“Brad,” said a blonde with green eyes, walking towards me at the mall on Friday night. Her raised eyebrows and curled lips told me that Brad had given it to her just the way she wanted it.
I quickly looked over my shoulder to make sure that she wasn’t talking to someone behind me. Nobody was there. Who the hell is Brad?
I thought about telling her that I’m not Brad, but the 6-month dry spell made me reconsider it.
“Hey, you,” I said, smiling and opening my arms.
She put her arms around my back and whiffed my neck. “You still smell as good as ever.”
She pulled back, and we gazed in each other’s eyes, our lips centimetres apart.
I thought about kissing her, but I had to find out the dynamic of her relationship with Brad first. “What you been up to?” I asked.
“Work, gym, home, repeat.” She kept smiling, then grabbed my forearm and ran her hand up to my bicep. “I see you still got your muscles.”
I figured she met Brad at the gym.
“Ya, I’ve been working out. How’s your training?”
“Good. I haven’t seen you at the gym since our night together.”
I looked up, searching for a witty response. “I’ve been busy with work as well.”
“Oh, so you found a job?”
Man, this Brad guy must’ve been a stud in bed. He didn’t even have a job when she met him and she’s still obsessing about him.
“Yes, I’m actually a personal trainer now at Get Fit. That’s why you haven’t seen me at your gym.”
She nodded and smiled. “Awesome, man. Good for you.” She lowered her eyes to my chest and abs. “You’re looking really good,” she added.
“Thanks. Appreciate it. Where you off to?”
She pursed her lips and shook her head. “Nowhere in particular.”
“Let’s go for a drink.”
Her eyes and smile widened. “Ya. Sounds good.”
At the bar while she spoke about her job, I wondered how it was possible that she believed I was Brad. Either I had a striking resemblance to him or she was a nut job.
“I had one of those episodes again,” she said.
I frowned. “What episodes?”
“Remember on our date I told you that I passed out once on my way home from work while driving and ended up in a ditch? And when I woke up, I had a massive bump on my head and didn’t know where I was?”
“Oh, right. Are you okay? Hope it wasn’t as bad this time.”
“I didn’t get physically hurt, but it took a toll on me emotionally. Should’ve taken my meds.” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m scared it might happen again and I won’t wake up.”
I rubbed her arm. “Hey, don’t think like that. You’re not going anywhere. What would I do without you?”
Her pressed lips curled, and she grabbed my other hand and squeezed it. “Brad, you’re such a sweetheart. No wonder I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
We locked eyes for a few seconds. “You wanna get out of here?” I asked.
Her smile broadened. “Sure. Let me just quickly run off to the loo.”
I watched her walk into the bathroom and then saw her phone on the bar. Something about her phone made me curious, and my hand felt possessed as it extended. I looked over my shoulder to make sure the coast was clear.
I browsed through her gallery and saw a picture of her with some guy. As it filled the screen, I smiled, seeing headshots of her with a guy who looked similar to me. Most of his facial features resembled mine, but a mentally stable person could tell us apart. The pillows behind them gave away that she had taken the picture in the morning after sex.
I dropped the phone onto the bar as I heard the bathroom door creak. She walked up from behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. “I’m ready.”
At the hotel room, I grabbed her wrist after she shut the door and pulled her towards me. Our chests pressed against each other, and I put my hands on her lower back and pulled her up. She sprung up, wrapping her legs around me, and my hands were on her ass.
Our tongues twirled around each other as I carried her to the bed, my eyes open.
I slammed her onto the bed and fell on top of her. She giggled and raised her leg up my back, the other hooked onto my right leg.
I groped her mouth, eager to stick my tongue in deeper. She ran her fingers through my hair in all directions, making it dishevelled. That told me she liked it rough and I would have to outperform Brad if she were to remember me.
I pressed her shoulders as I pulled back, looking at her vehemently. She cracked a smile, probably anticipating a hard bang.
As I stood up, she sat up and unzipped my pants. It took two seconds for her to unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down. She whipped out my cock and groped it.
I exhaled, my satisfaction reaching her ears. She looked up at me and smiled, my cock still in her mouth. I loved it when dirty girls looked up at me with my cock in their mouths. Something about the look in their eyes made it so kinky. I bit my bottom lip as I thought about giving it to her in her ass. She seemed like the type who would take it.
“Turn around,” I said.
I enjoyed the blowjob, but I couldn’t wait any longer to feel my dick in her tight ass.
She got on her hands and knees on the bed, her bum perking up at the edge of the bed. I rubbed her pussy and licked my lips. Her little bum looked so cute, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her anus.
I pressed my tip against her anus to see if she would say anything. Her head dropped, and her hair covered her face. I was convinced she knew what was coming and didn’t mind.
My tip slowly slipped into her ass. I felt her body tighten as she grunted. I stopped for a few seconds and then shoved it in further. She clenched the sheets and raised her shoulders, her head bowed.
Her ass was tighter than I thought. I penetrated slowly, and she groaned. A wicked smile appeared on my face, thinking about pounding her hard anally.
I grabbed her small waist and thrust faster. Her screams loudened, a mixture of pleasure and pain. I knew she needed some time to adjust to the more rapid pace, so I kept it up for some time.
She raised her head and screamed. I grabbed her hair and pulled it. I banged her faster, and several screams shot out of her mouth consecutively. My eyes lowered to her ass. I spanked her right cheek and kept drilling her. It felt like her whole body trembled as she sputtered screams.
Her satisfaction motivated me to keep up the aggressive pounding for some time. I felt her anus stretch, making me feel I had done a good job.
“Come suck here,” I said.
I pulled my dick out of her ass. She turned around and sat on the bed. I rattled the tip of my dick on her lips and then shoved my dick into her mouth. Ass to mouth was something I had seen only in porn, but this freaky whore honoured me with the experience.
After sucking my dick for a few minutes, she got on her knees and sucked my balls while jerking me off. I closed my eyes and curled my lips. Man, this girl knows what she’s doing. She’s a freak. Just the way I like ’em.
She rubbed my anus with her middle finger while sucking my balls. That was something I hadn’t felt before. My lips parted as I exhaled more lust.
“Oh, man. I’m gonna cum.”
She put her face in front of my dick and smiled. My forehead wrinkled, and my eyebrows neared as my load shot out. I groaned and came on her face. She closed her eyes and kept smiling as my cum splattered on her nose.
I fetched a towel and wiped the cum off her face, then got dressed.
Standing beside her car, I said, “This was great. We’ll definitely have to do it again.”
She smiled and hugged me.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her for the rest of the week. I didn’t even know her name, and our encounter was stranger than fiction.
She’s probably gonna call me. I mean, the sex was amazing, and she knows I want to see her again.
Three days later, she hadn’t called. I wanted her even more. She was the freak I had been looking for my whole life, and I could picture myself falling in love with her if the sex got wilder.
I remembered her telling me the name of her gym, so I went there every day for a week, at different times. She hadn’t shown up. I wanted to ask the friendly lady at reception for her number, but I didn’t even know her name. It’s not like the gym would divulge the personal information of its members.
I walked into the gym on Sunday afternoon. A woman at the squat rack had her back to me and looked familiar. I approached and looked at the mirror in front of her. It was her.
“Hey, you,” I said.
She looked over her shoulder and kept staring at me. The look in her eyes revealed that she had no idea who I was. “Can I help you?”
“It’s me, Brad.”
She frowned. “Okay.”
I realised that she might’ve thought I was a guy named Brad and introduced myself. “No, I mean, I’m Brad. The Brad that you know. We shacked up,” I smiled.
Her eyebrow furrowed, and she shook her head.
“How can you not remember me?”
“I know a Brad, but that’s not you. I admit that you look like him, but you’re not my Brad.”
“Did you maybe have another episode?”
Her shoulders and lip lowered. “Excuse me?”
“Look. You and I had sex. And it was amazing. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
The disgust she felt towards me revealed itself on her face. “I don’t know who you are, but you better get away from me.”
“Come on. I want you…”
She frowned. “You don’t even know my name, do you?” My eyes darted. “Clearly you have some mental issues you need to work through, ” she added.
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