part III
Conner
Victoria showed Chelsea her true colors. She knew that she would not be able to trust her around anyone from her past or present. Victoria did not know about Chelsea’s personal life, because Chelsea did not like to invite people in. She was the friend who would always lend an ear, give advice, but never open up. Victoria never asked questions, so Chelsea did not volunteer answers.
Chelsea did not make a scene that night and decided to just keep her mouth shut. She had been avoiding both Victoria and Eliza because she did not want to have to come between them. Even though Chelsea was the only reason the two were friends, she still knew that it was not her place to talk.
She was infuriated with Victoria, but knew that it was not the one who needed to chastise her. She was waiting for the right moment to tell Eliza. She really hoped that Matt would just come out and say it himself, but she knew that he was too much of a coward to do such a thing.
After a few days of hiding out and avoiding her friends, Chelsea decided to take some time for herself. Chelsea had become so involved with work that she had not taken time to take care of her personal needs. Her friends would call on her and she would help them in a minute, but felt that she was lacking a companion. She felt that she was becoming desperate to find her soul mate, but she did not want others to think so.
Chelsea had a long-term romantic partner named Conner. Conner was special, but not relationship worthy. In her eyes he was a fling, just that and nothing more. She wanted someone to use only for those moments of pleasure who lived about 150, or so, miles away. Whenever she was too lonely and wanted to be held, she would call on him and he would come running. She wanted him to be far enough away so that he would not get too attached, but close enough to come running whenever she called.
In Conner’s mind, he had the title of her boyfriend along with some benefits. She would comfort him by making him believe that there was no one else. It was true to some extent, but she only told others she had a boyfriend when she wanted to be left alone. Conner had been around for a few years, they did not talk about personal goals or interests, and lacked any chance of true commitment. Chelsea would tell men who she was not attracted to and women who thought she was alone that she had a boyfriend. The title kept her desirable to others. No one would want to fawn after a woman who no one else wanted.
Conner was not the brightest light bulb. He did not meet Chelsea’s standard of intelligence. He came along at a time when her confidence was low and she needed someone who she thought was beneath her. Conner was an ex-football player who may have been hit one too many times in the head, but he had a sweet personality. He treated Chelsea like a queen.
He was the perfect candidate for her elusiveness. When he played football he was not around much and during the off season, he was training. He would stop in to see her during his road games when the team was in town. His schedule did not allow for much more. He did not become attached and there was an understanding of the non-commitment arrangement.
He retired two years into things and began to show signs of wanting to define the relationship. Chelsea would avoid the topic at all costs, but it would only make him keep asking. She decided to give him the title, but encouraged him to stay where he was while continuing a long-termed relationship.
Conner tried to make it work, but began making pop-up visits. Chelsea had to configure an on-going lie to keep him home. She began infusing work, promotion potential, and a tireless boss into the equation. She occasioned the “too sick to do anything” clause and the “my time of the month” routine to keep him at bay. Eventually Conner agreed to Chelsea’s conditions understanding that if he did not schedule a visit he would not see her for the entire weekend.
It had been three months since Chelsea last saw Conner. She sat at home contemplating on whether it was worth it for her to call him or if she could do better alone. She went back and forth for some time then decided that she could call on him one last time. Conner was to her like kryptonite is to superman. Instead of getting weaker, she felt dumber every moment that she was with him. His only benefit was his body. He had the body of a sculpture with muscular definition that hit every corner and crevice of his contour. He was built like a god. Plus he was endowed with a special package of which Chelsea could not resist.
She called him and made plans for him to spend the weekend with her. A weekend was a long time to spend with someone who one would not be able to have a conversation with. Chelsea wanted to reconsider, but she already said the words. Recanting on her words would only ruin the weekend or possible future chances at him coming. She decided that she would let him believe that they will have a special retreat. She booked a suite at the Marriott downtown and told him what room number. As long as he was at a hotel, she could get away from him whenever she wanted without the feeling of being trapped.
Conner took the bait, as she knew he would. He arrived promptly at six on Friday night. He came prepared for their rendezvous by bringing wine, flowers, and some massage oils. He asked for his key at the front desk and walked up to the room. There was a note for him on the bed that read:
“I had to run back to the office to take care of a few last minute details. I should be there around 8:00 PM. Order something to eat, I will probably have my assistant get me a sandwich while I am out. Can’t wait to see you.
Love, Chelsea”
Chelsea did not want to be trapped any earlier than she needed to. She did not have to return to work, but she wanted to make sure that he felt special. She also did not want to be back at the time that she said, she wanted to make him wait just a little longer. She went to Elliot’s Pub and decided to flirt a little. She knew that her weekend would be fun for a few hours while the passion lasted, but empty and dull for the remainder. She wanted time to make herself feel good before walking into the room and being made to converse with Conner.
Time seemed to slip away while she sat at the bar. Before she knew it, it was 11:00 PM. She figured that enough time had passed and she was ready to journey to the hotel. She stopped by her apartment and gathered her things. She packed light so that she could have another excuse to leave the next day.
She arrived at the room to find Conner laying on the bed watching a movie half sleep. She crawled into the bed and apologized for being so late. She asked him if he was sleepy. Conner ignored her. He was upset that she did not call and say she was going to be even later than she said before. Chelsea did not want to argue. She told Conner that her boss took the team out for drinks after work because he was proud of them and she lost track of time. She explained that she is up for promotion and can’t afford to turn her boss down.
Conner seemed to calm down some. Chelsea got out of the bed and stripped off her clothes leading toward the shower. Right before entering the bathroom, she turned to look back at Conner and asked him if he was coming. She turned around not waiting for his response.
As she readied the shower and stepped in, she could see Conner’s silhouette appearing larger as if he was approaching. She made room for him to enter and prepared her loofah and began to wash. As he stepped into the shower, she made sure that he stayed away and could only watch her as she lathered herself.
She slowly rubbed the loofah over her breasts, down her midriff into her pelvic area. She propped her leg up onto the edge of the tub and moved the loofah in a circular motion. With her other hand, she cupped her breast and squeezed it. She then turned around, handed Conner the loofah and instructed him to wash her back side slowly and gently. He moved closer and began to move the loofah across her back slowly making his way down her lower back to her round bottom.
Conner knelt down and kissed her bottom then rubbed his free hand through the crease between her cheeks. He slowly stood up and dropped the loofah pulling her close to him under the water stream. As the soap dripped off, he rubbed his hands on her back and around to her breasts. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her neck gently and sensually. He moved his hand around and down to her pelvic region. He cupped his hands to place two fingers inside of her wet lips.
She leaned forward and put her hands on the wall and pushed her bottom toward him. He used both hands and spread her cheeks kneeling down to taste her sweetness. He sat down on the floor of the tub and brought her body down to his. She mounted him facing toward him. Sitting ever so slowly onto his long thick penis. She exploded the moment the head entered her region. She embraced his endowment and moved causing extreme pleasure between the two.
They sat at the bottom of the tub, letting the water slide between their chests. The passion was heavy like two lovers reconnecting after the war. Chelsea did not want to admit it, but when she was in Conner’s arms, she felt a home. She tried to image Conner with his body, but someone else’s mind.
They moved from the shower to the bed. Conner was not ready to end things. He turned her over onto her chest and began to move his touch down her back down to her lower region. As she screamed of pleasure, he rose up to mount her bringing them both to a simultaneous climax.
Afterward, they laid in each other’s arms. Too exhausted to move. All cares were ceased at that moment. Chelsea was in awe and did not care if his IQ was not befitting. She wanted to remain in that moment forever.
The next morning, Chelsea was meeting up with Eliza and needed an excuse to leave Conner behind. She informed him that she was called into the office due to a mistake her assistant made with the paperwork for her presentation on Monday. She knew that it would work, but felt bad that she was leaving him alone once again.
She called for room service and prepared a massage and pedicure for him, which she knew would last a few hours. She met Eliza at her apartment and told her that Conner was in town. Chelsea always regretted the morning after with Conner. She knew that she was just using him.
Chelsea knew that he was not the one for her, but did not want him to know that. She did not want him to see other women and would make sure that he was tested prior to every visit. She did not want to be exposed to anything in case he did not abide by her rules. She made him send her a new report once every 30 days just to make sure that things were still OK down there.
Chelsea had one more night with Conner and wanted to end the relationship without breaking his heart. It was time for this to stop. She wanted something serious and Conner was not it, but the more she thought about breaking things off the more she thought about her needs. If she became involved with someone that she wanted to commit to, she did not want to give into fleshly pleasures for some time.
Chelsea believed that if a man really wanted to be with you, he would be able to hold out on sex for as long as the woman wanted. If he could not withstand the torture, then he was not the one. Her goal was to make it one year with no sex. Usually, she would get some from Conner to avoid the urge of breaking down with the person she was with. She hoped she would be able to find the one who would make it easier for her to break up with Conner.
Victoria showed Chelsea her true colors. She knew that she would not be able to trust her around anyone from her past or present. Victoria did not know about Chelsea’s personal life, because Chelsea did not like to invite people in. She was the friend who would always lend an ear, give advice, but never open up. Victoria never asked questions, so Chelsea did not volunteer answers.
Chelsea did not make a scene that night and decided to just keep her mouth shut. She had been avoiding both Victoria and Eliza because she did not want to have to come between them. Even though Chelsea was the only reason the two were friends, she still knew that it was not her place to talk.
She was infuriated with Victoria, but knew that it was not the one who needed to chastise her. She was waiting for the right moment to tell Eliza. She really hoped that Matt would just come out and say it himself, but she knew that he was too much of a coward to do such a thing.
After a few days of hiding out and avoiding her friends, Chelsea decided to take some time for herself. Chelsea had become so involved with work that she had not taken time to take care of her personal needs. Her friends would call on her and she would help them in a minute, but felt that she was lacking a companion. She felt that she was becoming desperate to find her soul mate, but she did not want others to think so.
Chelsea had a long-term romantic partner named Conner. Conner was special, but not relationship worthy. In her eyes he was a fling, just that and nothing more. She wanted someone to use only for those moments of pleasure who lived about 150, or so, miles away. Whenever she was too lonely and wanted to be held, she would call on him and he would come running. She wanted him to be far enough away so that he would not get too attached, but close enough to come running whenever she called.
In Conner’s mind, he had the title of her boyfriend along with some benefits. She would comfort him by making him believe that there was no one else. It was true to some extent, but she only told others she had a boyfriend when she wanted to be left alone. Conner had been around for a few years, they did not talk about personal goals or interests, and lacked any chance of true commitment. Chelsea would tell men who she was not attracted to and women who thought she was alone that she had a boyfriend. The title kept her desirable to others. No one would want to fawn after a woman who no one else wanted.
Conner was not the brightest light bulb. He did not meet Chelsea’s standard of intelligence. He came along at a time when her confidence was low and she needed someone who she thought was beneath her. Conner was an ex-football player who may have been hit one too many times in the head, but he had a sweet personality. He treated Chelsea like a queen.
He was the perfect candidate for her elusiveness. When he played football he was not around much and during the off season, he was training. He would stop in to see her during his road games when the team was in town. His schedule did not allow for much more. He did not become attached and there was an understanding of the non-commitment arrangement.
He retired two years into things and began to show signs of wanting to define the relationship. Chelsea would avoid the topic at all costs, but it would only make him keep asking. She decided to give him the title, but encouraged him to stay where he was while continuing a long-termed relationship.
Conner tried to make it work, but began making pop-up visits. Chelsea had to configure an on-going lie to keep him home. She began infusing work, promotion potential, and a tireless boss into the equation. She occasioned the “too sick to do anything” clause and the “my time of the month” routine to keep him at bay. Eventually Conner agreed to Chelsea’s conditions understanding that if he did not schedule a visit he would not see her for the entire weekend.
It had been three months since Chelsea last saw Conner. She sat at home contemplating on whether it was worth it for her to call him or if she could do better alone. She went back and forth for some time then decided that she could call on him one last time. Conner was to her like kryptonite is to superman. Instead of getting weaker, she felt dumber every moment that she was with him. His only benefit was his body. He had the body of a sculpture with muscular definition that hit every corner and crevice of his contour. He was built like a god. Plus he was endowed with a special package of which Chelsea could not resist.
She called him and made plans for him to spend the weekend with her. A weekend was a long time to spend with someone who one would not be able to have a conversation with. Chelsea wanted to reconsider, but she already said the words. Recanting on her words would only ruin the weekend or possible future chances at him coming. She decided that she would let him believe that they will have a special retreat. She booked a suite at the Marriott downtown and told him what room number. As long as he was at a hotel, she could get away from him whenever she wanted without the feeling of being trapped.
Conner took the bait, as she knew he would. He arrived promptly at six on Friday night. He came prepared for their rendezvous by bringing wine, flowers, and some massage oils. He asked for his key at the front desk and walked up to the room. There was a note for him on the bed that read:
“I had to run back to the office to take care of a few last minute details. I should be there around 8:00 PM. Order something to eat, I will probably have my assistant get me a sandwich while I am out. Can’t wait to see you.
Love, Chelsea”
Chelsea did not want to be trapped any earlier than she needed to. She did not have to return to work, but she wanted to make sure that he felt special. She also did not want to be back at the time that she said, she wanted to make him wait just a little longer. She went to Elliot’s Pub and decided to flirt a little. She knew that her weekend would be fun for a few hours while the passion lasted, but empty and dull for the remainder. She wanted time to make herself feel good before walking into the room and being made to converse with Conner.
Time seemed to slip away while she sat at the bar. Before she knew it, it was 11:00 PM. She figured that enough time had passed and she was ready to journey to the hotel. She stopped by her apartment and gathered her things. She packed light so that she could have another excuse to leave the next day.
She arrived at the room to find Conner laying on the bed watching a movie half sleep. She crawled into the bed and apologized for being so late. She asked him if he was sleepy. Conner ignored her. He was upset that she did not call and say she was going to be even later than she said before. Chelsea did not want to argue. She told Conner that her boss took the team out for drinks after work because he was proud of them and she lost track of time. She explained that she is up for promotion and can’t afford to turn her boss down.
Conner seemed to calm down some. Chelsea got out of the bed and stripped off her clothes leading toward the shower. Right before entering the bathroom, she turned to look back at Conner and asked him if he was coming. She turned around not waiting for his response.
As she readied the shower and stepped in, she could see Conner’s silhouette appearing larger as if he was approaching. She made room for him to enter and prepared her loofah and began to wash. As he stepped into the shower, she made sure that he stayed away and could only watch her as she lathered herself.
She slowly rubbed the loofah over her breasts, down her midriff into her pelvic area. She propped her leg up onto the edge of the tub and moved the loofah in a circular motion. With her other hand, she cupped her breast and squeezed it. She then turned around, handed Conner the loofah and instructed him to wash her back side slowly and gently. He moved closer and began to move the loofah across her back slowly making his way down her lower back to her round bottom.
Conner knelt down and kissed her bottom then rubbed his free hand through the crease between her cheeks. He slowly stood up and dropped the loofah pulling her close to him under the water stream. As the soap dripped off, he rubbed his hands on her back and around to her breasts. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her neck gently and sensually. He moved his hand around and down to her pelvic region. He cupped his hands to place two fingers inside of her wet lips.
She leaned forward and put her hands on the wall and pushed her bottom toward him. He used both hands and spread her cheeks kneeling down to taste her sweetness. He sat down on the floor of the tub and brought her body down to his. She mounted him facing toward him. Sitting ever so slowly onto his long thick penis. She exploded the moment the head entered her region. She embraced his endowment and moved causing extreme pleasure between the two.
They sat at the bottom of the tub, letting the water slide between their chests. The passion was heavy like two lovers reconnecting after the war. Chelsea did not want to admit it, but when she was in Conner’s arms, she felt a home. She tried to image Conner with his body, but someone else’s mind.
They moved from the shower to the bed. Conner was not ready to end things. He turned her over onto her chest and began to move his touch down her back down to her lower region. As she screamed of pleasure, he rose up to mount her bringing them both to a simultaneous climax.
Afterward, they laid in each other’s arms. Too exhausted to move. All cares were ceased at that moment. Chelsea was in awe and did not care if his IQ was not befitting. She wanted to remain in that moment forever.
The next morning, Chelsea was meeting up with Eliza and needed an excuse to leave Conner behind. She informed him that she was called into the office due to a mistake her assistant made with the paperwork for her presentation on Monday. She knew that it would work, but felt bad that she was leaving him alone once again.
She called for room service and prepared a massage and pedicure for him, which she knew would last a few hours. She met Eliza at her apartment and told her that Conner was in town. Chelsea always regretted the morning after with Conner. She knew that she was just using him.
Chelsea knew that he was not the one for her, but did not want him to know that. She did not want him to see other women and would make sure that he was tested prior to every visit. She did not want to be exposed to anything in case he did not abide by her rules. She made him send her a new report once every 30 days just to make sure that things were still OK down there.
Chelsea had one more night with Conner and wanted to end the relationship without breaking his heart. It was time for this to stop. She wanted something serious and Conner was not it, but the more she thought about breaking things off the more she thought about her needs. If she became involved with someone that she wanted to commit to, she did not want to give into fleshly pleasures for some time.
Chelsea believed that if a man really wanted to be with you, he would be able to hold out on sex for as long as the woman wanted. If he could not withstand the torture, then he was not the one. Her goal was to make it one year with no sex. Usually, she would get some from Conner to avoid the urge of breaking down with the person she was with. She hoped she would be able to find the one who would make it easier for her to break up with Conner.
Author Notes |
I allowed the story to unfold and wanted to make my character more defined. I want the reader to be able to love and hate Chelsea.
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