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Luckily, Erica’s injuries did not turn out to be as serious as originally thought and the rash went away after 48 hours and no infections were detected. She was sent home with some antibiotics just in case there was something alien that had been put inside her during her traumatic experience.
The worst part of the entire episode, Erica told me, was that she was forced to withdraw from the tennis tournament. Since she had been favored to win the tournament, this was a major setback.
I continued to write her heart-rending love letters every day, always slipping the postal clerk a fiver to make sure it got in her post office box that day. After a couple of weeks, the clerk pulled me aside and told me something I’ll never forget.
“Look, kid, there is no reason for you to keep slipping me five bucks every time you send a letter to your sweetheart. Just let me know and I’ll take care of it. You must be real sweet on this girl, eh, writing her every day like you do?”
“She likes when I write her every day.”
“I saw the name on the envelope. Isn’t that the girl who got assaulted at the tennis match? She doing okay?”
“Yeah, she’s pretty much recovered, but it was a very traumatic experience.”
“Look, I don’t know if this is out of line or not, but I’m taking a stab in the dark here. You know, I’m getting ready to retire from the post office in a few years and I’m not feeling all that good about the money I’ve saved for retirement. So, what I’ve done is start my own business on the side to help increase my income and make things a little easier in my sunset years.”
“Okay, and how is that out of line?”
“Well, look, I’m not done ‘splaining. What I’m doing is setting up this film studio and we’re going to be making amateur porn. Nothing too weird, and no kids or animals or any shit like that, just good, wholesome entertainment. The kind of stuff you can watch at a bachelor party and not have to take a hot shower afterwards. So, I’m thinking, and you tell me this is out of line, but do you think you could talk to your pretty friend and see if she wants to shoot some scenes?”
“No,” I said sternly, and then recoiled in horror at my assertiveness.
“Wait, wait, see, there doesn’t have to be any actual sex or anything, maybe just some play acting. How about a scene where she is wearing her little tennis outfit and she’s out in the woods and she’s lost and she is being chased by a bear, but it isn’t really a bear, it is me in a bear costume and when she finds out we have a laugh and drink some hot chocolate and she takes her clothes off. How about something like that?”
“I really don’t think so. That is way over the line, man.”
“What is she into? Do you know? Maybe she likes something we can work with. How about just a short piece where I film her eating an ice cream cone in just her bra and panties? That could work, and it is so suggestive without there being any actual sex or anything.”
“Okay, let me try this in a different way… how about you ask her before you say no? What I’m saying here is that you’re not her keeper. Don’t piss me off here or I might put your letters in the wrong box by mistake and I’m guessing that would be a problem for you.”
“Okay,” I sighed. “I will ask her, but if she says no will you back off?”
“Well, you just tell her that when she comes to pick up her mail next time that she should come and talk to Leo the clerk. Tell her I can sweeten the deal.”
“Sure, okay, whatever, I’ll tell her, but I’m telling you right now she’s going to say no.”
“Cross that bridge when we get there.”
I couldn’t believe Leo’s audacity and when I walked out of the post office I was very annoyed. I was also starting to get very tired of constantly having an erection, and started to think my meeting with Doctor Love had been a mistake, but whenever I emailed a report to Erica about how many times I’d masturbated that day while thinking about her and seeing her pleased responses, I realized it was a sacrifice I had to make.
Kissing Erica’s foot in the hospital had been the most exciting and sexually fulfilling even of my life. I revisited it every day in my head, constantly, and when I masturbated it was all I could think about. It felt so good to have her gorgeous foot right there in front of my face, the smooth skin gliding across my lips, her succulent toes right there in front of me begging to be sucked. The memory itself was overwhelming.
I was nervous about dinner, partly because I was worried about how I would behave with Erica in front of Mike, but also because of the weird date I was being set up on with Gary. It was a hell of a length to go to for a cover story. Letting Mike think I was gay was one thing. That didn’t bother me. Having to lead some guy on and let him think I was a prospective partner was an unsettling prospect.
But, I reminded myself, I was doing it for Erica and I would do anything for Erica.
I arrived before Gary. I brought a bottle of wine that I found in a gas ataşehir escort station convenience store and a box of graham crackers. Erica thanked me for them while Mike shook his head at me. While Erica brought my gifts into the kitchen, Mike pulled me aside.
“I thought you might have a little more class than that,” he said. “Graham crackers and the cheapest bottle of wine you could find? Are you homeless or something?”
“I didn’t have much time to shop,” I explained. “I spent most of the day taking care of personal business,” I told him, meaning I had been constantly masturbating while thinking about his girlfriend all day, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Did you really tell some clerk at the post office that you’d ask Erica if she wanted to be in his homemade porn movies?”
I laughed nervously. “The guy was a weirdo. He insisted I ask her and wouldn’t let it go, so I said I would ask but I was sure she would say no.”
Erica came back from the kitchen. She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, but said she hadn’t had time to change for dinner. Mike was wearing a suit jacket and tie. He told me he’d just come home from the office, and that he hadn’t changed because Erica said she thought they should dress up for dinner.
“I wore a sweater and khakis,” I told him.
“Yeah, we can see that.”
When Erica went to change, the doorbell rang. Gary had arrived. Mike let him in, talked to him as old friends do, and took the six-pack of loose Budweiser cans Gary had brought and took them to the kitchen.
“You must be Keith,” Gary said. “You’re slightly less handsome than Erica claimed you were.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “She must have a high opinion of me.”
“Not really,” said Gary snidely. “She’s says you’re a pussy and if I banged you then you’d probably do anything I said.”
“I wasn’t even going to bother to come. The last thing I need in my life is another wimpy boyfriend, but the well has been dry for almost a year now and I need to get my dick sucked at some point before New Year’s Eve.”
I stood frozen, my jaw falling almost to the floor.
“Ah, Gary, you’re here,” Erica beamed as she strutted out into the living room in a black dress that came down to just above her knees and the high-heeled shoes she had sent me a picture of. I had trouble looking away but had to before Mike returned or Gary noticed.
“I love your shoes,” I told Erica, trying to cover in case anyone had noticed me staring at her feet.
“Thank you, Keith. I just bought them recently. This is my first time wearing them.”
“Well, they look great on you, and you look great, and I don’t know, it is great to be here,” I said, finding myself sweating nervously as I stood in my sweater and khakis trying not to stare at Erica.
“Keith, why don’t you give me a hand in the kitchen,” Erica said. “You boys go sit down in the living room and talk about whatever you guys talk about.”
They went to the living room while I followed Erica into the kitchen. Once I was sure they were out of earshot, I turned to Erica and quietly said, “Miss Erica you look so beautiful tonight.”
“I want you to jack off before we bring the hors d’oeuvres out. Do you think you can do that for me?”
“Yes, Miss Erica, of course, anything for you.”
“Sit down at the table,” she told me and motioned towards the kitchen table. “I want to tell you something.”
I sat down and she sat down on the chair beside me.
“The other day at the hospital when you kissed my foot, well that was nice, but the thing is, my other foot is jealous of the attention and was wondering if you might be willing to kiss it as well.”
“Of course, Miss Erica,” I said, breathing heavily to the point of panting.
“Now here’s the thing. This is very dangerous, but the boys always end up talking about work and sports and all that crap so there is very little chance they will come into the kitchen and catch us. Now, I don’t know about you, but danger really gets me hot, you know what I mean?”
“I’ll do anything to please you, Miss Erica.”
“Stand up and take off your pants,” she told me. “Take off your shoes, your socks, your shirt, everything you’re wearing.”
I looked around nervously, hearing Mike and Gary talking in the other room, and froze.
“You know, if you aren’t willing to do what it takes to please me, I’m sure I can find someone else who will,” Erica said and held out her foot with her shoe dangling from it by her toes.
I was shaking, panting and sweating as I tried to quickly get undressed, looking over towards the hallway that led to the living room and listening to make sure Mike and Gary were still preoccupied with their conversation.
When I was finally completely naked, my four inch cock fully erect, Erica smiled and told me to get on my knees in front of her.
I slowly slid down to the floor and knelt in front of Erica, my eyes going back and forth between her feet and legs and the hallway that led to kadıköy escort the living room.
“Look up at me, monkey boy,” Erica said. “Look up into my eyes.”
I looked up cautiously, and as I was about to look towards the hallway again, Erica snapped at me, “Keep your eyes on me, Keith, fuck what’s going on in the other room. Look into my eyes and tell me how much you love me.”
“I love you with all my heart,” I told Erica as I looked into her eyes and found myself tearing up. “I love you more than anything.”
“Now jerk it for me,” she said with a smile.
She looked away, checking down the hallway herself, so I broke eye contact and let my attention drift downwards. She was sitting at the table with her legs crossed, her right calf in front of me, so long and smooth with the calf muscle spread out from behind by the knee of her left leg. I was beating my meat hard and fast, trying not to make any noise that would be heard in the other room.
“You have the most beautiful legs in the universe,” I told her as sweat rolled down my forehead and I jerked as fast as I possibly could.
Erica only needed to stretch her leg a few inches before the big toe on her right foot touched the tip of my stiff cock. I let out a moan, trying to be as quiet as possible, but my cock had touched Erica’s foot. It was the most incredible moment of my life.
I came like a geyser two or three seconds after her toe gently brushed back and forth across the head of my cock. I grabbed the table and held on as I felt like I was having a seizure, my body bucking and my legs flapping around uncontrollably, tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing.
“Damn, monkey boy, I thought you would like that, but damn,” Erica said, laughing and looking pleased with herself. “Hurry now, go take all your clothes in the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up for dinner.”
At dinner, the conversation was very low key until Erica threw a curve ball and asked, “So, Keith, what do you think of Gary?”
I paused to consider my response and said, “Gary’s nice.”
“What do you think, Gary? Do you think we could make a love connection here?” she asked Gary.
“Do you give good head, Keith?” Gary asked, causing Mike to choke on a forkful of food. “I’m only saying, because I like getting head at least twice a day.”
“Who doesn’t,” Mike laughed once he regained his composure. Then he looked over at Erica and winked, “A man who gets his cock sucked twice a day is a happy man.”
The exchange left me feeling extremely uncomfortable. Between Gary asking if I would suck his dick and Mike all but announcing that Erica sucked his very regularly, I was left not knowing what to say or how to react.
“Have you ever had a one night stand?” Erica asked me before taking a sip from her wine glass.
“Sure, I guess, one time or another,” I stammered. “I guess I’m looking for something more than that right now,” I added while looking at Erica. “I’m looking for someone who I can love with all my heart and give myself to completely.”
“That’s a load of crap,” sneered Gary. “There ain’t no such thing as true love, just people saying shit and making themselves believe in shit to justify whatever the fuck they do.”
“Aren’t you the cynic tonight,” Erica told Gary. “Well, I’m a believer, and while I don’t know if I can love someone with all my heart and give myself to completely, I know it happens,” she said after looking towards me.
“You don’t love me with all your heart?” Mike asked her.
“Well, honey, you haven’t exactly made your feelings known to me. You can sit here at dinner and brag about how I suck your cock, but I don’t think you’ve ever really told me that you love me.”
“Of course I love you,” Mike muttered unconvincingly.
“You never say it like you mean it,” she muttered back. “Maybe I want something more than just great sex and a guy who looks good in a suit.”
“Look, baby, I know you went through some serious shit with the assault at the tennis club, and I know you probably have a lot of shit to work out and you are just venting—”
“Fuck you, Mike,” Erica spat. “You know what, I am going to go out and find me a guy who actually loves and respects me. How about that?”
Mike threw up his arms and sighed. “Yeah, whatever princess, go out and find Prince Charming or whatever pipe dream you’re smoking on today. Life will go on without you.”
Erica pushed her chair back from the table and walked angrily to the kitchen. I could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes and I got up and followed her.
“That was pretty terrible dude,” I heard Gary say as I left the room.
“I don’t care,” Mike said. “I can never do enough for that woman.”
I found Erica in the kitchen crying at the table and I walked quietly towards her and kept my distance. I muttered something about “Is there anything I can do?” as I considered the absurdity of the situation. Was I really going to try to comfort Erica after whatever it was her and Mike were saying bostancı escort bayan to each other.
“You could find me another man,” she said with a slight laugh.
I just stared blankly, feeling hurt by her remark.
“Keith, come on, you know you can never be my man. I love what we have, but I don’t know, it doesn’t matter anyway, I have these fights with Mike all the time and we always kiss and make up.”
“I love you Erica,” I said in the strongest voice I could muster. “I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. Do you want me to show some balls? I will go out there right now and tell those two that I love you and I want to be with you. If Mike wants to punch me in the face, I don’t care. All I want is to be with you, whatever that means is fine with me, as long as we are together in some way.”
“You can’t do that,” Erica said, wiping away her tears. “This will blow over. Maybe you should just go home.”
I turned around and marched to the dining room and stood up tall at the head of the table. “Mike, I am in love with your girlfriend. I’ve been in love with her since the day I met her, but I knew she was with you and she said she was happy, but I don’t think she is. I don’t think you love her. I think you just like having her around because she’s beautiful and apparently great in bed. If you want to punch me in the face, I don’t blame you, go right ahead and do your worst.”
There was silence until Gary said, “I knew you weren’t gay.”
“I’m not,” I replied. “I just said that so Erica would invite me over.”
“Well, this is a shit storm, isn’t it,” Gary snickered. “I should probably get the fuck out of here.”
Mike stood up and threw his silverware on the table. “Come on, Gary, let’s go get a beer or six. Let the two lovebirds get to know each other a little better. I’m done with this bullshit.”
I stood tall, watching as Gary and Mike walked out the door together. I kept standing where I was until I heard a car start and pull away.
“Well, that was complete crazy,” Erica said after slowly walking into the room and looking at me from the other side of the table.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked.
Erica sighed. “I’m honestly shocked, so I don’t know the answer to that question right now. I can’t believe you actually did that.”
“He walked out on you instead of throwing me out,” I told her. “Doesn’t that tell you something about him?”
“It doesn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know, but it does confirm it.”
“Do you want me to leave?” I asked her.
“You really should,” she said. “I don’t know what I’m going to do and I need some time to myself to think about it.”
“Okay,” I said. “You know where to find me if you need me.”
“I’ve cheated on him,” Erica blurted out as I got close to the door. “Not just once but multiple times. What we did together was me cheating on him again, getting something I wanted from a man that he couldn’t give me.”
“I would worship you for all eternity if you let me,” I told her. “If other men could fulfill needs you have that I can’t satisfy, then I would be fine with that. I just wish you loved me half as much as I love you, or even if you loved me at all.”
I walked out the door and drove off into the night.
I drove around in circles around the city for the next two hours trying to clear my head and focus my thoughts. I’d probably lost Erica forever. I was happy being completely submissive to her. It was what I wanted. I knew she didn’t see me the way she saw other men, and I was fine with that. No matter how many lovers she’d had, I was sure none of them was as devoted to her as I was.
When I got back to my motel I got out of the car with my head hung low, sensing that my life was going to go back to being empty and depressing.
Then I saw Erica, sitting on the hood of her car and watching me.
“Hey stranger,” she said. “Is there anywhere around here a girl can get a good foot massage? I’ve had a rough night.”
I dropped my keys on the ground and had to fumble around in the dark to find them again while stuttering out a response.
“I can, you know, probably, like, you know, help you with that,” I said before finally finding my keys and standing back up to find Erica in her tennis shorts and sneakers standing over me.
“You are so adorable sometimes,” she said. “This is your favorite outfit, isn’t it? Pink shorts and legs that go all the way up?”
“Yes, Miss Erica, it was the outfit you wore when I first fell in love with you.”
“Are you going to invite me inside your room, monkey boy?”
“Would you like to come inside, Miss Erica?” I asked with a nervous smile.
“Lead the way.”
We got inside and I dropped my keys again, overcome with nervous excitement about Erica coming to see me and being in my place with her gorgeous tanned legs. I knocked several things over as I cleared space on the chair by the window so she could sit down.
“How about if I sit on the bed, is that okay?” she asked.
“You can sit anywhere you like,” I said.
“So, tell me, what would my life be like if I was your girlfriend? I think you’d need to get a real apartment for starters.”
“I’ve been working on that,” I told her, “but I would work harder for you.”
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