The Truths We Hold

The next morning, I awoke feeling energized. I haven’t slept a full eight in, I don’t know, since middle school? You get no sleep in college, and since I started this job as an autopsy tech, we’re always swamped with work and bodies. I swear that people find ridiculous new and inventive ways to kill themselves every day. Sure, murders, car accidents, and overdoses add to the list, but the number of Darwin Awards I could pass out would be ridiculous.

Those thoughts flitted through my mind as I parked in the garage. Kelly and our video sex appeared quite frequently, but I have this superpower where I can shift thoughts like a fly changes course in mid air. For example, I was wondering what new Darwin Awards I’d see today when Sophie joined me in the elevator.

“Good morning! How many new cases do you think came in last night?” I asked.

“Twenty at least,” she sighed as she looked me over and took a long drink from her iced coffee. “You know how it gets as we near a full moon.”

Then out of nowhere she said, “You sure are chipper today.”

“It’s the first time in I don’t know when that I slept a full eight hours. Maybe even eight hours ten minutes.”

“Popping sleeping pills? Got any to spare?”

“Those never work for me. No, I had a great night and—” I almost blurted out what really happened but I caught myself at the last second. “I tried this new, herbal tea blend that relaxed me.” I could feel my face getting warm as her eyes narrowed at me and she took another sip from her straw.

“Since when do you drink tea?” She asked.

The elevator door opened and we were greeted by Alex, the medical examiner and our boss. “Oh, hey. Glad you two are here. We got a heavy caseload so get settled real quick and meet me down there.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew I should tell Sophie about Kelly, but I wasn’t ready for that conversation. I didn’t know how it would go. I’m sure she wouldn’t be upset, but I’m concerned she will act differently around me, maybe alter our friendship.

Lunch comes quickly because we have so many cases. I can’t wait to check my phone and see if I have waiting messages from Kelly. I sent her a quick “Good Morning” text before I left the house and I was eager to see if she responded. I’m unsure of the proper etiquette after phone sex, then again, she has been unorthodox from the beginning.

Before I can get cleaned up and retrieve my phone from the locker, Sophie says, “I’ve figured it out.”

“Why the full moon makes people act so abnormally?”

“You did it.” She gave me an accusing glare.

“You’ll never prove anything, copper.” I joked, sounding like an old time gangster.

“No. You did it with someone. That’s what’s different about you today.”

Frustration bubbled up, but I tried not to let it show. Why does she have to be so cryptic? I thought. “I need more details, what IT are you talking about?”

The room was empty, but she still looked around like she was about to impart a colossal secret. “You’re screwing someone,” she whispered the word ‘screwing’ like it was the worst word she’s ever uttered. “Either that or you’re in love.”

I must have given her a look of incredulity because she went on to explain.

“You’ve got this happy energy all around I’ve never seen before. You were humming earlier, and you’re nearly floating on air. The signs are all but flashing above your head.”

That took me aback. Was I really acting like that? I had no idea, and I didn’t know what to say. The fact that she was so close to the truth actually made me angry. It felt like she was prying deep into my private life, though I knew that was impossible. Sophie was apparently very intuitive and it had me on the defensive.

A forced smile appeared graced her face and she cocked her head to the side. “I’m happy for you. I hope she’s good to you.” She nodded and pursed her lips together before turning and walking away.

An angry retort bubbled up, but I forced it back down. What could I say? That she’s wrong? That she shouldn’t make baseless accusations? Honestly, she was 98 percent correct, but it still perturbed me that she was so upset.

Taking a deep breath to calm my agitated emotions, I unlocked the phone. The world, along with the recent encounter was whisked away to a soft, fuzzy, white, nothing. I had a message from Kelly. Adrenaline tingled through my whole body. My heart fluttered with anticipation. Was Sophie right? Am I in love with this woman? How can I be with just a few texts? I tapped the message and was both excited and let down.

Good morning.

That’s all. Nothing else. No comment about last night, no emojis, just a simple, utilitarian morning greeting. This sent my mind into overdrive; wondering what I did wrong, if I would hear from her again, was she upset at something? All those negative thoughts and more flooded my brain. After a few breathing exercises to get my erratic emotions under control I went to lunch.

Once I had the initial shock under control and I reigned in my inner peace, I sent another message. If I was being true to myself, I’d say this was a test. I needed to know how interested she was.

Hey. So, I was wondering if you are free Friday night. We could just meet for a few drinks or even a quick dinner, my treat. Let’s chat and catch up.

I dragged my lunch out to the last minute waiting for her response. When it came, my mind swirled into negativity overdrive.

Can’t. Busy. Sorry.

It felt like a quick jab to the stomach, but I offered another option.

No problem. How about Saturday. Any time. If dinner doesn’t work, we could just meet for a quick coffee whenever you’re available.

Saturday’s no good either. Why do you want to see me so bad? I’m not that special.

Again, the emotional assault took over. This was a one two punch, a solid third and I’d be knocked to the mat. I proceeded to type out all the ways she was indeed very special when she sent the redeeming text that sent me rocketing through clouds again.

I’ll video you tonight.

I. Couldn’t. Fucking. Wait.

The rest of the day flew by in a blur. I couldn’t recall a single thing that happened. All of my thoughts revolved around Kelly, and the excitement of seeing her naked body again tonight.

It was pretty late when she finally called. I had almost convinced myself that she wasn’t going to, and these past few days were all a strange fluke. I grabbed the phone and jumped on the bed.

“You’re crazy. You know that.” She said as soon as I answered. Her contagious smile greeted me, and hearing her southern drawl sent ecstatic shivers down my spine. Her eyes were extra blue tonight, like turquoise, only bolder.

“What do you mean?”

“All those things you said earlier. You don’t even know me. How could you feel like that for someone you haven’t seen in forever?”

“It’s how I feel,” I said. “All true.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile cracked a little wider. A faint hint of pink rose blossoms caressed her prominent cheeks.

“How was your day? Anything interesting happen?”

Was she changing the subject, or was she interested in my day, I wondered? “It was a good day. Just don’t ask me about anything specific because I couldn’t tell you. I was thinking of you all day.”

If I was prone to motion sickness, I’d have vomited already. The camera pointed at her gorgeous face, but she was constantly in and out while the walls shifted all around. I had to look away on occasion to keep from getting vertigo.

She continued the small talk, while I discreetly tried diverting the conversation, but I could tell she was distracted. This wasn’t how I imagined this conversation, so I jumped right in. “What are you wearing?”

Her eyes popped wide as she let out a single, surprised, “HA!” She finally stopped for a second. “Why do you ask that?”

I took her grin and the glint of her eyes as mischievous, but I couldn’t be positive. “I imagine you’re in something thin and sexy, or you’ve got your open bathroom on.” My hand had involuntarily slid into my pants.

She extended her arm, “Nothing exciting tonight. Just boring old sweats.”

Boring was right. They were oversized, gray, and swallowed her whole. They hid her amazing curves and portrayed anything but sexiness.

“What have you got on underneath there?” I was tanking and headed for a crash landing. It was akin to getting doused with cold water, but I went for a hail Mary.

“Nothing,” she said matter of factly.

This was my ‘in’ and I meant to take full advantage of it. Only she suddenly turned to me and said, “I’m sorry. I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

That was it. She ended the call. I was laying there in the bed with my shrinking cock in my hand and Ataxia, the cat curled up on the pillow, next to my head. I blinked at the blank screen, oblivious to what happened. I was so confused as to what was going on, and where I stood in this… odd relationship. Feeling both uncertain and rejected, I tapped out a quick message and got ready for bed. Though I was really down, I didn’t want my despair to reflect in the text.

Okay. Well, I hope you get done whatever you were doing and have a good night.

This extreme rollercoaster had my sleep and emotions in a chaotic mess. The next day at work I was tired, cranky, and downright unpleasant. It was as if I had broken up with the love of my life. I kept to myself, didn’t bother texting Kelly, and lived in my head. That is until I finally broke down and opened my messages.

How about a drink tonight? We can meet at O’Malley’s around 8. Just one drink though and then I’m out of there. Got it?

Just like that, I was riding a drug induced high. My emotions took over my body—heart racing, adrenaline rushing, and fingers tapping before I could stop to think—I accepted and told her I’d be there. This can’t be healthy for my heart, I thought.

It was now 8:30. I had looked at my phone, checking for a text or missed call, at least a hundred thousand times at this point. I had been stood up. But then the door opened, and our eyes met. The world around me stopped. Her face lit up as an uncertain, but glorious smile lit up the room. She looked around like she was embarrassed to be there before she sat down next to me.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” her melodious voice drifted through the typical bar noise. “I don’t meet strange men at bars.” She nudged me with her shoulder.

“Strange men?” I scoffed. I was slightly affronted, but kept it in check because the stunning Kelly Shumacker was finally here. And she was sitting right beside me.

“You could be a serial killer for all I know,” she gave me another flesh melting grin and ordered a vodka cranberry.

The little thorn of resentment disappeared, and I added to her joke. “No, I get off by cutting up already dead bodies. You know, the ones serial killers leave littered all around the city.”

We chatted for a while. About what, I couldn’t recall. One drink turned into three and I was eating up the banter, the flirty nature of it all, and was—I hate to admit this—but I was falling, no, hell, I was fully inflamed in love with this vivacious woman. She smote me like a Greek goddess. I was at her mercy.

She slapped some bills on the bar to my objection, but she demanded that she pay, and then grabbed my hand and led me outside. “It’s getting late, we have work in the morning, and I’m not going to corrupt you. Where’s your car?”

Like a dream, I floated to my vehicle, Kelly in tow, thoughts swirling about the best way to attempt a kiss. Should I give a simple peck or go straight into deep passionate tongue dancing? My back leaned against the car, our eyes met, and before I got the nerve to make the move, she latched onto my lips and shoved her tongue down my throat. Surprise was an understatement, but I leaned deep into it. This was everything I wanted and savored the tart cranberry that lingered in her mouth. Our tongues swirled, danced, and tasted every inch, as she pressed harder and harder into me before pulling back and glaring at me, a hungry, determined look chiseled on her face.

This was such a role reversal. Wasn’t the man supposed to be the initiator? Wasn’t I the one who made the first moves?

She reached for my door handle and pulled, but it was locked. I stared, confused as she searched my pockets. One hand found the keys, while the other found my awakening cock, rubbing and squeezing it. The door unlocked and opened as I stared stupidly, and let her take control. Deftly, she released my pants, yanked them down, and shoved me onto my seat as she went to her knees and devoured me.

My body went rigid as a guttural moan escaped. I felt her soft, firm lips, the faint rasp of her tongue as they slid slowly up and down my shaft, but my eyes couldn’t believe. “Wha… what are you doing?” I asked stupidly, my breath shallow, raspy.

In answer, a hand reached up, shoving two strong, yet delicate fingers into my mouth. I sucked and tasted as she did the same to my throbbing dick. The manicured nails dug into the tender flesh of my mouth, scraping, clawing, adding to my carnal desire. I bit down. In answer she took all of me.

Instinctually, one hand reached down to the nape of her neck, slid up to the top of her skull, and clenched a fistful of hair. She moaned through her nose and began bobbing faster. I thrust my hips up to meet her as the climax started its electric crescendo. I tried to hold off. Gritting my teeth, focusing on her fingers in my mouth still, but nothing helped. I tried to warn her that the eruption was about to happen in case she needed to pull her mouth off, but she just went deeper and faster. Her frantic moans signalling she was getting as much pleasure as I was.

My balls retracted, the hot liquid shot through my dick, supreme ecstacy rocked my body, and all my muscles threatened to rip from the bones. The hand clutching her hair shoved her down as she removed her fingers and her nails clawed delightfully into my thighs. The spasms came in waves as shot after shot was thrown to the back of her throat.

When I had slight control of my body again I weakly fell back, letting her go. “I’m sorry,” I gasped.

She released me with a devilish laugh and an inhale of breath. Crawling on top of me, teeth gleaming in the dim parking lot, she kissed me deep. The taste of cum flooded my mouth. Normally, this would have gagged me. I don’t want to taste my own cum, but her raw, sexual energy had me willing to suck her mouth dry.

My hands clutched her plump ass and pressed her to my hot groin. I was ready to fuck her in the car, in the parking lot, consequences be damned. She groaned, making me press harder, but Kelly had other plans. She pushed off me, narrowed her eyes, opened her mouth to say something, decided against it and exited. Walking to her car, she turned around for a quick wink, then disappeared from sight. My body drained, I could only lay there, cock out, glistening with cum and saliva, and watch her swish away.