I nod in acknowledgement. There are so many things that I want to tell her, to ask her, but the words refuse to come out. I feel like a complete moron as I stand like this in her apartment, with literally nothing to say.
“You changed,” I manage to spill out after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.
She has a thick robe on, and I remember always seeing it hanging on the back of her bathroom door.
“It would’ve been really weird if I came back still naked, don’t you think?”
The smirk she gives me is confident, like whatever episode she had before she went in is over. She is back to her old sarcastic self. And I love it.
“I’d rather save the chocolate cake for tomorrow.” She gets right to business. “I’m really tired, and I need to be up very early in the morning, so…”
Her eyes move from me to the door, like she’s trying to signal me that I need to leave.
“I want to spend the night,” I blurt out.
Mona’s eyebrows go up in surprise, and for good reason. I’ve never been into this kind of a domestic scene where I would spontaneously ask to spend the night at her place. Pre-planned overnight visits, yes.
“Why?”
It’s a fair question, which I’d rather not answer. But since I am on a mission to win her back, I shouldn’t lie or pretend like this is nothing.
“I don’t want to be alone,” I confess.
She doesn’t move from her spot or react in any way. Instead, she stares at me with a look on her face that I just can’t read. Years of high dollar business dealings did not prepare me for this moment. Bile rises in the back of my throat as I brace myself for her rejection.
“Come on, then.”
I don’t move, thinking that I misheard her. She spins on her heels like she is about to leave, presumably to go to her bedroom. At the last minute, she turns around and grabs me by the hand, pulling me behind her with very little effort since I’m not fighting it.
When we reach the bedroom, she walks over to the side of the bed that she normally sleeps on when I am here. I watch as she undoes the robe and drops it to the floor. Disappointment fills me when I see that she is not naked as I was hoping, but then, the breath gets knocked out of me when I see that she’s wearing an old T-shirt of mine. One that I didn’t even know she was in possession of.
She looks at me with defiance, like she is expecting for me to say something about it, and she is prepared with a comeback. Instead, I walk over to my side and proceed to remove my clothes.
Just as I am about to take my pants off, I realize that I didn’t bring anything with me, like a toothbrush, or soap for when I shower.
“There’s stuff under the sink,” Mona tells me, reading my face correctly. “It’s for cases of emergency,” she explains.
I nod and continue with my pants, then socks, and soon, I am in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs.
“Nice,” Mona chuckles. When I look at her, I notice her eyeing the bulge in the front. By now, she is in bed, looking comfortable as she hugs the sheets to her chest.
The walk to her bathroom is painful, more so since I am so aware of the erection I am sporting. I turn the shower on, and, as I wait for the water to warm up, I look under the sink as directed by her. I find a brand new toothbrush still in the wrapper and a travel sized tube of toothpaste. My hand freezes on it when I realize it’s the same kind that I use at home, which is different than what she likes.
It's such a small thing, but it further proves what a moron I’ve been when it came to this woman. I can’t blow this, I tell myself.
With shaky hands, I squeeze the paste on the toothbrush, then hop in the shower, brushing with one hand while sopping up with the other. Once my teeth feel clean, I spit out the paste and continue scrubbing at my body.
I moan when my fingers brush against my very hard cock. I close my eyes, and all I see is Mona on that kitchen counter, with her legs spread out, waiting for me to lick her clean and make her feel good.
The more I think of it, the more intense the pain in my cock becomes. I need relief, and there is no way that I can get in that bed with her unless I do something about this.
My teeth clench around the toothbrush when I rest a hand against the small shower stall. There’s barely any room in here to do anything, and that’s never been more obvious than when I hit my elbow hard against the door when I try to jerk myself off.
Fortunately, it is not on the funny bone, and not enough of a distraction for me to stop. Instead, I keep my eyes closed, focused on the image behind my eyelids. In my fantasy, I lick Mona’s pink folds, bringing her closer to the brink of an orgasm but stopping each time I think she’s about to fall into the abyss.
“Alex, this is too much,” she whimpers as she tries to push my face more into her pussy. “I want more!”
Her had falls back and her breasts bounce up and down as her hips move, trying to come off the counter.
