/Samantha/
Oh Christ this was it I was going to cl**ax, "I've got to go, there's someone at the door" I gasped as I snapped the phone shut just in time to scream Henry's name as my orgasm exploded inside me, my body quivering. Henry laughed, full on laughed! He brought himself back up to my face and I could see that he truly enjoyed that. I put my hands to his chest to shove him off but he merely pressed them back to the bed, "You jerk! I can't believe you did that!" I cried but my voice had lost a lot of its intensity owing to my hardly being able to breathe, he laughed again.
"I love you Samantha" he whispered bringing his mouth to mine and kissed me passionately, ok now that's just not fair! How the heck can I be upset at him when he is kissing me like that and my body is still burning from my orgasm? He's such a cheater! He pulled away with a wide grin and I couldn't help but smile back. "So I'm forgiven?" he questioned fiddling with a stray strand of my hair, moving it back from my face softly.
I nodded and rolled my eyes, "Yes, but you're still and ass" I murmured.
"Yeah but you love me" he added with a smug half smile.
"Yeah I do" I answered moving my hands down his lovely back to grip his ass. That jerk, by the gods! The very thought of that made my salivary glands work overtime.
The phone rang once more, and this time I got out of bed to answer it rather than ignoring it. To which he replied, "Hi Blake," as I pulled on my bathrobe.
He questioned, "Who was at the door?" while I scowled, "door?" What exactly is he talking about here?
"What door?" I questioned you before striking myself in the face, you shithead! I actually did say something to the effect of "there's someone at the door." Henry smiled, and while I made the sign for "shh" with my finger, I murmured, "Oh, the door right yonder it was.....it was Henry," while sitting in the chair at the desk.
"Henry? So, what's the deal with the two of you now?" He inquired while exhibiting an angry tone regarding it.
I looked over to Henry, who was pulling on his boxers and rummaging around for his jeans from the previous day, and I remarked, "Yeah, we made up now," as I looked at him.
"So may I come over?" Blake inquired while maintaining his irate tone.
While Henry stood there watching me, I blushed and replied, "Err Blake, that's not really a good idea, I've got stuff to do." As I wiggled in my chair, I could feel Henry's eyes on me.
"What exactly is it? Could I be of assistance?" Blake questioned sounding annoyed.
I whispered to Blake, "No, listen I just don't want this okay, I'm really sorry, I am, but it's just not going to work out between us." "Listen, I just don't want this ok." Even though I had ended a few relationships in the past, none of them had ever been serious, but it pained me to say it, Blake and I weren't even dating at this point. I hated that this was how I felt. I mean, we went on two dates before we started talking about getting together, but during those dates we did talk about getting together.
"What the hell do you mean things aren't going to work out?" he remarked in a tone that was so close to shouting that I recoiled somewhat at the sound of his voice and averted my head so that Henry wouldn't know that he was shouting because I had a sense that he might lose his mind.
"Look Blake I'm sorry, but considering that we never actually got anything started,......" I stated that while kind of trailing off because I wasn't really sure how to finish the last portion.
"To hell with it! We never got anything going, and I've already told you that I like you." Now he was shouting in a manner that was genuinely rather frightening, and I was relieved that we were doing this conversation over the phone.
I tried to cheer him up a little by telling him, "Blake, I know what you're going through, and I told you that I'm sorry, but at least you can go back to banging random females every night without the danger of jail hanging over your head."
"I don't want to sleep with just any old woman! Samantha, are you not paying attention at all right now?" When he screamed, I jerked away once again.
"Calm down, Blake; we've only been on a couple of dates together, and I'm sorry to say that things aren't going to work out between us. I need to be going "I indicated that you should hang up the phone.
After taking a few slow, deep breaths, I turned my attention to Henry, who seemed really irate. He addressed the question with his teeth clenched, "Was he giving you a hard time?"
"No, he was just upset; that's all there was to it." I lied, my phone buzzed and I looked at the caller id to see that it was Blake again. I refused the call, turned off my phone, and pretended like nothing had occurred while I smiled at Henry.
"So, what are our plans for the day?" I inquired while getting out of my seat and putting my arms around him.
With a sneer on his face, he stated, "Well, I guess we haven't been on an actual date yet." a date? Wow, a date with Henry Williams, the stuff of every young woman's fantasies.
I gave him a grin and said, "Okay, why don't you go home, change, and come pick me up in an hour?" as I pushed him in the direction of the door.
"What? Why? Why can't I just wait for you here, seeing as how I have my clothing with me?" He asked while frowning, and the thought of being apart from me made me grin, so I told him that bless him, he's so nice.
I told him in a strong voice while pointing angrily at the door to my bedroom, "Because boy's pick females up for dates, now go." He laughed.
He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek before giving me a sneaky smile and saying, "Mmm, I like masterful Samantha."
After he had left, I went to the bathroom, showered, and changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a long blue gypsy shirt with a loose fit. I put the customary touch of makeup that I always do, as well as some perfume that Henry had purchased for me.
Henry had gone out that afternoon and smelt hundreds of perfumes in the shop before he found the right one and bought me a bottle; bless him, he is so friggin' sweet! When I sprayed it on, it made me smile because I'd smelled it on someone else before, but they couldn't remember the name of it. Henry had gone out that afternoon and smelt it on someone else. How in the heck was I unable to notice that he had feelings for me?