I had dropped Andi off at her new store and apartment three days ago. I hadn’t heard from her since nor had I attempted to contact her, but she had been at the forefront of my mind. For just a brief moment in time, the melancholy that was my life seemed to sharpen and brighten. She had incited a physical reaction from my body, albeit not on purpose, that no other woman had been capable of doing for a year now. That mere fact alone intrigued me. To be honest, the entire damn package intrigued me. She was so innocent and so country, I could almost smell the pure, clean country air on her skin. No, not country air, cinnamon. As if she spent every spare moment baking cinnamon rolls or something. I wanted to lay her out before me and inhale her in like an addict. Andi wasn’t at all like the women I would normally indulge in socially. She was smaller and paler, too carefree, too real. She was the kind of girl a man took home to meet his mom and dad. She was the kind of girl I avoided.
As I stepped off the elevator to my apartment, I was so preoccupied with my thoughts and the phone in my hand that I failed to notice Donna strolling seductively towards me. By the time I glanced up, she was almost upon me. She was wearing a coat which I knew could only mean one thing, and as she slowly unwound the belt, she confirmed my suspicious. As naked as the day she was born, except for a pair of exceptionally high heeled boots. Her body was a masterpiece, her tits perfection, tipped with pale brown nipples that I knew were smooth and soft. Her * was groomed to a neat little runway strip, her legs long and slender. In the boots she stood at the same height as me. Without pause, Donna pressed her body to mine and groped me through my jeans. Her expert hand did nothing for me. Shit, shit, shit. Come on, dick, get with the program. You put on the performance of a lifetime with Andi, time to get back into the swing of things.
“My * is throbbing for you, Decker,” whispered Donna. Not wanting the neighbors to catch me with a naked woman in the hallway, again, I quickly opened my door and pushed Donna inside.
“Baby I can’t, I’ve got plans tonight,” I said in an attempt to put her off.
Donna ignored me; she was good at that. What Donna wanted, Donna got. She pulled the belt from my jeans and skillfully unzipped my fly. The next thing I knew, she was on her knees in front of me with my cock in her mouth. Damn, now was not the time for performance anxiety. I leaned against the door and squeezed my eyes closed. Behind the darkness of my eyelids, I imagined Andi doing this to me, her tiny little body worshipping mine, sucking on me. Much to my surprise, I grew hard. I kept my eyes closed as I grabbed Donna’s long dark hair and forced her head closer, pumping into her collagen injected lips. Damn that felt good. Donna’s mouth was like a slick, wet furnace. At the thought of Donna my dick began to rapidly lose interest. OH HELL NO. Andi, strawberry blonde hair wrapped around my fist, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked hard on my length. Her hands skillfully cupping my balls, playing with them as her other hand follows her lips up and down my shaft. Oh yeah, that was better. I could do this for hours. Donna—scratch that—Andi cupped my balls, rolling them in her hands while she sucked me, her tongue flicking with expertise over the end of my knob. All that sensation combined with my image of Andi had me racing to a quick climax. The pressure built like a freight train and blew out of me with the force of a volcanic eruption. As the white light that had momentarily flooded my vision receded, I imagined when I opened my eyes I would find Donna before me with the back of her head blown out. I smiled. I hadn’t blown that hard in years. And all it had taken was the mental image of one sweet country bumpkin that was as good as my best friend’s sister. She was a no-go zone. Well, didn’t that just suck the happiness right out of my soul?
I finally looked down and found Donna licking her lips with satisfaction. She looked up at me through her thick and heavy false eyelashes, her fingers already busy in her *. That sight was doing nothing for me. “Thanks, babe, that was awesome,” I murmured, pulling my jeans up and stepping around her. I needed to get away from her. She wasn’t the one I needed right now. In the last ten minutes, it had become apparent that my dick had a hard-on for Andi Jennings.
“What the fuck, Decker?” Donna screeched as I moved to my bedroom and quickly changed my shirt. I threw some water on my face and dried it off, Donna squawking at me the entire time.
“Donna, I told you I have plans tonight.” I grabbed my keys and pulled her towards the door.
“You’re just gonna leave me like this? My * is so sensitive I could come from just walking.” She growled as I locked my apartment.
I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Then you shouldn’t have any problem taking care of it yourself.”
As I walked away, I expected growling, snarling, the sound of sharp nails trailing with murderous intent down the walls. Instead, she was remarkably quiet. I didn’t relax until I was seated in my car, and even then I kept thinking Donna would come at me out of nowhere, screaming like some out of control banshee. But she didn’t.