29
I’d never actually set foot on Blostern street before. In fact, I don’t think I’ve even driven down it. It’s not exactly the desirable part of town. I kind of wish I’d splurged on a cab. Instead I strained my neck from my seat on the bus, scanning the stores and panicking I’d miss the bar and would end up having to walk any distance in this neighborhood.
A grimy beige sign came into view, “O’Sullivan’s.” It looked like it dated back to the fifties. It’s amazing the place had stayed in business all these years.
My hands connected with the wooden door, it was just as grimy looking as the sign and sticky under my touch. Inside was dim. Dark even. I’d left all the afternoon daylight outside. I squinted, my eyesight struggling to adjust.
Already on edge, I flinched when my arm was grabbed, my heart leaping into my throat.
“Abbie, I’m glad you came,” Jay said.
“Jeez, you scared me.”
“I’m sitting over here.” He guided me around a corner towards a booth, with two Buds sitting on the table.
I sat, trying to touch as few surfaces as possible. I looked at him, puzzled as he slid into the booth beside me and I shuffled along to make more room for him. Already the heat of his body was spilling into mine, and I was desperate to feel his arms around me.
Jay was wearing a t-shirt that exposed his biceps, and I clutched onto his arm, trying to calm myself. He seemed at ease, maybe this was his neighborhood. I waited for him to start explaining, but instead he reached for his beer.
“What gives?” I asked.
Jay sucked on the lip of his bottle before sighing. He turned to me and said, “I don’t know how to explain. In a way that won’t upset you.”
“Too late, I’m already upset.”
He didn't say anything. Instead, he put his arm around me, and I snuggled close against his torso. He took another sip of beer. A long sip, and I could hear his heart beat from my nuzzled position.
“It’s okay, just tell me. I won’t freak, I promise.” I gave him a squeeze, to try to reinforce my words, though I didn’t know how I wasn’t going to freak. The whole situation was freaky. Unless he was building it up. Over-blowing it, whatever it was. It’s possible not knowing what it was caused greater anxiety than if he’d just tell me. I decided not to say anything else, to wait until he spoke. I waited some time.
“There’s something going on, and I can’t let anyone see or know I have any contact with you,” he said. I straightened. “But it’s okay, I bought you a disposable cell phone to call me with. I even managed to program my number in.” My eyebrows knitted together.
“What does it matter if we have any contact? Who would care?”
“It’s too difficult to explain right now.”
“Okay…” Maybe he’s a spy, though why would he be a spy? More like an undercover cop, but no cop could afford that watch or to spend thousands on a corset. Once again I’d arrived at criminal, but I didn’t want to believe it. He was not giving me that vibe. But now, how was I wrapped up with a guy who couldn’t be seen with me? I shook my head and dismissed all my worries as a part of my paranoia after Matt.
“It’s only for a couple of weeks, until I can sort out an arrangement. Don’t worry, it’s nothing to worry about, trust me.”
He reached around me with his other arm, and I twisted in the booth to be enveloped in as much of him as possible. I inhaled his clean scent and let his touch comfort me.
“I’ve missed you,” I said.
“Beautiful, I’ve missed you too. More than you could ever know. Just sitting here with you is making me crazy.” Whenever he called me beautiful, my insides kerneled and popped. I’d come here to get answers, to give him the third degree. Above all, I’d intended to resist him. To not let him charm me. I was to be in control, but my desire was controlling me.
Our closeness was too much to bear. I looked up at him, and couldn’t restrain myself any longer. Neither could he. Our mouths joined with all the built up passion of the past few days.
I struggled to explore him within the constraints of the booth but that didn’t stop me. My hands flew over him, across his shoulders, down his arms, around his waist. I was desperate for more of him.
My hands roved over his hard body, down his thighs straining within his tight jeans. His hands found their way underneath my top and fumbled to undo my bra. Unhooked, it hung loose, my breasts heavy behind it. He palmed my tits and kneaded them, causing both the hardening of my nipples and the moistening of my pussy.
I reached for his crotch, his cock was hard, ready for me. In my frantic rush I struggled to undo the button of his jeans. Once opened, I rammed my hand underneath the elastic of his boxers, latched my fingers around his swollen member and tugged.