by David Cain
I had already settled on a lonely evening of television and internet when Kara messaged me. I had reached out to a few people, trying to formulate a more ambitious social plan for the evening. Everyone was busy, sick or inert, so I gave up on them, scavenged some snack food and started my search for sensory amusement.
“Can I come over,” she said.
I’d known Kara for a few years. We knew friends of friends and occasionally met up at bar-b-ques or parties or bowling. She was hooked up with someone and so was I, usually, so I never gave her a thought. We talked about some books once but that was probably as intimate as our conversation had ever been. I don’t even remember what books we discussed. She was just someone I knew.
So I never imagined she’d be interested in coming over to my place. I never imagined anyone was going to be coming back to my place, so it was a bit of a mess. I looked around at the damage, to see if I could possibly make it presentable in the next hour.
“Sure,” I replied. “Anytime.”
I put some things away, threw, pushed and tugged until my place seemed fit to receive company, as good as anyone could expect from a bachelor living alone with an hour’s notice. Kara didn’t seem to notice when she arrived. I showed her to the sofa and fixed a drink.
“Any weed?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said, pulling a hastily stashed tray from under the chair. I rolled a joint and waited for her to tell me why she had come over.
“I don’t know if you heard, not that you would, but I broke up with Rascal a month ago. It just wasn’t going anywhere good, so I cut it off. Now I have some prospects, some guys I’m interested in dating but this isn’t the kind of guy that I can be forward with and expect to succeed. I need to play it cool, stay aloof and let the desire build. It’ll be weeks before they pay any serious attention to me and I’m committed to turning their heads.”
“Cool. I guess. What does that have to do with me?”
“I need someone to play with. No relationship. No future. Not even friends, really. I need someone to screw, you know, when the need arises. So I was thinking maybe you’d be interested.”
I thought for a moment, paused and pondered my situation. I’d been essentially single for years and after lots of trying to find someone, anyone, reached the conclusion that I was simply undateable. I didn’t even have any prospects. A brief glance at Kara sitting next to me told me that she was not only really attractive but honestly way out of my league.
“Absolutely. Any time the need arises.”
“Just one thing,” she said with a bit of a blush.
“Can I see your cock? A girl has to have her standards and there’s only so much I can tell through your jeans.”
“Now?” I said.
“If you would,” she replied. I pushed down my jeans and jockeys with an eager shove.
I watched Kara’s eyes as she stared at my cock. Her prettiness began with her eyes, a little bit dark, a mischievous hungry staring squint that seemed excited to get this game started. Her nostrils flared. Her soft lips pursed slightly. Such smooth skin. Her hair surrounded her face like a halo. I was aroused.
“You’ll do,” she said. “I though you would.”
She reached over and squeezed my rapidly hardening dick with one of her soft hands while the other tickled my balls. I was so amazed at the way things had progressed, I hardly knew what to do next so I stood there while she started sucking my prick. I put a hand on her head gently and stroked her hair as she toyed with my erection.
“Anything you need,” I said and then laughed at the corny line I was taking. Like I was doing her a favor. “Anything you want.”
Her pussy hair was trimmed neatly. She had planned ahead, prepared for the event. Clean, fresh, perfumed, dressed and made up. Hints of perfection to give her the elegant lustiness she sought to employ in her quest for a mate. She sparkled in her presence, in her nudity, in her lascivious fucks and sucks and hot, teasing games.
I took off the edge. I’d miss her when she was gone.