As the phone rang, Ted counted. One, two, three, four, five then ended the call. Kylie didn't answer neither had she answered the previous ten times he had called in the past week. Ted ran his hand through his thick brown hair. His fit tallish frame seemed hunched over as he sat down on his bed to figure out what he would do next. It was difficult. He didn't know what to do. So much had happened that he didn't know where to begin to pinpoint the exact moment. All he knew was that he was enraptured by Kylie Masters, the long legged blonde with blue Bette Davis eyes whom he had met by accident at the local coffee shop. He had been running late and had almost knocked her over as he entered the shop. She had been standing in line and he couldn't help admire her figure in her professional deep blue suit that had obviously been tailored to fit her soft curves. When she had turned around to see who had bumped her, he couldn't take his eyes off her face. The smile that curved upwards exposing a dimple on each cheek was so inviting that it made her look even more beautiful. He wanted to take her right there on the floor in the coffee shop for everyone to see, but he maintained his composure. Instead he smiled back and introduced himself apologizing profusely for his innate behavior of a man who wasn't looking where he was going. If nothing else, Ted Rivers was a gentleman of sorts.
After a bit of cajoling, he managed to pay for her coffee and through a quick yet intense conversation, they had exchanged business cards and the two left going their separate ways, but she stayed on his mind. Maybe it was the scent of her perfume that tickled his nostrils when he inhaled it, or the way she smiled, or maybe it was the way she wore her hair. He didn't know. That had been six months ago and things had been great, but it didn't matter now as he held the phone in his hand and dialed once more. Anxiousness turned to aggravation as the phone rang unanswered and he tossed the device on the bed in frustration. She wouldn't talk to him. She wouldn't let him explain what had happened.
What had happened? He knew exactly what happened. He had screwed up. One night when Kylie paid him a surprise visit it was she that was surprised when she opened the door to see a buxom redhead sucking his cock like a Popsicle and moaning as she fingered her pussy. Ted was just about to shoot a load of cum down her throat when he looked up, but it was too late and he blew into her mouth. She moaned as the hot cream slid down here throat and she swallowed it voraciously. Kylie's face went from surprise to disgust as he yanked his cock from the redhead's mouth and pulled up his pants.
"I can explain," he stammered.
Kylie's face had grown stone cold, "There's no need for explanation Ted. It looks pretty clear to me."
"No! No!" he said pushing the red head aside to reach her, but it was too late. Kylie had slammed the door shut and raced down the sidewalk to her car.
Fighting back the stinging tears, she opened the car door trembling with anger. With a shaking hand she inserted the key into the ignition turning it until she heard the engine roar then punched the accelerator causing the tires to squeal as she drove away. Ted was left standing in the doorway with his pants unzipped and the heated flush of having just ejaculated still on his face.
Now it had been over a week and she wouldn't answer his calls or texts. He even went as far as sending a dozen red roses to where she worked only to hear from one of her coworkers that she had cut off the blossoms from the roses with a pair of scissors before dropping the entire bouquet, vase included, into the trash.
Another three weeks passed and she still wouldn't return his calls. He was desperate and he was so horny for Kylie that even the redhead with the big tits couldn't satisfy his needs. What had he done? Thoughts of being celibate ran through his head, but were quickly discarded. That would never happen, but he also knew that the only one who could satisfy him was Kylie and without her, all the sex in the world would be just an empty expression of his need for her.
A couple of months later on a rainy evening when Ted was sitting in his favorite chair prepared to indulge in yet another night with his new best friend Jack Daniels, his cell phone rang. In his near drunken stupor, he had nearly missed the call when the voice on the other end brought him to his senses.
"Hi Ted," came a soft familiar voice.
"Kylie," he sighed heavily.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking," she slowly began.
"I'm so sorry," he said.
She ignored his apology.
"If you want to make it up to me, be at my place in an hour."
"I can do that," Ted eagerly replied.
"If not, then you can forget about everything," Kylie said and hung up.
Ted rushed to his feet and took a shower forcing the hot water to rid him of the last dredges of the Jack Daniels he had drunk. He dressed quickly and within the hour allotted to him, he showed up on her steps with time to spare. Much to his delight, she greeted him at the door wearing a flimsy sheer black dressing gown and nothing else.
"You look stunning," he said as he approached to give her a kiss.
Kylie pushed him back with her hand, "Hold on big boy. Things are going to be different from now on."
Ted swallowed hard. This wasn't the Kylie that he knew. She was more confidant now, more secure, and damn she was even sexier than he remembered.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
She led him to the living room, sat down on the white leather sofa, and patted the cushion next to her for Ted to do the same. He obliged inhaling the scent of the intoxicating perfume she wore as he drew closer.
Kylie crossed her legs allowing the robe to slide off up to her hips and Ted began to salivate. How long had it been since he had that pussy? Too long he thought as he shifted his body to accommodate his growing erection.
"I have to confess," she began slowly casting a sharp glance at him with her Bette Davis eyes. "I haven't been completely honest with you."
Ted could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Had she been with someone else? How could she? He paused. He had no right to say anything. He was at her mercy. She could have slept with a dozen other guys. It didn't matter. He still wanted her.
"I've been holding back," she said.
There was someone else. Damn. He'd driven her into the arms of another man.
"I've been holding back on what I like sexually," she finally said.
He sighed in relief, but she had piqued his interest. "What do you mean?"
"I mean. I like things a little different than the way we had been having sex in the past."
Ted thought back to their time together. To the best of his recollection it had been a normal sex life, perhaps even mundane, but nothing out of the ordinary. Was that why he cheated?
"So what do you like?" he asked swallowing hard.
"First I need to know that you are willing to let me show you what I like," she said.
