Twenty-three

Edith and I agreed that I would let the issue be for some time, see if the person shells up with some weird effects. She said that it would be easier to resolve it if I told Cole and Dylan what was going on. I didn't want Cole or Dylan to find out I slept with both of them, they would view me as a hustler and perhaps make matters worse. I wasn't sure really but just to stay.

I was back in my apartment. I picked up the phone to write to Dylan at least to return the textbook communication he transferred before that week.

-Hi, how are you?

. It took lower than five twinkles and Dylan replied.

- Hey love, I'm doing okay.

-How are you doing?

I was taken suddenly by how fast his response had been. I was apprehensive of how busy his job could be and how little or no time he could have for being on his cell phone.

-I'm doing alright.

I transferred the textbook and put my phone down, sure the discussion would not carry on. But my phone buzzed with a textbook from Dylan saying

- Do want to snare commodity to drink?

I smiled and snappily replied

-Sure, I need it.

I really demanded to relax my mind, to reconnect with reality, and not let this incident shake me.

-Any suggestions for a place? He asked

-I know a place.

*****

Dylan and I met at a bar in the city. I didn't want us to go back to the bone we first had our date in just in case that's where someone followed us from. For that evening, I wore black jeans, with some while lurkers, and threw on a slate sweatshirt. Just commodity casual. Dylan had a casual blue jeans on a black t-shirt.

“ You still rock those jeans enough well.” He reflected

“ You flatter me too much.”

He didn't reply as we walked into the bar and picked a table to sit on. I claimed we sit on one at the center of the bar in case anyone was taking filmland, they would have a hard time. Dylan didn't argue so we took a table at the center of the room.

“ So you went quiet on me after realizing you couldn't get any information out of me?”

I nearly choked on my own slaver, surprised at the fact that he allowed I was the one who didn't want to talk because I was frenetic at him.

“ No need, I was just on a temporary part and decided I didn't want to get into commodity I didn't want.”

Dylan raised an eyebrow easily surprised.

“ You got a new part?”

I jounced, feeling proud of the achievement that had just come to me.

“ Now the particular adjunct to the editor in chief.”

“ I'm happy for you, I wish you had told me sooner, I would have organized a better date or commodity nice for you.”

I was flattered but this was alright with me.

“ This festivity right then sits well with me, small and simple.”

“ Also we should have a toast to you, your success and further triumphs.” He signaled to where the server was. I looked at him near to being safe. It wasn't a bigwig taking filmland. He was short with shoulder-length curled hair and a thick mustache. He sounded to have been sweating heavily that evening from how it reflected on his forepart, and the marks under his shirt. But he looked like the person who would be stalking me.

“ Margarita for two please.” Dylan pleased the order for us and I didn't argue, a margarita would not be bad at all.

****

Dylan and I didn't drink a lot that evening. We were both sober as we talked about arbitrary effects similar to family, parturition, and teen gestation.

“ So why were you frenetic at me when I was at your house?” I demanded to know.

“ You didn't call me back or run after me for the last nanosecond kiss or commodity sweet,” I added. Dylan let out a shriek, he ran his hand over his face also turned his focus back on me.

“ You said everything that happed was just coitus, Ellen, how was I supposed to respond?”

. I rolled my eyes. I mean that was the whole point.

“ But that was the thing, just coitus, jus coitus, just goddam feel good coitus.”

“ I get but what if that isn't what I want and I want you, I want us, a home or effects like that.” I wasn't moved, it was frequently normal to feel confused after some great coitus with a person who was sure you were attracted to. Coitus can make you feel love for some when it isn't indeed that, it was a great sense good sport adding in those hormones.

“ Come on Dylan let's not do this, this isn't your first time hooking up with a woman and allowing you to love her,” I said leaning in to make myself more and more clear.

He jounced his head in agreement and lowered. “ I suppose you have a point, Elle, I had a really great time with you, the coitus was good too and I wanted it to keep passing.”

I heard him loud and clear and how much he wanted it to keep passing, I wanted it to, still wanted it.

“ I suppose I should head back to my apartment,” I said getting up from my seat. The time spent with Dylan had been refreshing and a great time outdoors. I was thankful.

We sluggishly walked out of the bar after Dylan paid the bill. We made small talk about certain job professionals or side hustles that people come up with to survive similar to scumming others or catfishing people.

“ As an operative, we work with the police hand in hand trust me, we hear a lot of different scripts like women being scummed because some dude asked for some people online.”

“ Oh my goodness it really happens?” I asked

Dylan jounced.

“ On a case, I worked on was about a woman from Rochester who started drooling with this man who claimed to be from Washington. The man made her feel agitated watched for and felt noticed by this man. He told her he worked as a mastermind but was in a lot of debt which he demanded to clear presto. He asked for plutocrat and she transferred seventeen thousand bones to his account and you won't believe what happens next.”

I was curious. “ What did he do?”

“ Guess.” Dylan blandished.

“ He deleted his account which he was using to sputter with her?”

“ That's close but he wrote her a mocking communication telling her she was the dumbest person he knew.”

Wow, people were that mean to others.

“ Oh my goodness, I can only imagine the emotional damage as well as the fiscal bone.”

“ It was a sad case.”

“ Were you suitable to trace the man?”

“ We did. At least some justice was served.” He held my hand in his, locking our fritters as we walked down the shops.

“ The stars are shining impeccably on your face tonight,” Dylan said while stroking my impertinence as we stopped and stood in the middle of the road. There were many people passing but he didn't feel bothered by it.

I didn't realize what he was allowing me of doing but he leaned in and kissed me. His lips moved sluggishly and gently on mine. I didn't kiss him back, I really didn't want to add further fire to the burning dears of a mess I was formerly in, caught in between these men. But he continued to kiss me passionately and also held me by the midriff. I liked how well he tested, some margarita, some good flavor I couldn't tell, and how his hands were around my midriff. The whole setup of the scene, the kiss itself was different in every way. It was like opening up my soul, tasting and seeing every color of the rainbow in a new voluptuous way. It was nearly like catching a smile in a bottle, the wimpiness of Dylan's wimpiness, and the agreeableness of his lips. It was Like I was breathing him in, the whole being of him in the person like a cool inhalation of oxygen to warm my soul. The kiss felt like it held raw, violent emotion like nothing in the world was but me and this person, Dylan kissing under a road light on the thoroughfares of New York. This feeling was like I was levitating off the ground floating in the air, it was analogous to an orgasm, but slightly different as this bone only involved my mouth and the whim-whams consummations in that region. Nonetheless, it was beautiful. It was a What I was a feeling I wasn't suitable to put into words, nor was I sure there was any part of speech or figure of speech constructed to describe it. It felt like an aphrodisiac, mixed with a Pandora's box effect, fireworks glowing inside of me from the touch of Dylan's lips on me.

Was it the love I was feeling? Was it the alcohol I had taken before, the damn margarita? Or I was just feeling tipsy and wanton at the same time?

. My mind reminded me of a possible snooper conceivably watching so I pulled Dylan to a kindly dark alley where I was sure, indeed if good shots were taken they would be pitch black.

Chapter twenty

As soon as Dylan's back hit the wall, I was formerly feeling his hard and ready replied incline. I was formerly excited to have him inside me. It was enough dark where we stood but I was determined for us to have a real fast quickie so I let him take the lead and let me at the wall. As soon as my hands felt the wall I was formerly bent over the pulley my jeans too as low as I could so that Dylan could come by.

We were both breathing heavily, none of us said a word because we knew people were passing. I felt Dylan's hands move over my hips also my virginia, jackpot he'd located the coochie. He didn't vacillate, he snappily plugged his hard member inside me and for a brief moment, I flung at how deep he went all the way in. He also went on to drive into me, he was presto, hard, he was pounding into me it nearly felt it was angry quick sex. But I loved it, it was dirty in all ways, parlous, hot kinky, and amorous. He was hitting it from before, hitting all the right places so good with the right quantum of force, of pressure that I demanded.

I wanted to wail as his hand reached for my chin and pulled it up. This was kinky. I loved the sense of his hand on my hipsterism, running me into him, and how he seized me with the other. There were a lot of muffled up kissers from me, I wanted them to escape but we could not, this was a too pubic area. Imagine someone walking in on Dylan and me on a road alley, how disturbing would that be. So I held the moans in, paid attention to Dylan's heavy breathing and the clapping sound his public bone made with my burro as they collided.

“ Ahhhh, damn Ellen.” He breathed snappily pulling out of my coochie. He let his slip fall to the ground after his release. It was so hot. I stood up straight and pulled up my jeans when I turned, Dylan kissed me holding my face in his hands.

Hardly had I finished buttoning my jeans also Dylan seized me by the midriff and pulled me to him and flew into his arms so fluently. Not enterprising, not daring let myself go — not indeed daring let myself realize that this sweet stuffiness and a pulsing fire was the morning of the indefinable life which, adeptly supported by fate, I had eventually conscious into being. Dylan touched my hot, opening lips with the utmost piety, bitsy drafts, nothing lecherous; but he, with an intolerant wriggle, pressed his mouth to mine so hard that I felt my big frontal teeth and participated in the peppermint taste of his slaver. I knew, of course, it was but an innocent game on his as I realized he was still neddy the same way that I was. We still wanted to fuck for the night.

“ Ellen, that, that was wild.” He breathed heavily and when I put my hand to his casket, I could feel his heart racing so presto it made me wonder if he was okay.

“ I loved it too,” I replied, smiling. There was no way of stopping me from getting some incline whenever I could. Yes was shameless, but I didn't know how differently not to be.

***********

My apartment demanded a lot of cleaning, there were clothes from the living area to the hallway leading to my bedroom. I felt like I was always too busy to hold a broom and make a difference. They said to be the change you wanted to see, I swear I had tried numerous times to see a difference in how neat my apartment was at the time. Edith's apartment was always well set, from the moment you walked into her apartment, the part where you could fluently hook your fleece was well set and everything was neat. The settee didn't have redundant luggage on it like books, ladles, or missing socks you were sure you had lost. But she had always had it in her, from the time we were little, she had always not only been the elder family, but the beat, smart, facetious, and delightful family.

I looked lazily on my settee as soon as I stepped by. I let out a groan at the pile of coitus books, DVDs, and clothes that had been there. I removed my lurkers and left them near the door area and actually, I watch lower about what anyone allowed of how I had my effects. I wasn't lazy, I just didn't have time.

I sluggishly walked to the kitchen with my hands to my midriff. I felt a little bow there but it was normal because I had been fucked hard while bending over.

I seized a glass mug and decided to have some water and rehydration after she's important.

I also walked to my fridge and pulled out a coliseum that had some fried rice in it that I could use for the evening.

When I had warmed in the fryer, I decided to head off and have a hot bath. There was no denying that I smelt of Margarita, sweat, and coitus fluids if that is indeed a thing. I was smiling when I got flashbacks of Dylan and me making out on the thoroughfares, it felt like I had relived a teenage moment in my life. Being kissed under the road beacon post also moving to a dark alley and have some quick coitus. Don't judge me, I was a wild teenage back also and I had similar fantasies. I was still smiling again, still feeling giddy about how Dylan made me feel, about how great the quick coitus had been, and also about how the fact that it was parlous, it was sexier.

I removed my clothes snappily, threw them in the washing handbasket trying to reduce the mess that was formerly in pure actuality. I also walked to the shower. I demanded it. For me, taking a shower was taking time for myself, to recenter and feel my calm nature return, especially after an exciting day, amorous time, or anything leaving you restless. Taking a shower after all that was one of the pleasures of my day. I loved the hot water. I loved washing my hair, my coochie after it had been pounded, the smell of the cleaner I used, scented with some aloe vera to it. Raining for me was a contemplation of feathers combined with a boost for my senses. Showers could literally be a mood elevator, taking you advanced cheering you with water- clinch, warm and cozy.

When I was done, I was eager to feel the comfort of my bed, it felt like it had been long since I had been in that bed, alone that is.

I pulled on my old red pajama films and a slate saggy t-shirt with some socks on and I was ready to rest for the night, cozy, comfortable like an invigorated.