Nicole never did hear anything back from Thomas before New Year’s came and went. She did end up spending it alone, too, since John had made plans and was out of town, but when he returned, their relationship picked back up where it had left off—with booty calls and secret lunch dates.
John reminded her a bit of a James Bond type, with features similar to Pierce Brosnan. He was probably about his age too—he was definitely a good 15 years older than her, but he carried it well.
It all started for them the summer before after they joined a few of their coworkers for happy hour one Friday after work:
John had always flirted with her, but that night they were both intoxicated in the nearby bar where hotel rooms were just within reach. When John got Nicole alone to himself and offered to get a room promising he could make her have multiple orgasms, she decided she would take him up on that offer. He left to go get the room and she joined him about 15 minutes later, to throw off the few people from the publishing company that they worked with who were still enjoying the libations.
John had texted the room number to her; once she knocked on the door she was surprised to see him answer the door in the nude with a smirk on his face. Nicole could not deny how sexy this man was, and his erection was too hard to resist—pun intended. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed her, pressing his lips firmly against her and running his hands through her long hair.
He pushed her against the wall as she pulled her coat off, throwing it to the ground. He immediately lifted up her dress revealing her lace panties and matching pink lace bra. As he undressed her, Nicole could not take her eyes off his long, slender penis as it bounced in anticipation of entering her.
“You like what you see?” John asked, noticing how her eyes were glued to his dick.
“Yes. Just be gentle with me—that thing looks like it may do some damage,” Nicole said boldly. She was serious, though, because it had been quite some time since she had been intimate with anyone.
“Well, I’ll take my time with you. First, I must get a taste of this wet pussy,” John said as he pulled her panties down to her ankles and pushed his head into her crotch, using his long tongue to enter her wetness.
Nicole moaned loud with pleasure from this feeling that she had not experienced from a person in way too long. Her toys had been doing the job for her as of late, but they were not a comparison to a real man. As he continued entering her pussy with his tongue and using his fingers to grip her ass, Nicole unfastened her bra, releasing her DD-sized brown breasts with dark-brown hardened nipples.
As he made her come the first time, she grabbed her breasts, rubbing her sensitive-to-the-touch nipples in between her fingers. Her legs were beginning to weaken as she was approaching another orgasm from his oral skills alone. Nicole grabbed John’s head, running her fingers through his straight, perfectly coifed, black hair.
“Baby, I need your dick now. Bend me over on the bed and take this pussy.”
“You got it.”
Nicole laid on her stomach with John toppling over on her. His dick found his way into her immediately, and caused her to let out a muffled scream as she turned her mouth into the sheets.
Yes, it had definitely been too long because she felt like a virgin again as John first started entering her slowly, but then began to pick up speed as he pumped in and out of her. John kept his promise of making her climax multiple times, because she came another couple of times before John finally came close to climaxing himself.
“Fuck…your pussy is so damn tight and wet,” he said as sounds of his flesh smacking up against her round, smooth ass echoed in the spacious suite. “Oh fuck, I’m about to come!”
John pulled himself out of Nicole, and came on Nicole’s backside, which sobered her up as she realized she had not even made John put on a condom.
How could I be so careless? Well, it won’t happen again. This was just a fuck that’ll hold me over for a while, Nicole thought to herself.
She was wrong. They would continue to hook up about once every month, but from that point on Nicole would insist that he wear a condom. They never spoke about dating or beginning a relationship with one another, so Nicole knew the smart thing to do was to protect herself. She figured if he so easily propositioned her like he did that night last summer, then John most likely propositioned many others in the same manner.
When Thomas started showing interest in her that late fall and reached out to her, she did hook up with John once more after Thanksgiving. She told him at that time that she thought it’d be best to end things because she had met someone; she was thinking of Thomas and hoping that they would finally get their chance to finally get close.
“Well, I wish you the best, sexy. If things don’t work out, though, you know how to reach me,” John responded.
~ ~ ~
When she reached out to John a month later, he hadn’t responded immediately, but then she heard from him after New Year’s when he arrived back into town.
When John asked her what happened with her new boyfriend, Nicole simply responded, “It didn’t work out.”
“Well, it’s his loss and my gain.”
As the months passed and they entered another hot summer, Nicole’s relationship with her father had not changed much. They would speak when she called the house for her mom, but that rarely happened since she could usually connect with her mom through her cell phone. When Mrs. Stone questioned her about Thomas and why things had not worked out with them, Nicole initially told her mom that he pulled a disappearing act on her. She felt embarrassed to share that he was seeing someone else.
“That’s strange. He gave me the impression that he really cared for you, sweetheart. But he’s a man and the way they do these things, I’ll never understand. He’ll realize the good woman he missed out on.”
Once spring had come and gone, Nicole had not heard much from Cynthia, either. During the remainder of the winter Nicole figured she was just working hard and keeping busy with Eric, but then when Cynthia never returned a few phone calls she began to wonder.
It was during a visit from Mrs. Stone that late spring that Nicole decided to do a little digging, first beginning with her questions about Thomas.
“Mom, there was something I had not shared about Thomas months ago. Cynthia had told me that on Christmas Day that she saw Thomas at his parents’ house flaunting around his ex-girlfriend. The one he had throughout college.”
“What!”
“Yeah, I guess she came to visit him for the holidays, so I assumed that was why he did that disappearing act on me. I mean, he never returned my call and we had made plans for him to come see me New Year’s after all of that happened. I never heard anything from him,” Nicole said to her mom over lunch.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I knew there was something else you weren’t telling me, but I figured you would tell me when you were ready. That explains a lot, though,” Mrs. Stone said as she picked at her salad.
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t want to mention it to you and hurt your feelings, because I knew there was another woman involved. I just didn’t know who she was. Her car is always parked at his house early on Saturday mornings. You know he lives near the center I volunteer at every couple of Saturdays, so I always pass his house.”
Nicole looked at her mom somewhat confused. “But Mom, how do you know for certain that the car you have seen belongs to a female and that he just doesn’t have another car or something?”
“Because of the sorority plate on her car. You know I know my sororities since I’m Greek myself. She drives a blue car and it’s parked there very early in the morning,” Mrs. Stone said.
Nicole’s heart almost stopped beating. “Is the car a blue Monte Carlo?”
“Oh my gosh, yes—you know his ex-girlfriend?”
“Mom, that’s Cynthia’s car. She’s the one who told me that he was with his ex-girlfriend on Christmas. I haven’t spoken to her since then.”
“What? That bitch!”
Mrs. Stone’s reaction and words shocked Nicole, but she agreed wholeheartedly. They both were catching on to what may have happened that kept her and Thomas from getting together once again. It was time to take care of this once and for all.
Mrs. Stone cut her trip short by a few days when Nicole decided to take off work for the rest of the week and go back to her hometown with her mother. Instead of flying back this time around, Mrs. Stone was her daughter’s passenger as Nicole sped back to town to claim what was hers.
“Sweetheart, how are you going to handle this—what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to first drop you off so you can get some rest. By the time we get there it’ll almost be time for Thomas to be getting ready for work. I’m going to try to beat him before he goes in.”
“I’m still not understanding Thomas, though, dear. First, it’s no telling what she must have told him to make him not even want to reach out to you again. But for him to just take her word like that and not even try to discuss it with you, whatever it was?” Mrs. Stone said.
“I have a feeling what it might be, Mom. Cynthia was the one who told Dad about John and I. So I can imagine what she said to Thomas. Remember, he was shocked to even hear about there being someone else in the picture. Him and I just hadn’t had a chance to discuss it, though,” Nicole explained.
“Thank you—you reminded me of something. Cynthia told you that your Dad called her and questioned her about your love life, right?”
“Yeah, that’s what she implied. We didn’t really go into detail but she admitted she was the reason Dad knew about it.”
“She is definitely a dirty one, and dumb, too. Your father told me later after all of this happened that the reason he found out about you and your friend was because of an anonymous letter he received. The person was threatening to expose and mess up the good reputation of our family, and apparently put enough detail in the letter about you and your friend’s relationship, so much so to the point of making your Dad think he needed to take action. That’s what led to him getting all up in your business like that,” Mrs. Stone explained.
“Mom, are you serious?” Nicole was dumbfounded.
“We just had this discussion last week. My plan was to share all of this with you during the visit because I felt it needed to be explained in person. I was preparing to break it to you about what a shitty friend you had, but this has turned into something beyond anything I had imagined.”
This was beyond anything Nicole had imagined, either, but she was ready to face it head on within the next few hours.