Desperate Thoughts: The Gift (8 page)

Just as she found herself thinking of something other than sex, Victoria thought she spotted Eli walking toward her. She watched as he turned and headed toward the library. She wasn’t sure it was him, because he was not wearing glasses. His hair was also a little different and he carried himself with a lot more confidence than the Eli she knew, albeit briefly. Yet, in the face, it sure looked like him. Rising up from the bench, she rushed to catch up to him.

He wore shorts and a polo shirt and as she closed the gap between them, Victoria studied his body and was almost convinced that it was Eli. A college student approached him and called him Ethan. Victoria stopped, confused, and eyed them strangely as they stood laughing and talking. She took a few steps toward them and moved directly behind a tree, just behind them, listening. The student said, "Dude, you cut your hair, what the hell?"

"Yeah I was getting sick of it," Ethan said. When Victoria heard his voice, she was sure that it was the person she knew as Eli. The one she had almost given herself to completely. Suddenly feeling sick, she listened more intently as they continued.

"I can’t believe we’re graduating in a few months," the student said.

When she heard this, Victoria had to hold herself back from grabbing him. He was a senior, not an innocent freshman. She thought,
What else had he lied to me about
?

Ethan said, "Yeah I know, dude. I, uh, have to go. Got to get to work." Then he took off toward the library, and Victoria followed close behind him.

Inside the library, Victoria watched as Ethan walked behind the counter and into a back room. Moments later, he returned to the lobby and took a seat behind a desk. After waiting a moment, she approached and stood before him as he typed into the computer. When he sensed a person standing there, Ethan asked without looking, "Can I help you?"

She didn’t say a word and stood waiting for him to look at her. He glanced up, frowning, and began, "What can—" he stopped when he saw her and his face went white. She looked at him with a blank expression. "Hi Eli…or should I call you Ethan?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t come up with anything.

Glaring at him, she loudly said, "You really thought this disguise would work? You thought I’d never come back here and recognize you?"

He glanced around and found several students and other employees staring at them. Rushing from behind the desk, he leaned in close to her and whispered, "Can we—"

She interrupted, not attempting to keep her voice down at all. "Wait, you must think you’re Clark Kent…just remove your glasses and no one will know it’s you…Ethan!"

Looking at her apologetically, he pleaded softly, "Victoria, can we talk about this later?"

"No, we can’t."

He glanced around the room to see people still staring at them. After motioning to her with his head, he rushed toward the steps. She narrowed her eyes and didn’t move, watching him incredulously. He turned and saw that she was not following him, so he waved her over impatiently. After rolling her eyes, she headed toward him and he began climbing the steps.

Victoria followed Ethan down a long hallway on the second floor of the building. He walked to the end of the hall, opened a door to a small room containing stacks of books and went through the door. She watched from outside the room as he headed to the window. He stood, looking out to the courtyard and facing away from her. After letting out a long sigh, she followed him in and closed the door. He turned toward her slowly preparing for the worst. "Victoria, my name is Ethan. I can explain, I, uh…"

"And you’re a senior. You little shit. I can’t believe— and who’s Eli? I saw your ID and it looked just like you."

"My brother." He placed his hand on her forearm and gave her a sad look.

Pulling her arm away, she shot back, "Do you always go around impersonating your brother?"

"No, I did only so I could meet you. I knew what type of guy you were looking for so—"

"And that’s why you cut your hair?"

He nodded and looked at her desperately. "I saw you a few weeks ago and I followed you. I listened while you interviewed those freshmen. I knew what you needed to hear to invite them home and…I’d do it again. I would." She just glared at him as he continued, "I watched from outside your fence as you…I watched what you did to them. I wanted to be them. I had to feel your lips on me."

"You spied on me. You’re a—"

"I’ve got to know," he interrupted. "Why are you doing this with all these guys? Why?"

"Why do you care?"

"You're gorgeous. I want to know everything about you."

After looking away from him, she paused, then returned to his hopeful sad face. "Oh shit," she said before closing her eyes and exhaling deeply. When she opened them, her anger melted away a little and she began, "In a weird way I’m trying to honor David. He told me this story about a woman who gave him confidence when he desperately needed it by reaching out to him sexually. He wanted me to go on with my life. I couldn’t, but I found that this…this was something I could do."

She looked at him now, not angry at all, but instead just desperate for someone to understand her. Appearing to be almost on the verge of tears, he said, "I want to be with you. Let me."

"But everything about you is a lie!"

"I had to meet you. I wanted to be who you were looking for. I couldn’t stop thinking about you since I first saw you. And once I spoke to you, I knew I needed to have you."

She turned away from him, and he put a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t pull away and a tear fell from her eye. As Ethan touched her, they felt the connection— they felt that something powerful was still between them. Her pulse quickened, Ethan could barely breathe. They sensed that familiar heat boiling up inside them. Leaning close to her neck, he whispered, "I think this is why David gave you that gift. He wanted you to find me. This was no accident. This is fate."

She turned to him and slapped him. Grabbing her, he pulled her close and kissed her. She could feel his bulging cock against her stomach. Pulling away, she slipped down to the floor.

"I want to be inside of you. I need to fuck you," he said.

Shaking her head, she looked up to him. "I’ll never let you. Ever."

He sighed as he rubbed his forehead and stared up to the ceiling. Staring at his crotch, her eyes locked on his huge bulge. She exhaled deeply then reached up, unbuttoned his shorts, and pulled them to his knees. He wanted to say no, but could not form the words. Taking hold of the waistband, she pulled his boxer briefs down. His nearly hard penis flopped out, and she eyed it hungrily. She devoured his cock in one quick motion, and his mouth fell open as he gasped. She sucked him hard and fast as he gazed down to her shaking his head in disbelief.

After groaning in pleasure, he gently touched her cheek. "I want to be inside you now."

After letting his cock slip from her mouth, she looked up to him and shook her head no. She lifted his cock to his belly then pressed her tongue just under the head and slowly ran it down the whole length of him. He narrowed his eyes as she sucked on the tender skin at the base of his shaft. God it felt good. His heart raced as she began stroking his cock while she licked his balls. After sucking one into her mouth for a moment, she pulled away and let his cock fall toward her face. She studied it, still not believing how much it was like David’s.

Narrowing her eyes, she wrapped her lips around the head and ran her tongue over the slit. She sucked at it hard and moaned when a drop of pre-cum slipped into her mouth. Moving her head toward him, she swallowed half his length, and held still there for a moment, caught up in the intense feeling of his thick cock throbbing inside her mouth. She slowly pulled away, then moved back toward him, then picked up the pace, sucking, slurping and working him with her tongue.

Reaching down to touch her face, he tried to gently coax her mouth off of him. She swatted his hand away and sucked him deeper into her mouth. Leaning his head back, he said softly, "No. Don’t."

She sucked him even faster. Returning to look at her, their eyes met. She paused a moment and nodded yes.

"Let me put it inside of you," he pleaded.

After shaking her head slightly, she worked her mouth over him faster and harder. She wanted him to finish. Running a finger to his ass, she traced it around gently.

"Oh, fuck…No…don’t," he said, but he did nothing really to keep her from him. Placing her finger against his hole, she pressed lightly. He gasped; nothing would stop him from coming now. She felt his cock swell larger and almost gagged when she took too much of him to the back of her throat. Easing him out of her mouth, she sucked on only the head, and he groaned. She pressed harder on his backside, and it was over. He nearly screamed as he exploded deep down her throat.

Pulling her mouth off him slowly, she wiped her lips as she looked up at him, panting. She stood and glanced down to his familiar cock while fighting back tears. Turning, she wiped her eyes and rushed out of the room, leaving him exhausted and slumped against the wall with his heart pounding.

Ethan parked in his car outside Victoria’s house at just after midnight. While watching the house for thirty minutes, he contemplated his next move. He knew that Victoria wanted him and he didn’t believe it was only because of his remarkable similarity to her lost husband. He saw her only a few times through the windows as she made her way from the living room to the bedroom then back again about ten minutes later. After slumping over the steering wheel for a moment, he sighed and got out of the car. He walked to the door, knocked, and waited. Victoria looked through the sidelight glass, spotted him, and shook her head with a sad no.

"I have to see you," he yelled through the glass.

"Go away."

"I can make you happy again. I can. This was meant to be."

"No, this can’t happen." Shaking her head again, she walked away from the door.

After thinking for a moment, he rushed around to the back of the house. He jumped to reach the top of the high fence then struggled to get his body to the ridge. He teetered at the top for a moment then slipped as he went over and landed with a loud thump in the grass. After shaking off the pain, he headed to the patio door. From inside the house, Victoria turned and saw him there, but made no attempt to run. She wore the same short sexy robe that he’d seen her in before. Sliding open the unlocked door, he stepped in. "You know you want this to happen."

He walked slowly to her and gazed into her eyes. "I was put here to have sex with you. David would have wanted it. When he told you to go on with your life, this is what he wanted for you. This is what he meant."

Pulling her to him, he squeezed her ass as he kissed her neck. She relented, tossed her head back and let him. He gently sucked on her neck for a moment then pulled back. She straightened her head and they looked deep into each other’s eyes as he opened her robe. He ran his lips down to her breasts then covered a stiff nipple with his mouth and began sucking. Taking it between his teeth, he gently gnawed on it as she moaned. He slid the robe off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. She wore only black lace thong panties. He stood, stepped back and gazed down upon her body breathlessly as he pulled off his shirt and shorts. He tore down his boxers; his hard cock sprang free and pointed right at her. Her eyes locked on his manhood. "No. I won’t let you put it inside me. This is not what David wanted. It’s not what I want!"

"How do you know?"

Turning away from him, she closed her eyes and sighed.

He moved slowly to her, placing his hands on her neck. She shuttered and let out a long slow breath. Felling his erection pressing between the cheeks of her ass, she gasped. "Oh my God…I…"

"What?"

She didn't reply, instead she pressed back against him, feeling his hardness slip lower following the tiny string of her thong until it pressed into her pussy through her completely soaked panties. Her eyes rolled back in her head. "I want to feel…"

"Tell me!" Reaching around her, his hands landed on her breasts and he massaged them gently.

"Oh…" She reached down with one hand slipping her panties to the side and reached back with her other hand taking hold on his erection, pulling it into her until his swollen head was parting her lips. "To feel you insi—"

"Yes." He gasped.

With her mouth open wide, she held perfectly still with his thick cock positioned just inside her entrance. Pressing down on his shaft, she prevented him from slipping into her any further. Her mind was reeling, she wanted him inside her desperately, but could she, should she? Shaking her head, suddenly she moved forward releasing his cock. "No, I can't."

Turning to him, she took his penis in her hands. Looking him in the eye, she moved her lips close to his but didn't kiss him repeating the word no with a silent breath. She placed her lips on his chest and sucked at his flesh for a moment before heading lower trailing kisses down his abdomen.

Grabbing her under the arms, he pulled her up. "No."