This story is a continuation from the series "An Erotic Tale". To get a better understanding of these characters, it is best to read the previous 5 instalments in the series.
This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
Remember, knowledge is power! Educate yourself. Always practice safe sex!
I found myself standing on the doorstep of Mike's house ringing the buzzer...
Since the break-in and discovery of Jeremy's pursuit of my boyfriend a week ago, we hadn't really spoken much. Mike would text me every day asking if I was ok, and I would reply via text. That was about the sum total of our communication.
In the past week, I had been busy making the necessary changes to my apartment as well. I had hired a security firm to install an alarm system as well as a security gate on my balcony door. So almost three grand later, I felt safer in my home -- almost. The only issue still weighing heavily on my mind -- besides the psychotic stalker, was the discord between Mike and me.
So here I found myself standing on his doorstep waiting for him to open the door...
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The door swung open to reveal Mike standing there with a look of surprise on his handsome face. He was barefoot, wearing faded Levi's that hugged his hips and ass lovingly, and a well-worn white T-shirt that had seen better days.
Staring at him, I felt my heart give a little skip. I had missed him terribly this past week. Shame and guilt crowded my chest while we stood there staring at each other. I had done this to us. I was the reason we hadn't seen or spoken to each other in a week. My irrational need for independence had driven a wedge between us that I hoped was not too big to bridge again.
All my life I had had no one to depend on besides myself; wishing I would find someone willing to share my joys and sorrows with -- who would shoulder some of life's ups and downs. And now standing before me was that person I had longed for, and what did I do at the first opportunity? I pushed and pushed wanting 'independence' when all along my independence laid in the security of our relationship with this man who loved me unconditionally.
God, I was such a fucking idiot!
"Carson? I wasn't expecting you."
I could hear the hesitancy and shock in Mike's voice, and it made me cringe slightly. Again it reminded me that I was the reason for this awkwardness.
"Hey, um, could I maybe come inside?"
That seemed to jolt Mike back into reality. Hastily stepping back inside, he motioned for me to enter before he closed the door.
Feeling even more awkward now that I was inside, I shoved my hands into the front pockets of my jeans and hunched my shoulders slightly.
"We, um... I need to talk to you. Is this a good time or --"
"No, no this is good." Mike hurriedly interjected. "Let's go through to the kitchen. I think we can both do with a beer."
Nodding I followed him down the foyer into the kitchen. I couldn't help my eyes straying to the tight ass beautifully cupped by the denim moving enticingly in front of me. A whole week without Mike seemed like a year.
I moved to sit on one of the kitchen stools at the counter, while Mike reached into the fridge and extracted two cold beers. After twisting the cap off both, he handed me one before moving back to lean against the opposite counter. I could feel him staring at me as we sipped our beers but I kept my eyes focused on the bottle resting in my hands.
Finally I looked up.
"I missed you," I whispered so softly, and I wondered if Mike had heard me. From the slight widening of his eyes, I knew that he had, and that he had not been expecting me to say that.
"I missed you too baby."
I nodded, but remained seated even though every part of me screamed to go to him and feel his arms around me.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking this past week. Firstly I wanted to apologize for my reaction the last time we spoke."
I shook my head and held up my hand as I saw Mike was about to object. "No, let me finish first." Even though I knew he wanted to say something, Mike subsided against the counter once again and motioned for me to proceed.
Taking a deep breath and a fortifying sip for courage, I continued.
"I acted like an ass last week. The whole break-in, as well as the Jeremy thing was not handled well. I reacted in a knee-jerk way, when I should have let you explain first. That is on me, and I am sorry I caused this rift between us."
I took another sip of my beer, placed it on the counter, before moving to stand in front of Mike.
"All my life I've only had myself to rely on. Being orphaned at such a young age, and then being moved from foster home to the next has jaded me a bit I guess. I learned that nothing lasts forever, and the only person you can depend on is yourself.
I guess that is what I've been doing with us as well. I was worried that because this -- us, fell perfectly into place and seemed to be the stuff fantasies are made off, it wasn't real. I expected it to end soon, and may have subconsciously been sabotaging us. And when this Jeremy thing popped up it was like the perfect excuse I needed.
But that's not what I want anymore. I want us to be real. I want this asshole to leave me the fuck alone. And I want Jeremy to realise that he had his chance and he fucked it up and that you belong to me now."
Throughout my speech, Mike had been staring at me. I could see that his body was tensed, and as I finally finished my monologue, he straightened, placed his beer on the counter next to him and pulled me into his arms.
I went willingly. Allowing my arms to creep around his waist and hold on for dear life. Jesus how I missed this; the feel, the scent and more importantly the love I could feel pouring off Mike. I closed my eyes and held on wishing this moment would never end.
"You little shit. God, don't you know that you are it for me? There's no one else that can compare to you. It's been hell trying to keep from going to you this week. I had to satisfy myself with fucking text messages. Do you have any clue how much I hate goddamn texting?!"
The horror in Mike's voice when he spoke about texting was just too much for me. I felt the laughter bubble up, and then I was holding onto Mike for an entirely different reason -- so I didn't fall flat on my ass with laughter. Before long Mike had joined me, and we both sounded like a couple of loons standing in the kitchen cackling.
As our laughter finally subsided, I looked up into Mike's face. Smiling softly, I turned my face up to his, intent on reaching his lips with my own. Mike leaned down, and just as our lips were about to touch, I whispered, "I love you, Mike"
