Authors: Gina Ranalli
Clicking the phone off, she tossed it onto the sofa and then turned to Wally. “See? That wasn’t so bad was it? I told you I’d say nothing but wonderful things about you. And I kept my word, didn’t I? And do you know why that is? It’s because every word of it is true! You honestly are the sweetest thing I’ve ever known.”
Smiling, she rose from the chair and did her best to hug the wall. Murmuring into it, she said, “I’ll always be honest with you, I promise. I don’t know who hurt you before, but I know what that feels like and would never intentionally hurt anyone, ever. I’m just not that kind of person. You can trust me and on that you have my solemn word.”
She snuggled up to the wall, pressing the full-length of her body against it. Then, rather unexpectedly, she felt her nipples stiffen against the wall and she let out a low surprised groan. She rotated her chest against the firm surface, relishing the movement. “Mmm,” she moaned. “That feels good, baby.” She turned her face against the wall and kissed it softly, her lips barely parted. Her hands clenched into fists and tentatively, her tongue slipped out from between her lips and ever so gently tasted the wall. “So sweet,” she whispered, and abruptly kissed the wall with more force, probing it with the tip of her tongue before opening her mouth wide and lapping at it, gyrating her entire body against it, grunting loudly.
“
Oh my God,” she cried suddenly, pushing away from the wall and turning her back to him. She folded her arms across her tingling breasts and said, “I don’t think I’m ready for this. It’s not that I don’t want to…it’s just…” She trailed off, unsure of how to explain herself. “I just don’t think we should rush into it.” Facing the wall once more, she said, “I mean, don’t you agree? Anything worth having is worth waiting for, right?”
She watched the wall expectantly with more than a little fear in her eyes. This was the test after all. The test to see if Wally was, in fact, everything she imagined he was. If he was worth her time…her trust…her love.
A tense moment passed and the next thing she knew she was weeping with relief and gratitude. She rushed back to the wall and hugged it once again. “Oh, Wally. I’m so glad you feel the same way. We’ll have plenty of time for all that other stuff. Right now, we need to get to know everything about each other and not be too hasty, no matter how strong the attraction is.”
She let her happy thankful tears stain the wall until they ceased falling and her breathing returned to normal. Taking a step back, she winked at the wall and poked it with her index finger. “And on that note, you big stud, I’m going to bed
Alone!
” Laughing joyously, she turned and ran from the room, knowing what a dirty tease she was and loving every second of it.
It became harder and harder for her to think of anything but Wally. From the office, she took to calling him as much as eight times a day, leaving demure messages of love on the machine, sometimes being sinfully flirtatious, hoping it turned him on as he stood there listening. It certainly turned
her
on.
She knew the time was rapidly approaching when neither of them would be able to wait any longer. Their lust became more undeniable with every passing day, and their make-out sessions grew longer and more intense. Breaking apart became increasingly difficult and, she knew, would soon be impossible.
* * * * *
The night they finally made love was not exactly spontaneous. Maybe to the wall it seemed that way, as she did feel a sense of surprise from him, but she had the entire thing planned. She had wanted to call the shots, to be the one in control, the one who
decided
it was time.
The whole thing made her feel empowered and delightfully naughty.
Together, she and Wally had shared a meal, as had become their custom and then watched a movie, this time of
her
choosing. She’d picked one of her favorites:
Sleepless in Seattle
. Wally didn’t seem all that interested and she knew that he thought he was being forced to watch a ‘chick flick’ but he perked up when she compared him to the ever-so-romantic and sweet Tom Hanks. After that, he paid close attention and the woman could tell he was even amused at the funny parts.
She sighed contentedly, munching popcorn in the dim glow of the TV, her big strong man beside her. And even if he didn’t care that much for the movie, she didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty about it because she knew that afterwards she was going to give him something he would like very much indeed.
When the end credits began to roll, she muted the TV and politely excused herself. “I have to use the ladies room to…” She smiled mischievously, “…to powder my nose.”
Leaving him to wonder, she went into her bedroom and changed into a lacy black teddy bought just that afternoon for this very occasion.
She returned quickly enough, pausing at the top of the stairs to let him take all of her in. “Like what you see?” she asked in her most sultry voice. “It’s all for you.”
Barefoot, she slowly made her way down the three steps and crossed the room towards the wall, doing her best to swing her hips the way women in the movies did.
Once she arrived at the wall, she tried to glare at it fiercely, imagining herself as a large jungle cat in heat. She jabbed it with a finger. “You have to do as I say, is that understood, mister?
I’m
the one in charge around here.
I
call the shots. You just stand there and be a good boy.”
Fighting against a smile, she could tell her words excited Wally to the point where he was close to bursting. She briefly considered toying with him some more, prolonging his agony, but in doing so, she would be prolonging her own as well, and frankly, she just couldn’t wait another single moment to have him. To
taste
him. To feel his rough touch
down there.
She threw herself into the wall hard enough to cause bruises but all she felt was the electricity between them. She ravished the wall with her tongue, clawed at it, tried to climb it, sunk to her knees and licked and lapped and sucked and scraped against it until there were gouges in it and clumps of white paint between her teeth.
Panting, she rose to her full height, a smoldering gaze on her face as she slipped the teddy off her shoulders and let it fall to her ankles. Very lady-like, she stepped out of it and then kicked it forcefully across the room and resumed fucking the wall.
She raked her bare nipples back and forth until she cried out in pleasure and pain. Pulling back a little, she slid her hand over one breast and down her body, over her slightly rounded tummy, before dipping it into her moist aching pussy. She slid her fingers inside, groaning loudly, before pulling them out and smearing her juice on the wall.
“
You like that?” she growled. “You like the taste of that, don’t you? Who’s the bitch now, huh, big boy? Who’s the
fucking
bitch now?”
Ramming her crotch against the wall, she had to reach down and spread herself open to get the full effect. She ground her body against Wally, moving up and down on the balls of her feet, the side of her face smashed into the wall, her hips pumping faster and faster as her voice rose and rose until she was nearly screaming.
Her body exploded into an orgasm so intense that she could no longer keep herself standing. She crumpled to the floor and curled into the fetal position, her hands between her legs, coaxing out every last little spasm, her bare ass against Wally’s baseboard.
It was a long time before she was able to speak and even longer before she could move her body. She felt as though she’d turned to jelly right there; a puddle of jelly.
“
Jesus,” she finally said, chuckling a little. “I told you it would be worth the wait, didn’t I?”
She smiled at Wally’s response and made a soft cooing sound. “You’re the best I ever had too, darling. The absolute best.”
A little while later, she went upstairs to fetch her pillow and a few blankets. She came back down and made her bed at the foot of the wall, sighing contentedly.
Finally, she felt brave enough to say the words, though they were barely above a whisper: “I love you, Wally.”
She fell into a blissful afterglow sleep and in the morning felt the happiest she’d ever been in her life, despite an aching back and a badly bruised pelvic bone.
* * * * *
Weeks passed and the woman could not believe her good fortune. She felt blessed. Who knew that true love would ever find her? She’d long ago resigned herself to the fact that she would be one of those people destined to spend their lives alone, sometimes having a few meaningless flings here and there, but always ultimately ending up alone and unsatisfied.
In the past, she had often wondered if she was just being too choosy or perhaps she had no concept of what love really was. Now she knew that was wrong. She was neither too choosy nor too ignorant. She just hadn’t met the right guy. But now she had.
Wally
was the right guy. The
perfect
guy. Oh, sure, maybe not perfect for just anyone. But definitely perfect for
her.
They were perfect for
each other
.
No one had ever understood her the way Wally did. No one had been as patient, as kind, as loving, as sweet, as strong. He was everything she’d ever hoped to find in a man—but she had become convinced that such a man didn’t exist except in her imagination.
God, how wrong she’d been!
Now she had finally found him and she had no intention of ever letting him go. They would build a happy life together, with a deep foundation of love and trust and friendship above all other things. Of course, the fact that the sex was fabulous didn’t hurt either. She was no fool! Every couple has to have an element of attraction in order for the relationship to work. Otherwise, like it or not, you’re really nothing more than best friends.
But that was not a worry for her and Wally. They could talk and listen to each other, appreciate and respect the other’s feelings and therefore, they had all the right ingredients to make a long, happy, healthy relationship.
And happy she was.
More than once during this idyllic time, that old dirty word had crossed her mind: marriage.
The thought made her happier than she could have ever imagined, but, as aggressive as she could be sexually, she was an old-fashioned girl at heart. She would wait for Wally to pop the question and she was quite certain he would and sooner, rather than later.
She grinned to herself, fantasizing about their wedding day. What a handsome groom he would make. And she would, at long last, be the beautiful blushing bride.
Oh, what a wondrous day it would be!
PART II
One day that summer, the woman came home to find an odd patch on Wally. She regarded him with suspicion at first, wondering just what the hell he’d been up to while she’d been toiling away at the office, but upon closer inspection, she saw that the patch was greenish-black and somewhat fuzzy looking.
A fungus of some kind.
“
Oh my God,” she said, pressing her hand to the wall a little higher than her own forehead. “Are you feeling okay, sweetheart? You don’t look well at all.”
She noticed that the fungus was right around the same level as her own crotch and her heart skidded momentarily, but then she remembered that she and Wally hadn’t had sex for a few days so whatever it was, she had a pretty good feeling that she was safe from it.
To make light of the situation, she said, “You haven’t been fooling around on me now, have you, sweetie?”
Wally wasn’t amused. He stared back at her blankly.
“
Aw, honey, I’m sorry. I know you’re probably worried. No need to put on that macho act for me. It’s probably nothing a little topical ointment won’t clear up. But, first, we should wash the area with some good old fashioned soap and water.”
She did just that, scrubbing the area very gently with a warm wash cloth and saying reassuring things to Wally all the while. “There—how’s that?” she asked, as she scrubbed the fungus away. “Feel better?” She smiled lovingly at the wall. “Now what do you say I make us some dinner? Pork chops sound okay? I know they’re one of your favorites.”
Stopping at the top of the stairs, she turned around and looked at the wall. “Of course you don’t have to wait for dinner to have a beer! I’ll get you one right now, baby. Don’t you move a muscle!”
* * * * *
They ate while watching sports on TV. Well, Wally watched while the woman daydreamed. They’d been together for several months now and while, admittedly, some of the fire had gone out of their relationship, she was still just as happy as she’d ever been. They didn’t need to have sex
every
night, after all.