then she roughly grabs my hand and rests it on her full breast. I take my time kissing her, though, loving her soft lips against mine and savoring her unique taste. I don't care that her lipstick is staining my mouth or that her hand is tousling my hair. I gently squeeze her breast and she moans into my mouth again, making my clit ache. I break the kiss when I graze my lips over her neck, where I carefully kiss and lick every inch of her skin. My hand slowly trails down to her body until she grabs it and leads it underneath her skirt with a sense of urgency. "Please," she whispers with a shaky voice. "Touch me there. I need it." I fight the urge to bite down on her neck. I can't give her hickeys. I can't bruise her. She'd probably let me, though. And it's hard to remain in control when my fingers reach her drenched pussy. "You're so wet," I whisper against her sensitive neck. She moans as I flicker my middle finger against her wetness. She is silky soft and slippery, I just want to touch her all night until she's naked and writhing on the mattress. I can smell her arousal and it forces me to circle her clit. Her hand clutches my knee as I lower the strap to her dress and kiss her erect nipple through the black lacy bra that she is wearing. "Suck it," she says breathlessly. "Please." I love when she tells me what to do. It's so sexy, having her tell me what she likes. I wrap my mouth around her nipple and slowly suck as I finger her. She trembles next to me as her arousal drenches my finger, making me start to shake, too. "I'm gonna come," she says as she grinds against my hand. I've barely even touched her. Could she be serious? But she can't be lying because my hand is making the sexiest sounds on her wet cunt. I lift up her bra, exposing her full breasts, and I greedily suck on her taut nipple as her back stiffens and she covers her mouth with her hand. "Don't stop, please don't stop," she hisses as more arousal drenches my hand. "I'm going to come so fucking hard." The sound of my finger on her drenched sex echoes throughout the room as I gently bite down on her nipple and lather it with my tongue. She crumbles next to me, and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, I swear. She can't even moan as she opens her mouth and convulses against me while her cunt drenches my hand in her cum. Her hand is squeezing my knee and the look of pure ecstasy on her face is enough to almost make me growl. But I find myself wanting more of her, so I continue fucking her and add another finger to her slippery cunt. I suckle on her nipple and relish in the sound of her muffled scream as she comes yet again, shaking violently against me and flooding my fingers with more of her liquid warmth. I take my mouth away and bring it to her ear. "Come again," I whisper before I suck on her neck. "Fuck!" she screams as she digs her nails into my pants. "Faster, please!" I'm so turned on by her sexy, ragged moans and the way she moves her hips, thrusting herself against my fingers. More of her cum floods my fingers and I feel some of it drip down my hand. A smile spreads on my face as I kiss her, taking my hand away from her wet, tight pussy. "Thank you," I say once I pull away. "You are amazing." "Wait!" she says in concern as she watches me stand up. "What about you?" "I'm good." I smirk. "We gotta go back to the party." She blinks as she seems to remember about it. She is just too perfect. Too cute, too sexy, too overpowering. I find myself wanting to make her come again. But I know that it will have to wait for now. I leave the guestroom first. And I literally run to the bathroom, silently praying that there's no one in there. Once I finally lock myself in, I look at the large mirror and am surprised to see that I have the most genuine smile that I've seen on me in a very long time. Maybe I should feel ashamed and guilty over what I just did, but all I feel is excitement and exhilaration. I bring my right hand to my mouth and I can smell her before I taste her delicious cum, sucking on my finger as I moan in desire. She tastes so sweet and good. When will I get to make her come again? ~To be continued~ Wanting Her Ch. 02 Once I feel collected enough, I am about to leave the bathroom until I hear an urgent knock. As soon as I open the door, Paula shoves me further inside and closes the door shut. After setting the lock, she stares at me with an intense, sexy gaze before she pins me against the wall with her voluptuous body. My eyes widen and lust rushes through me as she brings her sensual mouth to my right ear. "You think I'm going to let you go without making you come?" she asks as her hand wanders down my trembling body. "That's not going to happen." Her voice in my ear is going to be the end of me. I can smell her again now that she's so close to me. The scent of her soft, floral perfume fills my nose until she brings her mouth to my lower lip and sucks on it, hard. I moan as her right hand runs down my slim body, caressing my small breasts, over the smooth plane of my stomach, and finally resting on the button of my black pants. I'm trying to control my breathing, but it's impossible with the way she is breathing into my ear and quickly undoing my pants with precision. Before I know it, my pants and underwear are off, leaving the bottom part of my body naked and exposed. "I think I'd rather fuck you with my tongue," she says before she lowers herself until she's on her knees. "I want you to come on my face." I groan as I watch her gently kiss my wet mound. My pussy is so wet and my clit is so sensitive; I almost scream when she kisses my wetness and looks up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. "You smell divine," she says before she kisses my clit, making me jump. "I bet you taste even better." I slap my hand over my mouth as she takes a slow lick of my cunt from the bottom to the top. The last thing I want is someone to hear us. When she starts licking my wet folds, though, I find myself shaking and holding onto her shoulders for support. Her tongue laps me up so good and the sounds of her mouth on my pussy are enough to almost make me come. "Fuck," I hoarsely whisper. "You're too good." My words seem to spur her on because she flickers her tongue against my clit faster, sending pleasure and wetness straight to my core. Usually, it takes me forever to come. Especially with my fiancé. But Paula is licking me so good, forcing me to grind against her mouth and lightly pull on her hair. "Shit," I hiss as I tilt my head back and close my eyes. "I'm gonna come." She thrusts her tongue further into my cunt and rubs my clit with her nose. I come so hard on her mouth, feeling my arousal seep out of my pussy as she continues to gently lick me with slow, steady strokes. My legs continue to tremble and I grip her hair a little harder as she brings her finger to my aching cunt. I know that I'm going to come again as she slips her finger inside my wet, tight pussy, eager for her to fuck me until I can't remember who I am. She sucks on my clit as she fingers me at the same time. I start shaking again and I have to cover my mouth with my hand to muffle my loud moans. I glance at the mirror behind her, at the way I am riding her face, and I almost scream as I come yet again. I have to bite down on my wrist in order to prevent the screams from escaping my mouth. "Tastes so good," she murmurs against my wetness. "I need more." I don't think I'm able to come again, but she proves me wrong when she sucks on my clit and adds another finger inside me. I shudder against the wall and pull her hair as she fucks me with her mouth and fingers. The sound of her tongue against my wetness sets me off, making me moan and buck against her in absolute ecstasy. I grind against her heavenly mouth until she pulls away from me and slowly stands up. I moan again when I see the bottom part of her face completely covered with my arousal. When she brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks on them, I pull her closer toward me and hold her against me. "Thank you," I whisper into her neck. "That was amazing." She is silent as she pulls away from me. I feel the mood change between us and I quickly put my underwear and pants back on. I silently watch her through the mirror as she turns her back to me and washes her mouth, erasing all traces of me from her lips. "I'm sorry..." I say with hesitation. "Do you regret what we did?" She dries off the excess water with a paper towel and throws it into the trash. Her expression is weary, and there seems to be a trace of frustration, too. "No, I don't," she says in a clipped, mechanical tone. "I just wish things were different, that's all." I hate hearing the sadness in her words. She's trying her best to hide it, but I can hear it embedded in her fragile voice. I know when it's time to go, so I plant a soft kiss on her cheek and leave the bathroom before I start crying like an idiot. ** My apartment isn't that far from the house, so walking there isn't a problem. I feel like a horrible friend since I didn't even say bye to Cassandra on her own birthday, but I know she would have seen the sadness in my eyes. She is one of the most perceptive people that I know. Nothing escapes her sharp eye. The night is calm and cool, a complete contrast to my conflicting thoughts and emotions. What did I just do? Did I really hook up with my friend's mom? Am I gay? I don't know. All I know is that I want it to happen all over again. I'm about to check my phone when I hear someone call my name from behind. I stop walking and slowly turn around, bracing myself to be chastised by Cassandra. I deserve it, anyway. I'm being an asshole, leaving her party without saying goodbye. Instead of seeing Cass, though, I find myself staring at Paula running toward me with tears streaming down her face. "Wait!" she yells as she stops right before me, out of breath. "I just...wanted to tell you...something." I watch her with hesitation and sympathy as she wipes the tears from her cheeks. I want to ask her why she's crying. Most of all, I want to make the tears stop. But I patiently wait for her to start talking again. "I just wanted to say..." she says with a shaky voice. "Don't do the same mistake as me. If you're unsure about marrying him, don't do it. It's not worth it. And I'm not just saying that because of me." My throat tightens as my eyes water again. I don't say anything as she wipes her eyes with a muffled sob. No one is outside since it's so late and there aren't even any cars driving on the road since this is a private one, but I still feel like this conversation should move somewhere more discreet. "Why don't we go back to my apartment?" I say. "We can talk there." "What about your fiancé?" I roll my eyes. "He's across the country on a supposed business trip. I know he's fucking someone else." Paula gasps as I start walking again. She quickly falls into step with me and we are silent as we make our way into my quiet, silent apartment. Even though it's small, I've tried my best to make it intimate and comfortable. Paula seems to approve because she stares at the black and white photographs hanging on the walls with interest. I close the door behind me and watch her in silence, admiring her beauty. "These are pretty," she says as she turns to me. "Did you take them?" "No. My friend did." "Listen..." She sighs. "I didn't mean...to boss you around. If you really love him, then you should marry him. You deserve to be happy. But if he's cheating on you...there's a good chance that he's not going to change." I don't say anything as I slowly walk to her. I've never really been the one to pursue anything in a relationship. I'm not the aggressor. But clearly, I am an entirely different person with her now that we're alone and away from the prying eyes of everyone else. I feel my shyness wither and fade away as I reach her and roughly kiss her. She gasps as I squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, which are straining against the soft fabric of her dress. "Take off your clothes," I whisper against her full lips as my hands wander down her perfect body. "Please." She doesn't hesitate to pull off her dress and lingerie, leaving her completely nude except for her high heels. Lust swallows me whole as I gently lower her to the couch, where I kneel down on the floor and place her legs on my shoulders. I wish I could kiss her entire body and tease her with my mouth until she was begging for more, but I just can't wait. I need to taste her. "Are you sure?" she asks as she glances at the door in worry. "What if he comes in and sees us like this?" "I'll tell him to fuck off," I growl before I kiss the inside of her thigh. "I don't care anymore." She shudders as I kiss the entire length of her sexy leg, moving up slowly with a patience that is making her squirm. She gasps once my mouth reaches her wetness. I circle her clit with my tongue and she moans as she digs her heels into my back. I breathe her in, wanting to smell her, and relish in her unique scent that turns me on like nothing else. She tastes so sweet and I start licking her wet cunt eagerly, loving the way she quickly loses control against my mouth. I bring my hands up to her breasts and gently pinch her nipples with my fingers, making her arch her back in sheer pleasure. "Please don't stop," she says as she runs her fingers through my hair. I suck on her clit and she moans so loud, sending a thrill down my spine. I love hearing her moan and pant. Her arousal floods my mouth as I lick her clit greedily, feeding off from her trembling legs and the way she is pulling at my hair. When she violently grinds against my mouth, I know that she's going to come all over me. Her arousal floods my lips as her orgasm forces a muffled scream from her. I don't stop licking her, though, even as she shakes and writhes underneath me. Her heels dig into my back again and I look up at her as I continue making love to her with my mouth. The look she gives me almost makes me melt onto the floor. Her chest is rising and falling with each shaky breath and she starts moaning again as I move my tongue faster against her slick cunt. "Oh God," she yells as she clutches the sofa for support. "I'm gonna come again...fuck!" It's so sexy to have her lose control again in a matter of mere minutes. She rides my face as she moans so loud, I'm worried that the neighbors will hear, but it's just too sexy for me to care that much. By the time she's finished, she's sweating and trembling and her cum is all over my mouth. She moans as she watches me lick my lips, not wanting to waste any of her sweetness. "Thank you, again," she says between raspy breaths. "That was so amazing." I smirk. "Not my fault you're so beautiful." She glances at the clock on the wall. "Shit. It's getting late." I frown, remembering that Devin is going to arrive tomorrow in the morning. "Yeah. I guess it is." I sit down on the couch as she quickly puts her clothes back on. I want to ask her what happens now. Do we pretend that we never did this at all? Do we return back to normal? How is that even possible? "Don't forget what I told you, okay?" she says as she adjusts the strap to her dress. "I'd hate to see you following my path. Once you have kids...it's different." I shudder at the thought of having kids with Devin. "You're right. I'll try talking to him tomorrow." "I better get back before they wonder where I'm at. I'll just tell them that I walked you to your place." She smiles. "I'll see you around?" "Yeah, I guess." I muster a fake smile. "I'll see you." She surprises me by walking up to me and lowering herself to kiss me on the lips. It's a soft, gentle one that leaves me wanting more of her again. How is that possible? I just made her come a total of five times tonight, yet I still find myself wanting more with her. I watch her leave the apartment with so many questions running through my mind, questions that I'm afraid to get answers to. So instead of obsessing over them, I rest my head against the couch and imagine her naked, on top of me as she rides my hand...