Egotastic All Stars
Lightning flashed across the night, throwing skyscrapers into silhouette as another torrent of rainwater broke against my coat. I laughed. Gregory and I ran together, our arms intertwined. It felt good. The thunder growled, vibrating through my chest, competing against my own heartbeat as my feet splashed through puddles that drenched and froze my legs.
We reached the steps to my apartment block and took them two at a time until we stood, panting, in the shelter of the doorway. The lights inside looked inviting, promising warmth and refuge from the storm. I smiled at Gregory and fumbled my keycard.
“Helena, this evening’s been…” he gulped air as he took my hand. His skin was warm and coarse. Lightning illuminated the street like a search light. “…great. Really great. I’ve had a really nice time.”
I smiled as I swiped my card. The lock clicked open.
“Can we -” thunder drowned out his words, but I knew what he was asking. Not to come inside. No. Just to see me again. Typical Gregory: sweet, considerate. I had been flirting with him for weeks. When that didn’t work I just plucked up the courage and asked him out myself. I don’t think he ever would have asked me.
I dragged him into the foyer. The door closed behind us, shutting out the noise of the storm and the road, leaving only a hum of fluorescent lights. Relieved, I removed my hood, then stood on tiptoes to press my lips against his before he could object. He tensed for a moment, then I felt him relax as he kissed me back. I closed my eyes until we broke apart.
I smiled. “Wow yourself.”
Rainwater dripped from the hem of his coat, leaving a puddle around his feet. “Well, thank you for -”
“You don’t have to go.”
“I mean, you don’t have to stay, but you don’t have to go either.” He didn’t say anything. “Not if you don’t want to.” I smiled a half smile.
“Are you sure?”
Egotastic All Stars
Gregory followed me into the elevator, an old cage with a concertina door that pulled into place behind us. The button for the fourth floor lit up as I pressed it. I shivered against the cold. Even in the confined space he kept away from me. He had been divorced a year and a half now. Had there been anyone else since? I didn’t think so. What then? He was older – perhaps he was having trouble seeing me as a woman. Oh, god, had he realised I was still a virgin? Was that what made him uncomfortable? I didn’t want him to think I was delicate. I didn’t want him to protect me. I wanted him to fuck me.
“I’m soaked,” he said, and laughed nervously.
The elevator started its creaking ascent. Gregory didn’t meet my eyes.
I hesitated, then unbuttoned my coat. I took it off and dropped it on the floor. My dress was black and sensible. Appropriate for a polite date at a nice little restaurant. It plunged just a little between my breasts, but not too revealing. I pulled the straps off my shoulders and let it fall loose, showing more cleavage. The elevator stopped at my floor.
“What are you…” Gregory hesitated. “Shouldn’t we wait until…” His words died on his lips as I began to remove his coat. I let my hands press against his chest. Even through his suit I could feel firm muscle. “What if someone finds us?”
I shrugged. “Let them.” I removed his tie, his jacket, his shirt, discarding each item on the floor. Then I wriggled out of my dress. His mouth fell open. Black ribbons criss-crossed my belly, attached to the bottom of a lacy, strapless bra. The pink nubs of my nipples showed through the fabric. Playfully, I bit my bottom lip. The ribbons ended above a tiny purple thong. I watched his eyes follow my finger as I traced a line between my breasts, down my abdomen, between my legs.
His chest moved up and down with deep breaths. Then he hastily unbuckled his belt and lifted me against the side of elevator. A bead of sweat made a rivulet down his face. For a moment we stared into each other’s eyes, then he entered me so suddenly it made me gasp. I bit into his shoulder as he fucked me.
Outside the window, lightning flashed across the clouds.