I thanked the driver and made my way through the gate that led across a small garden to the steps of the duplex. I fumbled for my keys in my bag, pulled them out, and unlocked the door. Once it was opened, I turned back to the cab driver and gave him thumbs up. He drove away with a small wave, and I locked up behind me. Then I headed up the single flight of stairs to my second level apartment.
I let myself in, breathed in the relaxing smell of lavender and pine in my apartment, hung my jacket on the hooks beside my door, and blew out an exasperated breath. My time with Steven was always wonderful. It was the hours after my time with him that were so terrible.
I kicked off my heels and unzipped the gold zipper up the side of my dress. I tossed it carelessly over the back of the sofa as I trekked through the living room in my bra and panties. I went to the bathroom first, where I took my makeup off and readied myself for bed. Once my mouth was minty fresh, and I had applied all my necessary lotions for the evening, I went to my bedroom and climbed under my duvet.
I leaned over and fished my diary out from my nightstand table and flicked on the crystal lamp above it. I grabbed a pen, rolled on to my stomach, and began writing. I needed to get my feelings out if I had any hope of falling asleep.
Monday, October 2nd
I went to The Italian Corner tonight with Steven. He was wearing that shirt that I like-the one with the slightly open collar. God, he looked good. Why does he always have to look so good?
He paid for dinner, like always, and we shared our food. He told the cabbie to get me home safely. He even instructed him to wait before he left to make sure I made it inside. He's such a gentleman. Sometimes.
I invited him over for movies and popcorn tonight, but he said he had an early morning. We'll probably get together sometime soon, though. We usually do. It's not very often that he passes up on our movie nights. Which is why I think he's going home to a girl. Probably a girl he met at some bar.
I wish I could be one of those girls to him. No. I wish I could be the girl to him. I can imagine him knocking on my front door, all flustered from racing to catch up with me after dinner, telling me how badly he wants me. How he wants to fuck me. How he wants to lay me out and fill me with his rock hard cock. I want him so bad. All the things I would do to him and let him do to me. I would literally let him do anything he wanted. Anything. I just want to know what it would be like. What he would feel like inside me.
I've never wanted anyone the way I want Steven Marx.
I closed my diary and tossed it on the floor beside the bed. I rolled onto my back and pulled my panties down my legs and over my ankles. They joined my diary on the floor. Then I stared up at the ceiling.
Sleep would be elusive-especially now that my brain was filled with images of Steven and I naked and tangled up together. I needed a release. My pussy felt swollen and tight. It was begging to be touched.
I slipped one hand under the covers and began to tease myself. All the while, I imagined it was Steven's tongue. He was settled between my thighs. I could see only the top of his dark head as he licked me, slowly and deliberately, up and down, up and down, until my body couldn't take it anymore.
I imagined him sliding a finger inside me while his tongue still flicked over my clit, tasting me.
I moaned as I pressed my finger inside myself. I pressed up, right where I liked it and used my thumb against my clit. As the pleasure mounted, my mind raced with wilder thoughts.
Steven getting to his knees between my legs. Then, pushing my knees apart and lowering himself down above me, his giant cock hovering at my entrance. Steven pressing just the tip of himself inside me and teasing me. Then, in a deep thrust, giving me all of him. Steven fucking me with everything he had.
Me, shaking with an orgasm, his name on my lips.
Chapter 3
Steven
When I woke I was lying on my back, and my dick had pitched a tent over my hips of its own volition. I had a meeting in less than two hours, and there was no way I was going to sit through it with blue balls. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded to my bathroom, where I started the shower and brushed my teeth until the water was hot.
I stepped beneath the scalding water and let it hit my shoulders while I pumped conditioner into my palm. Then I gripped my shaft, which was still standing at attention, and began to slowly work my hand up and down the length of it.
Flashes of the girl from the club played behind my eyelids like a slideshow. I saw her clutching her breasts as she arched her back like an exotic dancer. I heard her shallow breaths of pleasure. I could feel her hot breath against my neck.
Then, quite suddenly, those flashes were replaced by something else. Allie in that tight black dress from the previous night-the one with the gold zipper up the side that followed the dramatic curve of her hip and slender waist. Allie's long, raven colored hair and big round dark eyes. Allie's breasts, round and perky, peeking out of the top of the open V-neck of that dress.
I came quickly and found myself leaning against one wall of my shower to catch my breath. Allie Wright had always been a girl who caught my eye. More than that, she had been the kind of girl to make me laugh. I caught myself smiling as the water continued to spray against my back and shoulders.
The office was bustling with activity. Upon my arrival, the receptionist, Sherry, looked up from her computer screen and gave me a brilliant white smile. "Good morning, Mr. Marx," she chimed, tucking her strawberry blonde curls behind her ear. "Everyone is ready for you in the conference room."
"Morning, Sherry, thank you."
I was aware of her eyes on me as I walked around her desk and headed down the hall towards the conference room. I adjusted my suit jacket and took a deep, even breath in preparation for the meeting.
I had pitched my app idea to the company a few weeks ago, and they had recruited a board of investors for me to meet with today. If all went well during this meeting, things for me could change rather quickly. I knew the app had the potential to earn a lot of money, and I knew it was something worth pursuing. Somehow, I had to convince the investors of the same thing.
I walked into the conference room with confidence. I was greeted by friendly smiles from the ten men and four women in the room. They appeared to have all been waiting patiently. They all had a cup of coffee in front of them, as well as notebooks, laptops, pens, and their phones.
I took my seat next to the only familiar face in the room, Roy Kingston, and said hello to everyone. They said hello back, and Roy stood to make the introductions. Once everyone in the room was properly acquainted, I stood and assumed my position at the head of the table as Roy had instructed me to do last week when we ran through the meeting in a practice session. He gave me an encouraging nod before I began my pitch.
I walked the potential investors through the functions of the app while explaining to them the benefits it posed to consumers. "The public is your target demographic," I said. "So having an app that caters to everyone, regardless of who they are, is a sure-fire way to put you on the path to success. Everyone has to go shopping. For some people, it's every day. For others it might be every week, month, three months, what have you. With this app, they can track the items they want, locate which stores are offering it for the best price, and place the item on hold with a five dollar nonrefundable deposit. The deposit is how you get the buy-in from the retail companies."
From there I proceeded to list off the names of companies that had already agreed to partner with me on this project. Roy had printed out lists of all the companies, and he handed them out to everyone at the table while I continued with the presentation.
By the time I was finished, my confidence was at an all-time high. Every single person in the room was smiling at me, and I was sure that I had at least fifty percent of their buy-ins.
When the meeting ended, everyone stayed behind to shake my hand. I thanked them all for their time and told them I was looking forward to hearing from them, as Roy had told me I should last week. He stood in the corner, watching approvingly, while I went through the motions of being a sophisticated businessman for the first time in my life. It seemed, much to my surprise, to be working seamlessly.
Soon it was just me and Roy in the room. He closed the door, turned back to me, and gave me two thumbs up.
"That couldn't have gone any better," he said excitedly, slapping me on the back. "Truly. I wouldn't be surprised if you have at least eight of them telling you they want to invest. I'd give it less than a week."