Summoning my courage, I wrap the blanket tightly around my shoulders and then get up and stride to the closet. Once there, I pull out my turquoise kimono and slide the silk over my shoulders before belting the robe tightly. It covers me, but there’s still a shadowy vee between my breasts and a silky length of thigh remains exposed.
“So,” I say, with a bit more confidence. “You’re Sam, right? I think I met you at Pepper’s party a while ago.”
He grins.
“I remember you too, Jessa. It’s funny that we know each other’s names because we didn’t really meet meet from my recollection.”
I blush.
“Yes, but Pepper’s spoken about you in the past,” I say hastily. “Because you’re her husband Rob’s partner at work and all.”
He nods thoughtfully.
“I’ve heard about you too,” he says in a mild tone. “From Pepper and Rob both.”
I stare at him. What? Has my friend been talking me up as a potential date to this handsome man? But he merely grins.
“So are we good here?”
My heart sinks. Oh my god, he’s going to leave now. After all, why wouldn’t he? Obviously, there’s no emergency. I’m healthy, hearty, and a bit too horny, that’s all. I wonder how he’s going to write up this incident, and flames dance across my cheeks again. I’m just about to say something when suddenly, the radio at his hip goes off, startling us both.
“Sam,” a deep voice says, “How is it up there? Is everything good?”
Sam takes a deep breath and lifts the radio to his lips. “Yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine, Rob. It was just a false alarm. I’ll be down in a few.” He replaces the radio at his hip and lets out an amused chuckle. “I should get going.”
No, no, no. I can’t lose him again. He starts walking toward his go bag, sitting forgotten by the door.
“Oh, and by the way,” he says, turning toward me. “Next time, make sure to keep your phone turned off when you’re playing around with that thing.” He gestures to the dildo, still lying on the couch. I blush because the toy’s huge and gleaming under the light, still wet from my fluids.
I go fire-engine red, but something feisty comes over me, and I sass him back. “Even if there’s a chance you might be the one to break down my door again?”
He merely grins, flashing even white teeth.
“Especially then. Who knows what would happen if I find you like that again?” He adjusts his already perfect uniform and winks at me. “You have a good night, Jessa.”
And just like that, he walks out of my apartment again, without even giving me his number. The door swings shut behind his broad back, and I stand there, paralyzed for a moment. Did that just happen? Then, I lean against the wall and slide down to my knees. Holy smokes. This has been an unbelievable night and adrenaline is still racing through my veins. My cheeks feel like fire, and my body goes hot and cold at once. Yet despite all the excitement, what good came out of this? I’m no closer to getting to know the handsome Sam Nelson than before.
That’s when I notice a roll of gauze on the floor. The white cylinder must have slipped out of his bag at some point and dropped soundlessly to the carpet.
I crawl over and pick it up. I stare at it for a few seconds, and then a wicked grin spreads across my face. Surely, Sam will need this back, and soon. It could be important. In fact, I should head to hospital myself to make sure he gets it back safe and sound. After all, the gorgeous EMT has already done so much for me, and it’s only right to pay it forward.
6
Sam
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The next morning, I wake up with the stiffest erection I’ve ever had in my life. Memories of Jessa flit about in my mind and I groan while grasping the rod and stroking up and down. That red hair. That lush, pink pussy. The dirty squelching sounds as her toy went in and out, combined with her lusty screams. Fuck, it’s too much and within minutes, I’m letting go. Hot gusts of cream paint my abs, and I’m left panting and breathless, doused in my own fluids.
But that’s what happens after an encounter with the beautiful Jessa Miller. Never mind that I didn’t even touch her. The mere image of the busty redhead is enough, and I groan once more before pulling on some sweats. I’ve got to work this woman out of my system, and quickly, I jam my sneakers on for a quick run. Then, I step out into the cool morning air and start jogging down the street.
Music pounds in my ears as I begin to race, but even thrash metal can’t keep the redhead from my thoughts. It doesn’t make any sense: I’ve seen her, all of her, but I still want more. When I think of the way the silk robe looked draped across her skin, or the incredibly erotic vision of her legs spread open, I want to go back in time and worship those curves the way she deserves.