1. A Second Opinion

Transcript

My friends already left, maybe I should too, but it's been a long, hectic week at work and I'm in the mood to blow off some steam and lose myself with strangers. The club's music is blaring in my ears, songs vibrate in my chest, my head, and my stomach. Then I feel a different type of vibration coming from my bag.

I pull out my phone wondering who it could be, it's a reminder for my checkup tomorrow. How dull. Disappointed, I knock back another tequila shot.

Then my phone is swiped from my hand in a flash, I gasp and turn to see a man I've been exchanging flirty looks with throughout the night. He flashes me a cheeky half-smile that could've melted ice caps in Antarctica. Uh, excuse me? Uh, did you know your phone's broken? He winks at me as he proceeds to type his number into my contact list.

Without breaking eye contact, he gives it back to me. Here we go, it's fixed now. Uh, um, okay? Hm, I'm Majid.

Hm, Anna. I stare at him in disbelief, not sure whether to be outraged or turned on. This man certainly has balls, but his stunt has worked, he has my attention.

So can I get you a drink? I'd love one. Okay, I'll be right back.

A few moments later, I return with two beers. Here we go. Cheers.

Majid asks me questions about myself, but not normal questions, interesting ones. And I do my best to match his wit. So where do you see yourself in five years? A travel blogger in Polynesia.

Hm, and what's your favorite vacation spot? Definitely Peru. Hm, would you prefer to read minds, or be able to teleport? Hm, definitely read minds.

Who would want to teleport? Life is about the journey. Now, do you believe in God? Fuck knows if there is one.

Cheers to that. He raises a glass in approval of my responses. Then he comes closer to me, so close I can smell his musky scent before he whispers in my ear.

If there is a God, then he'll send us both to hell tonight. Is that so? I roll my eyes at his cliche flirting, but I also can't help but notice his chiseled jawline, flecks of gold in his eyes, and broad shoulders.

Mm, I want him. The more I get to know Majid, the more attractive he becomes. He's charming and charismatic, a bit cocky, but a gentleman too.

I wonder if he wants to kiss me as much as I want him to. Come to think of it, why hasn't he already? Damn it, who needs to take a phone call this late at night? Where's he going? Ugh.

I lean against the bar and scroll through Instagram mindlessly, worried that I'd just been ghosted. Hey, sorry about that. Um, let's take this elsewhere.

Yes, please. Anticipation fills the air in the cab on our way back to my place. It's obvious that we're going to have sex, so why hasn't he kissed me yet? Hmm, aren't you going to make a move? What? Me? Why aren't you making a move? Was grabbing your phone not enough? Alright, how's this? I place a hand on his thigh and lean in as if to kiss him, but don't go all the way.

Instead, I leave a tiny gap between our lips, staring deep into his eyes, while I let my hand find its way to the bulge in his pants. Clear enough? Yes, perfectly clear.

He runs his fingers through my hair, placing his hand on the back of my head, then finally leans in to kiss me. Devour me. Claiming my mouth, then my neck, leaving a trail of kisses along my jawline.

His warm whispers tease the skin on my neck. You want it, don't you? The taxi pulls up outside my apartment block and we rush inside, straight into the elevator, where he presses me against the wall and runs his hands up my thighs.

We kiss fervently as his hands find their way under my skirts to the inside of my panties. I'm so turned on, I'm about to lose my mind. And before I know it, Majid slips a finger inside my pussy.

You feel so amazing. I can't wait to be inside you. Oh my god, are we still on the ground floor? I think we forgot to press the button.

Which floor do you live on? I reach over and hit the number 5 before anyone enters and catches us in the act. Once the elevator starts to go up, I kiss him again, with more passion than before.

His hand traces my back and as we reach my floor, we crash out of the elevator and stumble into my apartment. In a flash, Majid has hoisted me up onto the kitchen counter, kissing my breast ferociously. Come here.

Then, he moves his mouth down my body and continues where he left off earlier, his face between my thighs and my moans echoing across the room. Oh my god, it's so good. He kisses my pussy and licks me slowly, moving his tongue in circles.

Oh my god, that feels so good. How can this feel so good? Fuck.

Oh, you taste so good. I can't hold out any longer. I need to fuck you right now.

Follow me. I beckon Majid to the bedroom, take my remaining clothes off and lay down on the bed. He takes out a condom from his pocket, then lets his jeans fall to the floor.

My pussy pulses at the thought of feeling him deep inside me. Spread those thighs for me. Let me see that pussy.

He lays down on top of me and teases my opening for a while. I'm aching to feel him. Desperate.

Do you like that? Yes. Finally, he enters me with one deep thrust.

Then again. And again. The bed shakes beneath us as he picks up speed, rocking in time with our bodies.

He plunges into me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body and my toes curl in anxious delight. Oh, fuck. Oh my god, that feels so good.

Oh, like that, yeah. Just like that. Oh god.

Yes. Oh yes. Oh god.

Oh god, you're so hot. Oh my god. Yes.

Okay. How does that feel? You like it when I rub your clit like that? My cheek.

He kisses my neck as he switches up the rhythm, going deeper and deeper into me, thrusting faster and faster. And I can tell we're both about to cum. Fuck.

I'm so close. Keep going. Keep.

Oh. Oh. Yes.

Yes. God, I can't believe my luck running into you tonight. That wasn't mediocre one-night stand, right? That was really fucking good.

Yes. That was not mediocre. Do you want to sleep over? Yes, please.

I'm spent. I bring him a towel and a glass of water, then we talk and cuddle for a while before falling asleep with our bodies intertwined. The next morning, I wake up to an unfamiliar ringing.

It's his alarm. He jumps out of bed instantly. Thanks for last night.

I have to run. He kisses me and rushes off so quickly that I wonder if it had all been a dream. What was his name again? Oh, Majid.

That's right. A few moments later, my own phone beeps and a reminder comes up for that checkup later. I sigh as I roll out of bed to get ready, taking my time to do so, distracted by thoughts about him.

Is he expecting me to text first, or should I play hard to get? I wonder what he does for a living. Ugh.

I need to see him again. Have to see him again. That's the problem with good sex.

You get fucked good once, and you become desperate for more. I eat a late breakfast while watching TV, then get dressed in a long, flowy button-up dress that would be easy to unbutton for the stethoscope and easy to lift up to check my reflexes. Picking up coffee on the way, I'm ready to get this over with.

The waiting room is almost empty, just the way I like it. Before long, my name is called and I walk into the doctor's room. Once my checkup is done, I grab my purse and head for the reception.

But I stop in my tracks when I see the back of a handsome man walking out of one of the doors. Oh my god. It's him! Thanks for watching!