Carried Away (1)

Author Name: cloudhead | Source: pinoyliterotica.com

“Idleness never did serve me well,” she thought to herself as she got up for the nth time to drink a glass of water. Having way too much time on her hands was driving her crazy, even screwing with her sleeping patterns. It’s 3 am, and she still couldn’t bore herself to sleep.

God. I need to get laid, her mind made its naughty suggestion. She snorted. “Yeah, like that was ever an option.” Inner conflict alert.

She went back to her room and laid on the bed. “Back to MGM Classic reruns, I guess,” she sighed to herself. She was just about to turn on her TV when her mobile phone rang. She picked it up and almost dropped it again in surprise when she found out who the caller was.

“Uh, hello, Sam?”

“Hullo, Alex. I hope I didn’t disrupt your slumber.”

Sam was her poison of choice, so to speak. That unreachable star she was forever doomed to wish for. Funny, eloquent, smart as a whip. It didn’t help her sanity any that he’s hot as heck. And his faint British accent was like a one-two punch to the gut that made her so weak she felt her knees turn to jelly even while she was sitting down on her bed.

“No, I was having a hard time snoozing, truth be told. What’s up?”

“I was invited to a colleague’s house for a party. Had I known there would be plenty of good-looking men around I would have invited you as my plus-one.”

There it is. Sam seemed hell-bent to set her up with every single, relatively okay-looking male within a 10-mile perimeter. Heck, it felt like he was trying to hook her up with every single, attractive guy in the metro. And much as the sentiment was appreciated, she hated those attempts right from the beginning.

She lay back against her pillows and bit back a sigh. “Forget them, not interested, dude. So, how’s that girl you’ve been eyeing? She there?”

Oh, yes. You gotta love the friend zone, her mind cringed as she gave herself a mental slap.

“I have no idea, I didn’t see her. I thought she’d be in attendance, though, considering how chummy she is with the host of the evening. I just got back from the party, actually. Although I did manage to lay my eyes on her this afternoon…”

Annoyed as she was when he continued to rattle off about his lady love, she couldn’t help but feel confused as to why he would call her in the ungodly hours of the morning. And that she asked him outright.

“Ah, it slipped from my mind. I just heard the new song you sent over. Very “Jagged Little Pill,” and I liked it. But are you sure that’s really the way to go?”

They wandered into a variety of topics, as they were wont to do all the time. And oddly enough, while she laughed and berated him for his foolish antics, she felt herself being lulled by the crests and falls of his voice. It was relaxing, but at the same time the initial embarrassment and confusion started fading into something else.

Oh shit, not again, she mouthed into her headpiece as she registered her body’s response at that dark-chocolatey voice that seemed like it was being spoken right into her ear. Despite the AC’s chill she felt her temperature rise up, and the tips of her breasts had puckered under her nightgown’s scant protection. Her legs shifted restlessly as she felt her panties slowly start to get wet with her cream.

I’m sorry, Sam, she thought to herself as, filled with warring emotions of remorse and lust, she started to pluck her nipples in time with his extended discourse on the virtues of his newly-purchased laptop.

It was an exercise in mental acuity to make the appropriate responses while her body started heating up at every word he uttered. Feeling every inch a perv, she restrained a moan as she slid her middle finger down under her panties to play her clit. Sam went on about the latest gadget, but Alex couldn’t care less. In her mind, the words morphed into every dirty word she’d ever fantasized the guy to tell her, every sweetly uttered endearment she’d been longing to hear from him.

Oh God, Sam, more…her mind begged as she plunged the questing finger inside her weeping channel. Only to realize the silence on the other end of the line.

“Sam?” Oh shit. She didn’t… did she?

Sam cleared his throat. “Alex, are you alright?”

In a panic, Alex dropped the call and covered her face with her hands. She could still smell herself on her finger, and the reminder suddenly made her weep in agonized, thwarted love.