Coming Full Circle

Sasha swore it would never happen again. She would not allow herself to lust for men she had no real desire of being with, especially those who were prone to catching feelings. She'd made a vow to herself that she was turning over a new leaf. Yet, there she was standing face to face with the very man who had led her to make such promises.

"How long are you planning to ignore the feelings I have for you?" asked Greyson impatiently.

Sasha averted her eyes and glanced at the fluorescent lights above them. She ran her fingers through her short-cropped red hair and sighed. Why is this happening? It's been a long day and I just wanna go home. A number of responses came to mind but she settled on the least confrontational one.

"Grey," she started, feeling a little uncomfortable. "You and I have nothing in common. You don't have any real feelings for me. It's lust. Nothing more. We did have some good times but you're just not my type." She could feel the look on her face as she wrinkled her nose the way one would when they caught a whiff of an unpleasant odor. She looked down at Greyson's long baggy shorts and over-sized white tee. Working in a mall department store allowed her to see the tacky way that teens dressed more than she cared too. She really hated that look and felt slightly embarrassed to be standing with a 30-something man dressed the way. 

"Naw, it's more than just that." Greyson's country boy accent was strong. That too bothered Sasha. She wasn't into the whole "kuntry grammar" thing. "I need a wife and you're the woman I wanna marry one day. Damn, give me chance." There was something in his voice that let her know that he was sincere, yet she still didn't believe it. 

Greyson Kennedy was not her type. He was born and raised in the same backwards country town. Sasha Mitchell, on the other hand had seen half the world and had every intention of seeing the other half. Nothing in her believed that he was the kind of man that she would ever be able to do those things with. A blue collar worker whose idea of a fancy restaurant was Olive Garden.

"Marry me? You can't build a marriage on sex alone!" Sasha felt herself becoming annoyed. "Don't get me wrong, I did like it. Shit, and the head--!" Her mind drifted off for a split second. You do have some pretty amazing head skills, she thought. "But that's all it was Grey- good sex!" 

"Naw, the sex was great." Greyson smiled.

Sasha rolled her eyes in a way that seemed to show disgust. Yet, there was more to it. It bothered her a little that she too felt that the sex was "great" and it disturbed her even more that she was incapable of talking to Greyson without wanting to feel his talented tongue all over her body. The thought made her feel flushed. She looked around to see if anyone was close enough to overhear their conversation. Luckily, the mall was pretty quiet at the time. She glanced at her watch, trying to look as if she had somewhere to be soon.

"Let me just take you home and we can talk about it on the way," Grey suggested. 

"It's cool. I really don't wanna talk about it any more." Sasha hated confrontation of this type. Yet, she found herself having this sort of conversation more often than she'd like to admit. "I don't really need a ride either. The bus will be here soon. I like the bus. It gives me time to think, time to not be bothered."

"Okay," Greyson replied humbly. "I promise not to bother you, but just let me give you a ride. Can I just do that?"

Sasha's mind was on the defense. I bet you would like to give me a "ride" and though her mind was full of sarcastic thoughts and comebacks, her pussy had a mind of it's own and clenched at the thought. Damn. She sighed loudly. "Fine! Let's go before I change my mind," she blurted. "But don't fuck with me okay...and I'm not fucking kidding Greyson."

"You have my word." Greyson smiled and offered her his elbow. He loved it when she cursed and felt his manhood stiffen just a little. Sasha sensed his excitement and rolled her eyes again, ignoring his gentlemanly gesture. 

He led the way toward the mall exit. Sasha followed a few steps behind. Greyson smiled as he listened to her stiletto heels click-clack-click-clack against the hard floor. He pictured the sway of her hips. He stopped to open the door for her at the exit and took the opportunity to check her out as she passed by him. She was absolutely beautiful to him so it was an opportunity he could not resist. Once they reached the car, he opened her door as she climbed inside. The form fitting pencil skirt she was wearing made her getting in a real sight to behold. She had to sit her rear into the seat first then lift her skirt up to her thighs before placing her legs inside one by one. Sasha knew he was watching and was somewhat amused by the power she had over him with her natural sex appeal. He closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. Sasha, being a perfect lady, leaned over to unlock his door. This allowed him a clear view of her full cleavage without her being able to see him looking. 

For the next few miles, they rode in silence listening only to the music on the radio. It was Sasha who finally broke the silence. 

"I am so tired," she said stretching. Then she reached down on her right side and let the seat back into a reclined position. "When I get home, I'm gonna put on some jazz, pour me a glass of wine, and relax."

"You should let me give you a bath and a massage," said Greyson keeping his eyes straight ahead on the road.

Sasha did not reply. Greyson assumed he had once again struck out and said nothing more. Meanwhile, as Sasha lay there with her head back and eyes close, she was seriously considering his proposition. Give me a bath? What man does that nowadays? I could use a massage though. And a foot rub. And some head. A soft moan escaped her at the thought.

"Girl, don't do that. You know what those sounds do to me," he teased. 

Sasha did know and while she hadn't intended to make a sound the first time, she moaned again, this time crossing one leg over the other exposing even more of her smooth brown thighs.

"I'm sorry," she said, "but a massage sounds heavenly right now." 

"Does that mean yes?" Greyson's eyes were still on the road, but his mind was somewhere else completely.

"Shut up, boy." Sasha smiled, but said nothing more.

Again, there was silence. Ten minutes later, they were pulling up in front of Sasha's Salemtown condo. 

As the car came to a stop, she began fumbling through her pocketbook for her keys. Greyson got out of the car and went around to open her door. Again, he watched her. This time feeling more like a wolf watching a fox. The way she got out was even more seductive than the way she got in. He closed the door behind her and turned to give her a good- bye hug. 

"Will you call me sometimes?" he asked as he opened his arms to her.

"I'll think about it," she replied, "but what about my bath and massage?" A half-smile came across her lips. "The offer is still good, isn't it?"

A momentary look of surprise filled Greyson's face. Without another word, he lifted the alarm remote and locked the doors to the car. Sasha had already begun strolling up the sidewalk to the front door; and Greyson followed behind her...

[[To be continued...]]

Coming Full Circle by Gypsi Ayes is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at www.simplygypsi.blogspot.com.