The Quest (4 page)

              “What?”

              “You know pointy. Are your nails nice and pointy?”

              “No!”

              “You should sharpen them,” he typed, “then you could register them as lethal weapons.”

              Lethal weapons? Who has pointy nails? This little guy has a nail fetish. Eww. With that last request, I logged off. I blamed it on technical difficulties. I wasn’t answering nail fetish questions and I wasn’t registering them as weapons. It was weird and stupid. Very stupid! Why did he ask if my nails were long and pointy? No one does that! It’s not like I’m gonna be giving him any back scratches anytime soon or ever for that matter. I only agreed to be his friend and nothing more. It’s not my fault he showed up with flowers and a fine wine expecting more. Suddenly I had a chill run down my spine and cause me to shake all over. A very creepy chill. I looked down at my nails noticing they were pretty and painted hot pink. Maybe he saw them when I snatched the wine from his little hands. Maybe I scratched him when I did. Maybe I’m worrying about nothing and he was just making odd conversation. The little man was beginning to make me question why I felt the need to be mean to him. I had to remind myself I’m really not a mean girl. He’s just weird. And he asks weird questions, weird nail fetish questions.

              I convinced myself after the second glass of fine wine I stole off the little man, that I was actually being very nice by logging off and not responding to his weird questions. Yup after the second glass I was convinced I was quite a catch and not a mean girl after all. The new dating scene I had suddenly thrown myself into was rather earth shattering for me. I preferred to date the old fashion way, like bump into a guy on the street or a supermarket, coffee shop even. Online shopping for a man like I did my shoes was not a lot of fun. And just like my shoe shopping, they never fit right when I got them. So you can understand my frustration dealing with this little man. The guy that grazed the coffee shop wasn’t the caliber man I would find online. No, that guy was your one in a million never meet again kinda guy. Yeah, I should have stuck around and sparked up conversation with him. I was quickly thinking it was my loss for not.

              Hindsight’s a bitch when you’re lonely. And I was definitely feeling Mr. Lonely making his presence now. The Dude literally shows up when I least expect it. Yeah, he has a right to live here. He moved in a long time ago. I just forget sometimes that he’s here until he reminds me. But trust me I don’t want to date him. He’s not at all my type.

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I
t’s early spring in Providence. Winter is finally coming to an end. Everything is blooming: the trees, the flowers, the green grass, my allergies, but not my love. No, I’m without love right now. A dry spell they call it. It’s been a while. I try to keep busy and just not think about it. I’ve picked up new hobbies to help consume my time as well. I run a lot now that the weather is nice, hit the gym quite frequently, and I’ve started a painting hobby painting large cloth canvases. I’ve grown to love painting on rainy days especially. It’s a peaceful thing to do with the window open and a glass of sweet wine by my side. I don't plan what I’m going to paint; no I just let the natural artistic juices flow as if I am some famous painter or something. Oh, my paintings don't look as pretty as theirs, they kind of look artistic, lopsided sort-of, and very much loved. The kind of love only an artist’s mother would love. But it’s creative and it keeps my mind off of Mr. Lonely. He doesn’t do the painting thing very well. When I pick up the paint brush he cowardly runs away.

              Today, I’ve made my way twice to the local coffee shop hoping to cross paths with the handsome coifed man that bought my coffee before, but no luck. I figure if I could stop by every day it would better my chances of bumping into him again. Today was not my lucky day though and the buzz from sipping two coffees was now sitting high with me. Yes, I had skipped my evening wine and went straight for the coffee latte in hopes my Prince would show up again. While stalking out the joint my fingers began to get a little shaky and a headache was appearing behind my right temple, so I gave up and trekked back home.

              “I so got to get a life,” I scolded myself as I walked as if it mattered that anyone was around to hear me. My life stalking a coffee shop, creepy little men, living without Radley and experiencing his surprise kissing visits, life on the crazy dating websites, and the life of finding creative outlets was so not the life I was wanting to be living. I wanted to be knee-deep in a home somewhere surrounded by little feet and tiny toes with a loving man by my side. I wanted to be changing diapers and wiping spit off little faces. I missed snuggle time too and the need to feel the touch of a man. I wanted to feel desired again and the thought of not having someone was overwhelming me. I needed a sweet romp on my couch under a fuzzy blanket with someone that I couldn’t get enough of. Why was this so hard for me to have? And tiny toes. I was due to have my fair share of tiny toes tiptoeing around on my pristine wooden floors.

              My frustration turned to want, turned to longing, turned to anger. I popped a few aspirins in hopes to rescue my head from the sea of worry and suffering it knew all too well before a headache took over. But the brush had power. Thankfully within a few strokes I was back to getting lost in the colors and the shapes they were creating. No longer muddling in my mess. Where was I? Trying to be an artist.

Chapter Three

Girl Gone Naughty

Y
ou know that feeling when you slip off your panties knowing you’re fixing to do something naughty? Something you probably shouldn’t? Yeah, me too. Mine couldn’t come off fast enough. We were on the phone, I trying my best to sound sensual, raspy, and whispery, he no doubt was sounding deep throated and sexy. He had demands; the panties off was the first of them. Ooh, he had me squirming under my sheets with the sound of his voice! He had thoughts running rapid in his head, pouring off his lips like a swift steady stream of water. I was just trying my best not to drown because I couldn’t keep up with them all. I held the phone tight between my ear and shoulder dropping it in-between demands until it became awkward. Then duh, I switched to a loud speaker phone mode trying to keep the pace he was setting. He was no doubt much further along with his desire than I. He had done this before, I had not. Well, not really. Once I had phone sex with Radley but it was awful. Biggest mistake I had ever made. Radley, of course, thought it was fantastic but what did he know. His words alone made me cringe but not in a good manner. No, unfortunately as sexy and desirable as I found him to be, he sounded creepy and perverted.

              I was enthralled to be on the phone with this guy. Why? He made it fun and exciting mixing my giggles with his sexy voice and adding pictures that didn’t gross me out. They were tasteful and suggestive leaving my weary lonely mind to want to see more. Yeah, I giggled a lot! But I also whispered a lot and I thought my raspy whispering would outweigh my nervous giggles. I’m an amateur at this sort of thing but he didn’t seem to pick up that I was. He never skipped a beat with his instructions. He was clear and precise with what he wanted. That was really nice. Finally, a man that knew what he wanted from me.

              “Come lie beside me.”

              “Wish.”

              “Me too. Pretend.”

              “Okay.”

              “What are you wearing?”

              “A wife beater and a thong.”

              “What color thong?”

              “Pink.”

              “Take them off.”

              “Off? What?” I giggled, of course, while I slipped my hands under my covers and slipped them off my body. I tossed them on the floor like a good girl.”

              “And the tank too, I want you naked.”

              “Seriously?”

              “Yes, baby, seriously.”

              “Hold on…”

              “Are you naked now?” he asked.

              His voice was melting me. Please keep talking I whispered in my mind. Your voice is driving me wild! I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.

              “Yes.”

              “Mmm…Good. I’m naked too.”

              “You are?”

              “Yes, always. That’s how I sleep.”

              “What are you doing?” I asked.

              “Thinking of you and relaxing.”

              “Am I keeping you up?”

              “Yes, in many ways.”

              The exhale from his breath made my butterfly open one eye. “I’m sorry.”

              “You wanna keep me up?” he asked.

              “Only if we can find something to do.
”
Gosh, he sounded so good and when he would exhale I would inhale imagining the feel of his breath upon my lips.

              “Any recommendations?”

              “Open for suggestions.”

              “Hmm… something warm, wet.
”

              He didn’t waste any time going there. “And then?”

              “Plowing.”

              “Not sure I’ve heard of that term. As in a field?
”
I laughed. He doesn’t know I’m a farm girl!

              “Umm…no. What’s your favorite?”

              “Favorite?
”
Trying to play innocent. I was beginning to love this game.

              “Yes, position…as in sex.”

              “Oh, I have a few…”

              “What are they?”

              “But I like to try new ones too…” I said hesitantly like I have sex all the time. Not.

              “Tell me them.”

              His breathing was deep. As deep as his voice. I couldn’t help but think he was already in the middle of something very personal. “What are you doing?”

              “Bulging.”

              “Umm, large? Endowed?”

              “Yeah…uh huh.
”

              “Master of it?”

              “Not at the moment. Trying to wait. Send me a pic.”

              “A pic?”

              “Yes of you lying there. I want to see you.”

              “Hmm…okay. Umm…hang on.” I fumbled with my phone to switch the mode to speaker to exit out of the call while hoping I didn’t hang up on the guy and switched over to camera mode. I snapped a few uneasy shots, kept the best one, and deleted the others. I felt a little embarrassed when I clicked the send button on my phone.

              “Beautiful.”

              “Thank you.”

              “Come over.”

              “I wish you weren’t so far away.”

              “Yeah, me too.”

              “I could use your arms around me right now…touching me…deep kisses,” I added.

              “Mmm…are you lonely?” he asked.

              “Always.
”
Of course, I was. And yes I seemed to have been for quite a long time now. I was ready for a man in my life and was desperately needing one. This guy had me second guessing why I was alone. I loved the feel of a man. I missed their touch. I craved it. Why was I on the phone? I should be snuggled up with some fine handsome man instead of whispering in a Monroe voice that has even me snickering!

              “I can fix that.”

              “I wonder what our first meet would be like.”

              “And? Any thoughts?”

              “Lots of scenarios run through my mind.”

              “Like what?”

              “Umm…maybe we would meet in a movie theater. I’ve never made out in a theater before. I would really like to do that.” I was now thinking of a bucket list I had made with fun things to do with a man in my life. When you are a young girl you think of all the wedding stuff: What your gown would look like, where you would get married, what your husband would look like, and you even have it set in your mind how many kids you are going to have: two boys and a girl, a big dog named King and a cat named Fluffers. When you are old like me you just think of all the places you haven’t had sex yet and you make a bucket list to hopefully get to mark off before you die. I was now sharing my bucket list hoping I could start marking those items off. Funny, phone sex was on there. Check!

              “Sounds like fun.”

              “I also want to go to a little jazzy bar and play under the table to the sound of a sax.” My voice moved to sultry and sexy, “My hands in the zipper of your pants.”

              “Mmm…what would you be wearing?”

              “I’d wear a slinky black dress with a black string thong underneath.”

              “They’d be in the way.”

              “I’d slip off to the bathroom, remove them, return to the table, and slip them into your pants pocket.”

              “Would they be wet?” he asked.

              “Of course.
”
He got the picture I was painting. Nice play.

              “The room would be dark. We would be in a corner somewhere.”             

              “The mood would be sultry…the air hot and humid…”

              “My fingers would find you in the dark,” he assured me.

              “They’d be hidden by the tablecloth, though. No one would know.”

              “It wouldn’t matter if they did. You would be sitting on my lap because someone would have stolen your chair.”

              “You naughty boy! Good one…very good.
”
The laughter broke the sensual voices in the air.

              “You feel that?”

              “Feel what?” All I could feel was my heart beat pounding a mile a minute and my butterflies taking turns on the stripper pole.

              “Feel the bulge you’re sitting on. Slide a little to the left.”

              Oh, he was back to business. This was fun! Now where were we? Oh yeah, in the corner, me sitting on his lap feeling something rock hard beneath me. How could I forget?

              “Oh my. Nice. Really nice.”

              “The cab ride would be intense,” he continued.

              “Lip biting…aching…too slow for us.”

              “The elevator ride would be annoying.”

              “Anxious…stopping at every floor…people getting on and off
…
No privacy.”

              “We’d step off before it reached our floor…”

              “And we’d take the stairs…” I added, “But we would barely make it the two flights up for the distractions of your lips upon me. I’d tell you to wait…we are almost there…you wouldn’t want to. You'd be aggressive.”

              “Wait
…
Tell me what I’d do to you on the stairs
…
What would you want?”

              “Nothing. I’d slip off my heels and run the last flight breathless with you chasing me.”

              “You’re trying to kill me…”

              “No, you’re in good shape remember!” The laughter was back. His deep chuckle sent chills down my spine wishing I was on those stairs.

              “I capture you before we reach the last step and pin you against the stair rail.”

              “Mmm… then what?
”
I wanted to know.

              “The excitement almost sends you flying over it! I catch you by the waist before you fall.”

              “OMG!”

              “Joking! Haha! You’re breathless but you’re begging me to touch you.”

              “Nah.”

              “What? What do you mean nah?”

              “No. Not begging and you’re not giving me a choice. Your hands are all over me.”

              “Your eyes are begging then.” He chuckled.

              “My eyes do have a way of wooing. Shame on them. But you’re out of breath from running the stairs.”

              “And as you. You have beautiful eyes by the way.”

              “Thank you. The stairwell is bright, well lit. We can hear doors open and close above us and below us. Footsteps on the stairs above us and below us continuing to making our heart race and our moans silent. They keep interrupting, so rude of them. We breathe deep into each other so not to be heard. Oh no!”

              “What?”

              “We have a serious problem.”

              “Nothing we can’t fix.”

              “My fingers can’t seem to unbutton the button on your pants.”

              “Yes, that is a problem. Let me help you.”

              “The ripped off button flies out of your hands and lands on the steps below us the sound echoing through the stairwell.”

              “We watch it land. I move down a step, lowering the straps of your dress off your shoulder and exposing your breasts to me. I kiss them as I remind you of how beautiful you are to me.”

              “Very nice touch you have. So you stop there and…”

              “No, I go lower.”

              “On the stairs?”

              “Yes, on the stairs I go even lower as I kneel before you tasting your sweet milky skin with my tongue. You made it easy for me to explore by removing your undies earlier remember?

              “Oh yeah, I did do that huh?” I giggled.

              “You should know better than to tease me!”

              “You’re such a beast!”

              “Ruthless.”

              “Animal!”

              “Ravishing!”

              “Wait…we hear voices.” Adding to the drama.

              “Nope, not stopping. Let them watch.”

              “Oh boy!”

              “I definitely don’t stop instead I silence your moans with the palm of my hand. You bite my hand when I leave you hanging on the edge of an almost orgasm.”