Unintended Intruder - 11
Written by Arthur Griffin
Edited by Little Red Wolf
*DING*
"Hey, Rachel."
"Hey, Terry."
"How you been?"
"Great! I... oh... my God!"
"I know," Terry said after he took a dramatic sigh, "I look like I've been mauled by a grizzly."
"What happened?"
"A wild woman and a passionate night," he said with a grin. Rachel's look of excitable horror turned into a lustful grin which she took with her into the video isle. The fish mirror in the corner told him she was touching herself quietly, causing his ego to swell.
He never understood what it was about a man becoming more sexy, to women, when he was freshly laid. He guessed it had something to do with the release of pheromones, but he had also been told that women only thought a man was worthy if he had the approval of another woman. As soon as the man was cast aside, he was on his own.
*DING*
His contemplation was shattered by the bell.
"Hey, Boss."
"Hey, Terry."
"How's your night?"
"Great..." Marcy said, then she stopped and a wild grin began to form.
"I know... I know... I look like I've been mauled by a grizzly."
"Damn, boy," Marcy said with a laugh, "she got you good."
"Yeah... she did." Terry's grin was multi-level. He knew Marcy wanted Abigale in the worst way. It was something she had lamented on when it was only the two of them. Now, a twinge of guilt rippled through him until Marcy stepped into his personal space and began to examine his wounds. "Uhm..."
"Dang, that's sexy," she muttered almost to herself.
"Yeah..."
"I want some..."
"Should I call you next time?" Terry chuckled. "Maybe you could join us."
"Oh... would you?" Marcy said in a dramatic tone. "I promise to keep my cheering to a dull roar. I can't promise not to critique, though."
"That would be awesome," Terry said with a laugh. "I don't think Abby's into voyeurism, though."
"You should ask her," Marcy said with a sly look in her eyes. "She's been liberating herself a lot lately and might be into more than you think."
The following day, Terry took Abigale on a date. A real date. Dinner at a restaurant... a movie at the theater... and a goodnight kiss which left him with a set of blue-balls which he furiously expelled with the help of a video he'd bought at work. As he lay exhausted in bed, he began to thing about Abigale. Something had changed. She was always attractive, but she had never dressed for it before. Then one day she suddenly began to look younger, healthier, and then she came onto him like a whirling tornado. Part of him figured it had something to do with a mid-life crisis of sorts... but she was so amazing.
Terry had heard stories of younger men and older women. He'd scoffed at such tales, knowing it was only right when the man was older, but his tune had changed. This older woman was smart... sexy... and she knew things. Abigale was not some inexperienced ditz who was slightly afraid of his penis. This was a woman... who knew what she wanted and was able to rock his world.
His body felt like Rome after being sacked by the Vandals. Every ache and bruise was a badge of honor. Something to show off and brag about... but he had not done so. He stood proudly in public, feeling the eyes of the women on his skin, each one wondering what kind of wrathful goddess had ravaged his soul. It was intoxicating.
The Final Fantasy victory tune played from his nightstand and he snatched it up before the second part of the tune began.
*Beep*
"Hello?"
"Hi, handsome."
"H-hi, Abby."
"Are you free tomorrow?"
"I... yes."
"Do you think you'll be healed up by then? I've been thinking about the other night... and I'd like to phone a friend."
"Uhm... kay..."
"Do you like toys? I've got a few and I was thinking we could use-"
"Abby," Terry interrupted, "why are we going out?"
"Wha?"
"Why are you into me?" There was silence on the other side of the line, so he took a deep breath and continued. "You're a whole generation older than me... I can't be that interesting... am I just a piece of meat to you?" It had all come out a lot harsher than he'd meant it too, but it was out there and now he had to live with whatever the consequences might be. The sound of his own breathing unnerved him as he anticipated the sudden termination of the relationship and the call... but it did not come. As the moments dragged on, he dared break the silence. "Abby?"
"I'm here," she said quietly.
"Can... can I please have an answer?"
"Terry..."
"I like you, Abby," he said when she hesitated. "I like you a lot. That first night we were together was... wow... and I really liked today's date... but I... well... I guess I just can't believe we're going out."
"I know," her voice said without the courage he had been hearing from her over the past week, "I'm scared too." It was the voice of the old Abby. The one which was intimidated by the world and had not been laid in a decade. "Terry... you're sexy... really sexy... and I like you a lot. I don't know if this is a long term thing... but I like it... I like you. Please... can we keep it up? I love the feeling of you inside of me... I..."
"It's alright," Terry said as he felt the blood rush to both heads. "I really like... I'm really having a great time with you. Both in and out of... you."
Abigale's laughter burst through the phone and he could not help but join her.
"I never thought I'd be doing this with you," she said once the noise had died down.
"I know," he agreed, "it's scary."
"Yeah," her voice said but then a familiar silence hung on the line.
"What are you thinking about?" he suddenly asked.
"Uhm..." her voice quivered in a way he thought was adorable.
"Is it dirty?"
"Y-yeah," she admitted.
"Care to share?"
"Uhm... well... Marcy kinda... uhm..."
"Oh, God... did she ask you about the voyeurism thing?" Her giggle answered his question. "Oh, God."
"I know. Right?"
"I should be used to that sort of thing from her," Terry said with a smile.
"I know," Abigale agreed, "but I wasn't expecting it to sound so... hot."
"Hot?"
"Yeah," her voice gained a dreamy quality which reignited his wood. "I kinda like the idea of her watching... from some closet or window ledge... desperately fingering herself as she watches what she wants but can't really have." A silence hung on the line as Terry slowly let out his breath. "Kinda hot, huh?"
"It wasn't until you said it," he said with a nervous laugh.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Should I say yes?"
"Uh..." Terry searched for words, but they failed as his brain, stomach, and balls all seemed to scream different answers at once. There were words in all of that noise but he felt like a sword-master who had just suddenly drawn and dropped his bade onto the ground.
"Please?" Abigale asked and he felt his will crumble.
"If it's what you want," Terry heard himself saying. "If you're comfortable with it."
"Yeah... I think so," she giggled again. "Wow... this is so much fun! Alright... I'll let her know."
"Better call her on the phone," Terry said as his brain began to wrestle words back into his throat. "Her libido might accidentally maul you if you say it in person."
"Yeah," she laughed, "it might be messy."