Any engineer knows that there are problems that cannot be solved, problems that are hard to solve, and problems that the more he looks at, the more angles of attack he finds.
Stella managed to put an end to many delusions and pretensions I entertained, and all in a short time. I've changed and I am still changing. My life has changed, and so have my interests. Some if only temporarily.
I have mothballed all my laboratory and research work. I just don't care about it anymore. I'm sure that in time, not a very long time, my interest will rekindle. In the meantime, I care about fucking Stella's ass.
Sex used to be good. Now it's all consuming. It's not just sex. It's Stella. She does things to my mind. He. He does. Can you see where I am now?
The engineer in me is not gone though. I care about solving problems, just of a different nature now. I've put a lot of thought into getting Stella out of town.
I can have her for a few hours, for half a day, or for almost an entire day. I can go to her place and she comes to mine. We fuck, eat, share an intimacy many don't want to contemplate, sleep together, fuck again and then part until our next meeting. But it's pretty much just that: fucking and sweating together. I want more, I need more, and if our thing is to grow it needs more. We need experiences that are meaningful beyond me pounding her very fine ass and her getting her ass pounded.
I've got the money to take her just about anywhere I can think of. A grand villa on a secluded beach. A private island. Around the most exotic islands on a luxury yacht. The donkey won't budge. She doesn't care for it, she doesn't want it, and she's not wrong either.
Once the problem has been clearly stated, the solution is rather immediate.
"Stella, sweetie, we're going out of town."
"No."
"What do you mean no?"
"I'm stretching my money to eat this month. I barely afford to cross the street."
"Ah, but here is where it gets good: it does cost a thing."
"I can't take your gifts, Evan. It doesn't work that way."
I get it, I really do. She doesn't want to be my bitch. She doesn't want to be anybody's bitch. He. I play a game sometimes when we have sex, where I strip him of the last bit of his male dignity. But it's just sex play, and he allows me to. Probably because my eagerness amuses him.
"You don't get it: it really doesn't cost a thing. I have this place for myself, free of charge."
"Ooh, I'm so interested." she says acidly. "I'll go get myself some butt fucking."
"No. Wait. I'll do that for you. I'll fuck your butt."
And while I do, I fill her with the details -- she's less inclined to snarky retorts when my cock is buried deep in her insides. It's a resort town on the mountain side, not all that far from here. It kind of is, though, but I'll tell her the exact location later. The place we'll have -- an apartment -- belongs to a friend of mine, and he barely uses it. Properly, I don't know the guy all that well, but the gist of it remains -- it's free to use, it doesn't cost me a dime.
"Why do I have the feeling you're taking me for a ride?" she bemoans, her body jolting with every of my thrusts.
She makes no further protests until she swallows the last drop of cum from my dick.
"I'm not your girlfriend. I'm not even your friend. We fuck. No."
She's sitting in my bed, hugging her legs. Her body is sweaty. Her blonde curls look messy. She's so cute.
