But that wasn’t practical, and when it boils right down to it, it wouldn’t be anything more than a long-distance, not to mention expensive, booty call. We both very much enjoyed each other, and I’ll go ahead and lay it out on the line… it was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. But great sex, long distance, and flirty emails don’t really equate to anything.
It’s still completely unworkable. When I realized that for the truth it is, it made me unbelievably sad and dejected. Because, unfortunately, Zane Kavanaugh pushes every one of my buttons, and I’m not sure anyone else will ever be able to compare.
Regardless… I need to maneuver our conversations back to a more friendly level and leave the sexual banter and memories behind.
So, remember when I last wrote that Teagan and I were going out for drinks? Well, that little bitch surprised me by bringing her co-worker she wanted to set me up with. His name is Colin, and he’s a nice guy. Once I got over being mad at Teagan for springing him on me, I actually enjoyed my time out. So much so that I agreed to go out to dinner with him this upcoming weekend.
I’m hopeful I’m going to fall into that 4% of women that have a good time. I won’t comment on your 78% statistic you quoted me.
Tell me how was your vacation and the visit with your family? Did you have a good time? I’m sure you did but you know me… I want details. Share it all with me, friend.
It’s getting late, and I have an early class tomorrow. Can’t wait to hear from you.
Cheers,
Cady
There.
It’s done.
I’ve managed to deflect his invitation to come visit him by telling him about Colin, and the fact that I did agree to a date with him this weekend. That should be enough to alert Zane that we really have no business considering seeing each other again. It’s too impractical.
At least… I think I managed to put things back on track. I read back over the email before I send it, and I realize that it really doesn’t elucidate on anything of importance. I only mentioned Colin as a means of inferring that I was moving on with my love life, which should prompt Zane to do the same.
Yet, when I think about him moving on—when I think about this stupid date I agreed to and really don’t want to go on—it causes my chest to constrict for some odd reason.
I think about that night we spent with each other. An unfiltered image permeates my mind… of the first time that Zane sunk himself into me. This came on the heels of him bringing me to a blistering climax with his mouth and deftly sheathing himself with a condom before I could even catch my breath.
He’s a large man… everywhere, and he filled me so completely that I could feel every nuance of his movements. He fucked me thoroughly… slowly, and murmured in my ear the entire time. Lovely endearments with just a hint of dirty talk.
Never imagined it would feel this good.
Fuck, Cady… I’m on the verge of losing control.
I’m getting ready to come… but don’t think it’s the end of this night. I’m already planning to fuck you from behind the next time.
I shiver as I remember the lust and passion in his voice… the surety with which he spoke and the confidence with which he played my body. He made me feel like the sexiest woman he had ever been with, and his skills as a lover had me orgasming again just as he did.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph… those memories cause me to feel warm, flushed, and out of breath.
And before I know it, I can’t freaking help the stupid, stupid postscript that comes to mind. My fingers start flying over my keyboard, and I can’t seem to muster up the perseverance to stop myself.
P.S.
I would love nothing more than to come visit, because yes… you sort of spoiled me with your bedroom activities. I’m not sure I’ll ever have that many orgasms in such a short time period again. Yet, that can’t be a good enough reason for me to forsake my schooling. I guess the memories will have to be enough. ;)
And yes… I gave him a smiling face with a wink, just so he understands that despite me having some feelings brewing inside, this is still going to be nothing more than flirtation for us.
Before I could wise up… before I could come to my senses, I hit the send button. Then, there’s no taking back the fact I kept the door open to continue our sexual banter.
I’m so bad, and I’m going to suffer for it, because there won’t be a damn thing I can do about it. But if I can’t have the real deal with him, I guess flirting and revisiting the most sensual night of my life isn’t such a hardship to bear.
My cell phone rings, jerking me from all of these thoughts about Zane and our non-relationship. I see Teagan’s name flashing, and I answer.
“What’s up?” I ask brusquely, still not quite ready to fully forgive her for bringing Colin to our girls’ night out. While he was indeed nice, cute, and charming, I really wasn’t interested in dating anyone right now. I only agreed to dinner because he caught me off guard, and I literally couldn’t think of a single polite excuse to decline. So now, I’m stuck.
“Don’t take that tone with me, darling,” Teagan huffs and, immediately, she makes me smile. She may be a bitch half the time, and she lives her life like a crazy woman, but she’s my crazy bitch and I love her.
“I’m still mad at you for bringing Colin out the other night,” I sniff back. “I told you I don’t want to date anyone right now.”
“Yet, you agreed to go out to dinner with him,” she points out.