Days, weeks and months had passed since Trent had walked out of the Hilton Hotel room, having finally spent the night with Lily that he'd been longing for, for so long. A night that he wished could have gone on forever, but that had been cut short before it even really got started.
During his time away his mind had become muddled with a great sense of regret at the abruptness with which he had rushed out, and the lack of clarity he had given Lily, as to why he had done so. But he was given no choice in the matter and he was sworn to secrecy.
However, despite his acceptance that he'd been in the wrong, he had still grown frustrated at the lack of contact and concern from Lily during his time away. Yes, she'd texted whilst he was in the car to the airport, but he'd replied saying that he cared deeply for her and that he hoped that she felt the same. But there was no reply, nothing, just silence for the last 3 months. It was as if she saw their encounter as a one-off to gain closure, but if that was the case then it was only closure on one-side, he still wanted her.
Many-times he had considered sending a follow-up text or picking up the phone to speak to her, but his pride had prevented him from doing so. What if she ignores him or suggests that she did it to get him out of her system? He was not sure he could cope, so it was easier to assume that it wasn't to be.
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Too proud to make contact
Several weeks passed, leading to months and still no word from Trent. Lily had started to wonder what she had done wrong or what Trent wasn't telling her.
She had thought that they were both on the same page, that they'd both had an incredible night full of amazing sex, and it was something that she wanted to do again and again. There was so much more she wanted to do with him, so much more she wanted to experience with him but why hadn't he responded to her text, or made contact in all this time? Even just to have their usual text banter that they'd enjoyed for 18-months during lockdown. She missed messaging him daily, she missed having a friend in him.
Maybe he thought there was no way back, that he was just looking for a one-night stand? Did he just see her as a fuck-buddy that was on-call when he fancied a hook-up? Had she done or said something wrong that meant they couldn't even keep their friendship? She was pretty sure it wasn't any of these but the time apart had made her begin to deeply-analyse everything, and caused her to have many sleepless nights.
She had often thought of dropping him another text or making contact with former colleagues to see if they'd heard from him, but NO why should she if he couldn't be bothered to respond!
To stop temptation she deleted his number from her phone and decided to put it down to one of those encounters in life, and attempt to move on.
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Heading back to London
Lily had purposely kept herself away from London, spending a lot of the time overseeing the large order placed by Mr Chi for the Woody Jay 3000, in China.
Despite the size of London she knew that, knowing her luck, she would bump in to Trent on a night out and that it would probably lead to a difficult decision for her. She'd either want to yell and scream at him or rip his clothes off and fuck him hard, and that it would most likely be the latter. The issue would be if he didn't feel the same. She didn't know if she could take the rejection.
That said, she couldn't turn down an invite from her best friend Andrea, who was holding a birthday party at Puttshack, Cheapside. She'd booked a corner booth and had invited all their Uni friends, so Lily just had to go. It would be a good opportunity for a girls night out and, who knows, she might even meet someone to help take her mind off Trent.
'Fuck him hard...' Lily thought as an image of Trent's naked body flashed up in her mind. She visualised his toned torso, and moved her minds-eye down to his hard cock, whilst remembering what it felt like to touch it, stroke it and have it filling her mouth and pussy. The thought sent a tingle through Lily and, for a moment, she forgot that she was sitting on a train heading down to London, as she closed her eyes and pinched her lip between her teeth.
Quickly re-joining the present, as the train entered a tunnel, Lily felt an overwhelming urge to satisfy her now throbbing wet vagina, but could she play with herself on a train? No, she told herself as she tried to think of something other than the feeling of Trent's cock inside her, pounding her hard.
She hadn't been with anyone else since their long awaited night together and it was no good, the closer the train got to London the more he entered her mind, now giving her a feeling of fizzy blood as only Trent could.
She'd tried hard to stop herself from thinking of that night, as it stung too much and would have made her pick up the phone, if she hadn't of deleted his number. Instead she'd always opted for her favourite Sean Bean medieval fantasy to get off to. But the thought of being back in London meant she couldn't resist anymore, and Sean just wasn't going to do it this time.
She was sitting on a bank of four seats with a sharing table between her and the other three empty chairs. There were a few other passengers within eye-line but none that were paying particular attention to her.
'No' she thought, it's too risky to do anything here; but she couldn't sit there either. Lily got up and walked to the train toilet. The irony not lost on her that her first encounter with Trent was in a toilet.
Locking the door, unbuttoning her jeans she lowered them a little so that she could slip her hand down and onto her lacy knickers that, by now, were dripping wet. Lily had thought about wearing her granny pants, certain that she wasn't going to be showing anyone, but she hadn't been out in a while and so wanted to feel sexy.
She knew it was time to move on from Trent Young, and she promised herself that this would be the last time she would fantasise about him.
The thought of fucking Trent was making her really horny.
