I don’t like letting people down.
Turning on my phone’s internet, I navigate to the cable company’s website. There’s a live chat option.
I click the chat now button, and a message flashes on the screen.
Your advisor will be with you in 16 minutes.
Okay, that’s better.
As I wait, I run my hands over Rusty’s ears. He whines and looks up at me, mouth open in a smile.
Lately, when he looks at me like that, it’s like he’s silently telling me he wishes we had company. Of course, I’d never share these thoughts with anybody else, but lately, the feeling has been returning to me. It’s like he’s asking why there isn’t a woman here, or kids, or a life worth living.
I’m glad the not-so-little guy can’t speak.
Otherwise, I’d have to explain there’s a darkness in me, something that stops me from feeling it, whatever the hell it is when it comes to women. Whenever I’ve dated – which hasn’t been for a few years now – I’ve never felt a connection to any woman.
I’ve never felt my world shake.
I’ve never felt the need, the bone-deep desire, that would drive me to pursue a life with a woman.
Laughing darkly, I shake my head.
Maybe being alone for this long has made me a little bit insane. As if Rusty really is wondering why I’m alone when it’s been that way for six years, and he’s always seemed happy.
No, I’m projecting. I’m thinking too much.
This is what happens when a man like me, a man used to moving forward constantly in sports and business, has to sit still.
The chat screen finally flashes.
The advisor’s photo appears, along with her name.
Rachel.
My heart thumps, and the room feels like it’s spinning. My manhood gets hard, ridiculously fast, faster than it ever has, as my chest twitches with all the things I’d like to do to this woman.
No, need to do.
Not just grab her, not just fuck her. But hold her, just hold her close.
Run my hands through her hair. Kiss her tenderly as she shivers in my arms.
What the hell is happening to me?
The photo is of her standing outside what looks like a theater, a soft smile on her lips. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is long, brown, and flowing down her shoulders. Her body is curvy in the best way, her breasts and her hips accentuated in her jeans and a casual T-shirt.
If anybody else’s photo had appeared, I’d think the cable company was trying to seem more human and approachable by letting their advisors upload their own photos.
But with Rachel, I’m moving the phone closer to my eyes, staring hard, as if I can dispel the hunger rising inside of me.
I need her. I’m not sure how I know that or where it comes from, but it’s the truth.
This woman, this stranger, she belongs to me.
She’s the woman I’ve been waiting for.
Hello, valued customer! My name is Rachel. How can I help you today?
I swallow, trying to push away the crazed thoughts rushing around my mind. There’s no way I can want to be with this woman. I want to possess every single inch of her when I’ve only laid eyes on her picture.
My eyes return to the youthful innocence of her flushed cheeks, the glinting brightness in her eyes, and her curvaceous body… I groan, my heart picks up even more speed, and the tip of my inflamed manhood pushes against my shorts.
Looking down, I see that I’m fully rock-solid. The fabric of my shorts pitch upward as my cock twitches, the head outlined clearly in the material, like any second I’m going to erupt.
I’ve never felt anything like this. A few minutes ago, I was reflecting on how no woman has ever made me feel it.
Is this it?
I want to tell her how I feel. Text, I need you, and I need every single part of you. I need those shyly smiling lips, wide juicy thighs, and that innocent red blush on your full cheeks.
But I can’t write that or anything close to that. Hell, she’d call her boss and never speak to me again, not that we’ve had a proper conversation yet.
My internet has dropped, I type. I’m using my mobile data at the moment.
I’m very sorry about that, sir, she replies. If you can give me a few details, I’ll see if I can get this sorted out.
She asks for my account number, full name, and address. I type it all in, my hands trembling, making it difficult to hit the right letters.
All I can think about is how badly I want to possess this woman, how hungrily I want to draw her into my arms and crush her lips with mine.
It should be impossible to feel this way so suddenly.
But it’s happening. I can’t deny it.
Excellent, thank you. Give me a few moments while I put this into the system.