August 31, 2015 Monday
Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 12:02 AM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Subject: The Fan
The Fan
He couldn’t believe he was doing this. His friend had talked
him into reading at Stone Soup Poets open mike. One of the
stories. It was for Valentine’s Day, and everyone was doing
it, but it still made him feel vulnerable and exposed. He
read and paused, as appreciative sighs filled the room, and
knew it would be alright. He noticed this woman, standing in
the back against the wall. Staring right at him. He felt like
he was reading to her, and that she felt it, too. He finished,
and a crowd gathered around him to chat and congratulate and
fawn and cluck. He searched the room for her, but she had gone.
He listened to the other artists awhile, but couldn’t get the
hazy image of the woman out of his mind. Finally, he slipped
out the side door and started toward the train. She spoke as
he passed, startling him.
“Your story was…special. It touched me.” She almost
whispered into the night air.
“Thank you,” he said, automatically. Brilliant. He tried
to make out her face in the dim light of the street lamp.
“It made me…want to know you,” she sighed, almost as if
she hadn’t wanted to admit it. He was sure his mouth hung open at
that point. He remembered himself in a few seconds, and decided to
be flip.
“So, what did you want to know?” He quipped, not really
expecting her to answer. She looked away, then surprised him.
“What it would be like to inspire you.” He gulped in air.
There didn’t seem to be enough air to fill his burning lungs. He
realized that somehow, in the last minute, something had passed
between them. It scared him, but drew him to her.
“Can I walk you to the train?” He asked her. She seemed
to consider it carefully, then stepped forward and took his arm in
silent acceptance. He felt her breast against his arm and wondered
if he could remember how to walk. He managed. He thought she would
ask him mundane questions, quiz him about his story or his life. She
was silent, seemingly deep in thought, walking in step with him.
He wanted to see her face, but she was beside him so he could
only take in her long hair, swinging around her, and how she seemed
just the right height to walk with him, and how her chest moved with
each step. They passed a pottery shop and she paused briefly to
glance at the brightly colored bowls. Suddenly, she yanked him into
the dark doorway, and pressed him against the stone of the building.
He felt the cold against his back, then the heat of her in front,
as she wiggled to fit her body to his. Then she put her lips within
a hair of his, and stopped. This seemed to be quite a distance for
her initiative to take her, but not quite there.
He cursed the lack of light. He couldn’t see her eyes. But
it didn’t seem to matter, he was taking her invitation and sinking
his tongue into her mouth before he realized he’d decided to do it.
He felt as hard as the stone against his back, and knew she felt it
too by the breath she took when he raised his head momentarily. She
worked her hand under his shirt, and put his hand on her breast.
They teased each other’s nipples, nipping at necks and ears and noses.
Smiling into each other’s mouths as their breathing raged out of
control.
This was crazy. He didn’t know this woman. He knew
nothing except she liked his writing, that she had understood
the call in it. And that she felt so right in his arms. It
was nuts, but it made sense to him. He’d find out the other
stuff later, if it became important. He was startled back to
the present by her hand at his belt. Oh, my god.
She stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and
whispered in his ear.
“I don’t…I mean, I haven’t…ever…without…” she
couldn’t seem to say it, but he knew she was trying to justify
this wildfire burning between two strangers in a dark doorway.
“I know,” he murmured, hugging her even closer. That
seemed to settle it. She undid his belt, and slipped her hand
inside his clothes to touch him. He thought he’d pass out.
She rubbed him just the right way for longer than he thought
he could endure. He knew he should be touching her, but could
not summon the brain power beyond savoring her touch. She
removed one hand to her pocket, he heard a rip, then she was
taking his sex from his pants, and covering it with latex,
and leading him to a ledge deeper in the doorway. She stretched
out on the stone, and pulled him down over her, into her. The
combination of the time and place and strangeness and the latex
set him off almost immediately. He pounded her into the stone,
without thought of her soft body. She met his every thrust,
moaning in his ear. He felt the pulsing, the searing heat, and
filled the plastic, thinking of filling her. She clenched him
deep inside. His mind clung to every detail as he realized he
would desperately need to write about this later.
They clung to one another forever. Then sat close to
each other on the ledge as they righted their clothes. There
seemed to be so much to say, and yet nowhere to start. He
finally took her arm, and they continued toward the train. He
thought he should be panicking, but couldn’t get beyond the
amazing afterglow. When they reached the platform, he expected
her to disappear like the dream she seemed to him. She chewed
her lip. He feasted on seeing her in the light.
“I need to know more.” She whispered, a pleading look
on her face.
“Yes.” It was all he could say. It seemed enough.
“Take me home with you.”
“Yes.”
“Let me inspire you.”
He moaned and rolled his eyes. Then the train rumbled
into the station and they boarded locked arm in arm.
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Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 8:48 AM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The Fan
Sassy,
Do you ever imagine yourself in these situations? I presume so…I may not be so bold as these…but I guess that’s the magic of fantasy.
brett
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Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 9:36 AM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Re: The Fan
Good morning! Hope your week is off to a grand start. I’m at the doctor with my mom. They think she has shingles. Ugh.
I imagine myself, but I don’t see it happening in real life. My Sassy side would want to, but the demure lady would keep me from doing it.
I have had some adventures outside but that’s a story for another day.
-S
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Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 1:00 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The Fan
People
Sassy,
The week is indeed off to a grand start. I solved a work related mystery this morning that could have taken a long time to find, but I nailed it in about 1 hour. Also, the program that I ran on Friday had very positive results. So good so far, my machines are cooperating.
How is your Mom? I hope she doesn’t have shingles as I hear it can be painful. That’s one that I will get a vaccine for.
Do you drink alcohol at all? Some people do not and I am ok with either a yes or no answer. I do not drink a lot, but might have a beer or glass of wine with my meal or after a round of golf.
brett
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Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 4:48 PM
To: Sassy
From: Brett
Re: The Fan
Hiya Brett!
Glad to hear you’re having work victories. I didn’t get in until 11 am so I’ve been playing catch up all day. I finally feel like I can stop for the day.
Mom does have shingles and probably has for awhile. She’s in a lot of pain. She has a bad back, so she thought it was just more of the same. I’m disappointed that her assisted living nurses didn’t find it earlier but I suppose that’s too much to expect? She had the vaccine but the doctor said it’s not perfect. They gave her anti-viral meds and lidocaine patches, so she should start to feel better.
Interesting that you ask about booze. I can’t drink alcohol. I can’t take cough syrup with it. Or eat rum cake. Sadly, it makes me barf. So I am always the designated driver and a crusader for festive non-alcoholic drinks. I’m glad you can enjoy it!
Would it be possible to talk on the phone at some point? I find hearing a man’s voice and communicating in real time can be quite pleasant and add a lot of pieces to the puzzle.
I am feeling very frisky… thinking about sitting you down in a big soft chair, sitting at your feet and working my magic on you.
-S
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Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 11:08 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
Subject: The call
Hi Sassy,
Just got back from golf. We all went out for sushi after the usual 19th hole get together.
Sorry about your mom but at least knowing helps a little. Hopefully they’ll be able to manage the pain without overdoing the meds.
That’s interesting about your reaction to alcohol. Has it always been this way? It’s fine with me, I don’t need it at all.
Indeed we can talk on the phone. I certainly don’t want to converse from home and I think perhaps it’s better not to call from work. I have a cell phone, and I really don’t like talking on it (much prefer texting) but if I use the bluetooth in the car, then using it is tolerable. Talking to you would be a real treat for sure. A good time might be around lunch. I will finally get to hear what sultry sounds like.
Just to get the ball rolling, I will suggest 12:00 tomorrow (considering you are so frisky). Let me know if thats a good time and it’s not a problem to change if it doesn’t work for you. My cell number is [redacted]
…he knew she was ready, but he wanted to extend the pleasure….
brett