January: A Dear Diary Short Story (Dear Diary Short Stories Book 1) Read Online Free

Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him. Relaxing my tongue, I take him to the back of my throat. Soon, he’s thrusting into my mouth as I suck and stroke. I want him to get off, but I also want to fuck him.
    I’m not quite certain if he’s interested in fucking me or just trading oral.
    With one final slurp, I release him. He looks down at me with a strained face. I smile. “Do you want to fuck me, Julien?”
    He looks taken aback. “Yes, of course I want to fuck you. But we don’t have to… not just now.”
    I think about it. “What if I want to right now? Are you down for that?”
    He settles onto his heels as his cock glistens from my saliva, inches from my face. He grins and leans down. Reaching into his back pocket, he grabs his wallet and removes a condom. Tearing it open he removes it and rolls it on. I watch in rapt fascination.
    Once he’s sheathed, I pull him over to the couch. He grabs my upper arms and pulls me to a standing position before turning me and pushing me over onto the couch. Positioning himself behind me, he nudges my opening. I’m drenched and aching for him. He rubs the head over my clit a couple of times and I groan and snap out, “Stop teasing me. Get in! I want you to fuck me. Now!”
    He chuckles and holds my hips before he drives himself into me to the hilt. I jerk with the force of his thrust. Soon, I’m matching him thrust for thrust and pressing back against him as he pounds into me. We’re both loud and vocal in the quiet of the gallery.
    Reaching down, I play with my clit as he pounds me and finally I once again start to shake. His thrusts get even harder and he soon follows suit.
    As he shouts out with his climax, I hear the chime from the back door. Looking at him quickly, I laugh and say, “Shit. That’s the janitor. He’s doing the floors for tomorrow.”
    Julien laughs along with me and scrambles to find all of our clothes. We quickly right our clothes and I stuff my panties into my fist just as the janitor walks in. He stops with a start as he sees us in the room. “Excuse me. I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone was here. I’m just going to start on the floors if that’s ok.”
    I nod and try to smother my laugh. “Of course. We were just going over a few things for tomorrow. We’re heading out now. Goodnight.”
    He nods and looks at us curiously but doesn’t comment as we quickly exit the room. I head to the back and quickly grab my purse and Julien and I exit through the front doors.
    As we get outside, we both burst into laughter at almost getting caught.

 
     
     
     
    JULIEN WRAPS HIS ARM AROUND my waist as we walk back toward the coffee shop and the vicinity of our homes. I’m staying silent because honestly, I have no idea what to say. I just fucked the object of my infatuation at my place of business and we’ve never even gone on a date. What’s the protocol for that?
    Shit. What now? Do I go home? Do I follow him to his house? Do I mention the fact that we just has sex at the gallery? Do I stay silent? What the hell am I supposed to do here?
    You just fucked, Julien! And it was goooood! But you don’t know him. Not really. Is he even single?
    Shit. Shit. Shit.
    There’s a reason I don’t deal with this shit. I don’t know how to handle it!
    He asked me out though. Would he have asked me out if he wasn’t single? Don’t be a dolt, Ramsee! Of course he would have. Some dudes don’t care about that shit.
    And you fucked him. Shit! What if I just had sex with someone else’s man!?
    Julien finally breaks the silence. “Ramsee…” He stops walking and I’m forced to stop walking, too.
    I look up with apprehension. Is this where he’s going to tell me that he has a girlfriend? A wife? Shit! A boyfriend?!
    He chuckles. “I can read your face, you know?” I shake my head in denial. He leans down and stops right in front of my face. He taps my nose. “I can. I can tell exactly what you’re thinking right now. Just like I could tell what you were