Substitute Boyfriend Read Free

a lot of his work for him.  But then I thought, No way.  No fair.   Granted, it was easier for me to make him come, especially if he was pumping his cock inside my pussy—really, what did I have to do other than bite his shoulder, talk dirty, and squeeze?  Well, yeah…I gave him plenty more than that, but it’s not like his dick was hard (pardon the pun) to find.  In all fairness, guys weren’t always taught about the clit and what playing with it can do for a woman.  So I educated the man, made him a better lover, and maybe that was the ultimate trade off for him.  He would be worth a lot more to another woman someday.
    In the meantime, though, he was mine.  All mine.
    I bit my lip as I stared at the computer screen.  That goddamned thin black bar on the blank white page was blinking at me.  Patiently.  And that was pissing me off.
    I wanted Ridley now .  Needed him.
    Now!
    I had written the build up to the sex scene.  The couple was at last going to join for the first time.  They’d entered the heroine’s apartment and they’d foregone talking and drinks for some intimacy…and that was where I was stuck.  I couldn’t decide if she wanted to give him a blowjob first or if they would just tear each other’s clothes off in desperation.  I needed Ridley to help me play it out.
    The problem?   Well…the problem was that, perhaps, the newness of Ridley and me had worn off.  I was sitting at my computer, and instead of thinking about my heroine’s horniness—or even mine, for God’s sake—I was wondering how to recapture that feeling of newness…and failing miserably.  I worried if I would be able to convey that feeling in writing if I couldn’t experience it in real life.
    Before I could figure it out, he knocked on the door.  Oh, God, at least I hoped it was Ridley.  It could have been the postal carrier, for all I knew.  Maybe it was a package.  It was a Monday, after all.  It was the week before summer classes started, so I was enjoying what little time I had left.  I had already prepped for the two classes I was going to teach and some work-study student on campus was making copies of my syllabi and other papers I’d have to give my students, because, even though more and more things were being housed online, I still felt better giving students a hard copy of that stupid syllabus and course calendar on day one.  If they lost it, they could find it online, but I found the papers comforting somehow.
    You’d find that strange, considering I sold thousands of ebooks a year and only a handful of paperbacks, but that’s beside the point.
    I answered the door.  It was Ridley.  What a relief.  And he’d taken me seriously.
    Sweet Jesus, he was yummy.  He w as wearing a white wifebeater…and I had been right about the snug blue jeans, only the ones highlighting his fine ass were faded.  He was wearing hoop earrings and, yeah, those sunglasses that made him look a little mysterious.  So fuckin’ what that the newness was gone?  He was hot as hell and he was there for me to play my boyfriend whenever I asked.
    And, just as I’d requested, he took me in his arms.  He didn’t say a word, instead pulling me close and kissing me hard and deep.  While his tongue assaulted me, he twirled me so that my back was against the wall, and then he began kissing my neck just the way he knew I liked it.  My breath was already coming in short gasps as I tried to hold myself together, but he was so hot, so virile that sometimes it was hard for me to contain myself.  My fingers dug into his shoulders as he wedged his knee in between my legs.
    Okay, the blowjob could wait.  I was way too hot to be able to concentrate solely on his cock in my mouth.
    Then again, that might make it even better…yeah.  The anticipation.
    No, I was talking about Ridley.  He’d grown to be pretty attentive…as long as he hadn’t come.  And he’d gotten good at prolonging climax too, but I knew if I blew him