10. Jason
My therapy session was another promise of something happening and then it all going astray. I knew that I wanted Abigail, she wanted me, and the kiss just primed me for the rest of the visit. Physical therapy was hands-on, which meant that I got light touches throughout and it made me feel very weird. I wanted to know what was going on, but there was nothing I could do then. She was at work; I was a patient.
“So, are you going to let me come see you tonight? I could bring some wine, have that drink that you weren’t ready for the other night.”
She scoffed and I realized what I was saying, assuming, and implying. I was about to say that I didn’t mean it like that, but let’s be real, that was exactly how I looked at it. “You think that is a good idea?”
I told her that I thought it was a great idea. Abigail wasn’t so sure, and I wasn’t sure how to convince her. It was hard enough for me to figure it out. I wanted her to see that I was willing to go that extra mile. She would see that if she gave it a chance. That was all I needed.
“Alright, but it’s not what you think. It’s just a drink.”
That had me scoffing, but at least I was able to keep it to myself. I was trying my best to hold it in. If she thought nothing would happen, so be it. The truth was though that I couldn’t see. That was a fact. That meant though those other senses had heightened, and I swear I could tell just how ready she was for me. I wouldn’t have sworn to that being the case, but close enough.
“When do you get out of here?”
“Five thirty. Give me an address and I will see you there around seven.”
I liked the fact that she was coming later, and I told her that I would make her some dinner.
“Like a date?”
I agreed that it was a date. I was under no false assumption that it was anything but that. I didn’t want to be her friend, get to know her. I wanted to have her in my arms. It had been months since I’d wanted a woman there, and I knew that it had to be Abigail.
“Alright, I will see you at seven.”
I rejoiced internally and left out of there on a cloud. I didn’t know what it was about Abigail, but she was starting to make me feel like anything was possible. After slipping into wondering if anything was at all, it was good to get confirmation. Abigail changed the way I saw everything. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t wish that I’d been blown up like my eyes.
Kyle wasat the house when Abigail got there later. I told him to beat it, but he stuck around until he could figure out who she was and all the rest. I wanted her to be there with just me. I had a very real idea of what was going to happen, and it didn’t include my friend there. He wanted to make sure that she wasn’t a dog, his words, and I knew better. I had kissed her, touched her, been with her for hours. She was beautiful and I didn’t need his intake of breath, or the change that he made in his tone. He liked her and it was clear as day to me.
Abigail wasn’t expecting someone else. She was a good sport about it, but there was definitely a weirdness in the air. I wanted to tell her I was sorry that he was slobbering all over her, but it wasn’t something I could say while Kyle was here.
“Smells good, Jason.”
He wanted me to invite him to dinner. He wanted Abigail and the last thing I was going to do was help that at all. I wasn’t like Abigail, I wasn’t going to try and set her up with one of my friends. I wanted her and he couldn’t have her. It was just that simple.
“Didn’t make enough, sorry, Kyle. I will see you later.”
I wasn’t watching my words, but I guess he got the hint. He said his goodbyes to Abigail, might as well have given her his number right in front of me. He flirted with her, and Abigail ignored him, but she was affected. She didn’t say as much, but once he was gone, she breathed out a sigh of relief.
“What?”
“He is too much, your friend.”
I told her that I questioned if he was my friend at all. “He sure isn’t acting like my friend.”
“He was right though.”
My mind raced with what she was talking about. What was right? Why did it feel like there was no telling? I was losing myself in the moment and before too long, I had to ask what she meant.
“That it smells good.”
I relaxed, why did she have me up and down so much? I was definitely feeling some sort of way. “Well, there is plenty.”
She giggled and said that I was bad. I liked it when she called me that. I wasn’t, I knew that, but I liked the label. It made it easier to work on what I really wanted. “Let me take your coat.”
Abigail handed it to me, and I noted out loud that her perfume had changed.
“Do you like it?” She wanted to know. I couldn’t lie. I said that I did. “I’m glad. I worried more about the perfume than I did the dress.”
“I will get to know the dress good as well.”
Abigail gasped, and I loved the soft sounds that she thought she was hiding. It was nice for her to tell me that she had worn it for me. There was something about the confession that really got to me. When I thought about it some more, I couldn’t help the feeling that I wanted to touch it. I asked her to describe it to me instead.
“It’s black and hugs to my body, coming down to mid-thigh.”
I moved closer and asked her to tell me about the top. I brushed my fingers on the top hem and she shivered under my fingertips. I could tell that it was plunging, and the material was so thin. I could feel the goosebumps she got when I touched her. It let me know that I was on the right track. I’d turned the stove off because I knew that I was going to be focused on something that wasn’t edible. Abigail was the target; she was the prize. I couldn’t help how badly I wanted her. My hands were shaking as she moved her pert tits into my hand. I stopped, she pushed harder into my hand, and I knew that she had made the decision for the both of us.
She moaned softly as I touched her, and it was in that moment that I knew we weren’t going to make it to dinner. I was decidedly ready for something more to happen, but it wasn’t the heavy knock on the door that I’d expected. I thought it would be different, subtle, better timed.
I cursed under my breath and Abigail asked what was going on. She was so into the kiss that I don’t think she heard the knocking. I kissed her again, loving that she had gotten so worked up, but the knocking got through both of our heads this time. “Who is that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe they will go away,” I said, hoping that it was true. I didn’t want to stop what I was doing. That was the very last thing that I wanted to do. The knocking got more incessant though and I didn’t have a choice. I growled under my breath.
“Police!”
That made me curse again and pull away from Abigail. I couldn’t wait for them to go. The cops likely knew I was there, and they weren’t going to leave until they found out why I wasn’t answering. They had told me the story that they would find out who had had attacked me and then they would come back, and I would help prosecute. I didn’t know that it would be right now. It was the evening; didn’t they have normal hours?
“I will be right back,” I promised Abigail. I moved toward the door and pulled it open. “Yeah?”
It was the detective from the other night by the name of James. He seemed to think that it was a good time to talk about the case. In my opinion, it wasn’t. I tried to tell him as much, but he was already inside and then he stopped. I could tell the moment he saw Abigail and what he thought of her. Spoiler alert, he liked what he saw.
“Wow.”
That was what he said, and I didn’t know what to say to that. I finally said something about having a guest over, so it likely wouldn’t be the best time. I didn’t know what I was thinking really, but I knew that I wanted that guy to leave. Yes, I wanted the one that did it to get arrested and to be prosecuted and all of that, but that “wow” really got to me. We had been in the middle of our own wow and this guy was stopping all of this from happening.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” the detective asked. I knew what he was getting at. James just wanted to be around Abigail a little longer. Considering that was how I felt about her, it wasn’t hard to see how special she was.
Abigail moved beside me as I motioned to her, and I introduced them. I didn’t have too much to say to James. I wanted him to take off, but instead he made it clear he was sticking around for a while. Abigail said something about having to go and I wanted her to stay, but I didn’t know how to get her to stay. I wanted to ring the asshole’s neck that had made her leave. He was ruining my night far more than he could ever realize.
Abigail left and she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I wanted to get her to stay, but it was time for her to go, and I knew that it had to do with the detective. For someone that was trying to figure things out, he really didn’t have much to do with that.
“So, who was that?” The detective wanted to know as soon as Abigail was out of the room. I sighed loudly and asked him what he was doing here.
“You just cost me big time, James. Tell me you have something to make it worth it.”
James scoffed, “Not worth that woman, sorry.”
I figured as much and told him that I was waiting for what was going to happen next. Whatever he was going to tell me, I had to agree. Whatever it was, it wasn’t worth what I was going to miss out on because of it. It felt like I was being victimized all over again.
The next timeI went into the meeting with Abigail, I was so excited for what was going to happen. I wanted to go out with her again and knew that I would be asking her when I met with her later. I was early to my appointment, but that was okay. I was good at finding little things to do, no matter what was going on. I wanted to be there waiting for her when Abigail came in. She was not there when I arrived, the door was still locked, so I took that as a sign. I was taking everything as a sign. It was in my power to do it, and I was sure that things were going to be different this time around. No one was going to interrupt us this time.
“What do you have in your hand?”
I jumped because I hadn’t heard her come up. She was right in front of me, and I realized that I had been thinking about her too much. It was embarrassing, even more so if she knew that she was who I was thinking of and why I was so messed up. It was all because of her.
“I brought you some dinner from last night. You ran out of there so fast that you didn’t even get to try my paella.” I pushed the container out and she thanked me, taking it out of my hands. I waited for her to unlock the door and then I asked her if I could kiss her. We were alone, wouldn’t be for long and so help me all I wanted to do was kiss her. I needed to feel that submission again. I knew that I wanted her, and she wanted me. I wanted to make the most of it and I really was trying the best that I could.
“It really did smell amazing, Jason. You are amazing.”
I scoffed, “You would have said something different if you had stuck around. James wasn’t there long, ten or fifteen minutes. I wish he wouldn’t have showed up…” My voice trailed off, and I knew that I was going to embarrass myself if I went any further. I really didn’t know what to say about all of that, I never did.
Abigail sighed and agreed with the sentiment. It made me feel better that at least I wasn’t the only one that was all worked up. I wanted her now and I wanted to set it up now, before another minute went by. I wanted to get her promise with her mouth and her body. Her body’s promise was far more important, or maybe I just needed to get her lips back where I could kiss her. She leaned in and kissed me first, plot twist, and that made it possible for me to justify pushing her up against the door and kissing her until both of us were breathing hard. I was so wrapped up in it, someone else had walked up and I wasn’t worried about that.
“Abigail?” Dana said her name like she was shocked to find her in such a compromising situation. I had my hand up her shirt, and she was feeling damn good. Our lips were locked and then she pulled away. I would have given Dana a dirty look if I thought it was going to help.
I was detached from Abigail, and she said she was going to be right back. I wanted to tell her that it was fine, Dana could leave us to it, but I knew that would be overstepping. I was supposed to let her think that she was in charge. She would be for a little while longer but not after tonight. I knew that once I had her convinced to come out with me tonight, everything that we’d both been waiting for would happen. It was, of course, what I was looking for. I needed her, desperately, and it wasn’t long before I was sitting in the room, waiting on Abigail. I figured that the two women had a bit to talk about. I didn’t mind being part of the conversation. I just wished that there was more to it than that. A lot more.
She came in a few minutes later and she shut the door behind her. Better yet, I heard the lock click and that had my senses all worked up. “What are you doing, Abigail?”
She chuckled and wanted to know what I meant by that. Abigail was playing coy, but I didn’t want that. I wanted answers and to make sure that everything we were saying to each other was right. “We are doing your physical therapy, Jason. That’s what you’re here for.”
I wasn’t there for that much. I hadn’t been for a while, but I was sure that being with her in other ways was going to be just as therapeutic. I needed practice. All those thoughts went out the window when I felt her hand on my shoulder. She had sidetracked me to where I hadn’t known she was that close. Again. It was hard for me to focus when she was breathing up against me.
We started to do a few stretches in my arms, and she didn’t move back once it started. Instead, she was right there, touching me and letting me know that she was going to take care of things. I was all worked up and there was nothing that I could do about it. I was turned on and ready for things to go further. I felt her hands on my chest and I pulled her into my arms. “Are you just planning on teasing me?”
Abigail giggled. “Maybe.”
I groaned and didn’t like the suggestion that she was able to say no to me and us. That wasn’t at all what I wanted to hear. I held her against me tighter, taking one of her tits into my teeth and grazing the sharp edge against her nipples. She moaned again and I swear that was my very favorite sound that she made. I never wanted it to end.
“That’s not very nice.”
She wiggled in my arms, and I sucked a tip in. I was still going over the clothes, but she didn’t have anything on underneath. After a moment, I lifted the shirt up, as well as her bra, and took the whole bit of her into my mouth. I heard her moan, and I knew that it was far better than I could have imagined. I had played it out in my head, what it would be like to make love to a woman when I couldn’t see. I tried to play it out and feel it, but I never could. Now though, I think that it was something I was going to have to experience firsthand.
“Stop, oh my God, Jason. You have to stop!”
She didn’t want me to stop, even though she was repeating herself. She even pushed me away and it took me a minute to realize I had to quit. Abigail was breathing hard, and she took a step back. “I didn’t realize that was going to go there.”
I couldn’t see her, of course, but I knew that she was pulling herself together. She was buttoning up her shirt because she had a long day ahead of her. I wanted to make the most of our time together. I assured her that I didn’t need any physical therapy, but Abigail denied me what I wanted. She instead told me why I didn’t need anything else from her but therapy to feel better.
“Are you really going to make me wait until this evening?” I asked incredulously. I was so hard, in need, and I would have done anything to have her.
“Who said that I was going to do anything with you this evening?”
I was presuming, of course. I was ready to do anything if that meant that she was in my arms. There was something about the way that she made me feel indestructible and that was saying something because a few months ago I was seriously wondering what the point of it all was. It was confusing and there was never a better time than now.
“You have to come over. We have unfinished business.”
“I can’t promise anything.”
I sighed and told her that I would have to do what I could here in her office.
I hadn’t meant it as a bad thing, but once she pointed out that I was threatening her, I could see why she would think that.
“Just tell me you will come by later and I will be able to get it off of my mind.”
She agreed and I was happy to see that she wasn’t even hesitating. I didn’t hear a waver in her tone at all. I pulled her in, sure I was able to rub my hard length against her. It was a bit crass, this way I reacted around her, but now, things were different. I was going to have her underneath me in just a little while. It was planned and there was no getting out of that.
Abigail moved back and we finished the session, but there was no more touching. I think for different reasons, neither one of us really wanted to go there again. I myself didn’t feel like I could handle a round two with her, not right now if I couldn’t bury myself inside of her. No matter how hard I tried, Abigail was just as elusive as she was in the beginning.