It was now Friday and officially three days since I came harder than I ever came before, and I hadn’t cum since. After tasting such magnificent pleasure, I was desperate and horny for me, but my fingers couldn’t compare with his thick, throbbing cock.
Three whole days from the best fuck of my life and there hadn’t been a peep out of Massimo. Not even a single text asking about where I was since I hadn’t been working the night shifts the past two nights.
Massimo had gone out of his way to tell me that he would drop by to see me the next day – Wednesday morning – but then he didn’t even text or call when I wasn’t there. Well, I guess that would only be if he actually turned up to see me like he said he would.
I was ashamed to admit that I had lingered on his Instagram profile more than once these past few days and even considered sending him a DM but had chickened out each time. It was unlike me, to back down from a challenge just because it made me feel uncomfortable but sleeping with the mafia boss of the Mancini Mafia was also unlike me.
And then there was the fact that he was the mafia boss of the Mancini Mafia. I wasn’t no expert, but I could only assume that such a role came with great responsibilities. Perhaps he was just too busy…or perhaps he had only wanted sex and now that he got it, he wouldn’t be returning for another coffee.
I mentally berated myself for such a negative thought and turned over to lay on my back. Sighing,
I had awoken a half hour earlier this morning than I needed to for my morning class which meant that I could spend it lazing around in bed. Or even better, I could attempt to scratch that itch between my legs.
I suckled generously on my middle and forefinger before slipping my hand under the sheets and between my legs. I knew it wasn’t the most sanitary of ways or the best type of lube to use, but it was on hand, and I desperately needed to cum right now.
This wasn’t the first time I had attempted to masturbate since that day with Massimo in the back room at work, and after a few quick, disappointing minutes, it also wasn’t the first time that I couldn’t achieve more than just frustrating myself even more.
My fingers just didn’t do the same job Massimo’s cock did and when this became painstakingly apparent to me, I groaned and threw the covers off me before slipping out of bed.
Somehow, even though I had woken up early, I was still running late for my nine am class. Ordering a coffee at the local coffee shop on campus was only making me more late than I was already, but there was no way I would be able to make it through the day without one.
While I waited for my name to be called to collect my coffee, I texted Halley who, according to the schedule, was working the night shift last night.
Yasemin: Hey Halley
Yasemin: This is a strange thing to ask but did someone drop by for me yesterday at work?
Thankfully, she texted me back only a minute later which was a relief since I was worried that she would already be asleep, and I would have to wait a few hours to get a response.
Halley: Hey Yas!
Halley: It was my boyfriend’s birthday last night so I didn’t work the night shift last night
Halley: I swapped with Tia
Halley: You should ask. She’ll probably know
Yasemin: Thanks! I’ll do that
Yasemin: Hope you had a great time at the party!
For a moment, I genuinely considered asking Tia if someone, a man, had dropped by at Starbucks last night asking for me, but was quick to dismiss the thought from my mind. Tia would get suspicious at such a strange question, and she would proceed to ask a series of questions that I probably wasn’t prepared to answer. Simply because I wasn’t sure of many answers regarding where Massimo and I stood.
Right now, things weren’t looking good and the cynical part of me kept wondering if perhaps I was another notch on his belt.
The thought rendered me speechless, and I struggled to swallow the rock it put in my throat. What would have been a pretty decent coffee at the very least tasted terrible and I ended up throwing it away on my way to class.
My morning class consisted of a two-hour lecture and then a tutorial that followed straight after. For those three hours, I kept my head down, listened, took notes, and checked my phone instantly when a new notification popped up on the screen. I tried to hold myself back from looking each and every time, but the resolve always cracked after a few moments only for a new wave of disappointment to wash over me each time.
This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of person to be stuck in their thoughts like this. I wasn’t the kind of girl to pine after a guy like this, no matter how good the dick had been.
I hated the kind of person that I was acting like right now. The kind of person that Massimo was turning me into by simply ignoring my existence.
And to think, he was probably sat on his big mafia throne with all his mafia minions surrounding him, not even sparing me a single thought.
I was the first one out of the room as soon as class ended. I headed out of the building and grabbed myself a burrito from an on-campus food stall before I headed into the library to get some work done.
But it was no use. My mind was plagued with all thoughts Massimo Mancini, and I couldn’t get any work done.
What had gone wrong? Why was Massimo ignoring me? What did I do wrong?
Had he not enjoyed the sex? But then he wouldn’t have cum if he didn’t enjoy it, right?
A frustrated huff escaped me as I gave up studying at the library and closed the lid of my laptop. My teeth dug into my bottom lip as I unlocked my phone and opened up Instagram for what felt like the millionth time today. And no, I hadn’t done any scrolling today. The whole time, it was searching up his profile and going back and forth whether I reached out to him or not to find out what was going on.
I gnawed on my bottom lip some more until finally, I felt my resolve slipping.
Perhaps this was something I would come to regret later, but in this very moment, I needed to do it. I needed to know what was going on.
Swallowing my pride and force away the fluttering butterflies in the bottom of my stomach, I tapped on his profile and opened up a new chat with him. He wouldn’t get any notifications until I actually typed something and pressed send, but I was only seconds away from that now.
Yasemin: Hi Massimo
Well, it was too late to stop myself now.
Yasemin: It’s me…Yasemin…from the Starbucks at Newark airport
I had no idea what had made me send him that awkward text, but it was too late for me to take it back now. If I tried to delete it, he would get the notification and know that I had deleted a message
Yasemin: Do you want to get together for a coffee or something? Maybe tomorrow if you’re free?
I forced myself to hit send and before I could change my mind and do anything rash, I cleared all the open apps on my phone and locked it, dropping it to the bottom of my bag.
Out of sight, out of mind.
He wouldn’t just ignore me, right?
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25.01.2022
