didn’t know what to say beyond a mumbled “hello.” Anita ratcheted up the sarcasm. “How nice to meet you, Oliver. You and Steve look so cute together. Have you known each other long?”
“Just a few weeks.”
Oliver looked baffled; he clearly had no clue about what was going on.
“Anita!” I hissed.
She ignored me. “And where did you meet?”
“On the set of Nights of Passion. I’m a new writer for the show.” Oliver looked increasingly uncomfortable. Steve was staring at the pavement.
“Anita, we really should go. Nice to meet you, Oliver; good to see you, Steve,” I babbled. I yanked Anita’s arm and dragged her away.
As soon as we turned the corner, we looked at each other and burst into laughter. “Well, that explains a lot,” said Anita. “No wonder Steve didn’t enjoy sex with you—you don’t have a penis!”
This set us off again. I wiped tears from my eyes. “I had absolutely no clue. It’s quite a shock…but at least I found out fairly soon. I mean, what if I’d found out after a year or two?”
“Or after you got engaged or married…. That happened to an Italian model I worked with in Paris. She was devastated.”
“And just think…if Steve hadn’t dumped me when he did, I never would have hooked up with David.”
“You have good karma, Gillian. Things always work out for the best for you.”
The surprises weren’t over. A few hours later my cell phone rang, and I answered immediately, convinced it was David. It was the last person I had expected—Steve.
“Gillian…look…I just wanted to explain….”
I didn’t know how to respond, or even how to feel. I felt torn between anger, surprise, amusement, and sympathy.
“Were you sleeping with men while you were dating me?” I asked abruptly.
“No, I swear it. Look, the truth is that I’ve always been attracted to men, but I’ve tried to fight it. You know my background, Gillian. My parents are right-wing Christians…not exactly gay friendly. I thought I could be happy with the right woman. And I did care about you, Gillian. You know that’s true.”
I did know. “Okay. I’m still stunned by all of this, but I understand. Sort of.”
Steve released a sigh. “Thanks, Gillian. I felt like such a shit when I broke up with you. I thought about explaining everything to you that night, but I decided it would just make things worse.”
“You’re right, it probably would have. But how are you going to deal with your parents?”
“I’m visiting them in Virginia next month, and I’ll come out then. If they can’t accept me…well, that will be their problem. I can’t keep lying anymore.”
“Good luck, Steve. You have a lot to offer, and Oliver is lucky to have you.”
“Thanks, Gillian. I hope you meet a great guy soon.”
“Actually I already have. I met David Wentworth at Aunt Mary’s house and I’ve been dating him.” I felt and sounded more than a little smug.
“David Wentworth! Way to go, Gillian!” He sounded genuinely glad and genuinely impressed.
“Well, we’ve only had one date, but we really hit it off.”
“If he’s smart, he’ll hang on to you. There aren’t many women like you around, Gillian.”
“Thanks. It’s nice to be appreciated, even by a gay ex-boyfriend. Now tell me more about Oliver. He’s very cute.”
Steve gushed like a thirteen-year-old with his first crush. I felt really happy for him. It was hard to believe that I could feel this way after the devastation I’d experienced just a week before.
Steve and I agreed to get together for lunch. I hung up the phone and continued the endless wait for the one call that would make me happy.
4
David softly stroked my inner thigh. “I’m going to make you so wet, Gillian,” he whispered. “I’m going to tease you until you’re hot and excited and begging for my hard cock. Then I’m going to pump it into you, slowly at first, and then faster—I’m going to make you come over and over again. And when I’m ready to come I’m going to pull my cock out and spurt all over your breasts…. Then I’ll straddle your face so you can lick my balls and suck the head of my cock until I’m hard again….”
“Gillian? Gillian? Gillian!”
I was rudely awakened from my fantasy. “I’m sorry, Mr. Conley. What can I do for you?” I shifted uncomfortably in my chair to relieve the tingling between my legs. I now understood the agony felt by guys with unexpected public hard-ons.
Mr. Conley looked impatient and irritable, as always. “Please take this file up to Ms. Johnson on the twenty-fifth floor. It’s urgent.”
“Of course, I’ll do it right away.” As I took the file from him I felt like a zombie and probably looked like one, too. I’d temped as a receptionist at this accounting firm before, it ranked high on my list of mind-numbing jobs.
After dropping off the file, I ducked into the ladies’ room. I couldn’t stand it any longer; I had to get some relief. I locked myself in a stall and unbuttoned my blouse. I pulled down my bra and rubbed my thumbs over my nipples until they stiffened. I was breathing hard, thinking of David’s large hands cupping and gently squeezing my breasts. I pulled up my skirt and slid my hand down my panty hose. I rubbed my pussy through my panties and felt the deep throbbing intensify. I slipped my fingers under the elastic and caressed my swollen clit, slowly at first and then harder and faster…David’s cock, pumping harder and faster…and I came so hard it was almost painful. I pressed my other hand against my mouth to stifle my scream.
“Anita, I don’t know what to do. It’s been nearly a week and David hasn’t called. I’ve almost given up. I guess it was just a one-night stand. I know I shouldn’t care so much, but I’m really disappointed.”
“Come on, he’s a very busy guy. I’m sure he’ll call. I’ll bet he’s been thinking about you as much as you’ve been thinking about him.”
I laughed weakly. “Yeah, right. I guess I should be glad I had that one night with him. It’s something to remember when I’m old and decrepit.”
“I still think you shouldn’t give up. But let’s do something fun this weekend to take your mind off him. How about a club Saturday night?”
“Sure, sounds good,” I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. “Thanks for listening, Anita. Give me a call later this week, and we’ll get together Saturday night.”
I hung up and puttered around the apartment, trying to force David out of my mind.
“What
