Building Friction (Part 13)

After a hitching sob, I heard the door to the restroom creak open. The footsteps on the tile floor echoed off the wall. They didn't sound like the high heels of a woman, but rather the flat soles of a men's pair of dress shoes. I heard his voice tentatively say my name.

"Chloe?" Geoff softly called out.

Go away! My mind screamed. I ran my hands down my face, wiping away the tears. I tried to sniffle as softly as I could. Jesus, just leave me alone! My head was pounding, my heart was racing and my knees felt as if they were going to buckle.

"I know you're in here. Chloe, I'm not leaving until you talk to me." He was approaching my stall. I squeezed my eyes shut.

There was the sound of a woman exiting the stall next to mine. The door clicked open and I could hear the distinct tap of stillettos. "You shouldn't be in the women's restroom," the voice started with caution.

"I know that, but there is a woman in here, and I offended her. However, she ran off before I could explain to her why it was ridiculous for her to get offended in the first place." Geoff's voice raised to a normal speaking tone as he addressed the woman.

He wasn't going away. I could stand as quietly as my body would allow, but knowing that man's tenacity, he wasn't leaving until he'd said his peace. I could hear the shuffling of the woman on the outside of my stall.

"Is there someone in here?" She called out. "Do you want me to call security?"

I sighed deeply. Pressing the fingertips of my right hand to my forehead, I responded. "No, that won't be necessary, I'll be fine." I unlocked the stall door and opened it a fraction, showing her my face and weakly giving her a smile. "He's an asshole, but he's harmless."

She glanced over at Geoff, giving him the once over and then shrugged her shoulders and left the room. I could see his face peering through the crack I'd parted. His eyes softened when he caught a glimpse of my face. "Please, Chloe. Listen to what I have to say."

I opened the door wider and allowed him to step inside the stall with me. He closed and locked the door behind him. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes, so I hung my head downward and stared at the tops of my strappy black leather heels. I fixated on the red nail polish of my big toe.

"Why did you run off?" Geoff asked.

"I didn't want to deal with you. I'm sick of it. All you ever do is mock me," I began to build up speed as I spoke, steam-rolling the sentences out of me so that I could get them over with. "Then you tell me that you've found someone else who's just like me. Talk about fucking her. Laugh about it. Like I'm supposed to laugh along with you. 'Oh, look, I found a suitable replacement, except she's nicer! She's willing to fuck me!'" I was shaking. Even as my throat tightened against the words, even though I instantly regretted saying all of them, they wouldn't stop coming.

"Why would it bother you if I fucked someone else? You've made it very clear that you aren't interested in me that way." He was wringing his hands. It looked as if he was fighting something.

"Well, I don't want to hear about it!" I screamed, then clapped my hand across my mouth. "I don't," I began again, softer this time. "I don't care to hear the details of you fucking someone. Especially not when you tell me that you think that person is just like me!"

"But why should it matter? Give me a straight fucking answer!"  He reached forward hooked a finger under my chin, tilting my head upwards and forcing me to look him in the eyes. They sparkled a brilliant green and stared deep down into me. I squeezed my eyes shut to avoid looking into them.

"If you're going to lust after me, then lust after me! Don't do it and then go fuck someone else! I don't want to be a part of that!" I raised my voice again, feeling my lower lip tremble. Don't cry. Jesus, not now. Don't fucking cry now.

"I never wanted to fuck her Chloe, I was making a damn joke to see how you'd react." He let go of my chin and my head fell back down to my chest. When I looked up at him again, it was through my own willpower.

"Well, now you know. Now you've got more ammo to mock me with, are you happy? I was bothered by the idea of you fucking someone else, OK? I somehow thought..." I let my voice trail off, stopping myself.

"You somehow thought what?" he asked.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut again. Defeated, I decided to just admit it all. "I somehow thought I was special to you. After all you said, even the bad stuff, I thought you really wanted me and only me. And, fuck you, I liked that thought." I toed the ground, pursed my lips and exhaled.

"How long was I talking to that woman for?" Geoff asked.

"What? What are you talking about?" I looked up at him, snapped out of my moment.

"How long was I talking to that woman who you were so offended over the concept that I might refer to her as being similar to you?" He cocked his head and waited for my answer.

"Three minutes?" I narrowed my brow at him.

"You really think that in 3 minutes I could have made an accurate comparison to you? Yes, in 3 minutes she displayed some of the attributes that you have revealed through your writing from time to time, but what would have happened in 5 minutes? Or 10? What would have happened an hour later? If I gave her enough time, she was just going to come off as a poor man's Chloe. Why the fuck would I want that when I have the rich man's version right here?" He stopped and assessed my reaction.

I felt as if I had the air knocked out of me. I struggled to swallow. I could feel my eyes well up again. "Ouch," was the only word I could wrangle out of myself.

"That's not an ouch for you. You've made it clear that I can't have you. And while I had someone in front of me who could have substituted for you, I passed on that. I decided that I had no interest in pursuing those comparisons because I knew she'd fall short when I took a step back and looked at you both."

I looked up and scanned his face. It wasn't hard and it wasn't pleading. It was placid. He wasn't trying to win me over. He wasn't trying to piss me off. This was the face of a man who was speaking from the heart. I bit my bottom lip and thought of the next thing to say, but couldn't find the words. I stared into his eyes, silent. He stared back, impassive.

"Geoff...." I began slowly.

"Chloe...?" He replied.

"Kiss me."

With that, he lunged forward, his arms encircling my waist. My hands flew up behind his neck and pulled him down to me. His mouth was air locked over mine, our tongues dancing together. The frustrations of the last 20 minutes were drowned out in our combining saliva. He pushed forward and slammed me against the side of the stall. Our mouths broke apart for a second and we inhaled deeply, then dove right back in. I could feel him getting excited, his stiffening cock pressing the thin material of my dress against my leg.

The world turned into a hazy soup of muted sound and light. I felt his hands run down over my breasts. They squeezed them firmly, yet more gently than I could have imagined possible from him. He ran his thumbs over my nipples and I felt a current run down to my toes, hitting every potent stop along the way. His mouth broke from mine and in a flash the front of my dress had been pulled down, along with the cups of my bra, revealing my hardened nipples. His tongue darted over the right and then the left. My head fell forward and I gasped. I held onto the back of his head and pressed him in place. His teeth delicately grated over the skin. My entire body shuddered.

I pulled his head back up and kissed him again. This time it was my turn to let my hands wander, as I ran them down the front of his slacks and grabbed at his now fully engorged cock. From just a precursory feel, I could tell that it was bigger than average, and definitely thicker than most. Suddenly my pussy became sopping wet. I unzipped his pants and freed his member. In a quick glance down I realized that my initial assessment was dead on. His cock was, for lack of a better word, infuckingcredible.

"Fuck me!" I demanded.

He slid his hands down my ass and hooked them under my upper thighs, lifting me into the air. I drew back my skirt and exposed my pussy, bare and glistening.

"You're not wearing any panties!" Geoff exclaimed mockingly. "And fucking Christ! You're wearing motherfucking garters! Are you trying to kill me here?" He snapped at the garter and bit his lip.

"Shut up and fuck me before I change my mind!" I growled.

With that, he'd penetrated me in one easy stroke, gliding in to the hilt. He began to pound me mercilessly against the metal wall, as if he were hammering me into place. My legs were spread as far as I could allow, his body moved between them deftly, his cock throbbed in rhythm with my cunt. He lowered his head and bit me lightly on the side of my neck.

That was all it took to feel the orgasm about to crash through me. My muscles clenched, and I could feel his body sink even deeper into mine. I started to shake my head. "No, no, no..." I repeated incoherently.

Geoff pressed his lips up to my ear. "I'm fine with it. I want it. Let go."

That was all the go-ahead I needed. As my climax hit its pinnacle, my juices began to flow, gushing out around his dick, falling to the floor in a splatter as he continue to thrust within me. My eyes rolled back in my head and my vision started to close in on me. I could hear him panting shallowly and knew he was inches away himself. I clawed at the back of his neck as my indicator to do his own letting go.

"Fffffffffffuck!" he screamed and let forth his cum. He continued to pump his hips as blast after blast assaulted me. As he wound down, his body weight pressed against me, pinning me in place like a butterfly in a collector's display. My legs were still spread and the feel of him between them suddenly struck me.

"Why?" I asked in a hushed tone.

His hands slid down, and my legs began to sink to the floor. When my heels made contact with the tiles, I moved to stand on my own. His softening cock slid out of me as easily as it had slid in. He let his head loll back. I smoothed the front of my dress down and repositioned my tits back into their bra. I inspected the skirt for telltale stains. I started to repeat the question as I turned the fabric over in my hands. "Why? Why?"

"Why what?" Geoff asked, breathless. He meagerly pulled his cock back into his pants and went to zip them back up. "What are you babbling about?"

"WHY?" I asked in a hard tone, then glared at him. His face was awash in the standard after glow.

"I have no fucking clue what you are talking about, but if you're saying why was that so damn good, I say, who cares? It was just fucking good, isn't that enough?" He attempted a smile and went to stroke my upper arm.

I shrugged off the gesture. "No. No. No. Not that." Even I was aware that I was starting to sound like a lunatic.

"OK, good isn't a strong enough word. Phenomenal. It was phenomenal. Are you happy now?" He reached up and tried touching me again, this time going for a loose strand of hair. Suddenly I saw Matt's face as we were walking along the marina. I closed my eyes. A black pit was beginning to form in my stomach.

"NO!" I screamed. "NO! WHY YOU?!?!?"

He jerked his hand away from me as if he'd been burned. His face went from after glow to a stern look of aggravation.

"You're all wrong! You're an asshole! You're rude and you're condescending and you fucking mock everything I do and say! Oh, and my writing! You fucking make fun of my writing! Why the fuck am I in here with YOU?" My eyes shot daggers at him, daring him to answer.

Geoff nodded softly. "Yeah, I see what you mean. I'm the worst possible choice for the precious Chloe to pick. I have absolutely ZERO redeeming qualities. I might as well shoot myself right here and now rather than go on with life knowing that I soiled the princess of perfection." He ran his hand over his hair, pausing. "You know what? Fuck that. And fuck you, Chloe."

With that, he whipped open the lock on the stall and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving me alone, with a dull ache between my legs and a sharp pang of guilt in my heart.