An Innocent Obsession
An Innocent Obsession
Ziggy's in my apartment by eight in the morning-way too soon to be civil to her. She's disappointed she can't tell me her tale right off because I'm too drowsy. Instead, she curls up next to me on top of my covers and falls asleep.
"You smell like sex," she says when we open our eyes again. She's fingering my hair and I swear I can feel that touch electrify every follicle on my head.
"I should," I say.
"Humm," her eyebrows arch with interest, as her soft palm reaches to caress my face. She smells like apricots while I carry the redolence of two men. "You going to tell me, or keep me in the dark?"
"A guy in the skyscrapers ordered cigars from Henry. Turns out he knows Rico, and wanted my ass last night. They took me at the same time."
"Hey, you don't fool around." I can see she's impressed.
"Surprised me, too."
"And your new friend? You've got some magic in your eyes."
"Never met a man as beautiful or sexy. If you felt my crotch right now it would wet from just the thought of him."
"And he took your ass?"
"Best fuck yet."
"I'm sure not getting that." She looks at me thoughtfully wondering. "Could he be your secret pal."
"Oh, please no."
"But he could be."
"He wouldn't be that sleazy. Besides, it makes so sense. The notes don't mean anything."
"Going to see him again, you think?"
I don't want to answer that question, thinking that if I do, it will jinx the prospect of another meeting. Fact is, I'm doubtful. Back to my theory of great looking guys not having relationships-particularly with women like me-I don't want to entertain a lot of fantasy that's only bound to disappoint. I shrug for Ziggy, and draw her closer, my lips meeting hers for something tiny and sensuous. Then, I pull out of bed and move lethargically to the mirror to comb out the rat of tangles, which have taken over my hair.
"I got another note."
"Really?" she says, looking luxuriously like a tramp from the twenties. Her bobbed red hair shimmies when she moves her head, while her lithe body floats. She wears a chartreuse silk chemise, a gold band around her forehead, and lots of black make-up on her green eyes. Though there's not a trace of blush on her pale cheeks, just the natural pink of her skin. "Suppose you don't want sex now," she says, trying to lure me back into bed.
"Humm," I turn around exposing my naked cunt for her and my jubilant breasts-all of which she admires because she thinks her slight form is inadequate. I don't think so at all. "I would, but I have promises to keep this morning."
"Saturday? What a shame," she registers her disappointment with a pout. Seeing her expression, I'm almost ready to give up my plans and spend my day with her. The prospect of rejoining her in bed is more pleasant than a run in the park with Joseph.
"No, hon," I finally sigh. "My stockbroker wins this time."
"So then, you'll fuck him? Does it ever end with you?"
"We never fuck after exercising. But Joseph thinks we need to do more than screw, so we've made this Saturday arrangement."
"How long has this been going on?"
"The second week."
"You might not actually be serious about him?"
"I think he's worried."
"About the notes."
"You told him?"
"I've told them all. Alan, Joseph, Henry." I think again. "But not Rico. He'd just blow it off."
"Maybe he's the one."
I shake my head exasperated with the thought.
"He could never plan anything like that. Besides, I've decided that it's just some innocent admirer I'm working with, who doesn't have a clue how to get to first base with a woman. Let him have his fun. It's not going to rattle me."
"It already has."
"But not if I believe the fellow's harmless. And that's exactly what I've decided." I say this with more conviction that I really feel.