“I don’t think I will ever be ready.”
“Oh come on, you’re 22. Life doesn’t end after one bad breakup.” He paused after noticing the look in my eyes. “Look, I know things don’t seem like they can get better. But I can and it will. And if you give me the chance, I’d like to show you how good things can get.”
There was something in his eyes as he was talking. He seemed sincere. And he had the expression of someone who has been hurt before.
“So … now what?”
“I want to get to know you better.” His dick twitched as he said that.
“Are you sure about it?” I got up on my knees on the bed. “Do you want to just talk?”
“If that’s what you want.” He said, as his dick started slowly rising by itself.
For a moment, I thought about backing away and watching the dick getting flaccid again. It’s fascinating to see a penis coming back to life like that. But instead, I dove, with my ass in the air, head first to get that juicy cock in my mouth.
As I started giving him a sloppy blowjob, Simon pushed two fingers in my ass. This went on for a while before Simon flipped me over and had me lay on my back.
He had a devilishly beautiful smile on his face as he slowly entered me. Simon held my legs up in the air with his hands while fucking me with force. It was one of the best sex I have ever had.
We cuddled each other to sleep after the sex. Something happened while I was falling asleep though. Simon must have thought I was fast asleep when he did that. But I felt his lips slowly caressing the side of my face. I let out a deep breath as he did that, but kept my eyes closed.
A part of me wanted to smile, but a part of me wanted to cry my heart out at the moment. I did neither, and fell asleep through sheer tiredness.
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The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. I put my pants on before getting out of the bedroom to look for my shirt.
There I was greeted by Simon standing in the kitchen preparing breakfast. His back was against me, and he was wearing casual sleepwear. I don’t know why I wanted to go to him and hug him from the back.
I just had to get out of there. I had a good night of sex. Maybe I will sleep with him again later on. But I had to work on not getting attached to him, emotionally. Simon heard my footsteps and turned around.
“Oh hey!” He said. “You look beautiful.”
“So do you!” I said before shaking my head at myself. “I mean, what are you making?”
“Look, I’m doing it because it’s easy to do.”
“What?” I smiled. “Are you making pancakes or something?”
“It’s easy to make, okay!”
He was making pancakes. We had breakfast together almost silently. I was topless with my formal pants on. And Simon was casually dressed that left little to the imagination. Both of us kept stealing glances at each other as we kept eating. Both of us are too old to be acting shy like this. We had sex last night for Christ’s sake!
I got ready after breakfast to get out of there.
“I need to talk to you about something Aaron.”
“Can we talk about it later?” I feared being asked out for a date.
“It’s not about that.”
“What is it about?”
“Okay, it might seem like a conflict of interest.” Simon Mentioned. “But I thought about all this before having sex with you.”
“Can you get to the point?”
“Okay. Can you work as an editor at a major publishing house?”
It seemed like the question came out of nowhere. I was dumbfounded.
“I know it might not be what you were looking for as a career.” Simon explained. “But think about it. You might end up loving it.”
“You are saying that as if I already have the job.”
“I have a lot of connections I can pull from.” He looked so confident that I wanted to kiss him then and there. “Besides, it’s not like you’ll be the chief editor in charge of publishing. You might get shitty drafts from no named authors all the time. And you can quit the job if you hate it too much.”
“But why would you go through all that for me?”
“Okay,” Simon came clean. “Shelly told me to try and get a job for a friend of hers.” He walked closer to me. “She just said you were going through a tough time and a job could help you out a lot. And I do care about Shelly. So I just thought of what a literature graduate might be good at.”
“But what about …”
“Here’s the thing.” He stopped me from speaking and took another step towards me. “I didn’t count on this friend of hers to be so hot.”
“Ok stop it.”
“Please,” He was standing so close to me that I could smell the pancake. “I’ll text you the number. Just talk to the guy.”
I was still focused on his lips. I thought I was strong enough to resist the kiss. But he didn’t even start kissing me. He just put one hand around my waist and I was the one to give him a goodbye kiss.
No we did not sloppily make out right then and there. It was just a short tender kiss. Just two lips softly brushing up against each other, feeling the warmth of the other.
I had to blink in rapid succession to get my head in order.
We bade farewell for the time being as I got out of there.
I knew playing with him would be dangerous. There was a risk of catching some serious feeling for the man. But sex with him was way too good to just let him go.
As I walked out of there, I started thinking about the job opportunity he talked about. It might do me some good, to get a proper job out of all this.