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Ch. 6: Brent
It was hot today. There were no clouds in sight, no passing cool breeze and the sun seemed to shine abnormally bright.
I closed my vertical blinds. I hated hot, muggy days. The blinding, bright light made me want to hide in the darkest corner I could find.
I had just arrived back to my spot after taking Giselle home. Internally, I felt bad for what I’d done to her. Actually, I felt bad for what I’d done to her body. Last night, I fucked her like an angry marine hunting and then finding his prey. There was no escape for her and only gratification for me.
She liked it though. I know she liked it. Giselle liked to be dominated and told what to do. Jase might let her run their show, but with me, I was in complete charge.
Just then I noticed a wrinkled, small cloth on the floor, near the wall. Giselle’s panties, I thought as I retrieved them from the floor. I inhaled her intoxicating scent. I wanted her instantly.
I felt strange. I felt unlike myself. Uneasy and dependent. Dependent on Giselle. I needed her body. I wanted her warmth. These floods of emotions were unfamiliar to me. I never felt this way about a woman. Never.
I was unknowingly pacing the floor. My mind needed an explanation for this unknown territory my heart was in. How was she different? Why did she matter to me? I needed to get out.
I grabbed my keys and marched toward my front door. Snatching my keys from the counter, my cell phone buzzed in my pocket. I saw a text message from her,
“Brent, çapa escort I don’t know what I did to deserve that incredible pounding last night but I can’t wait to see you again.”
I knew she liked it. I replied,
“When is your next day off?” I sat on the couch and awaited her reply. I soon received it,
“Not for a couple of days but you are welcomed to come see me whenever you have time.”
I inwardly smiled. Why are you happy about this, I asked myself. I was completely torn over this woman. I played devil’s advocate, attempting to reason with these unfamiliar emotions. Sitting in silence, my mind continued to race. I had to get out of here, quick.
Climbing into my truck, the music from the radio already blaring, I sped out of the parking lot. The rubber from my tires screeching along the pavement as I made my way down the street.
My head felt a little clearer already. How did I get here, I thought. Who is this person I’ve become. Then, I thought maybe I am looking too far into this. Giselle wanted dick, she made that clear. But what else did she want from me?
I turned the corner near the park that Jase and I sometimes played basketball at. I pulled into my usual parking spot that was near the end of the basketball court and shut my truck off. I always kept a basketball or football with me.
I retrieved it from the bed of my truck and headed to the court. I pulled out my phone and sent Jase a text message,
“Let’s istanbul escort hoop. I’m at the park.” I pressed send and dribbled over to the basketball hoop. The court had a few kids at the other end tossing a ball around to each other. One would randomly shoot it into the basket and then continue to dribble and pass it to the next person.
A few people were walking on the half-mile trail that went around the edge of the park. Living this close to a public park was essential for me. I preferred the outdoors other than anywhere else. Something about the natural elements made me feel at ease and peace.
Before long, Jase pulled up. He walked over to me and I threw the ball to him. He threw it back to me and I pulled up from one foot aiming the ball at the basket but not releasing it. Jase jumped in an attempt to keep block the ball. I anticipated that and smiled.
“Man, let’s play!” he said, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the far right side of the court. I ran toward him, did a spin around him to the left and hit the ball off the backboard. Swish! That was my signature move.
After about an hour of competing with each other, Jase and I walked over to the bench near the parking lot and I sat down. We were both drenched in sweat and I was in dire need of a drink. Jase went to his car and grabbed two Gatorade bottles.
I could barely open it fast enough and finished nearly half of its contents in one gulp.
“Woooooo!” I said, trying to catch my breath.
“Slow bağcılar escort down buddy.” Jase said.
“Man, I needed this today.”
“Why? What’s up?” he asked. I swear he had a seventh sense. His sixth sense was one that we shared; the ability to attract gorgeous girls. But he had a seventh sense for knowing when I was going through something difficult.
“It’s Giselle, man.” I admitted. After another swig of his drink, he said,
“What about her?”
“She’s driving me crazy and I don’t know why”. He looked at me with shock all over his face. I anticipated the look on his face too.
“Say it ain’t so!” He exclaimed. An embarrassing smile on his face, “She got you open?”
“Not exactly, but man I’m just trying to figure out what her deal is.”
“What do you mean?” he had a confused look on his face. Now I was really beginning to think it was just me.
“Dude, I know she is dick crazy but like why us?”
“Why not?” Jase said coolly. He was right. Why not us? We knew how to get women to do whatever we wanted them to do. But this was different; we were doing everything she wanted. At least, I was.
“Yeah, you’re right, bro. I don’t know, she’s just different I guess.”
“That she is. I mean, I can’t lie, I’m feeling her and wanting whatever she has to offer but girls like Giselle don’t want anything serious, they just want to have fun.” Now that was the truth. Giselle never made me think she wanted anything serious. Yeah, you are looking too far into this, my conscious confirmed.
We went back onto the court until the lights came on and then we parted ways. As soon as I got back to my place, I got into the shower. Later on, I enjoyed a few cold beers, caught up on some of my favorite television shows, ate and went to bed. Giselle never crossed my mind again.
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