Little Miss Calculation - Sex Stories

Little Miss Calculation

... plastic skull and her plastic joints clacked as the car picked up speed. She could hear a shriek. Could hear nothing else. She thought it was the engine. Or the car along its metal tracks. Just before she hit the wall, she figured it out: she was laughing. She didn’t know what to make of the dream when she woke up, and as with all dreams, it faded by midday. It wasn’t until the end of the week, when it was time for Hayden to fulfill his end of the bargain, that she realized just how much she’d miscalculated her feelings for him. Part 2 Elaine was thankful for finals. It gave her mind something to sink its teeth into that didn’t involve Hayden or threesomes or that buzz in her ears. In her first semester of law school, it felt good to worry about a test that counted for half of her grade rather than whether she had just ruined a good thing before it began. Hayden didn’t call, although he never did before. She thought about texting him but didn’t. It felt too casual and calling herself was too desperate, although that almost didn’t stop her. When pressure built, she got horny, and with everything going on, she felt like Captain Nemo beneath the ocean with a giant kraken coiled around her. By the time finals were over and she was back at work Thursday — the Thursday night — she was on the ragged edge. He was with her. With them. Worse, he was with them and she was here. December was already a low attendance month. Coupled with the fact that winter break had begun for most of ...

... the college students, the gym was nearly empty on Thursday night. Natalie had sent most of the employees home. Natalie didn’t even need to say a thing. Elaine could feel the judgment in the way she looked at her, turning her head without swiveling her body. Or the way she opened a Ziploc bag of baby carrots and offered one to Elaine. “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” Natalie had a furrow squeezed between her green eyes and worry lines around her mouth. “Like my mom.” “Sorry. It’s kind of a habit.” “I made a mistake, didn’t I?” “If you’re asking yourself that, then probably.” She reached out and touched Elaine’s shoulder. “What I don’t understand is why you don’t call it off.” She would have, if he’d called her, or if they’d run into one another in the grocery store, or at Target, or the metro — or anywhere. She would have said something. But… “I can’t.” “So you don’t want to go through with it, you have the power to stop it, but you’re not going to do a thing about it?” Natalie frowned. “I’m starting to lose sympathy here.” “Oversimplify much? It’s that first part I’m struggling with. Part of me wants to do it, I think.” She could have wrestled back control, yes, but so much of the fun for the past month with Hayden was that she didn’t have it. Her relationship was showing all the signs of addiction: an all-consuming thirst for something she couldn’t stop, but would destroy her if she didn’t. “I had this clear vision of what my life would be like in ten years, right? ...