Love Is A Bitch

Chapter 2

  I'm sitting on my couch at 3:52 am thinking about Cassie's beautiful figure. Her luscious curves have been consuming my thoughts for the past hour and a half. I think about what it would be like to have her naked figure beneath me squirming as I please her. Goddamn...

  I pick up my phone from the coffee table and dial Alyssa's number. If there's one problem in my life I can get rid of it's my raging hard-on.

  The phone rings for a minute before I'm greeted by the sound of Alyssa's groggy voice.

"Nate," She says.

"Come over." I disconnect the call and toss my phone onto the table.

I sip on my whiskey as I await Alyssa's arrival.

  ***
"Fuck, Nate. Just like that! Yeah! Right there! Please don't stop!" Alyssa screams as I vigorously thrust my cock in and out of her.

"Nate!"

"Shut up!" I yell as I try to concentrate on the thought of Cassie.

She's under me.

Screaming for me to keep going.

Begging me to make her cum.

"Nate!"

And she releases.

Her juices coat my cock.

I keep going, my impending release getting closer and closer.

And  I explode.

"Fuck, Cassie." I moan under my breath.

"What?" Asks Alyssa.

"Nothing." I pull out of her and take off the cum filled condom before tying it and throwing it away.

  I leave Alyssa naked on the couch and walk into my room. I change into a pair of basketball shorts with a long sleeve dry-fit workout shirt. Once my black and white Nike trainers are on, I put in my earphones and make my way back into the living room.

  Alyssa still lies there on my couch naked, catching her breath.

"By the time I get back I want you gone." I open the door and slam it shut behind me.

  Stepping out of my apartment building, I look right at the empty side walk. I take a deep breath before starting my run, mentally mapping out my route in an attempt to clear my head.

  I thought Alyssa would help with my sexual thoughts of a woman I don't even know but my attempt was futile.

She's under me.

Panting.

Needy.

Her gorgeous body on display.

Ready for me.

Only me.

"Stop!" I yell coming to a halt and tangling my fingers in my hair.

  This ends now. No more intruding thoughts. I am in control and no one is going to consume my being.

Especially a stranger.

I feel a tap on my shoulder.

  I turn on my heel while pulling my earphones out of my ears to see who'd touched me.

"Excuse me sir?" A light voice asks.

  I try to make out the figure of the woman standing in the shadows. She's not near a street light making it hard for me to distinguish her features.

"Are you okay?" She questions taking a step in my direction.

Under a street light.

Speak of the devil.

Her eyes go wide as she comes to the same conclusion as me.

"Oh my God," She whispers. "It's you." Her look of shock quickly morphs into a smile. "Hi," She greets.

"Hey," I respond still dumbstruck.

"I was hoping I'd run into you again." She states.

"Why?" I ask confused.

"To return the favour." She tells me.

"That won't be necessary. It was a pleasure to put a smile on that beautiful face of yours."  I catch the faint blush on her cheeks in the dim lighting.

"That's sweet but I have to repay you in some way. I feel indebted to you."

"Oh, don't be. Think of it as a treat from a friend."

"Again, very kind of you, but I'm going to pay back my debt." I give her a smug grin.

"No. No, you aren't."

"Yes, I am. If the café was open right now I'd have dragged you there already and bought you something."

"No, you wouldn't have."

"Yeah, I would've."

"I don't think so."

"Will you just rid me of my debt and accept that I'm paying you back?"

"Love, it was a doughnut worth seven dollars. We're also probably never going to see each other again, so I don't see how you'll be paying me back for anything." Through our banter, I managed to keep my smug grin.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

"Wouldn't be the first time I've head that." I chuckle.

  She crosses her arms and shakes her head at me before walking past me, purposely bumping her shoulder into mine.

And I don't say anything about it.

She turns around and looks back to me before saying, "You know what? I suddenly no longer feel guilty."

"No?" I ask in amusement.

"Not even a little." She turns around.

"Later, asshole." She calls out.

"Bye." I smile. 

  I put my hands in my pocket as I watch her turn a corner. I feel a paper like object brush against my hand. Weird... I know I didn't have anything in my pockets before. I pullout the object only to find something that elicits a chuckle from me.

Ten dollars.