A Starting Point

CHAPTER TWENTY- DAMN WOMAN!

William

After the shower, I put on my clothes and lay down on the bed. Her image won't leave my mind.
It was strange the way I had been thinking about her these days.
The first time I saw her, it was something fascinating. She was so relaxed in the water, her eyes closed and her face lit by the sun's rays. The breasts covered by a blue top, emerged from the water. Her long hair fanned out like big waves. I watched her for a while. In all my life, no woman had ever caught my attention so intensely.
I asked Calvin to go back to the stable and went there.
On this day, I heard your voice for the first time. Her curvy body, her face and even the way she wrapped her hair in a bun, made me get attached to her image. Her skin was so inviting, I thought I'd never seen anything like it.
When I touched her hair stuck on the fence, all that perfume she exhaled, entered me, fixing in my mind. I spent the day remembering her scent.
I was never obsessed with any woman.
I usually see one that looks like
makes a man want and then I take her to bed. Only
On the same night I dispense.
Except Mary.
During the three years we've known each other, she's been fulfilling my desires. I still date her from time to time because she never questions my ways or complains when I date other women. For her as well as for me, it's just sex.
Mary was the kind of woman for any man. A beautiful blonde with full lips who worked at Josh's shop, where she buys tools.
The first time I saw her, she made a move on me and I responded. After sex, she made it very clear that it wasn't going to go any further, and I liked it. I hate women on my toes. But, I could repeat it with her, because I knew she didn't get attached like me. She stayed with whoever she wanted and so did I.
I don't get attached to anyone and I'm not interested in relationship. I never went to sleep thinking about some woman. Until I saw Heloyse for the first time.
I agreed to go to the Whites' party because Thom said he would. Surely she would too. I felt like seeing her again.
She wore a dress that left her back bare. I could see the way men looked at her and that, it moved me. I still couldn't believe I had been jealous. This was a mistake! A very big mistake. There was still that idiot Johnson wanting her and that, I wouldn't let it happen. No, I wouldn't!
Lisy was different from Mary. Her body was delicate, with well-designed curves. Whatever clothes Mary put on made her look vulgar. Her face, body and even the way she gestured were visibly attractive. The man who saw her wanted to take her to bed, just for the sex. She loved acting that way.
Heloise was different. Everything about her was beautiful. From the shorts she wore to the river, to the damn backless dress she wore to the party. And the lips... Damn! I've never wanted to kiss a woman's lips so much. Her skin was so soft. Good to touch, good to kiss!
Everything was confused in my head. When I touch her, or when she's glued to me, it feels like I'm another man.
“Damn woman!”
I spent all day thinking about her and could barely get my work done. I was distracted by the image of her that kept appearing in my head.
The day had been difficult and so, at night, I decided to go to Duran's Club. I went to distract the head. And there, there's always some woman wanting my company.
I swear I tried to concentrate, but when the girl in one of the rooms with me started to take off her clothes, I looked at her and felt nothing. She didn't turn me on at all. That had never happened. I couldn't think of anything else that wasn't Heloyse.
I took the girl's hands off of me and dismissed her. I didn't care about her reaction.
And it was when I was returning home that I saw her.
My thoughts go to the moment we kissed. That was "fucking" good.
I tossed and turned in my bed not knowing what to do. I ran my hand over my hair and kept thinking about that face, those eyes, that mouth... I needed to experience those lips, one more time. I wanted her so badly, it was bothering me.
When I'm around her, I say what I shouldn't, I do what I shouldn't. I lose control. Anyway, I needed to be close to her. I would have her to myself, at least once and then... Well, I'm not a guy who sticks around for the "after".
"Damn woman, damn Will," I thought as I tossed and turned in bed. I regretted everything I thought about her. I should push her away.