One in the Same

Ch 8: Arkyn/Sylvia

She called.

A conversation was had for over three hours, and it still didn't feel like it was enough. I always wanted more and more of her until I had every centimeter of her memorized. She was the exam I was studying for, and thank fuck I was the only student she had. I was going to be her teacher's pet. Call me whipped if you want.

What? It's been a minute sinceI had grown to care for someone like this, let alone let them into my personal life. Or take a leap at them, is more like.

Well, more than calling Texting, chatting any time of the day, and or any chance that I get to. It was interesting, really. My phone hardly ever rang this much, unless it was something to do with work, or someone calling in or some ridiculous reason.

Yet Sylvia was starting to occupy the leftover space in my phone. I was enjoying it, too. She had this thing sometimes where she would send me these stupid cartoon things called stickers. If she wasn't able to type a reply, it was some weird face of Goofy, or anything she cold get her hands on.

She said her roommate showed her what stickers were and she had been obsessed with making them ever since. I was in my middle thirties and I didn't have the time to learn them. But something about a little activity making her smile was worth it. It also made the thing in my chest begin to carve a place for her. One that I didn't mind tending to.

I was in my office at home giving myself a small break before going to get Sylvia. We had agreed on meeting for lunch, and taking her to view sites within the state of Washington. Especially since we would be touring to the heart of Seattle. It was a good drive away, but there would be plenty of things to do before the final destination.

I snorted seeing another sticker come through my phone. This one, had Jerry the Mouse in a hair bonnet, looking over his shoulder grinning. It was her response to me telling her she can wear whatever she wants. She didn't have to dress too formal, nor too casual. Whatever she chose I knew she would look gorgeous in and out of.

I rubbed my thumb across my lower lip, itching my nose with my fingers. The immediate thought of her on my mouth and fingers the other night hasn't left my brain since. Fuck did she taste good. I could still smell her on me, actually. I had taken plenty of showers, yet she stayed.

It was like the scent of her arousal was as strong as a permanent marker. Once it was there, it was there and lingering. I fucking loved it, and I wanted more of it. My dick jumped at the idea of being buried deep inside of her pussy, the slick warmth of her cunt gradually inviting me in, sucking me deeper into her. Her nails in my back, and that fucking mouth screaming my name. Before the day dream was able to consume me, I stuffed my dick in the waistband of my pants, and pushed off my office chair.

A quick trip to the garage, I backed out of my driveway, and took off down the street in the direction of her townhome. The closer I got to her house, the harder my dick became. I horaned, palming him for some relief. I wasn't expecting anything wild out of this. No. I had a business to run, and there was nothing that was going to stand in the way of me running it. But I couldn't help but somehow adjust my schedule so it would and could accompany Sylvia's as well.

Sylvia was something entirely different of the sort. She was just - calm. Simple, but assertive. Yet, something within me was always looking forward to talking to her again. Seeing her name come across my phone screen so I can stop what I'm doing to talk to her, was worth it.

And something in my gut told me that she was worth it. So did my therapist. Yeah, I was a man who was in therapy.

It was all about her the last 72 hours and it was about to be about her all over again. I was going to keep her within arms reach for as long as I could. Because once I'm not with her, I'm not whole. Which is odd for me to say, but it's really not. I unlocked my car doors, making my way over to the passenger side. Once I got the door open and my back was turned to her, she was at the end of the steps, both of her hands holding her purse, and my heart stopped.