Adventures In Radio #5 – Dark Angel

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Adventures In Radio #5 – Dark Angel

“Hello?” I asked, picking up the ringing telephone.

“Hey, it’s Matt,” came the voice from the other end. “Where do you want to meet for that beer

tonight?”

“How about Wally’s?” I suggested.

“Sounds good, what time?” Matt asked.

“It’s 6 now, so how about 7? That would give me time to shower and get the sweat from mowing

the lawn off of me,” I told him.

“OK, I’ll see you there at 7. Don’t be late.”

“I’ll be there, just make sure your woman doesn’t show up. This is man night, not bring your

girl to the bar night,” I warned him. “If I see her, I’m turning and leaving.”

“That was one time, and she really wanted to go. It was either let her tag along, or sleep on

the couch for a couple days,” he explained.

“If she tries to pull that shit again, suck it up and sleep on the couch. Women don’t want a

pussy, no matter what they say. They want you to have a backbone and stand up to them once in a

while. If you keep giving in, she’s either going to keep taking every ounce of pride you have

or she’ll find some other guy who’s willing to treat her like shit to give it up to,” I advised

him. I’m not saying you should treat her like crap, but you have to stand up to her. Pick your

battles, and when she’s over stepping her boundaries, put her back in her place.”

“I know, I know. You’ve give me the same speech several times now, and it doesn’t seem to be

working,” he said.

“How about I smack you in the face every time you ignore my advice? Would that help you remember?

It’d be like training a dog not to crap on the floor. Smack it on the nose, and then rub it’s

nose in it’s shit so it knows why it’s getting kicked,” I told him.

“So I’m a dog now?” Matt asked.

“Well, you’ve always been my bitch, I’m just letting you know it now. Seriously though, you gotta

grow a backbone. No chick is worth letting yourself become a rug over, except maybe Rose McGowan,”

I said with a chuckle.

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything,” he said.

“Just shut the hell up and meet me at the bar,” I said.

“OK, I’ll see you in about an hour,” he said.

“Later man,” I said, hanging up the phone.

“He’s such a fucking pansy,” I muttered under my breath as I headed to the shower.

Arriving at the bar, I looked for Matt. Seeing him, I made my way over through the crowd of people.

“What happened to your head? Did Elisha get a little rough last night?” He asked when I sat down

across from him at the table.

“No, I tripped and hit my head,” I explained, reaching up to touch the Band-Aid on my forehead.

“Wow, that sucks,” he said with a grimace. “Well, you promised to regale me with tales of you and

one of my favorite celebs. So who was it? Are you finally going to reveal the story behind the

rumors about you and Alyssa Milano?

“There’s no story to that, really,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I don’t even know how or why

the rumors started. I just know that they started showing up after she stopped to talk to me in a

restaurant. Someone must’ve seen it and speculated that we were doing more than just talking.”

“It started over a simple conversation?” He asked, not sure whether he should believe me or not.

“I was in the bar when she walked in. She waved at me, and I did the whole ‘who’s she waving at’

head swivel thing trying to figure out who might be waving back at her. She came over, struck up

a bit of conversation, then she went off to eat her meal. Next thing I know, everyone’s asking me

if I really slept with her. After a while, I just quit answering,” I explained.

“That’s a pretty boring story you got there Richie. You’ve got to have a better one than that,” he

told me, as if I didn’t already know that.

Getting up, I said “I’ll go get us some beers and then give you the low down about Jessica Alba.”

“You’re going to leave me here wondering, aren’t you? You better hurry back or I’ll have to kick

your ass,” Matt warned me.

“You couldn’t kick the ass of a three legged dog, so don’t even try to talk tough,” I told him.

“It’s worth the wait. It involves Jessica Alba in leather and completely insatiable.”

“You’re going to leave me like this?” He repeated as I turned to get the beers.

“Two Coronas please,” I said to the bartender. Paying for them, I grabbed the beers and headed

back to the table.

“You know, with all the hot chicks you get, it’s easy to hate you. Then you go and tease me

like that, and it makes it even easier. Then I remind myself that you’re the reason I got to

bang Pink, as well as Avril. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’re a bastard, but a

bastard that’s also a pretty good friend at times,” Matt said when I got back.

Jokingly, I asked “you want a tampon to go with that pussy you just developed?”

Shaking his head, he said “there’s the bastard part surfacing again.”

“You have your moments as well, you know. Now, do you want to hear the story? Or do you want to

sit here and discuss my parentage?

With a blank look on his face, Matt asked “your parentage?”

“Yeah, you called me a bastard. Bastard means I was born out of wedlock, hence my parentage,” I

said, flicking him on the forehead with my middle finger.

“Ouch,” he hollered. “I was only asking a question. No need to get violent over it.”

“How you ever made it through college, I’ll never know,” I said, shaking my head. “Now back to

the story. It started back in the summer 2000, and Dark Angel hadn’t made her a star yet. Peter,

my friend at the LA Times, got the first two episodes to review. Knowing that I love stuff like

that, he slipped me the tapes. After I watched them, I knew that the show was going to be a hit.

Knowing that she was going to be a big star, I hounded Kenny to get her on the show no matter

what. Finally, about a month before the show premiered, she showed up to be interviewed. She must

have liked it, because she kept coming back every few days to talk to me and the audience. The

night the show premiered, she invited me over to her place to watch it. I had never really talked

to a celebrity outside of work before, so I was nervous as all hell. I show up, and she opens the

door wearing these tight black leather pants that looked they were spray painted on, and a pink

belly shirt that showed off that tight stomach of hers. I walked in, and stammered ‘hi Jessica.’”

“Hi Richie, why the stutter?” She asked.

“Just nervous is all,” I answered.

“Why are you nervous? You knew me before I was a star,” she said with a smile. “I’m the same person

I was earlier today.”

“I know, but you’re still a celebrity. I talk to one or two almost every day, but that’s always in

the studio. I’ve never been invited over to their house to just hang out,” I managed to say.

“Come on Richie, we’re buds. Just think of it as two pals hanging out and watching TV. Can you do

that?” She asked.

“I can do that, but I must say that I never had a pal that looked that good in leather pants,” I

joked.

“You really think so?” She asked, turning around to show me the best ass in television. “It’s about

to start, so you better come in. Unless you want to watch it from the doorway, that is.”

“The view from here is fine, but I think it might be more comfortable in there,” I said, closing the

door after me.

Flipping on the TV, she sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. Sitting down next to

her, all I could think about was how good she smelled. The smell of her perfume had me as high as a

kite and I didn’t want to come back down. It was a good thing I had already seen the episode, because

I don’t think I was able to concentrate for more than ten seconds at a time. Every time I got my

concentration, she’d shift in her seat or tap my leg and my mind would be lost in thoughts of how

various parts of her body would feel.

“Richie?” She asked, bringing me out of my reverie. “You OK?”

“I’m fine, just didn’t sleep well last night. My concentration is shot as a result,” I said, trying

to cover for the real reason my mind was elsewhere.

“If you want to lie down, feel free. The bedroom is right down there at the end of the hall,” she

told me, pointing it out to me.

“Where would you sleep? I don’t want to put you out,” I said.

“It’s OK, I’ll wake you up in a couple hours. I’m not letting you drive home when you might fall

asleep at the wheel and kill yourself. Now go get some sleep, and that’s that,” she commanded me.

“If you’re sure it’s OK, then I’m not going to argue with you,” I said, getting up off the couch.

“You’re not going to argue, because you know I’d win. Besides, I’d kick your ass if you didn’t do

it,” she said with a grin.

“I’ve seen the moves you put on in your show. I might have to throw my face in front of your fist

a few times and see how tough you really are. Unfortunately, I severely dislike blood when it’s my

own. I don’t mind seeing someone else’s blood, just not my own,” I said with a grimace.

“Then go get some sleep before I make you see some of your own blood,” she said, pushing me in the

direction of the bedroom.

“OK, I’m going,” I said, resigning myself to the fact that I wasn’t going to be getting out of it.

“Good night,” she yelled after me as I closed the door.

Kicking off my shoes, I walked around the room looking at pictures of what I assumed to be family

and friends on the walls and furniture of her room before clicking off the light and laying down on

the bed. I didn’t even bother pulling down the covers, I just laid on top of them and closed my eyes.

Some time later, I have no idea how much later, I rolled over and found myself under the covers

with my arm around a warm body. Not fully remembering where I was, I looked around before remembering

that I was in Jessica’s bed.

Shaking Jessica awake, I asked her “weren’t you supposed to wake me up?”

Sleepily, she said “you looked so peaceful, so I just covered you up and crawled in with you instead.

You don’t mind do you?”

“No, I guess not. I’m going to have trouble getting back to sleep though now that I’m awake,” I said.

“Curl up with me and you’ll fall asleep in no time,” she assured me.

“It doesn’t work that way for me,” I said, wrapping my arm back around her. When she snuggled back

into me, I decided I should at least give it a try. When I couldn’t go back to sleep, I got up and

wandered around the apartment. Turning on the TV, I sat down on the couch and watched what seemed to

be endless hours of MASH reruns on FX with the sound turned low.

Waking up to the smell of coffee, I stood up and stretched. Sleeping in the sitting position had

stiffened my neck, so I grabbed my chin with my left hand and the top of my head with the right and

gave it a gentle pull until it popped. Rolling my head around my shoulders, I wandered into the

kitchen to the sight of Jessica in a wife beater T-shirt and boxers making breakfast.

“Morning sleepyhead,” she greeted me as she poured a cup of coffee.

“Thanks,” I said, taking the cup of coffee. Taking a sip of the coffee, I could do nothing but look

at those beautiful legs of hers.

“You should have stayed in the warm bed with me instead of watching TV on the couch. I bet your neck

has a big kink in it,” she said as she placed a plate with toast and a cheese omelet on it in front

of me.

“It’s fine,” I said. “It wouldn’t be a normal day for me if I didn’t have some kind of pain in my

neck. Since Kenny’s gone this week, I’m just returning to the status quo.”

“Here, let me help you with that,” she offered, massaging my neck and shoulders.

“Oh man, you should give up acting and be my personal masseuse,” I said, in obvious bliss.

“You don’t pay as well as Fox does, otherwise I’d consider it,” she said when she was finished.

“I see how you are. Say ‘screw Richie’ and take the money,” I joked. “Sell out is what you are.”

“Everyone sells out sooner or later. I figure it’s better to do it sooner, so I have more time to

let the money roll in.”

“Smart girl. Sell out early, then worry about artistic integrity when your lifestyle is paid for…”

I trailed off when she sat down next to me. She was turned towards me, feet up on the rung of her

chair, and the legs of her boxers were parted enough to give me enough of a view to stop my thought

process in it’s tracks. I saw enough to know that when she starts shaving her legs, she certainly

doesn’t stop there.

“Richie?” You were saying something?” She asked. Following my line of sight, she noticed where I

was looking. Quickly closing her legs, she said “oops, didn’t mean to show you that.”

Noticing that her face was quickly turning a deep shade of crimson, I said “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t

have looked, or at least not stared. I just couldn’t help it. I just happened to notice it and

couldn’t get my eyes to turn away.”

“I understand, it’s only natural. I should be flattered that you want to see my girly bits.

Normally it’d take three dates before you see what you saw. You’re ahead of the game,” she said,

trying to make light of the situation.

“If I’m ahead of the game, then how come I haven’t seen the rest?” I asked, half joking and half

nervously.

“You’ll see them when I see your’s,” she said in mock seriousness.

“I’ve got no shame,” I said, standing up and pulling my pants down.

“Oh my god, I was joking,” she said when my pants were and boxers were around my knees.

“Joking or not, a deal’s a deal. I showed you mine, so now you show me your’s. It’s only fair,”

I pointed out.

“You already saw some, so it looks like we’re even now,” she said, trying to weasel out of the

deal.

“You said, and I quote, ‘you’ll see the REST when I see your’s.’ I showed you mine, now you hold

up your end and show me the rest. You never make a deal with the devil if you don’t plan to deliver.”

Twisting her hair around her finger, she asked “so your the devil, huh?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes. If you don’t want to show your breasts, then I’ll settle for another

beaver shot. I’m not leaving til you show me something, or I have to leave for work,” I said,

cracking a smile.

“Might as well watch some TV while we wait then,” she said, leaving the kitchen.

Standing there stunned, I grabbed my omelet and coffee and followed her.

“You can’t eat in here,” she said from the couch when she saw me walking in with my food.

“Show me your tits and I’ll eat in the kitchen,” I told her, sitting next to her on the couch.

Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, she said “fine, you better not make a mess though.”

“I won’t,” I assured her, taking a sip of my coffee. “Just one little peek. Like five seconds, that’s

all I ask.”

“You’re not going to give up, are you?” She asked. When I shook my head, she uttered the words every

man wants to hear “fine, you win. What do you want taken off? Top or bottom?”

“Technically, the deal was for the rest. So I guess that would be the top, but if you want to show the

bottom again as well, I wouldn’t complain,” I said.

As she stood up, I could see that her nipples were hard as a rock and poking through her shirt. I took

another sip of my coffee as she started pulling up her shirt. In almost slow motion, she grabbed the

bottom of her shirt and slowly started pulling it up and off, revealing a pair of the most magnificent

tits known to man. It felt like it took ten minutes with all the anticipation that had built up, but in

reality it only took a few seconds. Because she has darker, latino skin, her nipples were more of a

mocha brown color than the traditional light pink I was used to seeing. The contrast in skin color had

me horny as hell, and I could tell that she was getting turned on too.

“May I?” I asked, getting up to make my move.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask since last night. Why do you think I crawled into bed with you last

night?” She asked me.

Not able to come up with an answer, but kicking myself for not taking advantage last night, I raised my

hands to cup her breasts. With one in each hand, I noticed that they were the perfect size: fit nicely

in the palm of my hand with just a little spilling out.

“They’re beautiful,” was all I could think of to say. Tweaking the nipples between my thumb and

forefingers, I leaned in to kiss her. I could feel her passion as she kissed me back with those soft,

full lips of hers.

When she broke the kiss, she took my hand and said “lets go to the bedroom.”

Too stunned to think, I just nodded and let her lead me by the hand.

Once in the bedroom, she gave me a kiss that fried the circuitry in my brain and sent all the blood in

my body rushing into my pants. Giggling at the dazed look on my face, she unbuttoned my pants and snaked

her hand into my underwear.

“Wow,” she said, with a look of surprise on her face when she grabbed my stick. “This might be even more

fun that I thought.”

“Don’t pet the snake unless you’re willing to let it come out and play,” I warned, the hand on my cock

enough to snap me out of my haze.

“I’m counting on it coming out and playing. it better be prepared to play quite a bit, because I’ve got

a beaver that’s looking for a playmate, and it likes snakes best of all,” she said in a husky voice,

playing along.

“I have no way of responding to that,” I said, truthfully. “I’ve never been very good at dirty talk other

than something like ‘does that feel good?’ Or even ‘you know you want it rough.’ The stock dirty talk that

everyone can do is about the only stuff I can pull off.”

“Dirty talk helps, but it’s really all about what you can do with that cock of your’s,” she said,

squeezing my dick for added emphasis. “Are we going to talk all day, or are we going to fuck?”

“I vote for fucking, so I guess that makes it unanimously in favor of getting our swerve on,” I said.

“Good,” she said, pushing me down on the bed. Before I even hit the bed, she was already pulling my jeans

and boxers down. When I knew what was actually happening, I helped her by pulling my legs out of them

while she held the jeans. “How long until you have to leave for work?”

“I should leave about nine, what time is it now?” I asked.

“7:30. That gives us an hour and a half. Do you think that’s enough time?”

“I doubt it’ll be enough to do everything I want, but we could still do a lot in that time,” I said. I

was about to say it was her choice what happened next, but as I opened my mouth to speak, she opened hers

to inhale my cock like a plate full of Oreos put in front of Anna Nicole Smith. Instead, all I could

manage to get out was “oh geez, you’re quick.”

Pulling her mouth back off my knob, she said “you should see me when I have more than an hour and a half

to work with.”

“If that’s an offer, then I’ll definitely take you up on it,” I said. Pushing her head back towards my

crotch, I reminded her “time is short dear, better get going.”

Attacking my dick like Ghandi after a hunger strike, she quickly had almost the whole thing in her mouth.

Putting my hands behind her head, I laid back to enjoy the masterful blow job being performed on me.

Feeling her mouth leave my cock, I raised my head to ask her why she stopped. Seeing her stand up to

remove her boxers, I braced myself for what I knew was coming.

“Since time is short, no need to waste it on formalities,” she said as she straddled my waist.

Reaching down, she grabbed my cock and lined it up with the opening of her cunt. Pinning my hands to the

bed above my head, she slid herself down my pole. When she hit bottom, she leaned down and kissed me as

she started working her pussy back up my cock.

The feel of her full lips pressed against mine, her tongue entwining with mine, her tits pressed against

my chest, her tight pussy wrapped around my member like a velvet glove, all combined to make my head swim.

I was in heaven, so I just let myself be swept away by the waves of lust that were washing over me.

Breaking the kiss, I warned her “I’m getting close to cumming.”

“Not yet, you don’t,” she said, scrambling off of me. Grabbing my cock, she squeezed the base until the

urge to cum subsided. “I’m not letting you get off that easily. I’ve been trying to drop hints on you for

weeks, so I’m going to get as much as I can now that you’ve finally gotten the hints.”

“All you had to do was say ‘lets have sex’ and I would’ve been ready and willing in about ten seconds.

I’m too dense for a woman to be subtle with me,” I pointed out.

“I gathered that much, but climbing into bed with you wasn’t exactly subtle and you still didn’t get it.

I almost gave up on you until chance intervened this morning,” she said as she climbed back on top of me.

Putting her hands on my chest, she eased herself back down onto my dick. Grabbing her shoulders, I pulled

her down for a kiss.

Wrapping my arms around her, I rolled her over onto her back and said “I think it’s time we really got

down to business. We’re not going to get anywhere with this slow romantic stuff. That would be fine if

we had all the time in the world, but we don’t.”

With a little squeal of delight, she wrapped her legs around my waist and said “give it to me hard and

fast baby.”

“Ask and you shall receive,” I said as I started into her with long strokes. Building up speed, I

alternated the angle of entry on each stroke to give her a little different feel with each plunge.

“Faster,” she commanded between moans.

Not wanting to let her down, I turned it up as much as I could. Forgetting all about being nice, I just

started slamming into her with everything I could muster. The room was awash in echoes of the sounds of

sex. The sounds of skin hitting skin, the squishy sound of my cock drilling into her sopping wet hole,

my grunts as I exerted energy, her moans getting louder with every thrust, the squeak of the bed frame,

the thud of the head board slamming into the wall, combined to create this weird cacophony of noise where

all are distinctly heard, yet drown each other out at the same time.

“OH, FUCK ME,” she screamed. “Fuck me like the dirty girl I am.”

“You’re such a dirty girl, you need to be taught a lesson,” I said, through gritted teeth as I kept up

the blistering pace. “I think you may need a spanking. Would the help you learn your lesson, you dirty

girl?”

“Yes… need spanking… need to… learn,” she said, panting in between words.

“You’re a naughty girl for seducing strange men, you know that?” I asked, playing along with her game.

“Bad… girl,” she agree, biting her lip.

“Stuffing the dirty pussy,” I said for no apparent reason. “You like having your dirty pussy stuffed,

babe?”

“YES,” she screamed as her climax hit her.

With a couple extra quick thrusts, I threw back my head and luxuriated in the feel of my own orgasm

washing over.

“You don’t think your done do you?” She asked, sitting up after I pulled out.

“I guess not,” I said when she grabbed my cock and started stroking it back to life.

When my dick was back to full strength, she scrambled up onto her hands and knees on the bed. Wiggling

her ass at me, I stepped up behind her and watched our combined juices running out of her pussy and down

her leg.

Without warning, I pulled back my hand and delivered a sharp smack to her ass cheek.

“Ow,” she said, turning her head to look back at me. “That was a good one.”

“How about this one?” I asked as I cracked her on the other cheek even harder.

“Oh yeah, that one was just about right,” she said as a red hand started showing on her ass. “May I have

another?”

“Yes you may,” I said just before spanking her one more time.

“I’m a bad girl. I don’t think I’ve learned my lesson,” she said looking back at me with those big brown

eyes. “I think you may need to think of another punishment for me.”

“Well then, I think the only thing to do is fuck you in the ass,” I told her. “I think it’s the only way

you’ll learn.”

“If you think it’ll help, then I’m willing to try,” she said with a look of apprehension on her face.

“Do you have any K-Y Jelly or lotion I can use as lube?” I asked, patting her ass.

“I have some lotion in the bathroom. It should be next to the sink,” she said as I went off in search of

it.

Finding it, I squirted a healthy dollop onto my fingers as I walked back into the room. Stepping behind

her, I reached out and lightly touched her rosebud with the lotion covered fingers. Working the lotion

around the outside of her anus, I slowly started to work my index finger past the outer ring. When the

finger popped in and immediately slid in to the first knuckle, she groaned at the sensation.

“Are you sure this is going to teach me my lesson?” She asked innocently.

“If it doesn’t, then it’s because you’ve sunk too far into the depravity to be rescued,” I said, adding

a little televangelist swagger to the mix.

Pulling my finger out of her ass, I added a squirt of lotion directly to her anus, making her jump.

“That’s cold,” she lamented. “Too bad I don’t have any warm lotion.”

“Cold is good, it makes you uncomfortable. Warm lotion wouldn’t help you, but cold can,” I said, as I

used to added lotion to work my finger deeper into her rectum. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” she said, gritting her teeth in preparation.

“Here it comes,” I warned her, aiming my cock head at her crinkled rosebud. Feeling her anus constrict

barring access, I slapped her on the ass and said “relax, or I’ll force it and really make it hurt.”

“I’m trying,” she said, concentration evident in her voice.

Adding more pressure, her asshole finally yielded and my cock popped in to just behind the crown.

“Argh,” she said, clutching the sheets as her anus clamped down on the head of my dick.

Grabbing her hips so she couldn’t crawl away, I reassured her by saying “the worst is over. The head is

in,and all that’s left is the shaft. Push back at me when you’re ready.”

After a few seconds, I felt her asshole start to relax again and she said “try it now. I think I can

handle it.”

Taking her at her word, I slowly inched my way into her bowels. Stopping a couple times along the way

for her to adjust, I finally felt my pelvis slap her ass when I was all the way in.

“How you doing?” I asked before making a move to pull out.

“I’m doing fine,” she answered. “It feels like I’ve got a log up my ass, but other than that, I’m doing

great.”

“It looks great from back here,” I told her. Running my hand over her ass, I raised up and delivered a

spanking that echoed through the room.

“Ouch,” she hollered, reaching back to rub the spot I just smacked. “That one hurt.”

Slowly pulling back until just the head was in her asshole, I added another squirt of lotion to the spot

where we were joined. Pushing back in, the lotion helped me glide a little more effortlessly.

Taking her weight off of her arms, she lowered her head and chest to the bed. Reaching back with her

hands, she used her left hand to feel my clock sliding in and out of her anus and the right hand to

finger her pussy.

As she fingered herself, her rectum relaxed even more. Feeling one of her hands sliding along my shaft

as I fucked her and the other massing my cock through the thin walls separating her holes, I started

building up speed and fucked with more force.

“You like being fucked in the ass, don’t you slut?” I asked as she started to moan from the ass fucking

she was receiving.

“Feels good… feels so… naughty,” she responded as I fucked her ass harder and harder.

I marveled at how her ass rippled every time I shoved me way home and my hips smacked into her butt.

Feeling my energy starting to deplete, I slowed down and took a much slower, more casual approach to

the next dozen strokes.

“Harder,” she commended me. “I’m gonna cum.”

Climbing onto the bed behind her, I got into a crouched position that allowed me to get more power behind

my thrusts. Using the new found power, I reached deep and tapped into my remaining energy to just

absolutely hammer Jessica’s ass with everything I could muster.

“Oh shit, I’m cumming,” she yelled into the mattress as her whole body went rigid.

Unable to control myself, I made a couple more quick stabs before unloading my seed deep into her asshole.

Pulling out with an audible ‘pop,’ I laid down on the bed next to her.

“What time is?” I asked her.

Crawling on top of me, she looked over at the clock and said “8:45, we still have some time.”

“Actually, we don’t,” I reminded her. “I have to be to work by 10, and I still have to go home, shower,

and change clothes.”

“So shower here and we can have some more fun,” she tempted me.

“I’d love to, believe me, but I can’t. If I shower with you, I’ll never leave. I have to go to work,” I

said, regretfully rolling her off of me.

Getting up, I grabbed my clothes to get dressed. Sitting down on the bed next to her to put my shoes on,

I suddenly felt her hand reach over and start to pull down my zipper.

Pushing her hand away, I told her “I have to go. I can come back after work if you want, but right now I

have to go.”

“I might not be horny later,” she said, pouting as she sat up on the bed, still naked.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go,” I told her, yet again as I stood up to leave. Leaning down to kiss her, I

asked “see you later?”

“OK, maybe I’ll even give you another shot,” she said.

Jotting my phone number down on a piece of paper, I left it on her night stand so she could call me later.

Dragging myself to the car, I hoped that I wasn’t going to fall asleep in between songs at work.

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