Six months had passed since I had met Nikki. We had settled into a comfortable routine that was anything but routine.
We became that couple you love to hate. The ones always out together, always attached at the hip, and always happy. Our friends missed our company when we were weren't there, and hated our guts when we were there.
They always wondered why we were so happy and in such a good mood. They'd never guess it was because we loved to fuck. We didn't do drugs, we weren't heavy drinkers and we liked to turn in early. It was as if we were an old married couple.
We weren't going home to sleep as much as making excuses so we could indulge in our shared vice. I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around her pierced nipples and she couldn't wait to swallow my cock. Or as she called it, my fuck-stick.
We loved testing each other's boundaries. Whether I was teasing her to orgasm with my tongue or she was bent over the couch and getting filled with cock - I could not get enough of Nikki.
Most couples exit a honeymoon period and their sex life becomes routine and boring. Nikki and I were anything but bored with each other or our bodies. I was just your average joe who was ecstatic to be dating out of my league. So we fucked - constantly.
She was the first person, in a long line of lovers who didn't think my elevated sex drive was unusual. In fact she relished it. This didn't mean our relationship was just physical. After all, I was an old fashioned romantic.
There was plenty of lovemaking. But sometimes Nikki just wanted to be destroyed and I was always happy to make her whole. Destroyed was her code word for "held down and fucked silly."
I'd plan surprises for her without the need for special occasions. She was often brought to tears by my attention to the smallest detail. It meant I was listening and remembering our most intimate conversations.
Not all these overtures involved moving earth and sky. Some were as simple as surprising Nikki with pastries fed-exed in from her hometown bakery in Chicago.
Even knowing when to pick her up after work instead of letting her take the metro home was a kindness. I was sensitive to her moods and could often salvage her evening after an otherwise bad day.
Nikki would reward this devotion with what she called, "Getting pretty, to get dirty." This translated to "dressing for sex." It was nasty, dirty sex. You know, the good kind of sex. Inhibitions were cast aside and no fetish discarded out right. We'd try almost anything at least once.
Whether it involved elaborate planning or reacting to spur of the moment impulses, I came out on top. Or in Nikki's words I cum out on top. We were addicted to each other.
There was the time where I was so horny and rough with Nikki, the condom broke. She surprised me by whispering, "Take your time, baby. Just keep fucking me, I'm on the pill now."
There was the time we fucked on a balcony in Vegas. She let the security cameras record us as she made me pump her mouth full of cum.
There was the time she called from a work sponsored conference. She needed to be filled up, as soon as possible, because she was so horny. I was on the next Delta shuttle that evening to perform my boyfriend duties.
Almost nothing was off limits and we enjoyed every minute of each other's company. Best of all, she always wanted to indulge me. This is why our couplings are burned into my long-term memory.
We made it work by spending the weekends at my condo and weekdays at her shoebox apartment in the city.
So when Nikki went on a self imposed "no more sex" break two weeks before my birthday it came as a shock to the system. I secretly started to masturbate. At first Nikki thought it was adorable. But, she'd always be upset that I couldn't wait. If I was lucky polish she'd finish me off with long slow jerks of my cock. This was the closest I'd get to her sweet slice of heaven.
She wanted to dial things back since her sister Kristal was coming to visit. I know, how could parents name their girls Nikki and Kristal? I argued that if we didn't get the sexual urges out of our system before the visit, it would make things worse. Couldn't her sister come a week after my birthday, or not at all?
I didn't know she had a sister, much less a twin sister. I had always assumed from the lack of siblings in her family photos that she was an only child. Nikki promised it wouldn't disrupt to our routine. My blue balls begged to differ. She had a special surprise for me if I behaved myself. She promised it would be worth my while.
During those two weeks Nikki slept over almost every night. There was a lot of pillow talk without the usual precursor of sex. There was no judgment. We talked about what turned us on. We talked about our fetishes and our fantasies.
Nikki asked what I wanted for my birthday. I'm hard to buy for so it was always better to just ask. I'm not materialistic and didn't want much. I joked that all I wanted was her ass. Nikki understood my fascination with her asshole but, no it was off the table.
I then joked that maybe she could buy me an escort or we could have a threesome with her twin sister. She didn't think that was funny either. I reminded her of our "no judgment" agreement when it came to talking about sexual fantasies.
The day of my birthday, Nikki left early. She needed to give her apartment a spot cleaning before heading to the airport. We kissed and I made a last ditch argument that we'd be more comfortable at my place but, Nikki was having none of it. Maybe my fantasy of fucking twins had cemented the fact that there was no way she'd allow me to sleep under the same roof as her sister.
Several hours passed without a text message or a voice-mail from Nikki. I was starting to worry. Maybe Nikki got into an accident. Maybe her sister got stuck in customs. Regardless of the reason, Nikki was not answering her phone. She wasn't even showing up when I tried to locate her using the Find My Phone app.
That's when I noticed that my phone had been muted for the entire day. Duh. There was also a voice-mail from a number I didn't recognize. The message was succinct.
"Hey this is Kristal. We had a lot of problems, got stuck in customs, now we're at the bar at the Mandarin Oriental. Nikki's phone is dead. Come meet us for a drink."
The background noise in the bar drowned out the last of the message but, I could hear plenty of girlish giggling. The last thing I wanted to do is get dressed up and head into the city to sip overpriced drinks on my birthday.
As I entered the hotel, the bar was empty except for some expense account schmucks. The happy hour crowd had dispersed. Noticing that I seemed lost, the bartender asked if I was waiting for someone. After giving Kristal's name, he gave me a jealous smile and then handed me a hotel room key.
Nikki had been playing me all along! This must be part of her surprise. I was praying this was part of her surprise. Christ my blue balls were bad enough as it is.
I entered the hotel suite. Because of curtains that wouldn't fully close, a shaft of light that cut through the middle of the room. Otherwise it was dark. Against the backlit curtains was a silhouette of Nikki. I'd know those curves anywhere.
"Nikki?" I asked.
"Nope." the silhouette replied, "Kristal. Nikki went to get cigarettes."
The Mandarin was a nonsmoking hotel and Nikki didn't smoke. OK, I'd play along.
