When it came down to it, though, I was always a man of steadiness and worked hard to allow myself the time for partying. My parts manufacturing business had been my whole life and up until I sold it, I’d really never imagined I would do anything else. Now that I had all the money I could ever ask for and nothing to fill my time with, I spent more and more time partying, which had me way off my normal equilibrium.
“You’re really cute,” Kendra said seductively. “I’m glad we ran into each other.”
“Thanks. I only live a few miles from here. How was your night at Avalon so far?”
“It was such a drag. My boyfriend left me there after we fought.”
“You have a boyfriend?” I asked with an eye raised.
“Not anymore,” she replied as she leaned in to kiss me.
If I had been a man looking for a girlfriend, Kendra’s situation wouldn’t have been ideal. Fortunately, I wasn’t a man looking for a girlfriend, at least not on that evening. I needed a nice girl’s company for the night and Kendra fit the bill just fine. I didn’t need to talk to someone, and I certainly wasn’t looking for a long-term commitment.
I leaned in to kiss her – partly just because I really didn’t want to talk about her love life and partly because I needed a little primer before bringing her to bed. This girl was obviously eager to get back at her ex-boyfriend, and I was more than happy to oblige her with an evening of fun.
When we burst through the doors to my house, I had my shirt half unbuttoned and my body still throbbed with desire. Kendra’s hands made quick work of unbuttoning my pants as we kissed and we finished undressing each other on the way to the bedroom.
Her lips pressed roughly against me and her hand moved forcefully up and down my body when we reach the bed. She wanted me so badly that she probably would have taken me without any protection, but that wasn’t how I rolled. As much as I loved a good one-night stand, I always used protection.
“Just a second, babe,” I said as I reached into the side drawer.
“Your house is so big. You are so big. I can’t wait to have you,” she said as her hands started to play with her breasts.
It was obvious this girl was a wild one. I watched her as she grabbed herself and moved in front of me. She reminded me a bit of a woman who worked on a pole for a living, but I wasn’t about to ask her if that was what she did.
“Those are some beautiful breasts you have there.”
“Oh, I know. I just got them a few months ago. Do you like?”
“Yep,” I said as my mouth wrapped around one of them and I pressed her back onto the bed.
There needed to be less talking and more action. I didn’t invite this girl to my house to have a long, thoughtful conversation. I invited her to screw her – and that was exactly what we were going to do.
I let my tongue tease her nipple for a little bit while I unwrapped my condom and slid it over me. There was no need for a long evening of teasing; this girl was obviously primed and ready to go.
Our bodies moved together in a furry of thrusts and moans as we both let out the sexual tensions built up inside of us. It was a relief to have a woman who seemed so readily accepting of the one-night stand option. Most of the women I brought home really seemed like they wanted to move things into a relationship era as they talked about their lifelong goals and dreams before we made love.
Not Kendra, though; she and I had barely spoken a few sentences to each other before she was ready to fall into bed with me. I wasn’t judging her; it was a fun night for me, just not something that was going to go past that evening.
By three o’clock in the morning, Kendra was dressed and we were out front waiting for the Uber I had ordered for her. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me before sliding into the black leather seat of the vehicle.
“Thanks for a fun night,” she said and blew me a kiss.
There was no need to respond. I simply waved her goodbye as the car pulled out of my driveway. A sigh of relief came over me, and I made my way back to my bedroom and into my extra-large shower. The rainforest showerhead was pounding my back with warm water in less than five minutes, and I was fast asleep shortly after that.
There wasn’t anything better than one-night stands. I had a fun evening of sex with no consequences and was still back to sleep in a reasonable amount of time. I didn’t have to buy the girl presents, meet her parents, or make compromises on where we should go for boring dates.
Of course, there was a downside to dating women with no intention of moving a relationship forward.
The emotional connection of a real dating relationship could be very mutually beneficial. I was eager to give it a try again with Dating the Rich. Even if I just found some stable women to go out on dates with, it would give me the opportunity to practice my real-life dating skills. I hadn’t really
dated since I was in my early twenties. I didn’t call what I did with the women from clubs dating; it was more like primal need fulfillment.
Chapter Three
Delilah
“What are some good interests I have?”