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You just need to be more bold. Use less filter. Say dirty things that she can't help but laugh at. Communication is key. You just need to let her know what you want, then she'll create an opening, and then all you need to do is take it. It’s simple. It's easy.

You hit the call button. The phone starts ringing.

This date is going to be different. This date is gonna get you in her bed later tonight.

But the phone keeps ringing.

And eventually times out.

“Hello, you’ve reached Marissa Baler. Sorry I missed your call…”

You set the phone on the counter and get ready to leave a message. But wait. Wait a minute … Baler?

Her name isn't Baler.

It was Hayworth. Funny that the names have a word association. So that must mean…

You realize that the phone is silent.

“.... Oh uhh…” shit. You didn't think of anything to say. You suppose you should just wing it. “I was just.. thinking about… you…’re… hair? Cause I… saw a pretty sunrise this morning.” What the fuck? “Ummm and I was wondering if you wanted to go to this stand up thing tonight.” You forgot to tell her who it is. “Oh! It's John… by the way. Wouldn't want you to get me mixed up with all the other guys your dating. Just kidding.” This is going bad. How do you cancel a message? Can you? There's never an option to cancel a message. You just hang up when your done.

You let out a deep breath and collect yourself. “Sorry. I'm all… I don't know.” You pause and suppose you may as well spill it. Without making a huge five minute long voicemail. “Look I uh.. I've been feeling weird… about us. I'd really like to talk and figure things out soon. Okay… bye.”

You suppose that didn't go too bad. You almost expect an immediate call back. You kind of hope that she never listens to that plane crash of a message. But it's out there now. Nothing you can do. You suppose you'll go to a cafe. It's Saturday and you have no plans until later.

Phone, wallet, keys, you get ready to head out the door. Maybe you'll go for a hike after the cafe. That sounds pretty nice.

Just as you're heading out the door the phone rings.

It's Marissa.

You wonder if she listened to your message.

You waste no more time in answering.

“Hey.”

“Hey John, I got your message.”

Dammit, “yeahhh, sorry about-”

“Nononono. Hey, can you meet me at the dogpark? I’m dropping off Holmes there. They do dogsitting and I gotta leave town this weekend.” Sounds like she's rushing.

“How much does that cost? I'm free for the weekend. Maybe I could take him?”

“Actually… yeah! That'd be great! Wait… no, I already set it up and would hate to cancel on them. I don't think they'd appreciate that. Can you just meet me there?”

“Um yeah sure… I don't know where it is. Never been.”

“I’ll send you an address.”

“Okay.”

“See ya in a few.” She hangs up.

Huh. Well that was… a little off. She definitely sounded off.

After a moment's hesitation you proceed through your front door. Man, it's a nice day out. You lock the door behind you. Wave at the neighbor as you walk down the steps and get in the car. Flip the killswitch, turn over the ignition, then plug your phone into audio jack. Is a bright blue, vinyl one.

You let the vehicle warm up a bit while you select some music to put on. Then Marissa’s text comes through. Play Paws Park and Dorm. It's about fifteen minutes away.

Another text comes through. “Park in the upper parking, where all the trees are. I'll meet you there, stay in your car.”

Huh. Well that’s…you don't know what to make for that. You do a quick check to make sure the car is clean, which it is.

You select some tunes and get rolling. The drive keeps you on the outskirts of town, back roads. You cross a railway, and a couple bridges.

You try to think of why Marissa would make such a a strange request. Stay in your car. Don't let anyone see you. But as you drive it all starts to make sense.

At some point, her name changed from Baler, to Hayworth. And probably recently, cause she still needs to change her voicemail. She may even still be in the process of a divorce. This explains why there was a such a block in your relationship.

Now, she must have taken your message seriously, and wants to talk as soon as possible, but still doesn't want anyone that's close to her to see her with a new man. You appreciate her taking action so quickly. She must want to explain everything and get things on the right track before she leaves town for the weekend. Eventually you’re approaching a long chain link fence with a dog filled park behind it. You observe dogs running around, chasing the colorful flashes of toys hurled by their owners. You pull in at their entrance and pass the first park area. That sends you past a large building and up a ways until you reach a dead end with no where to go but a left turn.

Here there is a gravel lot, which rumbles and crunches beneath your tires. You pass a couple dead cars and what you presume to be employee vehicles. You decide to park next to a large van. Now you're obscured by trees infront of you, which block the view from the main lot, and the large van which blocks you from the entrance of this smaller parking lot. You suppose this should keep you hidden.

It excites you that Marissa wants to hide you.

You turn the car off, and keep the music playing softly.

It also makes you nervous.

You think, what if she actually just got married. During the time you were dating. And never told you. What if she's meeting you here to break it off with you?

You can't wait to have all this behind you.

All you can do now is wait.

It's gonna be a while..

She has to drop off Holmes and bring him inside, sign him in and whatever.

You watch some birds in the trees.

You notice that the weather has changed rather abruptly. It went from slightly over cast to dark and sprinkling over the fifteen minutes of your drive. You sit back. And eventually the rain picks up.

You think about what Ron told you as you watch the rain bead up on the windshield. Would he ever be in this position? Waiting for a possible married woman to come and break up with him? What if she did break up with him? He'd probably say something like, ‘ahh well.. how about a sample of the goods, sweetheart. Ya know, as a good gift’

Could you say something like that? Maybe then that would turn you into her secret. Would want that kind of relationship?

Before long it turns into a veritable downpour. Birds are long gone.

Looks like hiking is out of the question. Behind the steady roar of rain, you hear your phone chime. It's a text from Marissa.

“Where are you??”

“Far side of van, up top” You quickly shoot back.

Just a few seconds later you see her figure cross in front of your car. She's soaked. She quickly opens the door and gets inside the heated vehicle.

“Where did all that rain come from!” She exclaims, stugging to strip a soaked hoodie from her body. You take that in. Creamy skin, flashes of shifting cleavage among the dark damp cloth.

Free at last she tosses it on the rear floor boards.

“Well… at least you were prepared.”

“Oh please shut up.” She looks at you now. And smiles. Her hair is wet, clung to her face. She then leans in and kissed you. It's a deep, ininate, brief kiss. She pulls away as suddenly as she came in. “How are you?” she breathes a chuckle.

Loaded question. “I… don't know yet.”. You didn't know before and now you really don't know. “Surprised! Where did that come from?”

“I get that. Look I'm sorry I've been sort of elusive lately. There's a lot of… changes going on with my life and I wish I could explain everything right now but I only have a small window of time before I have to get to the airport so…” Deep breath, “I didn't really come here talk.”

You look into her other eyes. “I … no talk?” You’re reeling from the kiss. You try to grasp some measure of composure. “Marissa, what's going? We've been ‘dating’ for weeks and it's been fun but I want it to go some where and… guess it is cause you just kissed me. But-”. She turns towards you fully and starts removing her shirt. Just like that, her breasts are out in the open, right in front of you.

You stare at them for just a second and then look back at her eyes. They look… flustered, but also delighted and mischievous.

“Oh,” is all you manage, looking back at her tits.

She leans over to you, quick but delicate, and puts her hand on your thigh to squeeze while pressing her lips into the side of your neck.

Instantly your body temperature skyrockets.

You move one arm around to hold her and use the other to touch beasts. So soft. So full and heavy. You gently pinch and roll her nipples. They're already hard, from the cold maybe, but you assume she's been thinking about this moment for some time leading up to it and is quite turned on.

You can't really believe what is happening… but you aren't gonna question it.

Your hand glides easily up her wet skin and grabs a hold of her hair. By now she is suckling your neck, biting softly and kissing. You pull her so you can kiss her lips again but she turns away and you kiss her neck instead. She purrs and grabs a hold of your hardening cock your pants.

It's practically, bursting out already. Her manicured fingernails flash as she undoes your button and pulls the zipper open.

As you're lifting your ass up, and relinquishing your hand from her breasts to pull your pants down, you notice her eyes flash to the clock on their way to your cock. Then they go back to your own and she bites her lip.

You've never seen this face on her before.

“Hungry,” she pouts. And those nails tantalize your manhood.

“Well I could never ever let you go hungry…”

And with that, her head is down in your lap. At first she licks. Long, full licks. Sometimes she lets the licks drag onto your stomach which tickles delightfully. You reposition yourself slightly, angling your back more towards the door so she has more access. She responds by lapping at your balls and then running her tongue to the tip.

She's a professional. “You're so good with your tongue.”

She looks up at you, eyes smiling. “Compliments get rewarded around here,” and she pops the tip into her mouth.

The back of your head hits the window. “Fuhg-!” You can feel the tip of her expert tongue explore the ridge line, the suction is unbearable, and just the slightest, most delicate use of teeth on your cock head is delicious. And all while she's carefully caressing you sack.

It almost seems like she's gonna let your cock in further, but instead she creates more suction. Lots of suction. And lifts her mouth off of you with a tight pop. Then she lunges back into you balls. This time sucking them, popping them in and out her mouth with lewd wet noises, all while rapidly pumping yoursaliva slicked dick.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” your staring at the headliner alll this dime milks out your soul. Every now and then you take a glance to witness the beautiful sight, and every time her eyes are glimmering back at you, but you just can't manage to keep your head up.

“It's so good. It's so good. It's so. Goddamn. Good.”

At that she some how she jerks you even faster. It's unbelievably fast. You don't think you could jack off this fast if you tried. And she's practically gulping down your balls.

did she speed up because I said ‘its so good.

You get an idea.

You lift up your head and look into her sparking slits of eyes. She's looking intently at your cock. She looks so focused. Intent on her work.

“You are a sex goddess!” You declare.

Her eyes light up. You balls pop out of her mouth.

“Mmmmmm. More! More compliments please.”

“youre a supermodel.. cock devouring.. siren.”

“Mhmmm.” her body is slinking closer to yours.

“You’re beautiful .. you're.. driving me insane. You're ..” her face is inches from yours. Her fist is still jerking you at inhuman speed “sucking out my -”

Her mouth meets yours. It's hot and wet and you don't think or care at all about how it was just all over your dick. You explore with your tongue and she gently bites it and roughly sucks it.

That does it. You can't believe it's happening so fast. You shudder. You moan into her mouth, ready to splurt into her danty, succubus hand. But she quickly rips her mouth away to engulf or cock..

You yelp uncontrollably at the sudden onslaught of sensation. There's resistance at the back her throat, but she's wiggling her head and swallowing and gagging to work it all way in. You don't even know what kinds of sounds your making. Right when her lips reach the base of your cock, and her tongue is jingling your bells, you unload.

In disbelief, you stare into her red, puffy, tear soaked eyes. She is working you with her throat, coaxing out more waves of cum.

You're practically siezing. Your head has ended up back against the window, tapping sporadically from the twitches and gasps that yank themselves out of you.

You realize you're crying. But not sobbing. Easy tears stream out.

Nice and slowly, she eases her way up your shaft. You whimper as her lips reach the head, and you jolt as she leaves with the softest kiss.

Your simply paralysed. She sits up and you can hear her redressing. It makes you feel empty and sad that she's no longer touching you. But then you feel her soft weight drape your body. Her hands explore your chest as you shake. She leaves an almost inperceptal kiss on the bottom of your jaw.

It's just her breath.

You're shuddering.

And the steady rain.