11. Hit the right spot

Michael

            It was a slow day at my shop. No one entered for the last hour and in a way it was better like that. I was lost in my thoughts of the hottest girl I had ever met. Weekends were not busy, but this one would sure as hell be very boring. Partly because the weather was too hot and heavy for anyone to be outside and partly - Alex was away from me. Last night felt both great that she was so close and bad that I could not even touch her.

            I looked at the time on my phone and it was past 19 PM. How was it still so damn hot? I had air conditioner on, but I could see the road melting under the sun. The heat made it shift somehow like it was a mirage. It was too quiet. No cars, no people... only my loud thoughts, reminding me of how lonely I was.

            If it wasn't the mistake to fall in that damn trap, I could have been happy. Or maybe I wouldn't be here at all. I still couldn't believe how I let myself be played so hard. I was a fool! Naive idiot!

            And just like that I snapped out of my thoughts and turned the sign to "Closed". Then I went upstairs and left my clothes in a pile as I entered the shower. I try for the hundredth, no the thousandth time to wash away that bitch off myself as the water poured on my face. I would never forgive fate or God or whoever sent her my way. I wished I had never met her, never touched or kissed her.

            I should think of something else. Alex! She was the more powerful thought, but I couldn't have her... I sighed and turned off the shower.

            An hour later I thought of the same stuff and was even more bored. Nothing on TV would get my attention. I grabbed a book, hoping I could go past the first chapter this time... only to end up rereading sentences again and again until my phone rang with a message.

            "Hi there, my hero" - Alex

            What? What is she talking about? She was writing to me even thought I didn’t tell her anything to explain my weird behavior. I smiled and wrote back.

            "Hi. Are you drunk?" - Michael

            "What do you thik?" - Alex

            She was drunk again. That party girl! I grinned and go to lie down, resting my back on the bed.

            "You can't write 'think' correctly, so I must say you are." - Michael

            "You might look pefect, bu tyou are not perfect too." - Alex

            "I know. I am far from 'pefect'." - Michael

            I laughed and my voice sounded strange in the silence of my room. She was so quick to fix my mood.

            "Good." - Alex

            There was no other message in the next two minutes, and I was wondering if I should write more. Was she mad? Was I willing to stay away? It was just texting, right?

            "Soooo what are you up to?" - Alex

            "Nothing." - Michael

            "Are you maturbating?" - Alex

            What? I laughed again and typed fast.

            "No, are you?" - Michael

            "Might be. You can't know... cause you ar ethere." - Alex

            I looked around the room. Where was this going? Were we flirting on the phone, or did she wants me to go to the bar again... was it her the one who was writing to me?

            "Alex, is that you this time?" - Michael

            "Yes, not my cousin. Want proof?" - Alex

            I couldn’t stop smiling. I wanted all she was willing to give.

            "Yes!" - Michael

            Less than a minute later, she sent a picture. I opened it and… Oh... my! Damn she was hot! In the photo Alex was wearing a red bathing suit, showing every perfect curve of her body. I was not into fashion, but it did make a difference that the suit has many little ropes, twisted around her breasts. I felt myself getting hard and reached down into my pants to adjust my dignity.

            "You don't like what you see?" - Alex

            "Oh, I have my own proof that I do!" - Michael

            I was not sending her picture of that "proof". Or was I going to?

            "Do you?" - Alex

            "Not sending a picture." - Michael

            "I don't want pictres, I want th ereal thing!!!" - Alex

            Oh, Alex, I do too... I sighed, feeling the loneliness creeping in. It was so hard to keep my damn hands away from this woman. Only a few hours from now she was in my bed, damn she was under my shower... totally naked. I had to get out of my apartment to stop myself from going in to join her. I wanted her so much that it was suffocating me. When I saw her in that tiny black dress last night, my heart literally ached. It seemed to be getting worse with time. I would’ve ripped that bathing suit off her if she was here right now.

            "You are drunk. Also, you wouldn't think that if you knew my story." - Michael

            "I know you enouh to be suret hat whatever you say will not scare me!" - Alex

            She might have been writing badly because of the alcohol, but her words somehow hit the right spot and I gave up.

            "Where are you now?" - Michael

            "At a cabin near the lake. Watching Ethan and Clarissa eating each other’s faces." - Alex

            Oh, so it was a group thing. And there was another man, watching her dressed like that? Jealousy filled me, it didn’t matter that she was not mine. I had to keep others off her. Even if this 'Ethan' was with her cousin.

            "Do you want to take a walk?" - Michael

            "No!" - Alex

            Ouch!

            "I want you to come here for more than a walk." - Alex

            I swallow, knowing that I was about to do something that I had been so desperately avoiding all this time.

            "Send me the address." - Michael