Chapter 5: Lonely

Not hearing from him for several days, I begin to wonder if he even really liked me in the first place.  I thought there was this amazing chemistry between us, but maybe it was just all in my head.  After all, I haven’t had one text or phone call from him since he left. 

Shaking my head, I frown and then put my phone down after checking it one last time.  I need to go to the store, and I had been putting it off, just in case he called.  But as it looks right now, the only man I will be seeing is the cashier’s smiling face at the grocery store.

After getting ready, I close the door and lock it.  However, when I turn around and head to the car, I look up just to see Mr. Randal peeking out of his window curiously.  “What is his problem?” I say under my breath, before giving him a glaring look and walking to the car. 

While I am unlocking it, I sense someone behind me and turn around.  He is standing there staring at me with a big smile on his face.  By far, he is not handsome in my book and for some reason he always gives me the creeps.  “Hey, I was wondering if you had any plans tonight?” He asks in a cheerful mood while giving me the once over.

Now, I know what he was up to and exactly what he was thinking.  Trust me, being with him is the furthest thing from my mind.  Matter of fact, it disgusts me.  There is just something about him that makes me sick to my stomach and irritates the hell out of me, at the same time.

“Actually, I am going out to eat tonight with a friend.” I quickly state, as I do my best to lie and hope he doesn’t catch on.

“Oh?  And who might that be?” He suddenly frowns and looks put out.

“Just an old friend.  Nothing more.” I state rather flatly.

I gesture for him to move before I open my door and take a seat.  When he finally does, I look up at him and frown, then I close the door in his face. 

Thinking that may finally get my point across, I wave goodbye and smile.  It works because he backs up hesitantly and glares at me with a scowl on his face.  Why does he insist on hitting on me anyways?

As he stands there, I turn the car on, and the engine begins to purr.  A frown slowly spreads across my face as I think about last year when this car put me through hell.  Every time I turned around, I had it in the shop.   They finally figured out what was wrong with it and now it turns on every time I turn the key.  Of course, that was after thousands of dollars’ worth of parts and labor.

Still sitting there for a minute longer, I notice that there is a slight breeze when it brushes a few strands of hair across my eyes.  Swiping them away from my face, I stare into the rearview mirror and then back up.  When I turn around to drive, I see that Mr. Randal is glaring at me from his window again.  “What is his problem?” I ask myself out loud and then start to laugh. 

Once I get to the store, I spend most of my time staring down the aisles until I get to the meat counter.  Remembering my brief meeting with Sam, I smile brightly and when I hear a man from behind me say, “Excuse me, ma’am.  Do you mind?” Turning around, I watch as he points at the pork chops in the display in front of me.

Quickly moving out of the way, I think to myself, “Great.  Daydreaming in the middle of the store.  Sara, you were caught.  Now finish your shopping and go home.” as I smile at the handsome man in his 20’s with blonde hair and emerald, green eyes.  He is so hot and those eyes.

When he looks back up at me, he smiles and says so charmingly, “Do you see something you like?” Before he licks his lips and reaches over to touch my hand.

The warmth of the skin-to-skin contact is enough to make me wet instantly.  This man is seriously hot as sin, and he is touching me of all people.  Surely, he is messing with me.

“I’m Jon.” He raises my hand to his lips and then that’s when I remember Sam.

Sam did that too and for some reason when Sam did it, it sent chills up my spine.  All I feel when this man’s lips brush my skin, is a deliciously warm, wet feeling between my legs.”

Clearing my throat, I gaze into his eyes and breathlessly say, “I’m Sara.” Before I quickly look away from those deliciously sinful eyes. 

Now, this is a one nighter, kind of guy.  The give it to me hard all night long and then disappear in the morning to be never seen again, kind of guy.  Seeing this man, I could have gone for that just once.  But. 

“Hm.  I love that name.  Sara, you are so sexy.  What I wouldn’t do for you.” He leans in closer and then continues to whisper in my ear.  “Shall we find out?”

Right at this moment, I stand there and it’s all I can do to not go home with him right now.  Especially, when he takes his hand and brushes his fingers across my clit through the fabric.  “Mm, she says you are ready for me.  How about we go to my truck, and I show you what I am capable of.”

Feeling my knees begin to weaken, I swallow hard and then force myself to say, “I have a boyfriend.” Because I know full well that it will feel incredible.  However, later when I think about Sam, I will feel horrible that I did it.

Looking disappointed, he states flatly, “Oh well.  I thought I would try.  You still look so hot I could fuck you endlessly.” Then out of nowhere, he grabs me and kisses me quickly in the middle of the aisle. 

Shaking his head, he mumbles, “Damn.  You taste so good.  I bet all of you tastes so sweet.” And then he turns to his cart and walks to the checkout lane.

Not knowing what to do, I stand there pretending to look at meat for a few minutes.  Once he leaves, I take my turn in the checkout lane, only to hear my phone ring as soon as I get to the car.  Glancing at it, I about jump when I see that it is Sam.  Quickly hitting the accept button, I turn on the speaker while sitting there. 

“Hello.” I say in an unsure voice because I don’t know if I caught him in time.

After a second, I hear him say excitedly, “Hey.  I wanted to ask you something.”

As I wonder what it could possibly be, I ask quietly, “Yes?  Go on.”

“Would you like to go away with me this weekend?  I have a cabin up in the mountains and I would love to show it to you.” When he says it, he sounds so excited, and I find that I quickly forget about Jon.

“Yes.” I shout, because I am so happy, and I wish it was already the weekend.

I hear him laughing before he says, “Alright.  I guess you are as excited as I am.  I know that I can hardly wait, but I will call you Friday morning before I go into work.  Does that sound O.K. with you?”

“Of course, I will be waiting.” I realize after I say it that I sound too excited and wish that I had played it cool.

“Good deal.  Talk to you then.” He ends the call, and then all I can think about is how much I want him. 

I sit there for a few more minutes with a smile on my face before I begin to run my fingers down to my clit.  It’s throbbing now and I can’t wait until I get home, it’s just too much.  Slipping my hand underneath my tan mini skirt, I spread my legs and scoot down in my seat.  I certainly hope that someone doesn’t walk by right at this moment, because I intend to take care of this annoying itch before it causes me to have a car accident. 

As I slide my fingers up my inner thighs, my nipples harden and my whole body becomes extra sensitive.  I can feel the cloth of my lace bra as it rubs across my nipples.  Just like I can feel the way my g string feels nestled between my cheeks. 

Spreading my legs even further, I slip a finger under my lacey panties to rub my clit.  Once it is wet enough, I plunge it into my swollen folds.  Teasing them and then sliding in yet another one.  I moan as someone walks by and they begin to stare at me.

With the woman standing next to the car, I show no shame when I slip another finger in and close my eyes.  Moaning, I begin to rub my nub with my other hand and then hear the woman move closer to the window.  It seems that she is enjoying the show.

Smiling, I feel myself clench tight around my fingers as my climax begins to build.  Thrusting in and out, I pivot my fingers and hook them to hit my special spot before I suddenly cry out and begin to ride my orgasm hard.  With eyes closed, I watch the light show dance on my lids as my whole body convulses.  It becomes so sensitive, that every little movement feels immensely pleasurable.

Thrusting through it, I slap my nub lightly and then relax into the seat.  To think that this all happened because I thought of Sam and remembered the way he felt when he touched me.  This is going to be a hell of a ride if we ever truly get started.

After my heart stops racing, I drive home and spend the rest of the day thinking about what we will do this weekend.  As I pack my things, I find that I am lonelier now than I have ever been.  Deciding to call Nora a few minutes later, I find out how things have been going for her in her new life. 

Realizing that I miss her so much when I delight in hearing about her day-to-day life and how she is getting along with her roommates, I smile and ask, “Do you have any male friends there yet?” Before I start laughing and wait for her to answer.

“Mom.  I don’t want to get into my sex life with you.” She cuts it short because she quickly realizes that she has said too much.

“Uh huh.  So, you admit you have a sex life?  Oh, honey.  I am just messing with you.  I know you are an adult, and we all have things we don’t tell others about.  I am glad for you.  I love you but I really should get going.  Don’t forget, soon I will have to schedule a visit.” I say right before I hear someone in the background. 

She murmurs something and then says, “Mom, I must go.  I love you.” Then she ends the call.

Feeling all alone, I find myself wondering if she is doing alright or if she is just saying it, so I don’t worry about her.