A Desire

I made it through the sex well, at least for Fred, and was lucky that I didn't screw up by mispronouncing Fred's name as Marco. If I had, I don't know how would Fred have felt.

My reflection in the bathroom mirror portrayed someone more confident, more refreshed, and happier. Being in touch with Fred helped me a lot not to be sad about what Marco had done to me. I also felt less pathetic, I proved myself that I could kiss (and have sex) right after Marco thought that he kissed me just to pay a debt, just to give him an advantage. And it wasn't an emotional advantage.

My cell phone rang from inside my bag. Of course it was Kim.

"Leanne, where are you?" I could hear her lowering her voice.

I leaned against the edge of the bathroom counter. "I'm with someone, no need to worry."

"Someone...? Oh...," I was one hundred percent sure she was holding back a giggle. "Alright, have fun!" And Kim immediately hung up, very hurriedly, not like she would normally ask a lot of questions. Maybe she was thinking not to interrupt my "fun-activities".

I exhaled. After putting my makeup and cell phone back into my bag, I walked out of the bathroom. Fred was asleep in bed, his clothes still scattered on the floor. With slow, silent steps (not wanting to wake him up) I walked to the door, intending to leave.

"You're leaving...?"

I gasped softly, then looked to the side. Fred was asleep again. He seemed to be only half-awake. I deliberately watched him for a while longer, making sure that he really did go back to sleep. And when I was sure, I left him alone in this room.

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I'll go straight back to the hotel.

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I sent the message when I had already arrived at the hotel room. I threw my phone and bag onto the bed, and walked to the bathroom mirror. If I looked in the mirror earlier and felt refreshed and proud of myself, now all I could see was how miserable I was, that there was a cold hole in my heart that might never warm up. That the hole would continue to gape and grow wider with each passing day.

I stare at my exposed waist, touching it, feeling the touch of Marco's cold hands there. Then my gaze rose to my lips, where it would only be a matter of seconds before I could taste Marco's lips again.

I unzip the dress and lower the fabric to the floor. I stare at my now naked body. Does Marco think I'm not beautiful?

My index finger touches my lips, rubbing them. I want Marco to kiss me.

My hands went down to my neck, slowly making their way to my breasts. I let out a small sigh as I pinched the nipple, twisting it delicately. Does Marco not want to touch them, pinch them, lick them, and bite them?

Then my touch goes down to the waist, stroking it up and down with my fingertips. I want his cold palm to be placed here again.

Until finally my middle and index fingers touch my core, sending a delightful sensation throughout my body. I want Marco to touch this part, want him to play with his tongue here, want him to thrust his cock here.

I rub my clitoris slowly, then faster and faster until my knees can't hold the weight of my body. My left hand clung to the edge of the sink, keeping my body standing, so I could see my face in the mirror. My face that craved Marco so much, wanted him to fuck me, and hoped for him to smash me into pieces until I couldn't wake up the next day.

My subconscious made up the scenario: Marco was in the bathroom with me, fondling my body from behind, sniffing my neck, and rubbing his cock against the crack of my ass. He said something like "you little bitch" and then spread my legs using his knee. Marco's cock entered me with a single stroke, so fucking hard that I screamed. And he really bombarded me with an incredible back and forth motion.

Until the imagination started to fade from my mind, I was in a bit of a panic. I tried to focus on forming the scene again, forcing my subconscious to play the fabricated scene again. While my two fingers were busy going in and out of my pussy, I kept trying to maintain the image of Marco.

My body starts to warm up and then heat up. My two fingers were doing their job faster and faster. Soon I will reach the peak, my body is already trembling. The grip of my left hand is getting stronger, while my knees are getting weaker.

The bathroom is filled to the brim with my sighs and moans. And the situation was so crazy that I was calling Marco's name over and over again in frustration. I moaned, my body really could barely bear the sensation. Until finally I felt an overwhelming relief and my hand was splashed by my own orgasmic juices.

I shook off my hands and washed them in the sink. I looked back at my reflection in the mirror. There was a naked woman there, gasping for air. This was so crazy. I'm masturbating? Leandra Corbin touching herself by imagining Marco even as he dumped her hours ago?

***

"You slept with Mr. Collins?!"

I was still in half-sleep when Kim suddenly came in and immediately accused me of such.

"I don't know Mr. Collins." I pushed away her hand that was pulling at my blanket and covered my whole body with it again.

"Frederick Collins!" Kim was still trying to pull the blanket off me, but I resisted hard.

"That Fred who's your coworker?" I muttered, still reluctant to engage her.

"You call my boss by his nickname?!"

My eyes rounded perfectly. I immediately threw off the blanket and sat up to face Kim. "Hell, he's your boss?!"

"Huh, now you're awake." Kim then sat down, holding her head. She probably couldn't understand how I could sleep with her boss. "How could that happen? I told you to have fun to forget about your mystery man, but why my boss?"

Well, I was right.

"He just said that he was your coworker!"

"How did he know you were my friend?"

"And how did you know I slept with him?"

We paused, looked at each other, held our breath, then exhaled roughly together. No one answered each other's questions.

"It was just a one night stand," I said then, trying to put her at ease, even though I was a bit worried myself.

"He was looking for you. He asked me where you were."

"You told him?" I probe, hoping Kim isn't being stupid. And I thanked her God that she shook her head. " I hope he's wise enough to separate work from personal matters."

"He is wise enough, thankfully." Kim finally got up from the bed. She let out a tired sigh. "Go back to sleep, I'm just surprised," she said before disappearing into the bathroom.

I looked at the clock on my phone. Kim woke me up at three in the morning just because she was surprised!

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271122, Anne Joyce