“Make me come, Cayden,” she said. She reached down and began to play with her pussy. I began to fuck her rapidly. I wanted to come again, too, but I wanted her to come first. She threw her head back and closed her eyes.
“Oh, I’m coming,” she moaned. I fucked her faster, feeling my orgasm build up inside of me as well. As she finished, I began again. My orgasm was shorter than the first one, but just as intense. I rolled off her, completely exhausted.
“Holy shit,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever had back-to-back orgasms like that.”
I smiled. I was glad that I could provide her with her first experience. I hoped it wouldn’t be the first and last. I reached over and kissed her, wiping a small bead of sweat from her forehead.
“I am so glad that you came over tonight,” she said. I was glad. When I first showed up, she had seemed annoyed that I was there. Maybe it was something that I’d imagined. I’d to stop overanalyzing her. It was a bad habit of mine.
“I am glad that I did, too,” I said. She leaned into me, putting her head on my chest. I put my arm around her shoulder and closed my eyes. The room was dark and quiet. My body had wanted to stay, but my mind knew better. If I spent the night here, I wouldn’t get up in time for breakfast. I could not miss Saturday morning pancakes with Austin.
After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and sighed.
“Don’t be mad,” I told her. “But, I have to go.”
She raised her head to look at me.
“You can stay here if you want,” she said. “Mandy won’t mind.”
I shook my head.
“It’s not that,” I said. “You’ll probably laugh, but I have this silly tradition with my son on Saturday mornings. We make pancakes together. I’m terrible at it, but it’s something that we have done since he was very little. It’s kind of our thing.”
“That’s cute,” she said. “My dad and I used to have a similar tradition. He would take me and my sister to this diner down the street every Wednesday night. It was something I looked forward to every week for years. I totally understand the importance of family traditions.”
I pulled her closer to me. It seemed like every time I learned something about her, the more I fell for her. I loved that she was so understanding of my relationship with my son. Although I hadn’t dated after Layla, I’d heard horror stories from other single dads who were trying to date. One of my dad friends had a girl give him an ultimatum – her or his daughter. I think that was part of my fear of dating. I didn’t want to fall for someone who didn’t want Austin, too.
“Thank you for understanding,” I said, getting out of bed. I put my clothes back on as Tiffany watched me from the bed.
“Of course,” she said, yawning. “You’re a dad. Austin comes before I do, and he should. I’ll never get mad over something like that.”
I reached over and kissed her again.
“You’re amazing, do you know that?” I asked her. She blushed as she pulled the sheets over her naked body.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Cayden Lewis,” she said, closing her eyes. I could tell she was tired.
“Goodnight, Tiffany,” I said, zipping up my pants.
“Goodnight,” she mumbled, heading off to dreamland. I reached over one last time and kissed her forehead.
I walked out of her house, closing the door on my way out. I got into my car, thinking about the hot sex that we just had. Twice in one night. Not bad. Not only that, she completely understood my Austin situation. I was quickly falling for this girl.
“Great job, Tiffany,” Nikki came up to congratulate me after my first women’s empowerment meeting. I’d just spoken for an hour in front of fifteen of my co-workers. Although I was nervous, I’d to admit, it did go well for the first time. Tim wanted me to start off with two meetings a week and see where it went from there.
“Thank you,” I said, gathering some notes from the table in front of me. We’d had a general discussion about women in a male-dominated workplace. Despite being different ages and having different roles in the company, the women had similar concerns and ideas.
As the women began to leave the room, Cayden snuck in. As soon as we made eye contact, he smiled. I hadn’t seen him since Friday night, and memories of our hot sex session danced in my head.
“How did it go?” Cayden asked me. We had spoken on the phone about it last night. Cayden had calmed my fears about speaking publicly.
“Just speak from your heart,” he had told me. “You have something special, Tiffany. You can help other women find their confidence, too.”
“It went well,” I said. “We had a decent turnout, about fifteen women. It was a good discussion. I look forward to picking it up later this week.”
Cayden gave me a high-five.
“I told you that you had nothing to worry about,” he said. “Anyway, I’m also here to ask you if you would like to come over for dinner tonight? I thought I would make you something to celebrate your first day of leading this course.”
I smiled. Having someone make dinner for me sounded great. Brad never made me dinner, despite me always making him dinner. Then again, Brad didn’t reciprocate a lot of the things that I did for him, especially in the bedroom.
“Sure,” I responded. “That sounds great.”
“Awesome,” Cayden said. “I’ll text you directions to this grocery store near my place. We can meet there after work and get the ingredients that we need. Does that sound good?”
Cayden said goodbye and left the room. I watched him leave, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky. I’d a great man in my life, a dream job, and I was teaching other women to be more like me. How had I gotten here in such a short amount of time?
Work went by quickly. I’d a lot to do, between finishing up my fact checking position and transitioning into my writing position. Plus, we were all on a time crunch to get the holiday pieces finished and published before Christmas. There was a lot of stress, but I didn’t mind it. The stress made me work harder, eager to move up in the company. It would all be worth it.
In the afternoon, I started to move my belongings into the empty office next to Cayden. I wanted to pinch myself. My new office had a great view of the city. The office was spacious, much bigger than my own bedroom. I would need to get some plants and trinkets to fill up all the space.
After work, I drove to the grocery store by Cayden’s apartment. I wasn’t sure what he had planned for dinner, but I was craving some sort of Italian. My father was Italian, and the food always reminded me of him. Plus, I was a sucker for garlic bread.
“Hi, beautiful,” Cayden greeted me as I walked into the store. He leaned in and kissed me softly.
“Hey, handsome,” I returned the greeting. We grabbed a basket and walked into the store.
“What would you like for dinner?” Cayden asked. “I was thinking of shrimp scampi?”
“That sounds great,” I said. I’d barely had time to eat lunch earlier and my stomach was already growling. We walked down the aisles, picking up the ingredients that we would need.
“Do you have a good shrimp scampi recipe?” I asked him. He looked down.
“No,” he admitted sheepishly. “But, I do have the internet. I’m sure I can easily find a recipe on Pinterest. It can’t be that hard, right?”
“I may need to help you,” I winked at him.
We laughed as I grabbed a bag of shrimp. We were both in great moods, despite it being a Monday evening.
“This looks like everything,” Cayden said. We walked toward the front of the store with all the ingredients, plus a bottle of wine and tiramisu for dessert. I was excited for a delicious dinner, and hopefully an even better experience after dinner. My body needed Cayden, especially after my double orgasm on Friday night. I’d thought of it all weekend, even taking matters into my own hands a few times.
Cayden began to put the items on the check-out belt when he turned to me.
“Shit,” he said. “I forgot to grab some olive oil.”