True Bliss (6 page)

Kate the dork for the win!

He stands at the end of the bed, his eyes full of hunger as he roams my naked body. From the tips of my toes, he slowly rakes his eyes over me...the curve of my hips, the dip of my waist, my heavy aching breasts as they rise and fall quickly...the eroticism of the moment engulfing me. I'm panting with need, biting my lip to stop me from begging him to take me.

“God, you're beautiful. You're every man's wet dream. I've dreamed of you like this, naked and waiting for me, wanting me.”

“Fuck,” I moan, lifting my hands up to cup my breasts, my thumbs on each hand rubbing across my hard nipples sending delicious tingles straight down to my wet pussy.

“I plan to, and I'm gonna take my time because you deserve the world, Kate. You deserve everything I have to give you and more.”

“Touch me, I need you to touch me.” I'm begging, but I don't care. My entire body is on fire, and he's the spark that is burning me.

“Try and stop me, Firebird.”

Wait, what?

I shake my head, not wanting to lose the moment.

His large rough hands are all over me. He puts a knee on the bed between my feet as he skims the inside of my calves, gently easing my legs further apart as he moves up my body.

As he dips his head to rain kisses up my thighs, he looks up at me, his eyes ravenous. “You're so fucking beautiful. What did I do to deserve you?”

“So close…” I moan, increasing the pressure on my aching nipples.

“You're so hot. I have to taste you. I have to be inside you.”

“Yes!” I cry out as his tongue swipes my core, stopping at my throbbing clit which is begging for attention.

As if he can read my mind, he moves his fingers up, slowly pushing one, then two inside of me. My pussy is so wet that he easily slips back and forth as his tongue circles my clit before he wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, flicking back and forth. My hips buck up, forcing his fingers deeper into me as I moan loudly, relishing in the growing pressure deep within me dying to be released.

Ring Ring

FUCK! So not the time for the phone to ring. He looks up at me, his eyes all-knowing as he lightly scrapes his teeth over my clit and inserts a third finger deep inside me as my climax takes hold. I buck my hips wildly against him as I come hard and loud. I knew it would be good, but this is beyond any of my wildest fantasies.

Ring Ring

I sit bolt upright in bed. Holy shitballs, Batman! What the hell was that all about?

A sheen of sweat covers my whole body as I struggle to catch my breath. That was, without a doubt, the most erotic dream I've ever had, and with Zander of all people? What the hell!

And he called me firebird? We haven't spent enough time together for him to call me a nickname. And firebird...why does that seem so familiar?

Ring Ring

Fuck, I knew I woke up for a reason.

“Hello,” I answer breathlessly.

“Katelyn Marie. Have you been running?” my mother's warm voice replies soothingly.

“Hey, Mom. Running? No, sorry. I...uh, I just ran to answer the phone, that's all. How are you?” I look over at the clock and see its 8 a.m. Only Mom would ring at the butt crack of dawn on a Sunday morning.

“I'm good. Your father and I are leaving for church soon, but I wanted to call my baby girl first. How is your weekend?”

“It's okay. I worked yesterday morning. Stayed in last night.”

“Oh, darling, I do wish you'd meet a good man soon. You're not getting any younger, you know.”

Great one, Mom. State the fucking obvious.

“I'm not over the hill yet, Mom,” I say deadpan.

“I know, sweetheart, but you need someone that can look after you.”

 “I'm fine, Mom,” I reply with a sigh.

“Sweetheart, there is a man for you somewhere. You never know, you may have already met him and not realized it yet. By the way, has Mark called you this week?” Mark is my eldest brother. Joseph is the middle child, and I'm the baby.

“No, why's that?”

“Him and Felicity are expecting again. Isn't it wonderful?” she exclaims. I can hear the pride beaming down the phone. Yet again, one of my brothers is procreating while I can't even find a man to date more than once. Fantastic. Just what I needed to hear.

“That's awesome, Mom. I'll give them a call later today. I can't believe I'm going to have another niece or nephew,” I answer her, my voice full of fake enthusiasm.

“And by the time you have kids, they'll be able to babysit yours.”

“Mom!” I shake my head, but I can tell by her tone that she's teasing me.

“Alright, well your father says hi, but I have to go. He's walking out the door. I'll talk to you next week, okay?”

“Talk to you then. Bye.” I hang up the phone. She may have just disturbed the hottest dream I've ever had but she's my mom, what can I do.

Last night turned into a one person pity party, but at least there was one small ray of sunshine. Whoever nightdancer23 is, he made me feel a little better about my first internet dating failure.

I lie back down in bed and hug my pillow as I look at the sun streaming in the window.

Maybe I need to be a bit more picky about who I go on dates with from now on, and definitely ask for a recent photo, verified, with a newspaper or something. There is no way that photo Roger sent me was recent. God, he was way out of my age range, and totally not my type.

Why lie on an internet dating site? Surely you realize you're going to get found out, especially if you're going to meet up with someone. And isn't that why you go on a site like Chicago Singles? Well, actually, going by the number of messages I have had with photos of various male appendages-and I mean various-it seems that men have no shame. Big, small, bent, it doesn't matter. If it's a cock, and it's erect, it seems to be open season for selfies. It's like they get a boner and think “Hmm, I should take a photo of this,” Then, while jacking off at their computer-probably to some fucked up, free porn channel-they decide to send said photo to whichever female happens to be online at that time.

But I'll keep trying. You never know, I might be one of the few lucky ones who finds her diamond in the rough, or at least an honest man who doesn't have to show me his penis to get my attention.

Either one.

KATE

“KAATTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEE!” Mac calls out from her bedroom where she has been ensconced with Daniel for the past few hours, and yes, I really should have gone out or something. Instead, I turned the volume up on the movie I was watching to block out the giggles and moans.

“What?” I reply, not bothering to move from my nice, comfy spot on the couch.

“Can you come here for a minute.”

“Sure, but you better be decent. I don't need to see Daniel's weapon of mass impregnation again.”

Yes, you heard that right. I had the most unfortunate, and embarrassing, honor of walking into the apartment after a busy Saturday to find Mac spread out on the coffee table with a kneeling Superman at full attention, plowing into her. Not one of their finest moments, and I've never looked at the coffee table the same way again.

I hear them both laughing. “Don't lie Kate, you liked it,” Daniel pipes up.

I shake my head and grin. “Dude, you're my best friend's baby daddy. I'm not supposed to see your junk.”

“Fair enough. But for your information, you're safe from any indecent exposure,” he replies.

“Oh, alright then. Saves shouting down the house.” I push myself off the couch and pad down to Mac's doorway to find them semi dressed but covered up, though there is no mistaking the 'entertainment' that has been taking place if Mac's mussed up hair and flushed cheeks are anything to go by. 

“God, you guys are like rabbits!” I say, grinning. In Kate speak, what I really mean is I'm so freaking jealous it's insane. All I get are sexy dreams with unattainable dream guys.

Daniel flashes a huge shit-eating grin. “It's not my fault she can't keep her hands off me.”

“Oh stop it. It's these crazy pregnancy hormones.”

“That's not what you said when you stuck your-“

“Anyway...” I say, trying to stop the sex talk.

“Oh yeah,” Mac says, sitting up cross-legged on the tangled sheets after giving Daniel a none too impressed glare. Her cute little baby pot belly clearly poked out from under her tank top now. “Daniel's parents want to meet us for lunch tomorrow and I need you to come with us.”

“Mac, no. It's not my place.”

“Whatever. Since when has it not been your place to support your best friend? And I need you there as a distraction.” She pulls out the puppy dog eyes and bats her lashes at me.  I look over at Daniel and he's smirking at the interaction, but seeing my glare, he holds his hands up in mock surrender. “If it's me you're worried about, Kate, I'd love for you to come. If it means that Mac chills out and reduces the risk of a bathroom freak-out, I'm all for it,” Daniel butts in, ending with a smirk toward Mac.

She shrugs and looks back at me. “He's right, you know.”

I giggle. He's so damn right. Goes to show how perfect Daniel is for Mac.

“Yeah. Damn superhero know-it-alls.” I poke my tongue out at him. “Where and when? I'll be there.”

“Yay” Mac shrieks, jumping up and tackle hugging me into the hallway wall.

“Whoa, dude, are you crying?”

She quickly wipes her eyes, failing to hide the evidence. “No!”

I pull back and look at her with a 'you have got to be shitting me' look.

“Oh alright. Yes. Stupid hormones. I'm like a leaky fucking faucet. All I do is cry. Nobody warns you about this girly shit!”

I quietly laugh while wrapping my arm around her shoulder. “And you've still got four months to go too.”

“Oh, shut up. I need bacon. Lots and lots of bacon. You owe me bacon after that comment.”

I hear Daniel chuckle as we walk away.

I'm going to miss these two when they move.

A little while later, I'm checking my online options once again, when I come across a profile that catches my eye.

Princeinwolfsclothing

I'm 27 years old and looking to meet new people, make new friends, and if I'm lucky enough, find my soul mate. I work hard and play harder. I can be somewhat intimidating at times, but really I'm a softie at heart. Would love to talk to you.

My first thought is that he sounds nice and honest. He admitted a fault in his profile which would normally put people off, but I find it kind of endearing. Looking at his photo, he's got gorgeous wavy brown hair that is longer on top and short on the sides-definitely looks after himself. I bite the bullet and message him.

Fireinthesky24: Hi. I'm Kate and I'm 24. Just wanted to say that I loved your profile and would love to like to chat more if you'd like. To chat that is.

God! How is it that in the salon I can talk my clients' ears off all day and not sound like a nut, but this internet dating thing suddenly makes me sound like the world's biggest goof?

I see Nightdancer23 come online, so I sit there for a good five minutes waiting to see if he's going to message me. Our conversation last night gave me hope that not all men on this site were like Roger-old, wrinkly, and liars.