Big tips and now offers of a ride. Will Lola have the guts to call again? Or will she shy away from Justine at the dinner? Keep reading to find out. Also, what would you do in this situation? Please send me your comments.
Justine-On the afternoon of Saturday the 24th I have had a decently busy day, and I’m always hungry. But the low rumble in my stomach is nothing compared to the need to get out of here. My mind is racing to see a certain special someone. “Lunch at Toby’s again?” Damien asks after my fourth meeting. “Yes, please, I have a craving,” I grin. I’m thinking more about Lola and not the food. It’s not often I daydream, but her eyes have haunted me since yesterday. My lunches at the diner are more enjoyable with Lola in the view, not because of her looks but her smile. How had I not noticed her before? “Are you getting a chocolate chip cookie again? That was good,” Damien gives me a knowing look. “If the mood arises,” I say coyly. “What would you like to eat? And I’ll order it for you.” I’m trying not to sound too obvious; I want to be alone again. But I also hate excluding Damien. He’s better company than most and makes my meals fun. “I’ll eat whatever you bring me,” Damien replies smo
Justine We arrive back at the office in time for several more boring meetings. To my surprise, during a hiatus, I got a call. Answering, I hear Lola stammer pretending it’s a misdial, and hanging up. She sounded nervous; it was cute. I did hope she would call. I tell Damien to reverse-dial her, and he smirks at me. I can’t explain, and he doesn’t press. My next meeting begins the moment he steps out of the room. The minutes seem agonizingly long waiting for him. When he returned to me glum, I was saddened that I might have scared her off, which is the opposite of what I wanted to do. My mind’s torn the rest of the day, emotionally kicking myself for being stupid. I hope this doesn’t make things awkward at the diner. I can’t dwell as my dull afternoon continues to drag on. Damien is patient, even ordering our dinner, as usual. I end the last meeting when I smell the mouthwatering food, and everyone goes home happy to get off early. Being my firm, Damien and I are usually the last to
Lola-On the evening of Saturday, the 24th. I curl up on the sofa under a plush blanket to pass the time with a book until I have to make dinner. This story keeps taking me through a whirlwind of emotions. I blink through four chapters, and before I know it, it’s seven o’clock. At this rate, I might finish it before the weekend. There’s a soft knock as I fold the blanket placing it over the back of the couch. I opened the door to a smiling Nathan, and I didn’t expect it. He’s in better spirits than most days after getting off work, and I’m grateful. But I’m more impressed that he doesn’t reek that strongly of alcohol as he hugs me. “I missed you,” I say to gauge his reaction. “Me too, babe,” he says, getting comfortable. “Did you get your truck fixed?” I ask while hanging his things. “What are you talking about?” he asks, running a hand through his hair after removing his hat. “Last night, you broke down. It’s why you couldn’t come over,” I clarify. “Yep, it’s fixed, but enough
Lola It’s always hot and cold with this man. One minute I’m afraid of who’s walking through the door. Other times I get this mildly caring boyfriend that he should be. Nathan watches from the doorway while I peel out of my clothes getting into bed. He then strips and crawls next to me, as he likes being the big spoon. “Damn, babe, your ass fits perfectly against me. Not too tired, I hope,” he moans, squeezing my thigh with need. “You sure know how to sweet talk a girl,” I said bashfully. Turning to look over my shoulder, he kisses me. He smells of beer, but at least it isn’t too heavy. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths, and I don’t mind the taste as it is not too horrible tonight. “Want me to help put you to sleep,” he asks after pulling his lips away. Rubbing himself against me, his cock is getting stiff with pleasure. Even my nipples are hard, responding to his temptations. “That wakes me and puts you to sleep,” I tease. “But I need it. Come on, let’s have some fun,” N
Lola - On Sunday, the 25th In the morning, I sleepily head for the shower alone. The hot water hits my skin, waking my mind. I soak my hair, remembering last night’s sexcapade, and get gloomy again. My stomach drops to the floor, worrying about being pregnant. I hold back my anxiety, hearing the door open. “Morning,” Nathan says, entering the tub. “Sorry if I woke you,” I stammer to keep him from reading my mind. “I like waking up to you like this,” he says in my ear seductively. Nathan massages my shoulders and kisses me under the water. He then takes my soapy loofa and slowly washes my body. To my surprise, he keeps his bits to himself, only occasionally moaning. I know, in his way, he is trying to apologize, but I also know he’s hoping for morning lovemaking. Given how our more recent encounters went, I would prefer to wait until after this incident concludes to have sex again. He hands me the loofa breaking my thoughts. I accept it, returning the favor by scrubbing his body.
Lola Why get my hopes up? Last date night, Nathan made me cry at an expensive restaurant. They asked us to leave, and he got even more upset. Moody as usual and drunk, of course, taking it out on me. Sex that night wasn’t on the menu as we argued back home. He managed to convince me anyway, which was horrible. Shaking that too out of my mind, I chose my outfit for tomorrow. If I wear something nice, it will be a good night. Is it too much to ask for a dinner I don’t have to cook or have a date where he doesn’t get drunk? I take a bath to relax for once. I can’t remember the last time I had a long soak and read. It’s one of my favorite things, but I’m constantly interrupted or unable to do this peacefully. I finished an excellent steamy chapter and am now ready to unwind. I close my eyes, comforted by the heat; it feels good on my skin. I’m always tense these days, but what helps is self-stimulation. I grin, picturing my novel’s sexy main character, but it slowly morphs into a soft
Lola-On the morning of Monday, the 26th I woke up feeling recharged and ready for my anniversary date later. I’m even giddy, expecting today will be a good day. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself to make it happen. However, my positive affirmations are cut short by a shooting pain in my ear. My hair is tangled in the bandage, making it difficult to remove quickly. I see blood drops on my hand. I figure it’s best to do this in the bathroom and hop in the shower. The adhesive pulls away easier using soap. I’m able to wash up without any more complications. After getting dressed, I cleaned the wound properly and replaced the bandage. With that minor debacle over, I look over the contents of my fridge. I’m about to prepare something to eat when my phone rings at around nine. I make my way to the bedroom to see who’s calling. I drop my phone on accident, and it rings twice before I can pick it up. It’s Tobias, and I answer quickly, knowing he needs help at work. “Hey, Lola. Can y
Lola “Lola, you are so attentive,” she says as I pour her more water. “It’s what I do. I only hope I don’t cook for myself later,” internally scolding myself again. “Can I get you anything else, Miss Justine?” I ask, trying to recover more gracefully. “No, Lola. Thank you, but may I ask a question,” she asked softly. “Sure,” I’m happy she’s driving the conversation. “The other day, why did you hang up so quickly when you called?” Her look and tone are so sincere that it breaks me. “I’m sorry I was in shock. Plus, I was bothering you at work,” Justine looking so sad, has me stammering. “Then there was the guy who called back. I was so surprised,” I can’t stop my mouth from talking. “I’m sorry. I hope Damien didn’t scare you. I had the switchboard reverse dial you for him, and I hope you call again if you need a ride in the future,” she pauses for me to respond, but I can’t. That came out of nowhere. She’s so lovely, yet she barely knows me. “Lola, I don’t like the idea of you t