Everybody Has One - Part 4

Everybody Has One - Part 4

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Veronica sent him that picture. She should have left well enough alone. Why did she do it? She knew why!

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Veronica sent him that picture. She should have left well enough alone. Why did she do it? She knew why!

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Submitted: November 06, 2012

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Submitted: November 06, 2012

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More smoothie traces down my legs. 

We both meditate in a few brief moments of silence.  I reach for a handy-dandy wet wipe to freshen myself up.  A few squirts of Cucumber Aloe Secret Body Mist and I am ready to face the day.  “D” was the first to break the sound barrier.

“How are things going with what’s his name?”  Are you two still cohabitating as one but living as two?  Or have things worked themselves out?” 

I know he was referring to my indecent proposal from a few months back.  I had proposed a live and in-person hook up.  And he made a deliberate yet conscience decision to over promise and under deliver; whereby I have been angry with him ever since.  Angry, until today!  “D” and I had a saga; our story had journeyed through adolescent mishaps, premature ejaculations, bastard babies, sexual identity exploration, and presently marriage dissatisfaction.  If I’m really being completely honest our connection and attraction has remained intact through four states, two countries, and one terminated pregnancy. 

As the only virgin in our two distinct circles of friends, I was a constant topic of conversation in mine and his.  My girl and guy friends alike all made it their mission in life to educate me on the acts of sex, blowjobs, hand-jobs, 69’s, finger fucking and whatever else they believed themselves to be the expert on.  I was adorned the “Golden Goose” in my circle and to pop my cherry was the prize target on many radars.  “D” and his friends were labeled the “good bad boys,” they were considered bad boys because of the constant flow of cash, cars and girls that surrounded them.  They were often spotted about the city in the newest clothes, attending the freshest new night life spots, and let me not forget; their click had just enough mystic about their comings and goings to cause constant rumors and curiosity.  The good boy label was branded on them as well because they all attended schools of higher education, they were always seen about their homes helping their parents with household duties, and strangely enough hanging and playing with their younger siblings.  None of these were the m.o. for your standard “bad boys” so “D” and his friends were relabeled.  I know parent and child relationships that were not able to weather those types of storms and distances.  And although the journey had not been absent of bruises and scars, the physical and mental draw had remained powerful, juicy, and secretive.

“We are about the same.  He goes to work, I go to work, we discuss the events of our children for the week, and he makes plans to join his friends for the billiard league while I am left with the intense sound of silence, self-doubt, and painting pictures of provocative women positioned in precarious positions with mystery men.  And wondering why I allow myself to entertain these images” Veronica responded and regretting it immediately.

“And before you comment or respond I don’t want to hear it!  I don’t need or want you to suggest anything, you will only succeed in making me angry, or lying to me, and or make me regret this call.  And up until now this call has been the highlight of my day,” she yelled in exasperation.

Like only he could, a lite chuckle emitted through the phone.

“Veronica, you are physical incapable of staying angry with me.  But I will honor your request and we will not talk about it right now.  Right now I need to clean up this eruption you caused and I’m sure you need to freshen up that jewel at the peak of your thighs” he chimed.

In a moment of silence she concurred. 

“I will talk to you again later,” Veronica sighed.

“Veronica, what would you say if I mentioned that I will be hosting a football clinic in Valparaiso next weekend?”

Clunk, was the sound of the phone as it hit the floor.  Silence.

“Veronica, I want to see you, I want to touch you, hold you, to caress you live and in person.  I want to watch your reflection in the mirror while your legs are spread wide and my thumb thumps your hot pink clit to a plump and enlarged piece of flesh.  I want your love button to swell beyond the lips of your pussy.  I want to fondle it and fondle you to a heightened state of sensitivity.  I want to make you squirm, watch you squirm.”

Moisture erupted again.  Damn!


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