The Gloss Diaries
Volume 1: Frankie | Episode 4
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There was no way for me to know this, but that would be the first and last night that I would see Frankie for months. It was as if she just disappeared. Since she was not a student there was no way for me to run into her on campus. My one source of information was Sasha and I was definitely not going to ask her, “Hey, how are things with that girl that you brought to Tom’s gallery party? The hot one that I kissed outside then went home and had mindblowing sex with my boyfriend while thinking about it.”
Honestly, I had been avoiding Sasha as much as I could. Unfortunately, she was the main model for my figure drawing class every Thursday. I cycled through different thoughts. Did Frankie tell her what happened? Probably not, but if so, what did she think about me? Would she tell Tom? Would Tom tell Rick?
After a few weeks of no news, I got so desperate that I asked Rick. He walked in wafting of dirt and sweat from a busy Sunday afternoon at his family’s farm. I was sitting on the couch working on a sketch. He leaned down and he kissed me while taking a peek at my drawing. I never like to show an unfinished piece – even to him. He teased, “Oh, that’s nice, is that Sasha?” I smugly said, “Who else?”
The door opened so I rushed through it.
“Hey, how is Tom? His gallery show was such a hit. I heard so many people saying it was the party of the year. Have you heard anything from him?” Rick replied, “Oh, for sure! He met so many cool people! I think he is going to have another one in the spring semester.” An electric pulse shot through my body. Sasha will be there. Suddenly there was the real possibility of seeing Frankie again. “Oh, how fun?!” I exclaimed.
That night, lying next to him, I started preparing for the upcoming interaction. Hey Frankie, it’s Gloria. We kissed. Good to see you again. Hi Frankie, I was hoping I would see you here. I’ve been thinking about our kiss everyday. Not in an obsessed way, like a normal healthy way. Totally normal, healthy way. And then, I really started thinking about the kiss. The hours passed as I tossed and turned trying to fall asleep.
No luck.
I got up out of the bed and went into the bathroom to splash some water on my face. Standing in front of the mirror, glowing in the amber night light, I studied my lips. I leaned in close to the mirror as if to kiss it. Took off Rick’s oversized t-shirt. Slid my panties down. Bare and radiant, I began caressing my breast. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the moment.
Frankie became the one squeezing my nipples. I could taste her lips as she moved her hands over my hips and ass. She pulled me close to her, pressing our naked bodies together. Warmth radiated from her cunt to mine. It was as if I was in a trance. She was there with me. I began touching myself. I was dripping wet with excitement.
Slow at first, bringing the wetness up over my clit and then plunging my fingers in deep. If I let out a sound, I was completely unaware. As I increased the speed, my mind shifted. My clit was so hard and erect that it became a cock. Frankie’s hand gripped tightly around me as I grew stiff. She pushed me to the floor while confessing “Gloria I haven’t stopped thinking about you, please fill this ache” and guided me inside of her.
She was sitting on top of me as my cock went deeper and deeper. Her eyes blazed devouring me. She loved it so much. Her pussy felt so good that I had to tell her to slow down so that I could enjoy it longer. She did. I did not want to rush. The drawn out friction of skin on skin. Seeing her rise up off my wet cock then push down on it deeper each time. In sheer ecstasy I vowed, “Oh god, Frankie, I am going to cum so hard for you!” I thrust my hips into her harder.
I was moving so quickly that my body began to tremble. My legs were shaking as I was getting closer to climax. My eyes feasted on the sight of her pleasure. You are so fucking beautiful. She leaned down and kissed me. “God, Gloria, how I’ve wanted you,” she moaned. She ran her fingers through my hair and clenched it tightly in her fist. Faster. Harder. The skies parted and the heavens opened up as the warmth surrounded me. Sweet sticky release.
It took me a few moments to open my eyes and orient myself to the room. The bottoms of my feet were cold against the tile floor. Rick’s half asleep voice broke through the late night silence, “G are you okay?” I cleared my throat to find my words, “Yes love, I’ll be back to bed soon.”
I slipped my shirt on over my head. Put my panties on one foot at a time while stabilizing myself against the counter. The bathroom was still the same. I suddenly felt very different. In somewhat of a daze, I left the bathroom and got back into bed. I cuddled up to Rick. He put his arm around me, pulled me close into him and I immediately drifted off to sleep.
Winter break came and went. Rick and I were connecting more intensely. He met my family over the holidays and was an instant hit. Handsome in his dark green wool sweater, I think my mom wanted to date him even more than me. When we got back to campus, I had a new set of classes and none of them involved Sasha. A welcomed relief. As my days were filled with new experiences, Frankie drifted further away. Did it even matter now? Why had I given so much energy to this one moment with a stranger?
One day after meeting Rick for coffee, I walked down to the pottery supply store on main street to pick up an order for my new sculpture class. There was a bell above the door that announced my arrival. A pleasant jingle reverberated through the empty store. The girl at the counter turned around to greet me, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” It was as if time stood still as I looked up to see Frankie standing there smiling.
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