Have you ever gone to bed with someone who promised it was all over with the ex? Only to have the supposed "ex" ringing his phone before the sheets are even dry?
Yes, we've all been there. Sometimes we choose to believe the lie because the guy is so damn hot. But nobody tells it better than Kimmie does.
Here's Kimmie:
THE UNDELIVERED PROMISE
The truth was that he was an asshole. She found that so many guys acted like assholes, whether out of ignorance of proper behavior, or because they took teasing way too far, she didn’t know. However, she was starting to think this guy was just jerk to the core. He was so hot, though…
His name was Chris and she’d seen him for the first time a few weeks prior, at the same spot she and her friends like to frequent. He had dark hair and apparently only wore polo shirts and jeans, because that’s all she’d ever seen on him. His ass looked good under those jeans, and his chest was passable. He was taller than she was, and quite solid, a handsome guy. He needed a haircut and kept pushing his bangs out of his eyes.
All her girls had noticed him. He really was handsome, in spite of the constant polo shirts. They’d arrive in a large, giggling group and within moments someone would give the Chris report. One of the girls had known someone who had a friend whose friend used to date him, but that was the extent of what their knowledge. It was ridiculous how they got all silly over this boy that no one even really knew, but it was fun, too. This beautiful man was an amusing subtext to their evenings out, a catalyst for their excitement. Would one of them snag him? Who would it be? Who would the beautiful man choose?
He was always there with a large group of frat-type boys, loud and drunk, but somehow she managed to find his eyes several times throughout those evenings. After a few long flirty smiles and some eyelash batting, he started finding hers instead. He didn’t smile back, though. He just stared. She couldn’t tell what the staring meant. Was he trying to figure out what to do, how to leave his buddies and come over? Was he slow? Was he thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her? She liked that idea best, so she went with it. He looked like the kind of man who knew what he wanted and how to go about getting it. That was heady in itself. The possibility that this man might be the one to rock her world was more intoxicating than the dollar beers they all came to drink.
Her girls noticed his stares, and started encouraging her to go over. No, no, she assured them. She wasn’t the kind of girl to go over to a guy. He’d be over. So they waited. He didn’t move. He still stared, but was he also looking at that other group? They couldn’t tell. Majority ruled that she had better make her way over there before she lost him. She conceded to make an un-needed trek to the ladies room by way of his general area. They checked her makeup for her, having her rub away some under-eye smudges and served as a human shield so she could flip and fluff her hair unnoticed, and then she was off. Please don’t let them all be watching, she prayed. She needed plausible deniability, so she couldn’t look back to check. She was on her own now.
The group of guys seemed bigger and louder than ever tonight. They were a rainbow of different colored polo shirts. Chris was in the front, up toward the bar, leading the pack. She decided to walk straight through them. It was going to be some work. She approached the first guy in her way and laid her hand on his shoulder. He automatically turned. He smiled big and moved back to let her pass. She smiled in return, flirting with each of them briefly as she wove her way through the group. She pointedly ignored the reason she was making that trip, and without acknowledging him, she walked into the ladies room.
When she came out, he was leaning against the wall. “Hey,” he said. “Hey,” she replied, acting casual and slightly surprised, like she had no idea he was there. His eyes were dark and he had great skin. He put out a hand. She placed hers in his, and instead of shaking it, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it. She felt her stomach leap all the way up to her throat and fall back down. That was hot. He chatted casually, asking her all the questions everyone always asks each other in a bar, but she wasn’t really listening. She was looking for something, anything that would keep her from sleeping with him that night, but she wasn’t finding it. He was lovely to look at, his voice was deep and his hands were strong. And he had just chosen her out of an entire room of people. He had good taste, too.
He moved her out to the deck, away from both of their groups and continued to talk. She noticed a few snippets about his family, a few things about his ex-girlfriend, Caroline, something else about his buddy. He talked some more about his ex, but she wasn’t really paying attention. She wondered if he was going to kiss her. She looked at his lips. They were nice lips, a little on the thin side, but they looked soft. While she was looking at them, he tilted his dollar beer up and took another swig.
“Can you drive?” he asked. “I didn’t drive here and I’ve had too many anyway. I just live a few miles away, if you could give me a ride home.”
Finally, it was decided. He was going to kiss her. And more, most likely. She told him she had to go say good bye to her friends and he said he’d wait there for her. She went back in, hugged all her girls and assured them she’d be fine. She walked back out to the deck and they were off.
He was very sweet in the car, holding her hand and playing with her hair. He really didn’t live far away. He lead her into his apartment, grabbed beers for them and then sat on the couch. Finally, the kiss. It was wonderful. He was as skilled as she’d imagined he might be, and she was beyond happy. He pulled her onto his lap, running his hands around to grab her ass as they made out. She felt him reach under the hem of her skirt and start to pull her panties down. Too soon. She pulled his hands back. He reached up to her face and held her head tightly, kissing her harder. Oh god, this was good. This is what she hadn’t let herself hope for. She moaned and kissed him back, losing herself in his lips and tongue.
He pulled away. “Stand up.” She did. “Turn around.” She just looked at him. What was this? He smiled. “Pull up your skirt and walk. I want to watch your ass.”
Well. This was intriguing. No one had ever asked her to do something like that before. Curious, she decided to try it. She turned around suddenly, letting her skirt swirl around her legs. She took a step and lifted a little, then more, until her hem was at her waistline. She took small, coquettish steps to the far wall and stopped, turning back to him. He was lounged back in the cushions, smiling, one hand in his pants. He stood up and put a hand out for her, and they headed to the bedroom.
She was excited. This was going to be an amazing night. It seemed she was finally going to have the best sex of her life. She was so ready. Her heart was racing, her skin was hot and she was so, so wet. She wondered if he was going to make her do anything else kinky like that. The anticipation was killing her, adding to her excitement to the point she thought her heart might burst.
He undressed her and threw her on the bed. She felt his naked body against hers as he slid up to her face to kiss her again. It was glorious. He raised her hands over her head and made her wrap her fingers around the iron bars of his headboard. He worked his way down her body, licking and sucking and teasing. He paused over her crotch, just looking at her, then dove in. Her back arched, sending her head between the iron bars she was holding on to for dear life. He was skilled, very, and she started to get lost. Her head was swimming, it was floating and there was nothing but his head between her legs and his tongue and fingers in her pussy.
The phone rang in the kitchen. She heard it vaguely, like an echo or like it was coming from underwater. He got up to answer, but she was so aroused, she didn’t really notice right away. Her head was still almost upside down between the bars and her pussy was pulsing with happiness, throbbing with the rhythm of her heartbeat. After a minute, he was still gone, so she reached down and let her fingers trail over her crotch, keeping herself amused, keeping her in the game, not wanting to let her lose her edge before he came back.
He didn’t come back. She heard low talking from the other room. What the hell was this? She carefully pulled her head out from between the bars to listen. She thought she heard “Caroline.” Rapidly cooling, she tiptoed to the door, still naked, to listen. The tone was heated, and he was pleading. She heard “Caroline” again, plain as day. Fuck. So much for her being an ex. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She went back to the room and got dressed, grabbing her purse and keys.
She walked through the living room. There he was, on the couch, towel wrapped around his waist. She stopped in front of him. He glanced up at her and kept talking. She turned one last time and walked out the front door.
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how tragic, i was really looking forward to the happy ending...whats wrong with polo shirts tho?
Posted by: Bonus | July 23, 2009 at 07:37 AM