Monday, May 26, 2025

A night of raw wanting

The familiar buzz of my phone pulled me from my Sunday evening reverie. A text from Randy popped up on the screen:

Hey.. Want to join me for dinner tonight? Hope you can make it!

A smile touched my lips. I quickly texted back, confirming I’d be there, adding a winking emoji.


I arrived at Randy's door a little while later. He opened it, a feigned look of surprise on his face. “Well, look who it is! What a pleasant surprise!” he exclaimed, though a twinkle in his eye betrayed his act. I playfully raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Is that how you greet all your dinner guests?”

I stepped inside, and just as Randy closed the door, the doorbell rang again. He walked over to find a cheerful Kelsey, his sister, waiting. Emma and Max, suddenly appearing with overnight bags, barreled past us and out the door with their aunt.

"Looks like the kids are all set for their grandparents' place," Randy said, waving goodbye to Kelsey. He turned back to me, a grin spreading across his face. “Come on in. How about we get some drinks while we figure out what kind of Thai food to order?”

We settled onto the couch, perusing the extensive online menu. The aromas of lemongrass and ginger seemed to waft from the screen as we debated curries and noodle dishes. After a delightful back-and-forth, we finally placed our order for delivery. As soon as the confirmation pinged, Randy leaned in and kissed me. I allowed him, letting my hands slide up to cup his face, pulling him closer; I could feel the bulge growing in his pants. His hands began to roam, exploring the curves of my body, and I arched into his touch, a silent promise. We continued to make out, lost in the rising heat of the moment, until the jarring ring of the doorbell announced the arrival of our food. Randy pulled away begrudgingly, a soft groan escaping him, and went to retrieve our dinner.

As we ate, we took our time, savoring each bite of the delicious Thai food, punctuated by sips of wine. We flirted playfully across the table, our hands and fingers brushing frequently as we passed dishes and refilled our glasses. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared glances that lingered a little too long. Between us, we finished almost three bottles of wine.


After clearing the table, Randy pulled out his phone. "I think I should get a car for us," he said, gesturing to the empty wine bottles. "I know this new, really hip place that just opened up. You'll love it. It’s different than the other place.”

A few minutes later, a sleek black car pulled up. We were making out in the back seat, Randy's hands exploring, when he pulled away for just a second to quickly text his friend, the owner of the dessert “restaurant”. As we arrived, I felt a pang of self-consciousness. The exterior was all understated elegance and soft lighting, hinting at a much fancier establishment than I'd anticipated. I glanced down at my outfit: form-fitting jeans that hugged my curves, paired with a low-cut shirt that made me feel like my breasts might escape if I moved the wrong way.

"Randy," I murmured, "I think I'm a bit underdressed."

He turned to me, his gaze dropping to my chest for a moment before meeting my eyes. A warm smile spread across his face. "You're absolutely fine as you are," he said, his voice a low rumble. "In fact, I can't stop staring." The playful glint in his eye assured me his comment was a compliment. "You're beyond beautiful, truly," he added, his voice soft, and my worries about my attire melted away. He kissed me. I blushed at his compliments on my outfit and my appearance. "Thank you for that," I said, my voice soft, "and for bringing us to a local place owned by a friend instead of some big corporation."

The host, sleek and poised, greeted us immediately and led us to a cozy, secluded table. Almost as soon as we were seated, an array of exquisite desserts, two coffee martinis, and two glasses of water were brought to our table. I looked at Randy, impressed and a little surprised by the instant service.

He caught my gaze and chuckled. "A friend of mine owns the place," he explained, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I texted him while we were catching our breath from being…pre-occupied... in the car ride over."

We savored our desserts and finished three coffee martinis each, the buzz of the caffeine and alcohol mingling pleasantly. As closing time approached, a man emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on an apron. Randy stood up and shook his hand. "Great to see you, Mark," Randy said.

"Randy, my man!" Mark replied, then turned to me, extending his hand. "And you must be...DeppGrl." He paused, his eyes widening slightly. "Wow. I'm Mark, and I'm honored to finally meet you. Randy said you were beautiful, but he was clearly underselling it. How did a boring guy like you manage to snag someone so vivacious and gorgeous?" Mark teased, looking between us.

Randy simply grinned, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Church, Mark. Maybe you should try it sometime!"

We continued to talk, and Mark generously poured us a few more drinks, along with plenty of water. About an hour later, Randy glanced at his watch. "Mark, thank you for the incredible desserts, the drinks, and a truly fun time," he said, standing up. "But it's time I got my beautiful date back home."


In the car, riding back to Randy's house, he held me in his arms, his hand tracing lazy circles on my back. "So," he began, a hint of a smile in his voice, "after lunch earlier today, I picked up some things for you. Contact lens supplies, toothbrush and toothpaste, a shirt, and a few other…necessities... just in case you decided to stay the night. Or do you prefer to get dropped off at home?"

"Hmmm," I murmured, snuggling closer. "I'd rather spend the night with you at your place."

"I'm really glad you're staying," Randy said, his voice warm and sincere. "I've got the spare room all ready for you, but you're welcome to join me in my room."

"Your room," I confirmed, my voice a soft whisper against his chest, as I trailed a finger teasingly along his jawline.

With only a few minutes left in our ride, I knew I wanted to talk about something that had been bothering the both of us. "Randy," I began, shifting slightly so I could see his face, "I wanted to tell you about why I took Vic's call earlier. I'm so used to having my brother, my close friends, and a few other loved ones text and call me at all hours of the night—usually to talk about family stuff, or send memes, or friends joking about a booty call—that I don't even bother to look to see who's reaching out to me. I'm really sorry that I hurt you." I reached up and gently touched his cheek. "While I'm with you, I'll make sure to check who's reaching out."

He looked at me, a thoughtful expression on his face. "So," he said, a playful glint entering his eyes, "are you with me for the memes, or the booty call?"

I laughed, a genuine, uninhibited sound, my eyes sparkling. "Definitely not for the memes!"

He smiled, squeezing my hand. "Thank you for apologizing," he said, his voice soft. "And I'm sorry for overreacting. I know there'll always be something between you and Vic, and I need to accept that."


The car pulled up to Randy's house, and the driver helped me out. As I stepped onto the porch, a soft glow emanated from inside. We walked in, and I noticed the living space was perfectly cleaned up, and scattered around were various bouquets of fake flowers – Randy knew real ones aggravated my allergies – and soft, flickering candles lit the room. We kicked off our shoes by the door. I plugged my phone into a charger and let Randy pull me into a deep, consuming kiss, more intense than any we'd shared before. My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer still.

"God, you're beautiful!" he whispered after pulling back slightly from the kiss.

His eyes, dark with desire, met mine. "Do you want to have sex with me?" he asked, his voice low and husky. We both had a bit much to drink, and his question was clear, leaving no room for doubt.

"Yes," I breathed, my heart pounding, looking directly into his eyes.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze serious, ensuring my full understanding and consent. "Are you absolutely sure you want to have sex with me tonight?" he pressed again, his thumb caressing my cheek. "Given we've both had quite a bit to drink, I want to be certain you're truly consenting and comfortable."

"Yes," I repeated, meeting his gaze firmly. "I'm sure. Absolutely yes."

He led me toward his bedroom, our bodies brushing with every step. As we made our way, our clothes began to come off, shed in a trail behind us where they fell. Inside his room, more candles flickered, casting a warm, intimate glow. Just as we stepped into the room, we heard Kelsey's faint voice from outside, barely audible through the walls, calling out a "Good night!" We exchanged amused smiles.

When we reached his bed, Randy helped me on, and I lay down, my legs already parted in invitation. His face found my pussy, and his tongue and teeth immediately went to work, teasing, tasting, driving me wild. I moaned, a soft cry escaping my lips that quickly turned into a primal scream as the pleasure intensified, sharp and sweet. I instinctively held his head, keeping him exactly where he was, as I came on his tongue, again and again. Each climax left me shaking uncontrollably, my body vibrating with exquisite release.

He eventually came up for air, his face flushed, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "Do we need to use condoms?" he asked, his voice a bit breathless.

"We don't need to," I managed, still a little breathless myself, my body still humming. "I'm on birth control."

A clear sigh of relief escaped him. "Thank God," he murmured, then added, "I'm so sorry I didn't ask last night." He didn't wait for a reply, pushing his hard dick into my wet pussy, filling me completely, and began to thrust in and out of me with powerful, deliberate strokes that rocked my core, pulling me back into the depths of desire.


We had sex eleven times through the night and into the morning. Each encounter was hotter, naughtier, and more incredible than the last, and each time, Randy came deep inside of me, our bodies tangled, spent, and utterly satisfied.

Mid-morning, I awoke to the soft clinking of a mug. Randy appeared by the bed, a steaming cup of coffee and a glass of water in hand. He set them on the nightstand, then disappeared for a moment, only to return with my purse. "Here," he said, handing it to me, "so you can take your birth control."

After taking my birth control with the water and finishing the coffee, I slipped out of bed to brush my teeth. When I came back, Randy was propped up against the pillows. "What do you want for breakfast?" he asked, his voice still a little raspy from sleep.

"Just toast with butter, please," I replied, climbing back into bed.

"Is that all?" he asked, a slight frown of concern on his face.

"Yeah, that's all," I said, snuggling under the covers. "I'm not really a breakfast person."

He chuckled, then got up to make toast for both of us, returning to join me in bed a few minutes later.

After we ate, he took away our plates and our coffee mugs. When he came back, he kissed me, joined me in bed, he rolled me on my back, spread my legs and gently pushed his hard dick in my waiting pussy again. We made love a few more times, the morning light filtering through the curtains, before we finally got up in the early afternoon.

We hopped into the shower together. Randy’s dick was still hard and pulsing, and I was still desiring him with a raw ache. “Take me,” I whispered, pressing my body against his. He wasted no time, pushing me against the shower wall, the tiles cool against my heated skin, and drove himself into my slightly swollen pussy with a deep, hungry thrust. I moaned in a pleasurable mix of pain and pure ecstasy. We fucked in the shower, our bodies slick with water and sweat, until he was completely drained, groaning my name; by then, the water turned cold. He rushed to turn the water off and grabbed us towels, wrapping me in one, pulling me into a tight embrace.

Just then, we heard it. “Dad!” Emma and Max hollered from downstairs. “We’re home!! We missed you! What’s DeppGrl still doing here?”

Randy looked at me, a flash of apology in his eyes, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Be down in a second!” he yelled back then kissed me. “I’m so sorry! Take your time, baby.”

He rushed to his room to get dressed quickly then thundered down the stairs. I wrapped the towel around me and went into his room to get dressed. The man got me thongs and a graphic tee of my favorite 1980’s/1990’s band, Aerosmith. Thank crap I had travel deodorant in my purse because he had forgotten to pick some up for me. I put in my contacts and applied my makeup. Once dressed, I went downstairs, my hair still wet and dripping.

“Hey, Emma. Hi, Max!” I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. “How was your night with your grandparents?”

Emma and Max immediately began talking over each other, eager to tell Randy and me all about their adventures, the games they played, and how much sugar they’d consumed. Emma suddenly noticed my hair was wet.

“Did you have a sleepover with Dad last night?” she asked, her gaze too sharp for my liking.

“Emma! That’s not an appropriate question to ask!” Randy abruptly interjected, his voice firm. “It’s a bit rude.”

“Mom sends us to her parents when she has male friends sleep over!” she exclaimed, as if that explained everything.

“Sweetie, as much as I appreciate your mom, what she does with her friends is none of my business,” Randy said calmly. “I don’t think she’d like if her privacy was shared with others; even if it’s with me.”

“But DeppGrl? Did you sleep over?” she persisted, undeterred, eyes wide with curiosity.

I looked at Randy and mouthed that I was sorry, feeling a blush creep up my neck.

“Yes, Emma, I did,” I said, deciding to address her directly but gently. “I do agree with your dad that some things are meant to be kept private – such as your mom having people over. It’s not because we don’t care, we do, but some things aren’t to be shared – like your mom having sleepovers with friends.”

“Are you and my dad dating?” she asked, her curiosity still burning bright.

I looked at Randy and he looked at me, a silent exchange passing between us.

“Yes, Emma,” he sighed, a small smile playing on his lips as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. “DeppGrl and I are dating. That means that sometimes, she’ll sleep over here and sometimes, I’ll sleep over at her place. She and I will sleep over at each other’s when you guys are either with your mom, your aunt Kelsey or either set of grandparents.”

“Are you guys having sex?” young, sweet and innocent Max asked, his eyes wide and not so innocent.

I started choking on air, completely caught off guard, unable to breathe, my face surely crimson.

“Max, I know that the three of us – sorry, four of us – share with each other and there are some things we don’t share – like things that aren’t appropriate to share with kids. Whether DeppGrl and I are having sex, we don’t share with either of you because that’s between her and I,” Randy said, his voice firm but patient, cutting through my mortification. “The both of you need to start learning to respect levels of privacy of your mother as well as the privacy between DeppGrl and I. If not, there will be consequences.”

The kids nodded, their faces a mixture of understanding and mild apprehension. Randy then asked them to go put their things away. As they scurried off, Randy turned to me, cupped my face in his hands, and kissed me, gently biting my lip to encourage me to open my mouth – to deepen the kiss. I let him, melting into his touch.

I eventually pulled away, grabbing my things but consciously leaving behind the necessities he’d bought for me to keep here. I told him he needed to find a way to get together with his ex-wife and figure out how to talk to the kids about not being so nosy and respecting others’ privacy.

“The next sleep over is at my house,” I said, kissing him lightly. “I’ll have stuff for you to use when you do come over. I need to get stuff ready for work tomorrow.”

Randy kissed me back and nodded, a knowing smile on his face.

Hours later, he sent me screenshots of his texts with his ex-wife. She was in full agreement with him about having the kids learn to respect privacy and if not, there would be consequences – grounding, personal technology being taken away (though educational technology provided by the school would be kept), and doing more chores around the house.

I thanked him for sharing this information with me and asked when he was sleeping over. He said that he would be Wednesday night. I couldn’t wait.

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