Doing It With David

Short Story 1

As I brushed through my thick brown hair, I thought back to the moment that my eyes first landed on David. I was at a club, pretty drunk, I must add, but when I saw him, it was as if I hadn’t drank a single drop that night.           

His tall, lean body was up against the bar, chatting to a friend. He would often run his fingers through his dark hair, his shoulders bouncing as he would laugh. I stood there standing at the edge of the dance floor, being bumped and grinded against as I stared at this wonderful man.

The Morning After

Continuation of Short Story 1

Obeying his command, I spread my legs out farther apart, just waiting for the onslaught of pleasure that was soon to come.

Suddenly, he was inside me. The feeling of fullness made me groan, my back arching. His hands came around the front of me, playing with my hardened nipples. He reared back all the way and slammed into me once again, harder than before.

Yes Sir

Continuation of Short Story 1

           I force myself to fall to my knees, my hands on my thighs. Looking down, my voice trembles as I whisper, “I’m sorry, sir. I did not mean to speak to you that way.”

            I hear David mumble something and watch as he walks away. Fuck, I thought. What the hell am I going to do? I can’t get pregnant. I don’t want kids. Oh, God, help me.

            I keep still in my position, knowing that he’ll be back. I was right; I see his bare feet walking towards me. “Stand up,” his gruff voice commanded

Temper

Continuation of Short Story 1

            I got into my car, and rested my head on the steering wheel, trying to control my tears. My head shot up as I remembered something, something really important. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before. In David’s voicemail greeting, he says his last name. David Peterson. This is good. I can go somewhere with this.

            Wiping my cheeks, I buckled up and raced to my apartment. 

Someone New

Continuation of Short Story 1

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor, and a very attractive man stepped in. He stood on the opposite side of the elevator, staring up at the numbers above the door. I couldn’t help but notice him. He had dark blonde hair that was in need of a trim. He wore black square framed glasses that complemented his dark blue suit. There was a tattoo sticking out of the collar of his shirt. I stifled the urge to lick my lipss when I could smell his cologne, taking a whiff of the air around me.