Eager Annabel

You can read this as a stand-alone story, but if you’re going to read my other stories as well, you might want to start with “Sweet Caroline”. This is the third story in the series. Annabel hasn’t had sex in four years, she’s 38, and she’s in love with a man that doesn’t seem interested in her at all. On top of that, her co-workers don’t respect her, even though she kicks as a paralegal, and her own mother is disappointed that she’s not more like her sister Chloe. All Annabel wants is a husband, a house with a white-picket fence, and to have a baby. Instead, she lives in a small apartment on her own, none of her dreams within reach. When she finally decides to just give up on her dreams, she meets Aston. He’s too young, too much of a player and too carefree to give her any of the things she wants. But… he’s hot, fun and after a dry spell that lasted four damn years, she is ready to just enjoy her time with him. No strings attached, no expectations, just sex. The ideal arrangement. Will Annabel find a way to get what she wants? And will Aston be the one to give that to her, or are there other men more suited for the job? Maybe her co-worker who she used to date? Or the successful doctor she meets on a dating app?

Chapter 1: Dry spell Tonight is the night. I can feel it in my bones. I’ve just spent three full hours getting ready for a goddamn dinner date, but it was totally worth it. My dress accentuates my breasts, my ass, and the fact that my waist is smaller than it has ever been — thank you, personal trainer. My hair falls around my face in a shiny waterfall of dark sleek perfection. The jewelry I borrowed from my sister Chloe is beautiful as well. I’m not poor, but I don’t like spending money on diamonds and pearls. I prefer saving my money so that one day, when I finally get a man to commit to me, I will have the money I need to make my dreams come true. I can just see the house with the white-picket fence in my mind’s eye. The little puppy playing on the lawn, me in the doorway with a baby on my hip… Don’t get carried away, I remind myself. It’s just a date. Not your goddamn wedding. I don’t often think of myself like a beautiful woman — in fact, it’s been a long time since I felt anything other than a total mess — but tonight is different. Finally, after pining for him for years, he agreed to go on a date with me. At my house. That can only mean one thing. Finally, I am getting some. After four years of nothing my vibrator coming anywhere near my pussy, I am going to be reminded of what it feels like to have a man touch me. I can’t wait. He can be here any moment, so I walk around my apartment one last time, making sure that there are no bras dangling from the laundry rack, or magazines lying open on a page about weight loss or how to spice up your sex life. I want him to think I’m all put together, naturally skinny instead of working out like a madwoman to remain my figure. I want him to think I’m a sex goddess, not a 38-year old who’s as nervous as a virgin about having sex tonight. I’m not one, of course, but after four years, it feels like I might as well be. My last time wasn’t exactly great, so I’m not sure what to expect tonight. Will it hurt? Or is it stupid to even think that? Is it possible I’m as tight as I was when I was 19 and sleeping with someone for the first time? The living room looks just fine. My furniture is a little worn, but the throw pillows and the new soft rug make the place look cozy and well-cared for. I’m glad I invested in some a lighting plan a few years back, since it means I can dim the lighting to the perfect tone that makes me look younger than I am. Not that I truly need to tonight, since he is older than I am. Only by three years, and he doesn’t look it, but still. He shouldn’t be put-off by the fact that I am nearing 40… right? In the kitchen the lasagna is in the oven, slowly heating up for our dinner tonight. The starters are in the fridge — a small salmon salad — and in the freezer is the ice cream I made from scratch. Vanilla with chocolate chips and caramel sauce. My favorite. Maybe… maybe I should check the bedroom as well. After all, that is where I’m hoping and expecting the night to end up. I made the bed earlier and sprayed the brand-new bedding with my perfume. The scent isn’t as heady as it was a few hours ago, but it will ensure that he will smell like me for hours after leaving here. I want him unable to stop thinking of me, just like I have been when it comes to him. For three full years now, maybe even longer. When I’ve ensured myself that my bedroom is completely clean and looking very inviting, I walk into the hallway. Just when I put my hand on the handle of the living room door, I hear voices outside, drifting through the crack underneath the front door that I still haven’t gotten around to fixing. One voice is male, the other female. I recognize the male voice at once. Nathanial Storm. Unable to help myself, I yank open the front door, eager to get our date started. The cold December night greets me, making me shiver in my clingy dress that is truly one suited to be worn inside. Nathanial is standing a few feet from me, in front of his sleek black car, looking mouthwatering as he always does. He’s in a dark green suit with a red tie, a white button-up shirt underneath. Oh, how I love a man in a suit. He doesn’t even notice me in the doorway, though. His attention is on the beautiful young girl standing in her small front yard, gazing up at him with wide blue eyes. It’s Caroline Collins, a young teacher who moved her about two months ago. Her black coat isn’t buttoned-up, giving both Nathanial and I a view of her cleavage. Damn, she’s got great breasts. They are smaller than mine, but much firmer. Perkier. Younger. I feel jealousy surging up in me, but I shove it back down. Nathanial is here to see me, not her. I’m a little suspicious about the two of them, but I must be mistaken. She’s so much younger than he is — twenty years or so, maybe a little less — and he just doesn’t seem like her type. I just hope that my intuiting is wrong. Because if she is interested in him…

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Yeah, I’ll be done. No one will ever pick me over someone like her. “Nathan,” I manage to get out, plastering a smile on my face. I need to say something before they catch me staring at them like a creepy stalker. “I thought I heard you!” His eyes are still on Caroline, so I move my attention to her, pretending to notice her for the first time. Like I haven’t been enviously gawking at her boobs. “Oh, hey, Caroline. Isn’t that outfit a little cold for this time of year?” It’s a mean thing to say, especially since I am in a dress just as skimpy, but I don’t care. She needs to get the hell away from my man. Now. She tears her eyes away from Nathaniel and smiles at me. “I’m going out for cocktails,” she explains. Right on cue, a car pulls up to whisk her away. “Oooooh…” I wink at her, trying to keep up the ruse of being happy for her that she’s got such an exciting dating life. Stupid bitch. I wish I had guys wanting to take me out for cocktails. “Hot date. I get it.” I say, trying to keep my voice light. “Have fun!” I swear that Nathanial’s body stiffens at my words and his eyes travel over Caroline’s outfit, taking in everything from her high heels to her carefully styled hair. Is it just me of does it seem like his attention lingers on her neckline? Ugh. Men. If he really must ogle someone, why can’t it be me? Please, God, let it be me for once. “Nathan,” I say, my voice sounding less pleasant now. If I