Desiree Holt - Caught in the Middle

The two or three times a week they’d seen each other hadn’t sated her sexual desires. Nor was he there for her emotionally. The bastard was just like her mother, selfish and self-centred.

Her heels clattered along a set of concrete steps that led to the main floor of the parking garage. She huffed and shrugged her shoulders at the thought of Thom, his confused scowl implanted firmly in her mind as the last thing she had seen before storming out of his office.

But he was no more. After last night, she’d kicked him to the kerb just like she had her distant memories of bad parents. She’d worked fucking hard to get to where she was, and she was damn proud of it.

Fuck them all.

“You’re not even half as good as me!” Her scream made her feel slightly less angry, but Thom hadn’t heard it.

She wanted him to, not that it’d do any good.

Men like him were only interested in what women could do for him.

Straightening her shoulders, Anneke inhaled, exhaled and then marched her ass down a flight of stairs into the parking garage. Retrieving the keys from her jeans pocket, she clicked off her car alarm and opened the door to her red convertible. A Mazda, with plenty of horses for one little girl, soon purred nicely beneath her, exciting her. Hell, it was almost enough power that she wished the engine could be shrunk down and fit into her vibrator. Revving the engine, she put the car in drive and pulled out of the garage, spinning the tires as she sped out onto the highway.

Wind whipped through her hair as she hit the freeway, heading home. Her girlfriends would help her relax tonight with a bottle of whiskey and chick porn. That’d be an interesting night for sure.

Ogling hard bodies while making fun of bad dialogue with a few close friends would certainly put a smile on her face. That was a ladies night in, all right.

Amanda would have to come over with her latest stash. Anneke enjoyed how free Amanda seemed to be with her sexuality. The woman was full of stories. Who could blame her? Amanda was five-foot-four, curvy in all the right places and a fantastic kisser. Anneke had firsthand knowledge from a one night interlude that had involved too much whiskey and a lot of tears.

She sighed. Shifting the car into a higher gear, Anneke picked up speed. It was definitely time to relax.

The job had been stressful today. Clients had called from all over the country to bitch about rising prices on products they’d been ordering. Economic times were tough right now, but Anneke had reminded them that salesmen and women were the backbone of society and managed to calm quite a few fires. Still, it had stressed her out. She’d thought a few coffees during lunch had helped settle her nerves, until her boss pointed out that she looked high strung. She inhaled, exhaled and resumed her job with a modicum of tension.

But seeing Thom earlier had irked her. It wasn’t the bisexuality she hated, it was the selfishness he’d blatantly displayed.

Men like Thom were scum, she decided as she pulled onto the off-ramp and shifted into a lower gear while bringing the car to a slower speed.

A few minutes later, she’d pulled into her driveway, managed to drag her tired ass inside the house and strip off her clothes before heading towards the shower.

Turning the water on full blast, Anneke raised her chin towards the warming spray, letting water sluice off her body and run over her full curves. She reached for the soap and rubbed it together in her hands, inhaling the scent of lavender and roses as she lathered her body with the bar.

Anneke let the soap slip between her thighs, inserting the slender bar between her lips. A sound escaped her open mouth. The bar slid in over her clit, and Anneke moaned louder.

Her nipples hardened into tight little peaks while water trailed down her round breasts over her slender belly. Anneke caressed her stomach with a free hand, sliding upwards over her slick silky skin until she cupped one breast. She pinched the nipple into a harder point, moaning even louder.

Pushing her hips forward, Anneke dropped the soap and let the spray hit her chest, tingles of excitement running through her. Her soapy fingers caressed her mons, parting her lips wider.

Fingers replaced the slim bar of soap. Rubbing faster and faster over her clit, Anneke threw back her head, slamming a hand against the shower tile as her other palm slapped against her pussy. Panting, groaning, Anneke let sensation build up within her just a little longer.

Slow strokes, then faster ones, over her swollen clit drove her higher and higher. Those fingers slid over her pussy and between her cheeks, teasing her asshole. A finger pushed past the tight ring of muscles into her warm hole while her other hand caressed a nipple then moved down towards her sweet pussy. Just a little bit more…inside both holes…

“Oh God!” Water splashed against her face and down her neck, rivulets trailing through her thick auburn hair as it swung over the curve of her ass.

Slumping over, looking down at the drain as she caught her breath, hair blanketed both sides of her view. She caught her breath, calming down just enough to finish her shower with a satisfied smile on her lips.

An hour later, she was dressed in a black satin robe with red trim that belted at the hips and came just below her ass. She sat on her plush couch, her legs curled beneath her.

Amanda sat next to Anneke with an arm slung over the back of the couch, beer in the other hand. “I told you that fool was crazy, Anneke. And fucking gay.”

Jamie snickered from the other end of the couch.

“I know. I finally told the bastard it was over today. He just irritated me to no end.” Anneke took a deep swig from her beer. Leave it to her two best friends to remind her of Thom’s shortcomings.

Anneke smirked in Amanda’s direction. The pink satin nightie her friend wore covered most of her body but exposed the tops of very luscious thighs that were known to make many a man beg. A wine stain from earlier had soiled her jeans in an embarrassing place so Anneke had offered to wash them while they watched bad porn.

The couple on the screen changed positions and the dialogue just got worse. All three women began laughing at the size of the actor’s cock.

“I hate it when the main reason we watch porn is interrupted by a man who can’t even get it up when he’s being sucked off.” Anneke shifted against Amanda.

Jamie, a brunette with a slender figure, sat on one end of the couch with a beer in one hand and popcorn in the other. “You know,” she took a pull from her beer, “you should really get out more, Anneke. Amanda and I were talking about going to shoot pool later tonight.”

Bad moaning from the couple on the screen made all three girls giggle louder.

The man wasn’t even well built or muscular. In fact, he was somewhat chubby with no muscle tone or anything. And he was kind of hairy, which was an immediate turnoff.

Anneke lifted her beer. “I’d love to go out with you two tonight, but I’ve got this fucking presentation due tomorrow. It’s already written, thank goddess.”

“What’s the presentation on?” This came from Jamie.

“Something to do with diversity management in our company. I need my sleep. If I don’t show up fresh tomorrow, the speech I have to give will bore me as well as our management team.” Anneke yawned.

“Come on, Anneke, one night out in an attempt to find a real man would do you some good after Jones.” Jamie tapped Anneke’s bare thigh with a foot.

“Or maybe two men, since you’ve been talking about that lately.” Amanda made the words seem dirty with her sultry voice.

The thought stirred Anneke’s desire. She did want to go home with two handsome hunks who looked much better than what was on the screen. But…