Tuesday

Previously: The Next Day by Robin Van Persie

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Dana watched the water trickle down her breasts. It reminded her of the rain. The rain that drenched them both, despite the umbrella. The rain that soaked her favorite dress. The rain that pulled her to him for warmth.

But that rain was cold. The shower is warm at just the right temperature. Maybe too warm… like his warm hands running down her body… cupping her breasts… rubbing her nipples… caressing her thighs…

She shook her head and turned off the hot tap. Almost instantly the water from the shower head turned cold. Her arms leaned against the pale green tiles as she bowed her head under the flow of water. Smooth tiles. Rough wallpaper. Her fingers splayed against the wall as they did a few nights before, when he entered her from behind. With one thrust he filled her.

Crap! Crap! Dana cursed to herself as she turned the shower knob and reached for her towel. She patted herself dry, specially between her legs, which she knew was wet, not from the shower.

One night only. That's what she allowed herself before she sent him a text last Friday. One night only. That was all she needed to get over their steamy phone call. One night only. Like a limited concert of old yet classic artists visiting Manila. One night only, without repeat performance.

Oh, sure, they may have more than desire in common, her brain said, as she picked out what to wear that Tuesday morning. He seemed like a nice guy. They have a lot in common. It's not like they were humping all the time, or just thought about humping all the time. The fact that they stayed up the whole night, just talking, was even more sexy than she thought.

She liked hearing the sound of his voice… deep and soothing.

Dana sighed as she hung up a blouse back in her closet. Casual Tuesdays at work. She reached for her favorite jeans, tank top and button down shirt. Yep, she had underwear on. She chose her plainest and most boring set of panties and bra. She "forgot" to wear underwear last Friday in haste. Or maybe it was just one of those selected forgetfulness. Or perhaps she was hoping they skip dinner and fast forward to breakfast in bed.

Breakfast. It's funny now that she invited him for breakfast when she would have just a cup of coffee in the mornings before rushing out the door. She had planned on making fluffy cheese omelette though.

She rest of her weekend was witness to the war inside her head. She originally planned a marathon of "Game of Thrones," a series that she had not watched but wanted to because all of her colleagues have seen it. Instead, Dana called up her mother and invited her out for a girl's day out, just to get him out of her head. Mom helped a bit by talking about some of her kumare's sons, and nagged her about meeting guys more, and argued about Dana's past time of books, films and writing, and tried to talk her into hobbies that will make her meet more guys. Thankfully, it was a blur of activity at the office yesterday. Monday hell. Estelle, God bless her feeble-ing mind, mixed up the schedules and it was a rush to meet deadlines. Good thing that another colleague worked with Dana to finish the reports. At least that prevented her from reading and rereading his stories again.

Dana now wonders what it would be like to cuddle with him as they watched TV together. His arms would wrap around her as she snuggled in his warmth. Her knees will lay casually on his thighs barely touching his boxer-clad manhood. Is he a popcorn or chips kind of guy? Dana won't know now.

But Dana knew that had they marathon-ed the TV series, she will begin to rub her knee against his manhood. She will let a finger graze on his nipple while she nuzzled at his neck. He would probably stop her sexy ministrations while he's glued on the TV. She might even allow being second only to the TV. Oh, she'd let him watch the TV, alright. She will just kneel in front of him lounged on the sofa, and grab his wonderful sleeping cock as he watched the Queen of Dragons survive the fire. She's sure that by the time the next episode rolled its opening credits, she will have the full attention of his penis. Rob can stay glued on the TV as she removes her shorts and panties, keeping her night shirt on, and straddle him. She will be very careful not to block the TV though as she grinds her pussy down his shaft.

Dana shook her head. Too much of a good thing is not a good thing at all.

One night only was all she could allow herself. One night only was all she will allow herself. After all, it was only with him that she allowed one night. A mind-blowing one night.

No, no strings. And he seemed to understand that. "Your call," was what he said. My call, Dana thought. It was just sex, right? A one night stand. Nothing more, nothing less. No, no strings.

She looked at her phone and scrolled down her message inbox to the message that she did not reply to for a few days.

"Hey you, I know you're still sleeping. I'll probably hit the sack in a bit, as well. I just wanted to say that I had a great time last night and this morning. If you're not busy later, give me a call. Maybe we can have dinner again or something. Your call. Good morning, Dana."

She pressed on the options button and selected delete. She also searched her contacts list to delete his number. "Delete Rob?" the phone prompted. Dana scrolled to yes.

She then dialled a number.

"Good morning. Thank you for calling Globe Telecom. This is Marie. How may I help you, Ma'am?"

"Yes, hello. I'd like to change my phone number."

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