11. 315 – Sihn
CHAPTER 11
3:15
SIHN
I can’t sleep. This old house creaks and groans. There isn’t a working fan anywhere, and the only room with an air conditioner is Gramps’ room. He said he got rid of the window unit that used to be in my old room because it wasn’t needed anymore since I no longer live here.
Most elderly people collect things. When their time comes to and end, their family has to pilfer through old cardboard boxes full of knickknacks they’ve collected and mail from thirty years ago, but not Gramps. He gets rid of anything he feels he has no use for anymore. There is nearly nothing left of my grandmother here aside from the old pictures attached to the walls.
I begged him to keep Mom’s things, so he did keep some of her things, but not much. In her old room, there are a few boxes of her belongings. Some old photo albums, a few pieces of jewelry, and her old wrestling costume. He donated all of her clothes to a nursing home, and he took the hospital bed to the local dump.
As much as I love that I won’t have to spend days or even months going through what he leaves behind, I sure wish he had kept the air conditioner or a fan. The fan app on my phone is of no use because it’s too damn hot in here. The sound alone will not cut it tonight.
After grabbing a glass of cool tap water, I take a seat at the rustic old kitchen table. It only has three chairs now because when I was twenty, I broke the fourth one in a fit of rage. Mom was gone, and Gramps was not keen on me moving back to River Falls and beginning a career in wrestling.
We argued, and I threw the chair. It hit the wall and busted into several wooden pieces. The next day I attempted to restore it, but sections had splintered and the wood glue didn’t hold up. He says he’s forgiven me for the chair, but I know he hasn’t forgiven me for betraying him and pursuing a professional wrestling career.
I scroll my phone for what feels like hours. When I was seeing Marathon Girl, I deleted all of my dating apps and haven’t reinstalled them since and that was two months ago. Since then I ran into MILF 3 again at Dollar Mart. The 3 stands for how many children she has. Her kids were out of town and we had a quickie at her house, but that was a month ago. My latest conquest has been Mar. I hate to even think of her that way. A conquest. She seems more than that. I want her to be more than that. I haven’t had this much interest in a girl in years. Not since Dorky Darla three years ago, and even then, I just liked that she didn’t expect any more from me than occasional fuck and she wasn’t needy for the most part. When she started talking about babies and marriage, I had to pull the plug.
I cannot quit replaying my night with Mar over and over again in my head. Then she left me. I must have pegged her wrong because she does not seem like the no-strings-attached sex type. For the first time in a long time, I want to get to know a woman.
Without much thought, I open up my messages and send her one.
Me: No chance you’re still awake, but I’m sending this anyway.
Mar: Was there supposed to be more to that message or…
Me: It’s 3:15 and you’re still awake?
Mar: You’re the one messaging me…
Me: Is it okay if I call? I hate texting unless I have to.
Mar: Yeah.
The line rings once, and she picks up, uttering, “Ouch,” into the phone.
“Are you sure it’s an okay time? If you’re busy…”
“Just give me a sec to get out this window,” she huffs.
A clank and thump sound reverberates on her side of the line. What in the hell is she doing? A window?
“Okay, I’m out. So why did you want to call me in the middle of the night? Did your current girl leave you hard and alone?”
Is she referring to my dick right now? I rub the back of my neck and sit up straighter in the chair even though I know she can’t see me. “No. No other girl. I’m at my Gramps’ and can’t sleep.”
“Don’t you have friends?”
“I do, a best friend actually. He usually works late on the weekends.” I’m not sure I’m ready to let her know everything there is about Ruin, yet.
“Okay…”
“Why did you just climb out a window to talk to me? Are you at some guy’s place?” I ask, meaning to be funny, but I’m also curious about the window.
“Well, as you know, I currently live with my parents and they are asleep because it’s after three in the morning, Sihn.”
“I’m sorry. I should let you go. This was a dumb idea.”
“I don’t have anything better to do and apparently I ate too much sugar earlier, so I can’t sleep either.”
I want to say something sly like it’s because you sleep better cuddled next to me , but think better of it. “If you were to win the lottery and make it rich, what’s something you would have that would make you feel like you’ve ‘made it’?”
“I’d have to play the lottery to win, and I don’t.”
“Me either, but hypothetically.”
She’s silent for a bit, so I think I’ve lost her, but then she says, “A closet full of little hand towels.”
I chuckle. “That was not what I thought you would say.”
“What about you then?”
“Right now, I’d buy a fan and possibly a window air conditioner. No, better yet, I’d have someone install some damn central air in this old house of Harvey’s.”
She laughs. “That bad, huh?”
“If it wasn’t so late, I’d go home. Harvey gets up early and I plan to bounce as soon as he’s up. I just want him to know I am leaving so he doesn’t worry.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“I can be nice…”
“Oh, I know that you can be nice.”
I can tell she’s referring to the orgasm I was able to give her. If I’ve learned anything at all over the years it’s that your woman needs to be pleased first and you last. I find more pleasure in bringing her pleasure. Knowing I’m the one who was able to get her there.
She yawns. “I’m gonna need to get some sleep.”
“Who needs sleep?”
“I’d stay on the phone with you longer, but I overestimated how warm it is outside, and currently it’s too hot to be out here on the roof much longer.”
I want to ask her what she’s wearing, but instead, I say, “Goodnight, Mar.”
“Night, Sihn.”
I send her a text after she hangs up.
Me: Meet me at my place at 8 in the morning. We can take a nap together.
Mar never responded to my text. I’ve been home for an hour panic cleaning. I’m not a dirty man, but I don’t generally invite a woman over with such short notice or invite them over during daylight hours at all.
This house isn’t big. Two bedrooms, one bath, a tiny kitchen, a small living area, and a utility room.
All of my dirty clothes are in my clothes hamper. The trash is now outside in the garbage can. My bed is made.
Using the can of air freshener I keep by my toilet, I spray it around the house. To me, it doesn’t smell bad in here, but I don’t know what it might smell like to a woman. There isn’t any time to wash and dry my bedspread, so I lightly spray it with the scent of Amber Woods. Who comes up with the name for these things?
My phone is on the end table in my living room. Still no reply from Mar. She has her read receipts on, so I know she has at least read it. She might have fallen asleep.
I pace around the house, checking to make sure everything is in its place. No dirty dishes in the sink. Porn stashed away. Toilet paper stocked. Beard clippings are cleaned off the sink. I’m searching for a vacuum that I am sure I don’t own when there is a knock at my door.
When I open the door, Mar is panting like she just ran a marathon. Her hair is pinned up, and she’s wearing a plain top with leggings. Fucking black leggings. She looks hot and anxious.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I let her inside.
She clutches a hand to her chest. “Fine. I just fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was already eight, and I panicked. I realized I never messaged you back, so I came as fast as I could.”
I close and lock the door. Calmly, I say, “First, I’m glad at least one of us got some sleep. Second, you could have said you were running late and I would have understood.”
She places a hand on her hip and juts it to the side. “Would you have, though? Or would you have thought I was flaking?”
“I would have taken you at your word.”
“Oh, I would have thought you were flaking had it been the other way around.”
Men do not think the same way as women. “I guess men and women differ that way.”
“I guess.”
“So since you slept already, you probably don’t want to take a nap…”
She smiles a devilish grin. It makes me want to stop her right there and see if she wants this to be more than sex between her and me, but my desire to fuck her in those black leggings causes me to be unable to form my thoughts into words, so instead of talking, I wrap her up in an embrace.
I kiss the top of her head and she asks, “Would you like me to…uh…to go down on you?”
If I wasn’t already hard, her speaking those words would have done the trick. I move so I can see her face when I say, “What in the hell type of question is that? Of course, I want that, but only if you want it, too.”
“Where’s your room?”
By the hand, I lead her down the hall and into my room. It’s furnished with my bed, a three-drawer dresser I use as a nightstand, a desk I never use, and a chair in the corner.
“Stand next to the bed.”
I do as ordered as she drops to her knees in front of me like something out of a porn movie. One of the good porn movies too. One where the girl looks like the girl next door and she isn’t doing it for a show. She seems to really be into it.
She leans forward and licks her lips as she touches the waistband of the sweatpants I have on. I grasp her wrists. “Can I ask for something?”
Her eyes seem to drop and sadden in front of me.
“No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. Quite the opposite. I just would like for you to take your top off while you do it.”
“Oh.” She crosses her arms in front of her and lifts her shirt over her head by the hem. Her hand unsnaps her bra, and it slides slowly down her forearms before she tosses it on the chair in the corner. Her tits are small but perky. The nipples harden in front of my eyes. They are the color of her lips, and I have more time to admire them tonight than I did before.
Her fingertips slip behind the waistband of her leggings, but I stop her by saying, “Leave those on, for now.”
She entertains me by leaving them on and scoots forward to where I am standing. This time I don’t stop her when she slips her hand beneath my pants and pulls them down to the floor. My erection pulses behind the thin fabric of my briefs. There is a small wet spot. Slowly, she moves her hands up my legs. One on either side, beginning at my ankles and moving up, caressing my calf muscles and then my hamstrings before finally removing my briefs. She takes special care to make each touch count. It’s arousing and something I have never experienced before. A woman paying attention to me in the way she expects me to pay to her.
“Do you like it?” she asks.
“But of course.”
“Sit down.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply and take a seat on the edge of my bed.
She uses her hands to move my knees wide apart. Using the palms of her hands she rubs up and down on the tops of my thighs. Her face scrunches and she seems to be concentrating on the small details.
Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles wide before gripping me at my base and lowering her mouth. She licks the tip and then swirls her tongue around and around. My legs involuntarily move.
Slowly, she encompasses the tip then takes more in her mouth. Her hands squeeze and help her move my dick in and out of her beautiful mouth.
“Shit. That’s gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”
She continues without letting up, and I don’t think I can contain it.
“I want to fuck you, but I also want to come in your mouth.” I run a palm down my face. “So fucking good.”
She makes a humming noise that shoots vibrations down my shaft and it sends me straight into euphoria.