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Big Girls Don’t Cry Part Twenty-four

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“Slow Hands”

I am standing at the edge of a cliff; my feet skid slightly on the rocks as I watch a few small pebbles tumble over the side. My heart is pounding in my ears making my head feel stuffed with the noise of my beats thump thump, thumpthumpthump. Thump. My breath is coming in jagged pulls as my lungs try to suck in every bit of air as if it’s going to be my last. The wind is tugging at me trying to pull me over the edge into the nothingness. I look down and see that I am only wearing my lacy black panties and a light blue tank top.

The desire to jump is so strong I feel myself leaning forward into it. I look around and see nothing but the dark grey clouds, boiling and rolling over each other as if in anger, sweeping past me so fast I feel like I’m on fast forward. There are a few trees jutting out from the edge of the cliff at odd angles as though they are defying gravity. Suddenly I am overcome by the need, the absolute need, to jump. I bend my knees slightly, inhale deeply and launch myself out into the void. My arms spread out as if I have wings, my whole body tense as I soar through the air like a bullet.

The air is screaming in my ears as I fall, simultaneously pushing and pulling, trying to save me while driving me down faster and faster. I am desperately trying to breathe and at first I can’t seem to remember how to do it. Then, as if a faucet is turned on full blast, I remember how and gulp the air greedily. It is sweet. It smells like coffee. Hazelnut coffee to be exact. Why does the air smell like coffee? I blink and shake my head. The cloud is whispering in my ear tickling, making me giggle. I want to keep falling but I am being pulled up slowly then more quickly as my name is whispered again and again. “Annie.” I moan softly and try to turn away from the sound. “Annie, wake up.”

And just like that I feel myself fall into being awake. I blink for a moment not sure where I am. As my eyes focus, I see Ray smiling down at me. He leans down and gives me a soft sweet kiss that makes me tingle everywhere. “Good morning beautiful. That must have been some dream you were having. I called your name for two minutes before you even started to stir.” He has a large cup of coffee, steam swirling off the top and sets it down on the night stand. I smile up at him and touch his arm. I want to make sure I’m not still dreaming. “Good morning handsome. I had the craziest dream. I almost didn’t want to wake up from it.”

It’s been a couple of months since the girl’s night out and the dance club. We have been together since then. Not sure what to call it really but I am trying not to over think it and just enjoy each moment. I usually drive to him as it is easier because of his hours and for the most part I don’t mind. The drive down always helps me clear my head. Michael has become a distant memory now and it doesn’t hurt quite so much when I think about him. I told Sara I threw away his letter but I hid it in my underwear drawer. I only read it occasionally and each time it gets easier. It is a test for me. I must move on, I know this. Ray makes me happy and it scares the shit out of me honestly. I don’t want to get hurt again. He seems to be into me but I still have my guard up. High alert I suppose. I have gotten good at hiding my fear.

I rub my eyes and yawn giving him a lopsided grin. He always looks so damn sexy in the morning. I start to feel tingly. Ray gives me that look, the one that gets me every time. He is wearing dark blue boxer briefs and I just want to touch him everywhere. He pulls the covers back until I am completely exposed to him. The only thing standing between us is my light blue tank top and lacy black panties. He slowly climbs onto the bed and straddles me making sure that he doesn’t put all his weight on me. I reach up and touch his chest. The heat rising from him sends electricity through my fingertips. Grabbing my hands, he kisses my palms and pushes my arms up over my head. Slow hands make their way to my tank top and slide it up exposing me. The cold air hits and immediately my nipples are rock hard. His hands are warm as they explore every part of my body. His lips brush across my belly making my stomach tight and my insides flutter.

A moan escapes and I arch my back in respond to his touch. Fingertips slip under the top of my lacy panties and he slides them to my ankles planting soft, wet kisses on my stomach and thighs as he slips them off my feet. I try to pull him up to me. I feel the need to kiss him, to feel him on me, in me now. I tug at his boxer briefs and Ray pushes me back down and I sink into the pillow. “I have no plans on stopping any time soon so just relax babe, let me take my time.” I lose myself in his kisses, his hands, the way he makes my body feel.

There is an animalistic nature to the way he is touching me as if he marking me with his scent somehow. When I can’t contain myself any longer I slide down and pull him up to me. I wrap my legs around him so that we are skin to skin. I can feel his muscles tighten as his body reacts to my touch. My hands grab onto his shoulders as he slides into me. I feel like I am flying again. I can feel his mouth on my ear, his breathe hot against my neck. My heart is beating like a drum in my ears and I feel like I am falling. I let it take me over the edge again and again. Right now, I am not afraid. I feel wanted and desired. I let that feeling take me back down into my dreams. I feel Ray kiss my forehead and pull the covers back over me tucking me in.

Big Girls Don’t Cry Part Twenty-Three

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“Girl’s Night”

“Wait, wait. Are you kidding me? Please say you’re kidding me.” Sara is looking at me with disbelief while I sip on my drink trying not to laugh. I smile and say, “So are you mad that we didn’t have sex or that he made a point of telling me that we weren’t going to have sex?” Sara starts her retort but I am saved by Katy who walks up and slides into the booth next to me. I give her a smirk and say, “girl you have perfect timing.” Katy waves for our waiter and looks from me to Sara and back again. “Ok what’d I miss?”

I met Katy during my very embarrassing trip to Vegas where she saved me from making a complete fool of myself, well almost. We’ve been great friends ever since. She is total firecracker with light red hair, green eyes and an infectious smile. Tonight she is wearing 4 inch heels on her short 5’0” frame and tight jeans that show off her luscious curves and a low cut top that gives just a peek of her ample chest. I lean down and look at her shoes. “Umm first things first, I thought you were banned from ever wearing heels again after our last outing.”

She flips me and Sara the middle finger and growls, “fuck you” under her breath. “That was one time! Fuck you weren’t supposed to remember that. Ok so it was several times that night and to be fair they were new shoes.” We are laughing at her and she throws her lemon at me. “Fuckers”. Did I mention she has a potty mouth? “What are you bitches talking about?” The waiter brings us a round of shots which gives me a little time to stall. “Annie was just telling me about how her second date with Patrick ended with them in the shower where he told her he was not going to have sex with her. And she stayed in the shower!” I lick the fleshy part of my thumb and shake some salt on it. “Just because there wasn’t penetration doesn’t mean that we didn’t have sex.” I give them both the stink eye and shoot my tequila back. As I am sucking on my lemon Maria walks up.

“Hola!” She grabs the last shot on the tray and shoots it down and then slides in next to Sara. “Who isn’t having sex? I could hear you chicas from the bar.” I look around and thankfully there are not too many people in the bar area yet. “No one is having sex with Annie at the moment. And not for a lacking of trying.” Sara passes Maria a lemon and introduces herself and Katy. “Si! Annie has told me so much about you both. Ahora vayamos a los detalles! I want to know everything.” She is larger than life and Sara and Katy seem to be as enamored with her as much as I was when I first met her.

“Sara seems to think the best way to get over Michael is to sleep with every guy I meet. I can’t help that I still think about him from time to time. I miss him. Even if he smashed my heart into pieces.” I wave the waiter over so I don’t get him stuck in my head again. Fuck. Every time I think I am over him I get sucked back in again by some stupid memory. I order another round of shots. “For the record Annie, I don’t want you to sleep with every guy you date just anyone who will get that asshole out of your head!” Sara gives me that smile that I know so well. That tough love look.

I start telling the girls over drinks what happened with Patrick during our last date. “Leading me into the shower he washed the paint off me going slowly over every inch and then took baby oil splashing my whole body making me very slippery. He kept telling me he wanted to explore every part of me. We kissed under the shower the hot water running down between us. I was getting pretty worked up and I asked perhaps demanded that we take it to the next level. That is when he told me that he wasn’t going to have sex with me. Said he wanted to make it special that I was special to him. I have to admit I had to keep from snorting laughter cause all I was thinking was I want to be bent over and….oops sorry TMI I know.” Maria who has been sitting quietly pipes up now. “Oh Dios Mio!! Chica I am so glad you didn’t fall for that mierda! He is always so full of shit. That man gets more ass than a toilet seat.”

Sara smiles, “Maria I think I love you!” Maria winks, “girl I would rock your world.” The blush starts at Sara’s chest and goes all the way up to the top of her head. For the first time Sara is speechless. Katy looks at Maria. “You’re a lesbian? I mean shit of course you’re a lesbian you’re freakin gorgeous!” Of course the waiter decides at that moment to make his appearance and he has a shit eating grin on his face. We all bust out laughing. “Whatever you’re thinking just stop because this is not a porno dude, this is real life.” Katy is smiling while she says this but I swear the look on his face told us he had a whole scene laid out in his head.

The drinks are flowing throughout dinner and I finally admit to myself that I can’t hold it in and I will have to break the seal. I stand up and Katy volunteers to come with me. “After all we know what happens to you when you are unsupervised in a bar bathroom.” Sara and Maria are too busy talking about their significant others to even notice us leaving. ‘You know I never really said thank you for that night but seriously thank you for saving me from doing something stupid.” We’re in the bathroom waiting our turn and Katy looks at me. “This is going to sound weird but did all that blue paint freak you out?” My mouth curves into a smile and I wiggle my eyebrows. “All I kept thinking was oh shit I am going to turn into Smurfette and that kept me on edge. For as smooth as Patrick was I am glad we didn’t doing anything hard core. Dang that sounds bad.” Katy gives me a lopsided grin, “nope not at all. Guys can have sex with lots of women and everyone thinks they are the shit but if a girl has lots of sex she’s a slut. It’s that stupid double standard. I say fuck that. You have sex with whoever you want and whenever you want.” We bust out laughing and head back to the table.

After dinner we walk down the block to this local bar where Maria knows the owner. The place is packed and the music is pumping. I immediately hit the dance floor where I get lost in the music. I can feel it pulsing through my body and I close my eyes and dive down into the beats. The girls join me after a few minutes and we are all dancing together and laughing like fools. For the moment Michael is far from my thoughts. Suddenly the spotlight shines on me. I look toward the DJ booth and see the bouncer waving me up. My heart starts pounding in my chest as I walk toward the booth. I get that familiar pull in my belly. I immediately start smiling when I see that gorgeous smile that belongs to my favorite Taiwanese/Sicilian DJ. We don’t speak for a moment. He grabs me and pulls me in tightly against him and leans in close whispering in my ear. It sends chills down my back and leaves my panties moist. It’s going to be a good night.