Blooms and dooms of passion

Vanessa walked into the dimly lit restroom in a club. The music was blaring so loudly that she thought she would go deaf. She heard a noise and paused. She listened carefully and heard it again. It was a woman’s moan, soft and sensual.

At first, she ignored it. It was probably two people making out and they would join the party soon. But she was wrong. The woman’s moans grew urgent, making her own legs quiver. She tried to pay no attention to it and finished her business in the restroom.

She was about to leave when she heard the woman let out a frustrated noise.

“Make some damn sound, will you, El?”

“Earn it,” her partner grunted.

Immediately, Vanessa’s panties got damp.

That was the sexiest voice she had ever heard! Her hand slid into her pants involuntarily and began to caress her most intimate area.

Soon, the place was filled with kissing sounds as the couple resumed their affair.

“Oh, you perverted bastard,” she heard the woman say. “I know you can’t wait anymore.”

“Hands on your toes,” the man ordered.

She giggled, but it was cut short by a loud whack. The woman let out a moan so loud that Vanessa wondered if she had no shame at all. What if someone else heard them like she did now? Or did people in Brooklyn not just give a fuck?

“Yeah, daddy,” the woman was moaning. “Spank me just like that! I’ve been such a bad girl.”

Vanessa could not take it anymore. She hastily took off her panties, careful not to attract the attention of the people in the other bathroom. As the woman’s moans echoed in the bathroom, she slipped a finger into her pussy as she imagined herself as the woman.

She covered her mouth with her palm to prevent her own cries of pleasure from leaking out. Soon, she could hear the wet and slurping sounds that their sex made, coupled with the sound of her pussy suctioning her fingers.

This seemed to send the man off the edge for he grunted with pleasure and spanked the woman again. She let out another loud yelp and Vanessa nearly came as she envisioned the faceless man sliding in and out of her.

The woman’s screams rose several decibels higher as kissing sounds followed.

“I’m coming! My goodness, El, fuck me hard!”

Surprisingly, the man let out a loud moan as he came too. Who would have thought that the silent man would moan so loud when he came. This increased Vanessa’s pleasure as her orgasm engulfed her. It hit her so hard that she cried out, turning limp as her juices filled her fingers.

“Did you hear that?” she heard the woman ask.

“Yeah,” the man was back to his cryptic words. “Let’s get out of here.”

“But I want to hear them have sex too. Who knows? We might get lucky enough to watch.”

“Carol,” the man warned.

“Ugh, you’re such a spoilsport!”

As their footsteps receded, Vanessa realized that she had been holding her breath. It was a good thing they didn’t suspect that she had just used them to get an orgasm. Oh, to have such wild sex outdoor! Why couldn’t that ever happen to her?

“Vanessa?”

Oh shit!

She had forgotten that her friend was waiting outside for her. she washed up and ran out to meet her.

“What took you so long, Van?” her friend asked. “Don’t tell me you got anxious and decided to lock yourself up in there. You’ll do no such thing under my watch. We planned to enjoy this semester. Don’t forget that.”

“But I need to be in bed now to attend to my accommodation issues tomorrow.”

“Oh, Van, leave tomorrow until tomorrow. Who knows? You might get the crazy sexual experience you’ve always dreamed of.”

If only that were true.

**** **** ****

Vanessa wiped the sweat from her forehead and knocked on the brown door in front of her. She was hungover and needed rest, but she had more urgent matters to attend to. This was her first year in college, and she was stranded. She had an apartment already, but some guy paid the house owner off and took her spot.

Now, she had to take his spot in another house. She had pictured a terrible house with unkempt surroundings, but this house in front of her surprised her. Why did the guy leave this beautiful place for such an old apartment? Was everyone in Brooklyn weird?

This place looked clean and cozy, and she immediately guessed that it belonged to a woman in her mid-sixties. So, she put on her sweetest smile and anticipated response. However, when the door swung open, her smile faltered, and her jaw dropped.

Standing in front of her was a tall, tanned man with brown hair and green eyes. He had sharp features and a chiseled jawline that stood out. He quirked an elegant brow, and she nearly fell at this handsome stranger’s feet.

“How may I help you?” he asked coldly.

She flinched and took two steps backward. “I’m a new tenant here. May I see the owner, please?”

The man sized her up with his intimidating gaze. “You’ve got the wrong house.”

“I don’t think so. This is the correct address.”

“I’m the owner, and the only person I’m expecting to move here is male, and you aren’t. Or…”

“Oh, no!” she said quickly. “I’m pretty much female. A student named Jefferson paid to acquire my new apartment for some unknown reason, and I had no choice but to take up his spot here.”

He scrunched his nose up in what she thought to be disgust. “Jefferson Andrew?”

“Yes.”

“You’re the replacement then?”

That’s what I said, she thought. But she offered him a polite smile before simply saying “Yes.”

“I’ll be back,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and slamming the door to her face.

She grimaced and leaned against the door with a tired sigh. She had barely even started her life here, and everything was already frustrating. She should have just forfeited the admission, but that would mean staying with her overbearing mother for an extra year. She didn’t think she would be able to survive that. Also, why did the man sound so familiar? Had she met him somewhere before?

The door opened abruptly and she lost her balance. A silent scream escaped her mouth as she braced herself for the fall. However, before she could hit the floor, a pair of strong warm hands grabbed her bare waist and pulled her up.

As her body slid against his, she felt a sudden surge of heat deep between her legs. But that soon vanished as soon as she saw the disgust on the man’s face. He let go of her, and she turned red.

“I said I was coming back,” he said.

“I was waiting for you.”

“By leaning against the door that I would come out from?”

“I didn’t mean…”

“Come in,” he cut her short. “I already spoke to the agent. We’re expecting one more person, and I hope this one will be male.”

She followed him, rolling her luggage along with her. The house was cozy and air conditioned, a cool invitation from the hot weather outside.

“Wait here for me,” he said when they got into the kitchen.

As soon as he disappeared into one of the rooms, she scanned the kitchen. It was quite big. No, it was big enough for five people to share. Judging by the island in the kitchen, she could tell that the man was rich. Whatever did he need their rent for?

Maybe he wasn’t as rich as he used to be, she concluded. That would explain why he let out the rooms in his house at such a cheap price. He emerged from the room and handed her a bunch of keys.

“This,” he said, holding them up one after the other. “…opens your room. This opens the main door, and this opens the garage.”

She blinked at him in confusion. The keys looked the same, but she took them from him anyway.

“Thank you,” she said.

“That’s your room,” he pointed to a white door.

She was relieved to finally have a place. A nice shower, a warm meal, and clean sheets would be nice. The thought of it made her dizzy. After the journey from New Jersey, that was the best thing for her.

“I’m Vanessa Rhoades,” she said.

He didn’t respond, he just stared at her blankly. When she was sure that he wasn’t going to say anything, she began to pack her luggage into her room. What was wrong with the man anyway? She didn’t know why she felt safe here despite how cold he was.

“Oh, Van,” she chuckled. “You have no sense of survival.”

She turned to the door to go for her last bag and saw him at the door with it.

This man!

“Here,” he said in a gentler voice this time.

“Thank you,” she squeaked in surprise as she took the bag from him.

She shouldn’t have left the door open. Now, it would be awkward to close the door, especially when he wasn’t leaving. He just stood there, staring at her like he wanted to photograph her face into his memory.

“Thank you,” she said again. “Mr...?”

“Elio,” he said. “Just call me Elio.”

“Elio,” she repeated, letting the name roll over her tongue.

That was one of the most beautiful names she had ever heard. She would have told him that, but she didn’t think he would appreciate it, so she decided against it.

“There are no house rules yet. So, while we wait for the last occupant, I’ll come up with a few dos and don’ts. By the way, be mindful of the heater in your bathroom. It’s faulty, I’ll have someone check it tomorrow and…”

Her phone rang, and it jolted her upright. She grabbed the phone clumsily, and her purse fell off the dresser in the process. As soon as it hit the ground, a pink object rolled out of it. Her face turned crimson as she realized what it was.

Was that her rose toy?!