Mixed Signals

A Night Alone

Still grinning like an idiot, I made my way through my flat, undressing as I walked to my room. I flopped onto my bed in my boxers, turning on the TV. I flipped through channel upon channel, unable to focus because of Gemma's blue eyes. They kept reappearing in my mind like some image on a slideshow. Her smile lit up my thoughts like a lightbulb, bright and inviting. I kept hearing her laugh, making me smile all the while.

I, unfocused and unable to stop thinking about Gemma, restlessly watched the television. Eventually, I checked the time. 1:19 AM. Jesus, I needed to get to sleep. I flicked the button to turn my TV off and laid down in my bed. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like eternity until I finally started to drift off into the comforting abyss that is sleep.

...

I was woken by three sharp taps on the front door. Groggy, I walked to the door, avoiding objects in the blackness of my flat. I swung the door open, the sudden realization that I was only wearing boxers hitting me as I locked eyes with Gemma. She stood there with mussed hair and something like desire in those blue eyes of hers. She looked me up and down and I felt myself harden. Her eyebrow raised seductively as she noticed.

Not speaking, she placed her palm flat on my chest and pushed me back into the dark flat, following and closing the door. She locked it, turning to face me head on. She stepped toward me and dropped the grey robe she wore. Her perfect body of porcelain was exposed, every curve magnificent, breasts bared and nipples hard. I watched her as she moved toward me, slowly, sensually. Finally, her bare chest pressed against my own, and she brought her and around my neck, pulling me down into a passionate kiss.

Our bodies flush with one another, our kisses became more and more heated. I stooped to pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I walked us to the bedroom. I walked backward until the backs of my knees came into contact with my bed. Sitting her on top of my lap, we continued to kiss until I couldn't take it anymore. Turning my torso, I rolled on top of her. Through frantic kisses, she managed to pull my boxers off.

I laid on top of her, exposed, both of us wrapped in each other's naked heat. I kissed her neck, moving down toward her chest. Her fingers entangled in my hair, she moved me back up to eye level.

"I want you," her voice was hoarse with lust. "I want you now, Ian."

I nodded, kissing her deeply as I entered her. She gasped, arching her back in pleasure. She was wet, making it easy for me to slide my hard cock in and out, the pressure in my chest expanding every time. Gemma moaned lightly in my ear and both of our breathing was ragged.

I thrust myself in and out of her faster and faster. Her whimpers of pleasure increased to long moans. I responded by groaning along with her, feeling myself slip over the edge. Right as I was about to come, I locked eyes with her, grabbing her by the back of the head and pushing our mouths together roughly.

I shuddered, the waves of pleasure rolling over my entire body. I collapsed in a heap on top of her, limbs intertwined and sweat sticking us together. Her chest rose and fell heavily, eyes closed. Feeling my eyes on her, she turned her head, looking at me warmly. She reached over and touched my cheek lightly.

...

I woke up entangled in my sheets, sweat and other bodily fluids causing them to stick to my skin. I was breathing unevenly, and faint light filtered through the curtains. I checked the time. 6:49. Five and a half hours of sleep would have to do for today. I got the feeling I wasn't going back to sleep any time soon.

I got out of bed, peeling the soaked sheets off of me. I grabbed a towel, heading into my bathroom to shower. The remembrance of my dream sent a tingle to my stomach. I turned on the water, letting it heat up before I got in. Steam began to cloud the room, and I stepped under the hot stream of water.

As soon as the water hit my skin, the tightness in my muscles began to melt away. I cleaned myself, trying to get Gemma out of my head, but that's like trying to climb Mount Everest without any gear.

Eventually, the water started to run cooler and I had to get out. I got ready, killed time, and left. Just as I was locking the door to my flat, I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned around grinning, meet by a smile, bright blue eyes, and coffee.

"Good morning, Ian," she said in a mockingly cordial tone. "I brought you this." She handed me the extra coffee she was holding.

"Thank you," I tried to avoid thinking about the lustful eyes in my fantasy from last night. "Good morning to you as well, Gemma. Did you sleep well?"

She wore a thick black, long-sleeved V-neck, a dark grey windbreaker, light jeans, and bright red Converse. Not exactly what you might wear to my sort of a job, but it suited hers just fine.

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I did. How about yourself, Mr. Boss-Man?"

I chuckled. "I slept just fine."