Black: Part 3 (Black Series)
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Authors: Kelly Harper
Black
Part 3
A
Black Series
Novella
by
Kelly Harper
BLACK: PART 3 copyright 2015 by Kelly Harper
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Calvin
I let out a growl of frustration.
It’s already Friday afternoon and I still haven’t heard anything from Sofie. I’ve been cooped up in my office waiting patiently for her all week, just hoping that she would come—like she said she would—but I’ve heard
nothing
.
How long is she going to keep this up? How long is she going to make me wait for her? Does she think this is some sort of game where the person who holds out the longest is the winner? That’s stupid and childish.
I’m not going to wait forever.
Yes, you will.
I slam my hand into the top of my desk, ignoring the shock of pain that rifles up my arm as a result. It lets out a loud crack, but I don’t even care. I don’t care about anything else right now. I’ve never been so frustrated as I am now. Frustrated with Sofie, and frustrated with myself.
Of course I know that I’ll wait forever for her if there’s even a glimmer of a chance that she’ll come around. I’ve been a mess for her ever since the day she ran out on me. I’ve been acting out to try and cover up the pain and anger I felt towards myself—and I’ve been doing a miserable job at it.
None of the other girls I’ve been with could ever compare to Sofie. The connection between the two of us is magical and ethereal. It’s not something that you can just share with anyone else. It’s not even something that you can
build
with anyone else. It’s either there or it’s not. And with Sofie, it’s most definitely there.
Suddenly, there’s movement in my pants. My cock shifts to life, stretching and tightening my pants around it.
Visions of Sofie dance through my head. Her brown hair falling softly along her neck, framing those sensitive places just beneath her ears. Closing my eyes, I can almost imagine the taste of her neck on my lips. I can almost feel the way she would quiver against me whenever I would kiss her there.
My cock is fully erect. It strains against my pants, demanding to be set free, demanding that I feed its hunger. There haven’t been any other women since that night I saw Sofie in the club. I haven’t even been able to
think
about any other women. It’s the longest my cock has gone without being sated in as far back as I can remember, and now it has awakened to collect what it is due.
At the back of my office is a door into my private bathroom, complete with a sauna shower. I crank the hot water as high as it will go and before long the room is filling with thick, cloudy steam.
I breathe deeply and let the heat flow through my nostrils and down into my lungs. The sticky warmth wraps around me, reminding me of the way Sofie’s wet body used to do whenever we fucked.
My cock gives another lurch in my pants, snapping me from my fantasy and reminding me that it needs attention.
It doesn’t take long before the first trickle of sweat rolls down my cheek. I discard my clothes into a heap in the corner and step fully into the shower. The scalding water stings at first but it doesn’t take long for me to settle into it.
My cock is erect and massive. I close my eyes and wrap my fingers around its base. It’s been a while since I’ve pleasured myself—there’s never been a shortage of women to take care of that kind of thing for me. But right now I can’t think about anyone other than Sofie. I can’t even imagine myself being with anyone other than her. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. And I don’t care.
The memory of our first time flashes in my head.
I was down in Charleston on business, and it was an unusually hot summer night. The work week had been long and arduous and by Friday night the only thing I wanted to do was have a drink and blow off some steam. I found a little Irish pub named Tommy Condons that had some live music and a heavy-handed bartender. That was where I’d first seen her, sitting at the other end of the bar looking horribly out of place. She was looking real hot, and I was in the mood for some fun.
“Are you Michael?” she asked, when I approached her.
My eyes narrowed and I gave her one of my trademarked cocky smirks. In my younger days, that cocky smirk worked even better than it does now.
“Is that who you want me to be?” I asked, playfully.
She got an embarrassed look on her face and I knew that I’d hit the jackpot. She was going to be an easy score. Maybe buy her a drink or two, turn on a little bit of my charm, and before long we should be back in my hotel room, fucking like animals.
I slid onto the stool next to her.
“I’m Calvin,” I said, holding my hand out to her. “But you can pretend I’m Michael if that means I can buy you a drink…”
Her brow creased and she looked caught off guard by my forwardness. Then she shook herself and placed her hand in mine.
“I’m sorry, I’m new at this,” she said. “I can’t believe I agreed to go on a blind date. I’m never very good at these kinds of things.”
A blind date? Clearly if the man is going to make such a beautiful creature wait then he doesn’t deserve her in the first place.
I gripped her hand firmly in mine. Her skin was soft and delicate. I pulled her just a little closer, and she didn’t try to pull away.
“And what should I call the pretty girl on the blind date?” I asked.
She gave me a flustered look, raising her fingertips to her forehead and giving herself a little shake. Perhaps she was embarrassed that she didn’t introduce herself after I did. But all I could focus on in that moment was the way her face lit up when she smiled.
“Sofie,” she said. “Sorry, I’m all a mess. I never do these kinds of things. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
“Well, Sofie, how about we start by you telling me what you’re drinking, and we’ll go from there.”
She gave me a bashful but thankful look that I’ll never forget. It made me feel important. It made me feel good.
“Vodka tonic,” she said, putting her trust in me.
The whole night was going to be down hill after that. I was going to buy her a few drinks, share some laughs, and we were going to have some fun. The same scenario had played out many times before—by the next morning she would be another notch in my belt.
Or at least that’s what I had thought…
But everything I’d thought I’d known about Sofie at first sight turned out to be wrong. How could I have known at the time that she wasn’t going to be just another fling? At that point in my life, that’s all women had ever been to me. None of them had ever meant anything more than a night or two of cheap fun.
Until her.
I pull harder on my cock as the memories of that first night come flooding back to me. Tension builds along the entire length of my shaft, solidifying itself on the tip where I so desperately need release. My desire wants to burst out of me—it
needs
to be freed.
But I don’t let it. I bring myself right to the point of climax and then back off. I’m enjoying the walk down memory lane too much to let it end yet.
That night hadn’t gone anything like I’d expected.
We talked about her life and what she had going on in Charleston—which wasn’t much. But what surprised me the most was that, when she asked questions about me, I actually wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to impress her. And not just in the way that I would normally impress a girl that I wanted to hook up with—I wanted her to really see me for who I was, for my goals and my dreams, and the things I wanted to do in my life. I wanted her to know that I was a guy that could look out for her and take care of her.
I’m still not sure what made me feel that way. Maybe it was the look in her face. Maybe it was the way she seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. Maybe it was a million little things that I’ll never know about. But what I do know is that, before her, I’d never actually given a shit about what someone thought about me.
We bantered back and forth for a few hours. Her actual date—Michael—never showed up. But by the time she realized it, she didn’t seem to mind all that much. I could see in her eye that she also knew we were sharing something special that night. Neither of us would have wanted that to be interrupted by something so annoying as the actual person she was supposed to be on a date with showing up.
My gut tightens and I can feel the orgasm coming on. It’s going to erupt. It’s going to be big.
Not yet. I’m not ready to lose this fantasy.
“So do you live around here?” I asked, when we finally left the pub.
I wasn’t ready for the night to end. But even after only talking to her for a short while I knew I had to approach the situation delicately. I didn’t want to scare her off by being too forward.
“It’s not far,” she said. Her smile had a disarming quality to it. “My car is parked just around the corner…”
The lingering tone in her voice was all of the invitation that I needed.
“Are you in a hurry to get home?”
The corner of her lip tugged wider before her eyes narrowed in serious consideration.
“It’s not too late, maybe there’s something we could do,” she said, finally.
I cocked an eyebrow, giving her that playful look.
“
Something?
” I said, suggestively. She gave me a sideways smile—sheepish, yet still in control of herself. “What did you have in mind?”
“Let’s go for a walk down the Waterfront. It’s a beautiful night.”
It wasn’t what I’d been thinking. Not even close. But it appealed to me in a way that I didn’t expect.
“I’d like that,” I said.
And it wasn’t a line. It had been the truth. A simple truth. A surprising truth.
We walked down Cumberland street and turned right on Concord. We made our way down to Waterfront park before ending up on a tiny sidewalk that traced around the park in front of the harbor. A cool breeze rolled off the water, putting a little nip in the air and dulling the heat from earlier in the day.
The light of the moon glinting off the harbor was magical. At some point, Sofie looped her arm through mine and pulled herself close to me. The feel of her touching me was electric. It sent a jolt of energy rushing up my arm, through my chest, and straight into my core. I had never felt anything like that with another girl. In fact, I had never had
any
feeling that could compare to that.
We came to a stop on a terrace overlooking the harbor and she leaned into me as we took in the beauty of the evening. When she rested her head on my shoulder it felt like everything else in the world ceased to exist. Looking back on it, that was when I knew that I was done.
I can’t hold the tide back any longer. The tip of my cock tightens until it feels like it’s going to explode. My abs tighten and my asscheeks clench together as the orgasm rushes through me.
And then I erupt.
The orgasm is huge. My cum streams out in long white jets. It’s so overpowering that I nearly lose my balance. I slam my free hand against the tile wall, forced to steady myself so I don’t fall over.
“Holy fuck!” I grunt between heavy breaths.
When it’s over I feel completely emptied out. It was one of the biggest orgasms I’ve had in a long time—and it was all because of Sofie. Even if she isn’t here in person to help me out, my memories of her are so vivid that they’re nearly good enough.
Of course, there’s no substitute for the real thing…
I angle the shower-head toward the mess I made and watch as it sticks to the tile and then slowly snakes its way toward the drain. My thoughts fade back into the past as I once again lose myself in the fantasy.
That moment on the harbor had been the best moment of my life. Even still, years later, there hasn’t been anything that compares to it. It had been the first time that I’d understood what it might be like to truly care for someone else. It had been the first time I actually understood what all those cheesy love stories mean when they say,
when you find the one, you’ll know
.
