Chapter 1:  One Night Stand

“Sarah, move that sexy butt of yours and go ask him for a dance.  The worst that can happen is he will turn you down.  After all, he is so fucking hot that if he touched me, I would melt all over in his hands too, not just his mouth.” Kendra says loudly so I can hear her over the dull roar of the crowd and the music, while drooling over my prospective one-night stand.

I had just gotten out of a three-year long relationship with a stuffy CEO of a company that I couldn’t even spell.  Now that I think about it, I don’t even know what they do or make.  Then again, I really don’t think it matters now.  Especially, not when I am looking at the most handsome man, I have ever laid my eyes on.  He oozes sex and for some reason I feel the need to lick him up and down.

Weighing my options heavily, I lean over the bar precariously and glance back in the mirror at the reflection of Mr. Perfect.  So aptly named because of his amazing blue eyes and the muscles that are peeking out of his pristine white t-shirt.  Of course, his chocolate-colored wavy long hair, and his darkly tanned complexion, reminds me of a movie star.  Looking over his insanely perfect form, I note that he is neither too bulky nor skinny.  Hell, what am I talking about?  He is perfection in itself.

Glancing at my own reflection, I notice that my shoulder length light blonde hair needs to be cut.  Not to mention, with the lighting in here, it accentuates the fact that I could use a little more sun and that I need to lose a few pounds while I am at it.

When I take too long staring, I feel Kendra elbow me and then she states while pointing her finger at me like my mother used to, “If you don’t, I will.  Now get that fine ass of yours up and ask him or do you think you would like to try a woman for once?”

Sticking my tongue out at her, I roll my eyes and sigh before taking one last look in the mirror behind the bar.  However, the minute I do, I feel someone’s hand lash out to grab ahold of my wrist.  Turning to look, I stare curiously into the bartender’s emerald, green eyes.  “Funny, I never noticed him before.” I think to myself before he releases me slowly. 

Noting that he has the cutest blonde curls of any man alive, I swallow hard when he yells, “I’m Jon.  I wanted to stop you from making a bad decision because you look like the type of girl who shouldn’t be hanging around with that kind of guy.  Trust me, he isn’t worth it.  He would fuck you and then kick you to the curb.  You look too sweet.”

While furrowing his brow, he frowns and then leans closer so he doesn’t have to shout this time, “So sweet that you shouldn’t even be here.  This joint is famous for one-night stands and instant hook ups.  Is that what you are here for?” He asks and then hesitates for a moment before running his fingers over his chin and then asking sarcastically, “Do you want to fuck?”

Feeling Kendra’s icy stare, I glance at her briefly before answering with all the bravery I can muster, “Yes.”  With my self-esteem on the line, I gulp a breath of air and then gaze into those mesmerizing eyes of his before stating, “I wouldn’t mind if you took me home tonight.  That is, after your shift is over.  Are you one of those kinds of guys too?

I watch in slow motion as his tongue pierces his lips before he runs the tip across them.  When his tongue disappears back into his mouth, a slow smile spreads across those perfect lips before he opens them to answer, “Sure, I get off in a half an hour, and no I am not like him.”

That is when my world turns upside down and I hear Kendra shout louder than the music, “Oh, damn.  You go girl.” Before she grins and gives me a high five.

Immediately afterwards, she latches onto my shirt and pulls me towards the bathroom, but not before she yells at the bartender, “She will be right back.  I need to make sure you have enough protection for the whole night.”

Shocked, it is all that I can do to not slap her as she leads me into the bathroom.  “How could you do that?  It is so embarrassing.” I ask while I stare at her for a mere moment.

For the first time tonight, I take a long look at her and notice that she is wearing far too much makeup for her pale complexion.  Her hoop earrings are huge and make her look like a hooker and the outfit she is wearing doesn’t help her image one bit.  She has on a neon pink halter top with a navy-blue mini skirt that almost shows her butt cheeks.  Matter of fact, if anyone would have walked up to us and asked if we were hookers, I wouldn’t have been one bit surprised.

“Come on.  Lighten up.  He is going to fuck you six ways from Sunday and afterwards you won’t be able to stand for a week.  Did you check out the body on him?  He is hotter than the guy you were eye fucking earlier.  Now, this guy is to die for.” She turns her back to me and looks in the mirror to check her hair and then continues, “Man, you have the luck.  I tell you.”

Shaking her head, she looks through her purse and then thrusts something at me.  When I look down, I notice a package of five or six condoms in a clear wrapper.  “What the hell?” I ask while hiding them so no one can see.

“Oh, come on.  You don’t always have to be little Ms. Goody two shoes.  I love you and all, but that act gets tired fast.  Don’t you forget that you got your freak on with Ben.  You told me about the one time when he insisted on tying you up and then fucking you in every hole.” She says while rolling her eyes.  “I don’t remember you ever complaining about that.  As a matter of fact, you seem to like it.  I could easily help you with that.  Do you remember all the toys I showed you?”

“Stop.  I don’t want to ever hear about Ben again or how you wouldn’t mind if you and I hooked up.  That chapter of my life is done, and it is precisely why I am here tonight.  I just need to move on and never think about it again.” I say quickly before looking down at my phone.  “He is off work in five minutes.  I should get back out there, so he doesn’t forget about me.”

When she leans forward to hug me, I begin to wonder if this was as good an idea as I thought it was.  I have never done something like this.  Never.  However, when she pulls me back out of the bathroom, I swallow hard and then raise my head up high before we step back up to the bar.

Realizing that there is another man standing there, I begin to panic.  “Shit.  He left without me.” I yell over the music so she can hear me, but then I feel it.

Turning towards Kendra, I look over my shoulder and see that Jon is standing directly behind me with a seductive smile.  At this point, I realize that he is a good foot taller than I am when he leans down and whispers in my ear, “Hi.  By the way, I haven’t forgotten you.  How could I?  You are the most beautiful girl in this place.”

When his hands roam across my waist and up to my breasts, I automatically lean back and feel his huge erection press against my back.  “Fuck me, he must be hung like a horse.” I think to myself as I slide my fingers down his rock-hard abdomen to it and then wrap my fingers around the fabric. 

At the same time, he leans his head down even further to kiss the back of my neck, sending chills up and down my spine as I close my eyes.  Admittedly, it feels so good that I subconsciously pierce my lips when I feel a moan escape accidentally.

While standing there for a moment or two like this, Kendra starts to laugh and then shouts, “The two of you had better get out of here before clothes start coming off.  If you don’t, I might just join you.  After all, you know I have wanted to taste you ever since I can remember.”

Laughing, Jon decides it is time to leave when he takes my hand and leads the way. 

Chapter 2:  One Night Stand Part 2

As he leads me to his car, I can’t help but feel that he seems so familiar to me. Everything, from the way he moves, to the smile on his face, and even the way he talks while he stares at me with those damn emerald-green eyes. Those eyes of his seem to follow me everywhere I go and yet I find myself wondering, “What am I missing?”

Cocking my head, I listen when he says in a serious tone of voice, “I want to get to know you.”

Right away, I already know that I must guard my heart before he takes it and stomps all over it. Because if nothing else, he already has my attention the minute he says this. While waiting for him to continue, I notice that we have stopped before I look at the Steel Grey Maserati parked directly in front of us.

How ironic, Ben also has a Maserati, but in his case it is black. What is the chance that two men I know would own such an expensive sports car? This indeed is becoming more and more interesting by the minute, especially when Jon is supposed to be a bartender. Since when can a bartender afford such expensive things?

As my thoughts run rampant, I feel his fingers wrap around my wrist and pull me to him, so our eyes meet.  He leans down and flicks his tongue out before he licks my lower lip and then bites it sharply.  A little whimper escapes me when his hands roam to my breasts as he finds my nipples hard and unyielding to his touch.  Then he pinches them between his thumbs and forefingers hard before I begin to squeal in delight.  I watch as he seems to search my eyes for something, but then he suddenly releases his grip on me and steps back. 

Opening the door, he smiles and then holds it for me in a gentlemanly manner before asking softly, “Shall we?”

Nodding, I climb in and sit before admiring the fine matching grey leather seats and the way the car molds to my body. As a matter of fact, there is very little room for anything except for the two of us and perhaps a purse. “Definitely not a family car.” I think to myself as I get comfortable.

After he shuts my door and then gets in himself, he buckles and then waits patiently for me to do the same. Eyeing him, I begin to get nervous because for some reason, I feel that I am getting in over my head. As I stare down at his ring finger and wonder if he is married, he laughs and comments sarcastically with a smirk on his lips, “By the way, I am not married.” Before he puts the key in the ignition and turns it.

Hearing the roar of the engine coming to life, I relax in the seat and begin to stare out the window. There is something about this that doesn’t add up. Should I ask him how he can afford this car? Or shall I let it go and perhaps he will bring it up all on his own later?

Realizing that it doesn’t really matter, I swallow hard and glance over at him. When I do, I find myself fighting the urge to wipe the stray strands of curly blonde hair out of his eyes. It is a pity that I will never see him after tonight. After all, he seems to be much more of a man than Ben ever was.

When I turn my head to stare out the window, I hear a too familiar song blare from the speakers. Smiling, I know this song quite well because it is my favorite. What a coincidence.

Hearing his voice singing along with it is entirely a different thing. However, the minute I realize that he knows every word of the song, I make up my mind that he is more perfect for me than I could have ever dreamed of and that means trouble for sure. Turning to look at him, my gaze meets his for a split second before he returns to the road in front of us.

What I see in those eyes scares me just a little bit. So, I close my eyes while rolling the bottom of my plain purple t-shirt between my fingers and thumbs. When I run my palms slowly over my tan mini skirt, I stop abruptly before realizing that I have only seen that look in a man’s eyes once before, my father’s.

My father would often stare at my mother with that look as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear before they went upstairs. Does this man desire me? At first, I had my doubts because I am not exactly the most desirable woman. After all, I weigh more than I should and some men like Ben have even called me chubby.

Remembering back to when we were still together, he would constantly demand that I lose weight and get a nose job. When he would remark that I wasn’t exactly what he would call “The most beautiful woman in the world,” I would run to the bedroom and cry for hours. Of course, eventually he would always come in and apologize before fucking me.

The real deal breaker for me was when I walked in after a trip to the grocery store, to find him fucking three high school aged girls in our bed. That was two nights ago and ever since then I have been sleeping on Kendra’s couch. Now, mind you I am only 24 and Ben is almost 30, but high school girls? Come on.

“Hey.” He says louder than the music while managing to startle me.

Glancing over at him, I smile and then decide to ask away, “So, how can a bartender afford a Maserati on your salary?’

He chuckles softly the moment I ask the question and then glances quickly at me before answering, “I own the place. Jim didn’t show up for work tonight, so I stepped in. I occasionally must do it when the employees call in sick or just don’t show up at all.”

His voice trails off and then he continues a moment later, “I had wondered when you would ask me that. After all, not everyone can afford an eighty-thousand-dollar sports car.” He smirks while bragging and then lowers his right hand from the steering wheel to my upper thigh.

Surprised by this, I am even more so when he slides my mini skirt up inch by inch slowly and then runs his fingers over my lace panties. Quickly separating my thighs, I welcome his fingertips to probe me and am pleasantly rewarded when his first finger slides under the hem of my panties and begins to tease me. Rubbing in circles slowly, he finds my extra sensitive nub and gives it a gentle pinch before traveling down to my lips.

As he does this, my clit starts to throb with need, and I feel my juices flow between my legs. After a few seconds, he slides a finger around it to make the tip slippery wet, then he circles my lips before entering just an inch or so at first. Wanting to cry out now and tell him to fuck me already, I latch onto the door handle and dig my nails in without saying a word.

“How can he make me want him so bad, so fast?” I say aloud and at first don’t even realize it when he begins to thrust his finger in all the way and then out like a piston.  Fucking me harder and harder, I whimper, “God, I want him so bad.”

“Oh no.” I murmur to myself as he smirks and then laughs when it dawns on me what I just said aloud.

Too late now, I might as well enjoy the ride as I close my eyes and wait for the inevitable to happen. Usually, Ben would get bored right before I would cum, and then he would withdraw his fingers. Now Jon will most likely do the same thing because it often takes me far too long to orgasm.

So, surprisingly enough when he thrusts in another finger and then rubs my clit with his thumb, I make a big mess all over his hand.  And when the fireworks go off under my eyelids, I realize something very odd. For some reason, my body seems to react to him as if we have been lovers for years and years.  We are already so intimate with each other, and we haven’t ever really begun.

This was never the way it was with Ben. Most of the time it felt awkward, so I just never asked for his attention. Of course, this tended to lead to fights that lasted for hours and when Ben would get upset, he would leave.

As I feel the car slow down, I open my eyes in awe to see a mansion in front of us. It is made of an off-color white brick and has ivy growing up the sides. You can tell that it has been around for ages because all the greenery looks like it has been growing there for hundreds of years.

The moment he takes his key out of the ignition, he turns to me and leans over far enough to brush my lips with his before he says softly, “Welcome to my home.”

What seals the deal, and my heart as well, is the fact that after he says this, he unexpectedly gives me an Eskimo kiss. That is the sweetest thing any man has ever done. However, a few minutes later when he slams me up against the wall of the entry way and proceeds to part my legs, I sigh because I am in heaven.

Feeling his hot breath on my neck as he bites my soft skin, makes me moan way before I even feel his head rub my folds. Oh, God. This man is a saint one minute and the devil the next because he can be so sweet one moment, but then the next I want him to fuck me so bad that I end up digging my nails into his cheeks and slamming myself against him.

Getting what I need finally, I cry out, “Yes.” as I feel him thrust deep within me before the dance begins and I feel his teeth sink in.

Chapter 3:  One Night Stand Part 3

Gazing into his eyes, I swallow hard and wait for him to plunge in deeper as he stretches my insides wider than ever before.  However, what I don’t expect is that a second later he withdraws as he digs his fingers deep into the skin of my rear end before scooping me up into his arms.  It is so sudden that it leaves my head spinning and I find myself wondering what I did wrong, so I begin to pout.

Along the way, I notice that he is so strong and yet graceful as he carries me in his arms so effortlessly.  Once he kicks the door open to the bathroom, he carries me in before glancing down at me and slowly lowering me to my feet.  With a steel look in his eyes he forcefully demands, “Take off your clothes.  I want to make you scream at the top of your lungs.” While pointing at my shaking body.

Hearing this, I never question as I quickly obey by stripping out of my clothes.  After letting them fall to the floor, I watch him in anticipation as he takes off his shirt and jeans, revealing the most gorgeous body I have ever seen.  Thinking to myself, “I can’t believe that he is perfect in every way.” Before my eyes lower to his mouth watering, rock-hard enormous cock that makes me wonder how he even fit inside me in the first place.

Staring at his amazing body, I quickly turn my attention away when he catches me, before he approaches me.  “I saw that.” He states while sounding thoroughly satisfied with the hunger in my stare.

“Come here.” He whispers before wrapping his arms around me for a brief moment to inhale the scent of me as he holds me still. 

It is only for a second or two, but for some reason it feels more like an eternity because I need him so badly that I want to scream.  The mere proximity of his body next to mine sends it into spasms.  Quickly, I decide that I had better take the time to bring up protection before it is far too late.

Cocking my head, I put my hands on his chest and force a bit of space in between us so I can think, before I ask sheepishly, “Do you have a condom?  Neither one of us wants to get anything.”

Eventually releasing me, he sighs as he walks towards the shower stall and then turns suddenly to offer me an outstretched hand.  A smile spreads across his perfect lips as he stares intently at me.

He asks softly, “Well, yes but we don’t need that do we?  I trust you and you trust me.  Correct?” 

Wondering if I can indeed trust him, I throw caution to the wind because I am on the pill and the likelihood of either one of us having a serious disease is almost zero.  As I think about this, I watch as he licks his lips and looks at me thoughtfully before asking seductively, “Coming?”

One word that is filled with so many different sinfully delicious meanings.  “Could he have possibly said one that isn’t more suggestive?  Geez?” I think to myself as I take his hand and let him pull me inside. 

After closing the door behind me, he steps over to the faucet and quickly turns it on.  Looking back at me, he waits for my response.  “Wow, this is so much bigger on the inside than I had originally thought!” I exclaim while scanning the stall with its various shower heads all lined up in a row along the extremely expensive looking turquoise tiles.

In that split second, between when he slams me up against the wall and thrusts his cock between my sensitive lips, I feel like I am in Heaven.  Thrusting in hard, he leans down to nibble on my neck again.  “God, it feels so wonderful.” I can’t help but shout before releasing a loud moan.

This time one hand stays firmly wrapped around my wrist as it holds me to the wall, while the other hand’s fingers close around my throat, choking me ever so lightly. 

The whole time I feel the hard tiles pressing into my spine, as I refuse to admit that it hurts but feels oh so good.  So, I close my eyes and begin to feel every little movement he makes inside me.  At least now I know what it feels like when a man truly desires you.

Until this very moment, I have never had a man treat me this way.  “Fuck!  I love it.  I’m about to come.”  I cry out into the mist as I scrape my nails down the center of his spine and begin to feel like I might faint from the pressure around my neck as he begins to tighten his grip.

Sure enough, he must feel me conform to him like a leather glove, because his lips return to mine while he stares at me with those gorgeous emerald eyes of his.  Devouring my mouth, he fucks me harder and harder before he plunges in one last time, coming harder than I ever have.  Releasing my neck, he whispers barely loud enough to hear, “Ride it through and then I am going to keep fucking you all night long.  I want to know you inside and out by the time I am through with you.”

Wondering why he would ever bother to get to know me better than a casual lay, I cock my head as I ask sweetly, “Isn’t knowing my body intimate enough?  What is the point of getting to know me more than that?”

Bursting into laughter, he leans his head down and shakes it gently before returning his gaze to mine.  In that moment, I glance up to see a glint in his eyes that wasn’t there a minute before as he lashes out and firmly grasps my wrist before spinning me around.  When I come to an abrupt stop, he shoves me up against the cold tiles on the wall, face first.  This time I feel him rub the tip of his cock around both entrances.  Closing my eyes, I swallow hard while holding my breath, because I secretly wish that he decides to fuck me everywhere.

My wish is granted when I feel him thrust in quickly as he makes animalistic grunting sounds and then leans down and breathlessly whispers against my ear, “My god, you are so tight.  If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you had never done this before.” 

Feeling him wrap his fingers in my silky hair, he yanks back and then bares my soft skin for him to bite.  However, he does no such thing, because as he thrusts in the next time, he kisses my lips hard and then picks up the pace.  Thrusting in and out voraciously, I hear our bodies collide with the sounds of sloppy sex bouncing off the walls.  Amazingly, the whole time his eyes stay trained on me as if I am his prey.  “No doubt if I move, he will get me.” I think to myself in between bouts of pleasure and pain.

While I begin to moan loudly in rhythm with his thrusts, I feel his cock swell and then he pauses before he yanks my hair back even harder and bursts deep within me.  Filling me completely, I too join him as the light show plays underneath my eyelids and I feel my whole body become so sensitive that I begin to giggle like a child.  Feeling his fingers running up and down my sides, I start to laugh harder, begging helplessly, “Please, no.  No.  Don’t tickle me.  Shit.”

When he slides out of me, I suddenly feel empty inside before he cups my chin and leans down to kiss my lips softly like lovers do.  Or at least how I assume they do, because Ben never did that for me, ever.  I guess he didn’t care enough to show me attention when I was upset.  However, it is amazing that this stranger can show me more love than any man I have ever known.  Why?  Why me?

Still feeling uneasy about something, I don’t ask any questions, just enjoy the rest of the ride as he teaches me things I never knew existed until now.  By the time we head to bed several hours later, we are both so tired we can barely stand or even speak.  So, as I lie there next to him on the sweat-soaked bed, I watch as he smiles thoughtfully. A few minutes later, he reaches over and covers me up after I begin to shiver in the cold night air. 

Falling fast asleep in his arms, I never realize that he leaves the bed, nor do I hear the car engine roar as he speeds out of the driveway without me.  Instead, I sleep quite oblivious of everything around me until I wake up suddenly, noticing that his spot is empty, and it has been for several hours.  By the time I find all my clothes and my purse, I know that he is not who he said he was.

Nothing added up and when I scanned the house, I noticed that none of the pictures were his.  Quickly retrieving my phone, I look for him again, but he is nowhere to be found.

Unfortunately, an hour later as I sit waiting on the couch for Kendra to pick me up, I hear someone open the front door, so I rush out to see if it is Jon.  When an elderly man in a business suit whom I recognize from all the pictures, looks up at me from the entry way and acts shocked, I quickly state, “Sir, I am so sorry.  I was misled last night.  Does a young man live here with you by any chance?”

Shaking his head silently, I hear the doorbell ring and I am never happier to have Kendra show up at that exact moment and save me from whatever is going on.  Not knowing if it was just a game or if someone else put him up to it like Ben, I sit quietly on the way home as I close my eyes and listen to the radio play.  Trying to put it all behind me will be difficult but I must for myself if nothing else.

One year later.

Never figuring out who he was or what kind of game he played that night, I cut my losses and decided to not go looking for him ever again.  Although, occasionally, when I look into my little Ana’s emerald-green eyes, I smile and know that somewhere out there a fool is wishing he didn’t leave me that night.  Taking her in my arms, I kiss her chubby cheeks softly and stare off into the distance at what could have been.  Then I decide to leave it alone for a while longer as I put her in her crib and read her a bedtime story.

The End of One Night Stand

I hope you enjoyed One Night Stand.  Thank you for taking the time to read my books.  Feel free to check out all of my others.

To my loving husband, mom, sister and all my family that believed in me enough to push me to make this all possible.  Thank you.  I love you all.