Sasha's Dilemma (6 page)

“Look, Josh, you’re a
nice guy, but you have women falling out your pockets. And not only
that, but I have a lot going on with school right now. I don’t
think it’s a good time to get involved with anyone.” He’s
laughing by the time I finish my speech.

“What?”

“Well, that doesn’t
seem to be an issue where Dylan is concerned?”

“That’s none of your
business. I work with him and he is a friend.” I’m
furious now, and he just keeps on smiling, which makes me even
angrier.

“A friend you kiss. Why
didn’t you say being your friend came with benefits? We could
have forgotten all this small talk and gotten straight down to
business.”

“FUCK YOU!” I scream
at him and start to walk away. He grabs me by the arm and turns me
around. His lips press firmly to mine. At first, I’m angry and
just want to smack him, but then he is kissing me. I get goose bumps
all over my body. He sure does know how to kiss and I melt into him.
I forget all about being angry with him. As my body responds to his
touch, he pulls me closer so I can feel him against my stomach. I’m
instantly clenching my thighs. He just gets me so worked up that my
body has a mind of its own.

It feels like we have been kissing
for ages when I remember I am angry with him. Breathless, I pull
away. I can’t help but touch my bottom lip. It’s tingling
like crazy from that panty-dropping kiss. I look up and it’s
clear he wasn’t expecting it to get that heated either. He
makes me so confused; he is acting like he wasn’t expecting a
kiss like that. I turn and walk away before he realises what
happened. I don’t like having these mixed feelings for him.
I’ve never wanted to fall in love, that’s for fools with
no self-preservation. I’ve seen it too much in my life from my
mother. I don’t want to be alone, but I just want a casual
relationship, nothing serious. I just want a career and a happy life.
By the way the
butterflies go off
in my belly when I’m near him, I know it’s going to be
more than a benefits kind of relationship. I can see it when he looks
at me.

*****

I’m getting ready for my
shift at the hospital when Lola comes home from her job as a
teacher’s aide at the school.

“So, you didn’t come
home last night. You got lucky, huh?” she asks, flopping down
on my bed.

“No, Lola, I didn’t
get lucky. Josh and I watched a movie and fell asleep.” I
really don’t want to explain myself to her at this moment.

“You are so not going there,
are you? He’s a total man-whore, Sash.”

“Lola, I know. Stop
lecturing me; I’m getting sick of it. If I wanted your opinion,
I would ask.”

“All right, smartass, but if
he hurts you, I will hunt him down, chop off his balls, and then feed
them to him, get me?”

“Yes, Lola, loud and clear,
you will rip his balls off.”

“Good girl.”

I can’t help reliving Josh’s
kiss as I shower. Just the thought of it has me wet. The water is hot
on my back and I imagine all the amazing things he could do to me
with his talented tongue. I mentally slap myself. I have to stop
thinking about it; I don’t need to be all worked up going to
work.

Dylan spots me as soon as I get
into work. He walks straight up to me, grabs my hand, and pulls me
into a supply closet. I’m surprised he pulls me in. I’m
not sure what to expect from him; he isn’t as straight forward
as Josh. Immediately, his lips are on mine. He’s a good kisser,
just nothing compared to Josh. I mentally slap myself again for
thinking about him when another man is kissing me. I’ve got to
put him out of my mind completely. I can’t allow myself to fall
for him. Dylan would be the safer option. He is more stable, easier
to talk to. I know he wouldn’t push me for something I wouldn’t
want.

I put my all into the kiss, and
grab his hair for a little more force. He grunts in response and
pulls me closer so our bodies are flush against each other. After
some time we both come up for air. He’s smiling, as he rests
his forehead on mine.

“I’ve needed that all
day, Sash. God, I’ve missed seeing your pretty face,” he
whispers in his sexy voice.

I know he is the logical choice
between the two men in my life. He is a man you settle down with and
have kids, make the perfect life. Not that I’m looking for
something like that right now, and probably never will. At that line
of thinking, my mind drifts back to Josh. I don’t understand
how he has gotten under my skin so much.

“So, would you be interested
in going out on a real date with me?”

“Yeah, when would you like
to go?” I answer him in an unsure voice.

“Well, I have tomorrow night
off, if you’re free.”

His arms are still wrapped around
my waist. He leans down and starts kissing my neck. He is distracting
me so much I can’t seem to form an answer. Suddenly, there is
knock on the door. I jump and pull away from him. He looks a bit hurt
at my actions, but he has to understand that we both work here. I
can’t risk my job or reputation in this hospital.

“Sasha, it’s just me.
One of the nurses
is looking for you.” I hear Rose whisper through the closed
door.

“Thanks, Rose. I’ll
just be a sec.” I start to straighten out my appearance and
look up to see he is watching me.

“So, are you free?”
Dylan quietly asks me again.

“Yeah, sure. Would you like
to meet me somewhere?”

“No, I’ll come get
you. I’ll pick you up at seven. Before I leave today, I’ll
get your address from you. ” He leans in and gives me another
passionate kiss before opening the door and leaving. I have to take a
moment to gather myself together before I can walk out. Rose
immediately comes bouncing up to me.

“OMG, are you and Mr Good
Looking together?”

“No, Rose, we are just going
out on a casual date tomorrow.”

“Oh, make sure you tell me
all the juicy details at work on Monday,” she squeals in
excitement.

“Will do,” I assure
her with a wink.

I let Lola
help me pick an
outfit for my date because I have no idea where we’re going.
I’m guessing a restaurant, but he never would tell me anything.

“So, you excited for
tonight? Dylan seems like a nice guy,” Lola asks hopefully.

I turn and stare at her. I know
she is trying to make a point that Josh is not the right man for me.
I don’t want to have this conversation with her again.

“Yes, I’m excited,”
I answer simply. “He should be here soon, so I’m gonna
finish my makeup.”

I turn and walk away. I don’t
want to listen to her tell me about how bad Josh is for me. I know
that already, but it doesn’t stop my mind from thinking about
him when I should be thinking about Dylan. I force myself to consider
all of Dylan’s attributes as I finish getting ready.

I hear Lola talking in the lounge
room. I guess Dylan has arrived. I check the clock; he is right on
time.

I take one more peek in the mirror
before I join them. He looks so good. I don’t why I had any
doubts about him. He’s all tall, tanned and glorious. He looks
like he just jumped out of a model magazine. I see him smile as he
takes in my short pink dress and silver heels. “Sasha, you look
lovely,” he tells me in his sexy voice as he leans down and
kisses me on the mouth. This kiss isn’t passionate like
yesterday, but sweet and pleasant just the same. I notice Lola behind
him, giving me the thumbs up. She can be such a tool sometimes.

We have a glass of wine with Lola
before we go out. As we get up to leave, Lola whispers in my ear,
“You so need to hit that and lock it up, ‘cause he is
mighty fine, girlfriend.”

I smile because I know she’s
right. He is a great catch, so why can’t I stop thinking about
someone who isn’t so right for me?

Dylan takes me to a restaurant
overlooking the lake. It’s gorgeous. He orders us each a
different three-course meal; he says it’s so we can try
everything.

We start off with small talk
and we chat about
Lola. He seems to like her. That’s a good thing because we’re
a package deal. It would never work out with someone who didn’t
like her. She is my other half. It’s been that way all our
lives, and I don’t see it changing anytime soon.

Dinner is lovely. A few times,
Dylan places soft touches on my thigh here and there. When his hand
became more insistent and higher up on my inner thigh, I begin to
feel tingles down below, and know it was time to go. The drive back
to my apartment is thick with tension.

Like a gentleman, he walks me to
my door. As I turn to invite him inside, his lips slam down on mine
and he’s kissing me. I groan in response. By this time, I’m
seriously worked up. I just wanna rip his clothes off and have him
right here. I break away; we need to get inside.

As soon as he enters, he picks me
up and carries me to the bedroom, kissing me the whole way there. We
make it to the bed and he kisses a trail down my neck to my breasts.
I am throbbing and need to feel him. I grind against him, creating a
bit of friction. I need something, anything.

He undoes my dress and frees my
boobs, taking one in his mouth while tweaking the other with his
fingers. My panties are getting soaked. I need more, so I sit up and
rip his shirt off. Wow, he certainly works out. His stomach is well
defined with muscles. He is completely stunning. I kiss his chest and
make my way down with my hands. He is still playing with my hard
nipples and it feels incredible. I push him back and pull his pants
and briefs down, freeing him. I want to touch him so badly right now.
He is glorious huge and well shaved. It’s standing there, all
glorious, waiting for me to touch it. I stand and drop my dress to
the ground. He looks up at me with hooded eyes, ready to devour me.
He grabs me by the waist, pulls me back down to him, and starts
kissing me again.

“I can’t wait any
longer, Sasha. I need you now,” his rough voice growls at me.

I nod my head in agreement. He
immediately takes control, rolling me so I’m lying on my back.
He starts with my nipples, sucking and nipping at them hungrily. His
hand snakes down my
belly and reaches
the spot where I’m throbbing the most. His finger slides in,
and he swears under his breath.

“Now, I need you now,”
he says again, more urgently in a husky voice. Ever so slowly, he
positions himself at my entrance and thrusts in. All I can do is moan
in pleasure. He starts kissing me again while firmly thrusting in and
out of me. I grab hold of my boobs and start squeezing my nipples. We
go at it for a while and it’s freaking fantastic. When he’s
done, he collapses on top of me, breathing heavy, but careful not to
put his full weight on top of me. We’re both breathing heavily.
He takes a minute to catch his breath before breaking the silence.
“Was not expecting that,” he says as he starts kissing me
again. “God, Sasha, you are so incredible.”

“You’re not so bad
yourself,” I add with a wink and get up to go to the bathroom
to clean myself up. When I get back in the room, he is asleep on my
bed. I throw on an old t-shirt and climb in. Even as he sleeps, he
pulls me close and cuddles me. I drift off to sleep feeling content.

I wake in the morning to find an
empty bed, but when I roll over, I find a note.

Got called into work. You
looked so peaceful sleeping; I didn’t want to wake you. I’ve
written down my phone number. Text me when you wake up. I can’t
wait to see you again,

Dylan

I smile at the note. How nice of
him. He really is one of the good guys. I get out of bed and make
myself a coffee. Soon after, Lola and Blake walk through the door.

“Hey, guys,” I
cheerfully greet them.

Blake comes over, kisses me on the
cheek, and heads to Lola’s room, giving us some privacy.

“So, tell me, how was the
date? Did you get lucky? Give me the details, no hold up; actually,
don’t tell me. I don’t wanna hear how you get off. TMI.
Anyway, was it good?”

I laugh at her. She can’t
help herself. She needs to know everything.

“Yes, Lola, he was a true
gentleman. He opened car doors for me, pulled my chair out, paid for
dinner, and made me come,” I answer with a smirk.

“Wahoo! High five, sister.”
She holds her hand up like a five year old, and I can’t help
but laugh. I slap her hand for good measure and she saunters off,
yelling back at me, “Now, sissy, it’s my turn to come.”
She walks off laughing.

While the kettle is boiling, I
realise haven’t checked my phone since yesterday. I grab it and
see there are a few messages. I open the first one and it’s
from Josh.

Stallion:

You can’t just walk off,

Sash. We were talking.

I’m sorry for being an

ass, but you make me so

frustrated.

Stallion:

Are you ignoring me?

Stallion:

If you don’t reply soon,
I’ll

come over there and spank

your ass for good measure.

Stallion:

Come on, beautiful,

I’m sorry!!! Please
reply.

Wow, now I feel like an ass. I
reply to his text before he actually follows through and comes over
here this early in the morning.

Me:

Hey, sorry, didn’t know

where my phone was.

Just saw your texts.

He replies straight away. I head
back into the kitchen while reading his text.

Stallion:

Sooo, wanna go out

for dinner with me,

so I can apologise for

being an ass to u?

I won’t promise I’ll be on

my best behaviour though ;-)

What do I say? There is definitely
something going on between Dylan and me, but I can’t deny I
have feeling for Josh. I mean, who couldn’t? He’s one of
those guys that walk into a room and all eyes are on him. I’m
sure even the happily married women can’t help drooling over
him. I decide to not answer straight away; instead, I text Dylan to
thank him. He texts me back within five minutes.