Thoughts and erection

Getting a hard on just by thinking about her.

Henry twirled around on the swivel chair in his office. He was frustrated; why was his father giving him troubles? He had been thinking of a way to dispel the engagement between he and Kathleen. However he couldn't come with a suitable plan; it wasn't an easy feat at all. His ringtone sounded at that moment.

"Who the fuck is calling me?" He groaned as he glanced at the caller ID. "Jake?"

"Yes,me." Jake's voice sounded right outside the door.

"The heck man!" Henry clutched his chest dramatically. Jake had a weird habit of calling someone when he was close to the person in fact. If he was already here, then what was the use of calling?

"Sorry, couldn't help it." Jake shrugged and plopped himself on the chair opposite Henry's.

"Why are you here?" Henry asked with an uninterested look plastered on his face. Recently,Jake always showed up at his office unannounced. When asked why,he always claimed it was because he missed him.

"I missed..." Jake began.

"Me. I know, but can't you just stay back at your cafe?" Henry wasn't in the mood to engage in irrelevant chitchats. He needed to figure out a way to stop the marriage between him and Kathleen from happening.

"That hurts, ouch...." Jake rolled his eyes dramatically.

"That's your business." Henry turned his attention to the documents on his table;he needed to sort them out. And yes,there was this offer he needed to see to.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" Jake could sense there was something wrong with his friend.

"You just noticed? Of course there is something wrong with me." Henry massaged his temple gently.

"Let me guess,you had a quarrel with your father over marriage again?" Jake said knowingly.

Henry nodded in affirmative,he was getting of everything. Why couldn't his father be understanding and let me off for a while. His mother wasn't even helping matters; always supporting her husband's decisions. Weren't mothers supportive of their children? Why was his case different? Choosing her husband over her son. This was nothing short of betrayal, yeah, that was what it was...

"Why don't you get married to her? I don't see why you shouldn't." Jake advised calmly.

Henry raised his head sharply to glare at his friend. Was he actually advising him to get married to Kathleen? For real? "Are you for real right now Jake?" Henry glared at his friend.

"Yeah, it's not as if you can get married to your little lover. You haven't even seen her for the past eight years, why don't you just get married to your fiancee?" Jake had a nonchalant expression on his face. He couldn't understand Henry's train of thoughts. Why was he delaying his marriage to Kathleen? She was beautiful,and more importantly,she was rich. So why did he keep on delaying?

"You don't understand Jake, I can't stop thinking of Quinn... I know it's been years now, but each time I think of her,my heart aches. I can't bring myself to marry Kathleen." Henry said in frustration.. He was confused too. It wasn't as if Quinn was going to come back to him. But he didn't want to get married to Kathleen. He couldn't...

"Henry,is there something wrong with you? Get married to Kathleen and save yourself the trouble. Your father keeps pestering you,so why don't you just man up and do it. It's not as if you are on the loosing end,so?" Jake was getting irritated. What was so special about Quinn? 'Wait', a thought suddenly occured to him.

"Do you love Quinn?" He asked seriously staring straight into his friend's eyes.

"Love? I don't think so, I guess I'm just obsessed. I don't get the kind of satisfaction I get from her from Kathleen. Hers is a different matter altogether." Henry ran his hands through his hair.

"Obsession? I don't think so man." Jake retorted. "It seems you are in love with your ex maid." He chuckled softly.

"I said I don't love her! I'm obsessed, fucking obsessed with her fucking body!" Henry slammed his hands on the table.

"Chill man... Why are you getting worked up? I didn't say anything wrong." Jake leaned back casually on his chair. He knew his friend was battling with the truth. How could he accept the fact that he loved his maid? A maid? Having sex was different from love.

"I'm not,you just don't seem to get it." Henry sighed.

"Whatever,I have to get going. I have an appointment with a hot chick." With a wink,Jake strolled out it the office. Henry stared at his departing figure and sighed again. He was sure getting it rough. Love? He wasn't sure that was he felt for Quinn. Or was it? No,of course not, it sounded ridiculous. In as much as they had sex, he didn't love her. But yeah, he loved fucking her. He missed her,he fucking did.

He missed her moans as he thrusted deep into her. Her misty eyes,her screams when she climaxed. He missed the way she took him into her sexy mouth and sucked him just the way he loved it. He fucking missed every fucking thing about her. For the past eight years,he had tried looking for her,but to no avail. It seemed she disappeared into thin air. He glanced at his hard member, the thinking about her alone gave him a hard on. He was pathetic,so pathetic...

Was she even thinking about him the way he did? Or did she find another sex partner? He winced,he didn't imagine her under another man, moaning in pleasure as he pounded into her. She was his and his alone... No other person could fuck her except him.. He remembered Jake's words about loving her,and laughed it off. However,he was sure if he was given an opportunity to marry her,he would. If for no reason, then just so he could get to fuck her everyday.

He stood up and walked into the bathroom,he had to relieve his desires. How could thinking about her alone arouse him? 'Fuck, what have you done to me, Quinn?' He wanted to be inside her once more...