Page 149 of Unleashed

Maybe because I ache to give and receive affection, I kiss Tansy, hoping shit falls into place and I gain perspective. But kissing her does zilch for me. My dick sprouts into a minor chub only because my lips are sensitive. Kissing is overrated. If Simone were kissing me, I’d hate it too. I would. Absolutely.

However, thoughts of Simone’s tongue licking mine and our lips sliding over each other’s tighten my balls like a motherfucker. I try to focus on kissing Tansy since Simone and I will never kiss again.

Tansy’s hand goes to the top of my thigh. The lighting isn’t bright, except for in the stalls, but I don’t expect it when Tansy slides her hand over my fly. The first time, I assume it’s an accident. When she does it again, I groan, but not from excitement. The third time, she clutches my crotch and fondles my dick. Underlying terror edges along my sanity. I pull away from her mouth and push her hand off me. “What are you doing?”

She returns her hand to my thigh and kisses my cheek. “I want to fuck you. Here.”

I laugh, but it’s more panic than disco. “Uh, we’re in public.”

Tansy licks my jaw, and I cringe. “I know a place here. Have you ever fucked a woman with a hood piercing?” A what?

“Not that I can remember.”

She gets up, grabs my hand, and pulls me into a hallway. “Wait,” I argue, but still let her lead me. We walk to the end of the hall, and she pulls me into an alcove.

“They used to have vending machines for the employees here.” The lighting back here reflects off her piercings, making her brighter than downtown or my sister Josie. Tansy lifts her skirt and shows me her peach-fuzzed pussy. She peels back the lips to display a barbell-looking piercing. “It stimulates me when I walk.” Before I stop her, she grabs my hand and puts it up yonder. Her snatch feels like my sister Ashley’s head until first grade.

I jerk my hand back. “Tansy. Jesus.”

“If you don’t want to fuck, then use your tongue to get me off.”

Stepping back, I look both ways down the hall. I need to get the fuck out of here. “No way. I told you I’m not ready.” Ever.

She laughs. “You’re almost thirty, but act like sex is some big ordeal.” She has no idea.

I screw up my face as I consider that. “So? Maybe I don’t sleep around. Why is that weird? You and I aren’t exclusive, anyway. I don’t know why you tell people I’m your boyfriend.”

“You’re not?”

I laugh. From what I’ve seen, I’d say this chick has balls, but she visibly doesn’t. “No. We’re hanging out.”

Tansy drops the skirt and crosses her arms. “It’s practically the same thing. I don’t want you dating other women, including Simone. She’s in love with you. I can see why, but you’re not hers. I’m so glad you didn’t sleep with her. Can you imagine?”

I narrow my eyes as I squeeze my hands into fists. “You have zero say in who I fuck. I barely know you. If you think I’m like any other guy you’ve screwed, I’m not. If you can’t handle that, you’re wasting your time.” She is, no matter what.

Tansy sighs and has the decency to appear embarrassed. “Can we get some ice cream and talk?” I shake my head, but she pleads, “Give me more time with you tonight. Then you can leave. Please?”

She picks up my hand and tugs. I mutter, “Fine. But I need to wash my hands.” I slip into the restroom and give myself a couple of minutes. A hot woman throws her pussy at me, but I have no interest. What the fuck is my problem? I’m all about loving sex now. But I can’t even get a hard-on to see if this thing with Tansy is going anywhere.

We say quick goodbyes to her friends. Bondo pouts and gives Tansy several disapproving glares. I don’t know if they’re about her leaving early or me.

As I wait for Tansy, I text Simone, asking her what she’s doing. She doesn’t reply, and it unnerves me. Not that I care.

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