I flip open my laptop and dive into Dawn’s manuscript. Her writing’s very lyrical in this story and I’m really enjoying it. I’m not quite sure where she’s going with the plot but so far I’m intrigued.
My phone buzzes.
Janette: What’s up, hooker? That text you sent was sort of cryptic. What’s going on?
Candace: Who’s calling who a hooker? But after I tell you what I’m doing tonight, hooker might be a pretty good description of me. LOL
Janette: WTF? I’m calling you.
My phone rings immediately. “Hello,” I answer, half laughing.
“What exactly are you doing tonight?”
“Having sex with the hottest man I’ve ever seen, that’s what.”
“Candace, are you fucking with me? What hot guy?”
“I met him online.”
“Oh, my Gods!” She shrieks into the phone so loud I have to pull it back from my ear. “Spill bitch. Where online? Where’s a pic? I must see this guy. Oh my God, why am I just now finding out about this? I am so excited for your vagina.”
I shake my head. I knew she would love this. Slut. “I came across this website called Sex Unlimited dot com and I kind of created a profile on it. It’s a no strings attached matching site for singles.”
“Well, hot damn! And I thought I was the slutty one.” She breaks out into laughter. “This is so great, Candace. You need this. You’ve been a hermit the past twelve months and if anyone deserves some mind blowing sex it’s you. So tell me all about Mr. Hotness.”
I go over everything that has transpired up until now and I can almost see her bouncing up and down happy for me. Dork.
“You have to call me as soon as you get home tonight. God, I hope he doesn’t have a small dick. That would be tragic. And text me his profile pic. I wanna see.”
“You’re terrible, you know? Just bad. James didn’t have a big one and the sex was good.”
“Oh, Candace, I really hope this Brisban dude has a big one so you can see what you have missed out on all your life.”
I laugh. “You’re awful. I’m sure that a man of his size has plenty to be proud of down south, but I’ll let you know.”
After editing over three thousand words, I put my laptop away and hop into the shower. It’s 5pm. In three hours, I’ll be at a hotel with a guy I barely know. This is a mid-life crisis if I ever saw one.
Imagining his hands on me causes me to flush. My nipples are hard and I feel the need to touch myself. I haven’t done that in a long time, but I need the release right now, so I let my hand slide down over my soapy flesh to my clit and start massaging it in circles. With my other hand, I push one then two fingers inside myself to increase the stimulation. Leaning against the tile shower wall, I close my eyes and imagine him touching me this way. The heat between my legs intensifies, and I move my fingers faster and faster until the heat builds to a precipice and ignites through my body. I feel my inner walls contract and relax again and again. My breathing is erratic and as I slide my fingers away from my pussy, I can smell the scent of arousal in the steamy shower air.
I’d needed that more than I’d realized.
After getting out of the shower, I pull on my robe and towel-dry my hair. My phone buzzes. It’s him. My heart immediately beats faster. The butterflies keep coming back. This is all so odd yet exhilarating.
Brisban: Hello, gorgeous. Our room is number 347. I’m already here. I’ll be doing some work until you arrive. I look forward to our evening together.
I smile from ear to ear.
Candace: Me too. See you at 8.
Brisban: I’ve thought about you all day. I know you’re nervous but don’t worry, so am I. We’ll take it slow. See you soon. Oh, and Candace, breathe. Just breathe ;)
I sigh. He is just too good to be true.
I CHECK MY HAIR IN the elevator mirror. I’ve left it down in loose curls. My heart’s pounding against my ribcage at epic speeds. It’s really happening. I’m really doing this.
I get a last minute text from Janette.
Janette: Fuck his brains out. Stamp him with your brand. You know how I’m always telling you that when you have sex you have to do something that will linger, imprint yourself in their mind? Do that. Let your inner freak out! And have fun. Be safe and have lots of orgasms then call me when you get home
Candace: Slut.
Janette: Hey, you’re the one fucking a guy you just met. Hello, kettle. Meet pot. HA!
I laugh. I really love her. The elevator dings. Here goes nothing…or a whole lot of something.
When I approach the door, it’s slightly ajar and I hear faint music coming from the room. I knock lightly before pushing it open a little more. “Hello? It’s me,” I say, trying to cover up the nervousness in my voice.