More to Love (Part II)

Read Part I here: http://pserotica.com/node/8034

Rita pulled down the zipper of her jacket and settled in her chair. She loved being in the office early. It gave her time to browse through her Facebook and Twitter accounts, check her mail, play Candy Crush or just plain daydream, which was her favorite thing to do.

She tapped on the Facebook icon, and typed her username and password. As she checked her friend requests, her heart skipped a beat.

Carlo Roberto Flores

Michelle's Carlo. Her Carlo.

Rita made little circles with her thumb over Carlo's name, careful not to click on accept. Yet. She checked his profile page and went to his album.

"God, he looks the same." she thought.

She checked her watch then stared at the screen. Rita signed out and got ready to work.

By lunchtime, she was still thinking of Carlo. Should she accept his friend request? Heck, it has been more than a decade. He probably has 3 babies now, a good job and a good life. With Michelle.

Bitch.

She tore off the end of her Snickers bar wrapper and took a bite. As she chewed on the sweet chocolate, nougat, caramel and peanut treat, she logged in on Facebook. There he was, all confident and funny in his profile picture. Round, friendly eyes that seemed to smile. Dimples as deep as the Pacific, deep as her love for him. Strong, manly hands that would glide on her sides before resting on her 38C…

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell are you saying, Rita?" she said to herself.

She hovered her finger over accept and closed her eyes. She sighed then tapped her phone. She put down her iPhone and chewed mindlessly on her candy bar. She tried to get back to work but all she could think of was going home to her Froot Loops, Seinfeld Season 4 DVD and her comfy shorts and spaghetti strap. Fine, she was thinking about Carlo. She was thinking what it would be like to rest her head on his chest, how his kiss would taste and whether she can look him in the eye as she was pinned underneath his body.

"Fuckity fuck!"

"Are you okay, Rita? You seem tense." Mari from the adjacent desk asked.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm good. Just forgot to turn off the TV at home." Rita lied.

"Damn it, why am I feeling horny?" she thought to herself. "I never thought of him that way! What, he contacts me after all these years and all of a sudden I get the urge to jump him? Fuckity fuck!"

By 6:45 PM, Rita was already home, dressed in the aforementioned spaghetti strap top and shorts. She headed to the pantry to get her favorite cereal and got milk from the refrigerator. After pouring her dinner into a bowl, she settled on the couch and reached for her phone. While waiting for Facebook profile page to load, she took a mouthful of cereal and chewed noisily.

"Gotta love Froot Loops. Not only does it taste good, it also has an extremely high Iron content."

Rita noticed that she had a message and tapped on the icon.

Carlo: "Hey Rita! Glad you remembered me. It's been ages. Nice to see you here. Hope all is well with you."

"Hi Carlo! Of course I remember you. Gotta love Facebook, huh? I'm doing good, thanks! How are you?"

Rita stopped chewing and looked up from her phone. She didn't realize that she had replied to his message. She set down the bowl and smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand.

"Gotta love Facebook? Gotta love Facebook?! Fuckity fuck, fuck fuck!" she said out loud. "What the hell? Ouch, that hurt."

Rita stared at her message and groaned. Fifteen years later and she still said things like she was in high school. She stood up to get some water, rubbing her forehead on the way. When she returned to the couch and checked her phone, she saw that she had another private message.

Carlo: "Hey you! Been looking at your pics, you look the same! Just like high school days. Haha! What's up with you?"

Rita felt her face getting red. She didn't want to look like she did in high school. Fuckity.

"Is that a good thing? Hehe. Well, I work in a construction firm here in Pasig, handling accounts. How about you?"

Carlo: "I'm in real estate. Let me know if you need a condo or house, I'll hook you up! Haha! And yes, it's a good thing."

Rita blushed as she read his last message. She felt a little funny down there. She squirmed in the couch as she began her reply. She wasn't even finished typing the first word when Carlo sent another message.

Carlo: "Our office is actually in Shaw Blvd. Coffee soon? :)"

Rita closed her eyes and made a rundown of her plans for the week. Wednesday dinner with parents. Movie Thursday with officemate Mari. Friday night out with college friends.

"How about tomorrow night? We can meet in Shangri-La?"

Rita was surprised at her newfound confidence. Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. She stared at her bowl of cereal, wondering if those colorful loops of goodness were already soggy from the milk.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes went by. As Rita was about put a spoonful of soggy Froot Loops into her mouth, this appeared:

Carlo: "I'm down with that. I just have a meeting until 6. How does 7 pm at Pages Deli sound?"

"Great! 7:00 PM at Pages Deli it is. I'll get your number too. Mine's 0917-XXXXXXX."

Carlo: "Mine's 0917-XXXXXXX. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then. Have to go now. Great chatting with you again. Gotta love Facebook, huh? Good night!"

Rita made a face and typed her final reply.

"See you! Night!"

Rita put down her phone and stared into space. The funny feeling she felt earlier down there seemed to spread to other parts of her body. She missed physical contact. She missed the feeling of someone's skin on hers. She missed the combination of pain and pleasure that can only come with sex.

On instinct, Rita looked around. Her eyes ventured to the door knob to see if it was locked. She then closed her eyes.

She slid her right hand inside her shorts and panties, passing through her hairy mound, deeper, until she reached her hole. It was wet. Rita let her fingers linger inside, savoring the moist warmth before touching her clit. She bit her lip as she rubbed the delicate bud. She moved her finger from left to right, repeating the sequence over and over. Her thighs were now pressed together as she lay sideways on the couch, fingers still massaging her clit.

As she quickened the pace, she imagined it was Carlo's fingers rubbing her down there. Rita drew a picture in her head of her high school crush licking her pussy and fingering her. Her toes curled as she reached climax. She removed her hand and attempted to stand up only to be struck by leg cramps.

"Fuckity fuck, ouch!"

Rita tried to breathe normally as she sat in pain on the couch. Wow. That was good. That felt really good. Ouch. Leg cramps! She looked at her fingers. They were still shaking.

They seemed to have a mind of their own.

********** To Be Continued **********