Unrequited Love

Chapter 1

In the dead of the night, I think of you. In my waking moments, you are stuck on my mind. In my dreams, you are my fantastic reality. In customary moments, you occasionally pass through my mind. In between, you are my magical realism. As the thoughts flowed through her mind, she ended her day's entry. Gazing into the ambiance of the peaceful atmosphere, she chose. A girl thought of the one with whom she was hopelessly in love. Someone who, no matter how hard she tried will never give her the time of day. Someone, whose sophisticated presence had her incandescently in love with him. Someone who effortlessly kept her smiling. Someone she could not even if she tried, stop thinking about. The girl closed her journal and allowed the thoughts in her head to linger. With an exasperating sigh, she arose and changed her position. Standing erect, she decided to come to terms with her reality. She will never get him. He will never fall in love with her or even love her as much as she did him. He will never see her the way she saw him. Leaning over the rock hard precipice she stared at the disturbed waters below as it crashed against the jagged rocks, and in an instant, she felt herself falling, flailing in the wind until harmony was made with nature                                                                                  

                                                                                              ****

The alarm went off. With one eye open, Gina rolled over and hit snooze. Oh dammit! I really don't want to get up. At this minute, the hangover began, and she suddenly remembers how her night went. 

It was the department party and she was fraternizing with the new members as she came to grips with her recent breakup. She gave Jackson two years of her life, only to catch him balls deep in a co-worker. Oh well. Whatever. It happens to the best of us.

Moving stealthily around the room, her sights were set on the prominent psychologist, a man in his early 40s. The twenty-eight-year-old Gina figured he could use a little jalapeno in his sauce. As her black hair brushed against her chocolate-colored shoulders, Gina sauntered over to her prey. "A pleasant evening to you," she said this with the beautifully placed coy and flirtatious smile that coated her lips. 

"Good evening to you too," came the reply.

"Enjoying the evening's festivities?"

"Somewhat."

With eyes locked on her prey, Gina realized her work of seduction will not be difficult. Moving closer to his arms, she allowed her firm bra-less bosoms to graze. As she allows for a short linger she looked directly into his eyes. Their eyes locked as similar thoughts passed through both minds. The expression that escaped her prey's face coincided with the wisp of air that left his mouth. Looking at her in a stunned manner, her prey pulled away and hinged closer to the wall. Her stealth movement followed his. With eyes locked on him, she rubbed her right knee against his now obvious protruding crotch. Feeling his erection she leaned more into him and left a soft kiss on his cheek, allowing for immediate hyperventilation. Whispering in his ear "come with me", her prey without a thought followed her. Leading him through the winding corridor of the 12th-floor they arrived at her office. She pulled him in and within an instant, her right hand found his crotch and his hands found her firm bosom. Hoisting her onto the table, he pulled her into him. With her legs wrapped around him, and her dress ruffled, she pulled him into her more, as he slides his dick into her wet, moist pussy. With hard thrusts, he fucked her and she loved it. Turning her back to him, he entered her once more. Her prey began to pull on her hair as the hardness of his dick rubbed against her vaginal walls. Lavishing in the moment, she felt her prey withdrawing as his dick began to shrink. Oh, fuck! She thought. He is cumming. With disappointment, she turned around looking at her prey.

 "Seriously!?" Trying to catch his breath, her prey struggled to say, "I'm sorry. I haven't had sex in months."

Staring at him repugnantly, Gina gathered her things and fixed her disheveled dress. 

"See yourself out." Saying this she slid through her office door without looking back. Re-entering the party, Gina realized that her choice of prey these days is failing, and it's all because of him. As much as she knows what she should do, she doesn't know how to do it.