Ethan Harper is the older boy who lives next door to me, four years older than I am. During the hormone-driven teenage years, I accidentally walked in on him pleasuring himself. I have a secret I could never confess: I desperately wanted this man to touch me and…to trail his fingers slowly over my skin, to pull me close until I felt every inch of his heat pressing against me I felt ashamed of all the filthy thoughts filling my head. Not long after, Ethan Harper’s family moved away, and I never saw him again. But on countless nights, when I closed my eyes, his expression of pleasure mixed with pain would flash in my mind, along with the stifled gasps caught in his throat and the musky, sweet scent that hung in the air and made my heart race. I never imagined I would get another chance to see this man who haunted my dreams. In the pitch-black hallway, someone covered my eyes and touched me freely, but his scent and voice had already given him away. Ethan Harper, I am far more obsessed with you than you realize. But I won’t expose you. After all, the best hunters often appear as prey.
The alarm rang three times before it finally pulled me out of that blush-inducing erotic dream. I glanced at my phone: 9:27 a.m. Being late was inevitable. Feeling the sticky wetness beneath me, I sighed in resignation. Since I was already late, I might as well shower before heading to work. Steam filled the bathroom. My fingers brushing over my skin made me shiver, and I couldn’t help sliding them lower. I couldn’t hold back the sounds escaping my mouth. After about fifteen minutes, I stared at my flushed reflection in the mirror, lost in a brief daze, just as my phone rang. “Emily, are you going on that blind date I set up for the day after tomorrow or not? You’re 24 already. Can’t you let your dad and me relax a little? Your Aunt Karen’s daughter is only a year older than you and already has a kid.” Afraid I would refuse like before, the voice on the line softened. “Are you still hung up on little Ethan? With his family, his education, someone that perfect wouldn’t be interested in you. Let go of those thoughts. Dress up nicely the day after tomorrow and go on the date. Mom just wants what’s best for you.” My mind drifted back to that summer afternoon during my freshman year of college. The heat was unbearable, and I was in the mood, so I locked myself in my room to watch some adult videos. At the moment I was about to climax, I moaned Ethan’s name in a haze. I wrote it all down in my diary, including my deepest, most shameful secrets. Then my mom accidentally found it. She called me shameless for a young girl and hurled every ugly word at her own daughter. She even spread it as gossip to others. I felt like I had been stripped naked in public, pointed at like meat on a butcher’s block. How did I feel back then? Ashamed, suicidal, angry that I couldn’t control my mind and body, and heartbroken that my mom shared such a private disgrace. To avoid her bringing it up again, I agreed to the blind date.
When I clocked in at the office, my coworker Sophia pulled me aside. “Emily, where have you been? Listen, we got a new boss who just transferred in. He’s super hot and seems really nice, polite and refined. Just looking at him gives me motivation to work! Too bad you didn’t see him right away.” Sophia and I are both in the planning team. She has a wild imagination and loves exaggerating everything. Any decent-looking guy who isn’t hideous gets labeled a hottie by her. She probably spots about eighty handsome guys a day, so I didn’t take her description seriously. But that afternoon, when I saw the boss she was talking about, I froze. The face I had fantasized about countless times was right in front of me. He seemed to notice my stare and glanced my way, but he didn’t greet me. He didn’t recognize me. Of course, to him I was probably just the little neighbor girl. I tried to comfort myself, making excuses for him, but my heart still ached. The moment I saw him, it felt like a fire ignited inside me, burning all the way until I went to bed. Predictably, I dreamed of him again. In the dream, he used the hand I had once caught him with to stroke my lips, then my neck, my chest, and finally down to my stomach and into the warmth between my legs. He kissed my neck while guiding my hand to his hard, throbbing length. I rubbed the raised veins pulsing with excitement, my face burning. The size was far superior to anything I’d seen in adult videos. My mind went blank; all I wanted was to feel him inside me. I craved being filled by Ethan Harper. I knew it was a dream. I’d had this kind of dream too many times to count. In dreams, I was always bolder than in real life. I leaned down to kiss his erection. His hand pressed on my head as he called my name in the same voice I heard at the office that day. “Emily, suck harder. That’s it, baby. I love you, Emily.” Amid his words of love, I brought Ethan to climax. Ding ding ding. The alarm shattered the fantasy and dragged me back to reality. I lingered in the world with Ethan for a long time before remembering today was the blind date. Everyone has a refractory period after passion. When I was clear-headed, I hated myself for being like this. I showered as usual, put on my new white sundress, and applied subtle, elegant makeup. I have the innocent look that’s popular these days: fair skin, slim, youthful. At 24, people often mistake me for a high schooler. Thinking of what my mom said on the phone. It was probably time to open my heart and start a normal relationship. In the tenth year of using Ethan Harper as my fantasy, I decided to say goodbye to the Ethan in my heart.
The date was set at a cat café. I love cats. Even if we didn’t click, petting cats would keep things from getting too awkward. Then I saw my blind date: a guy in sunglasses, over six feet tall, dressed in black leather like he’d just come off stage at a rock festival. If Ethan was polished and courteous, this guy was the opposite extreme. He looked a bit like a bad boy. He took off his sunglasses and walked straight toward me. Only then could I see his face clearly. Objectively, very handsome, with long fingers and a strong nose. He looked like the type who would be amazing in bed. I nodded politely. “Hi, I’m Emily Harper. Aunt Karen set this up.” “Hey, I’m Jake Reed.” I was a little intimidated by guys who looked tough and unapproachable. But Jake gave off a straightforward, cheerful vibe. He blushed when I looked him in the eye while talking, nervously glancing at the orange tabby rubbing against his feet. Anyone cats like can’t be bad. I had a good impression of Jake. We chatted for a while before heading to a nearby mall for dinner. At the mall, I kept feeling like someone was watching us. I didn’t think much of it. If I saw a couple with our contrasting styles walking together, I’d probably stare too. After dinner, he suggested catching a movie. I agreed. “Anything you want to see?” he asked. “Isn’t there that new zombie flick getting great reviews?” It was super popular, so we only got awkward back-row couple seats in the corner. Jake was on my left. On my right was another couple who started making out the moment the previews began. I felt too shy to ask Jake to switch, so I just hoped their kissing sounds and cheesy lines wouldn’t last the whole film. The theater darkened, and the movie started. Barely ten minutes in, I heard soft whimpering from the girl on my right. She was trying to stay quiet, but I noticed. It was dark, especially in our corner with the sofa blocking the view, so they got bold. I saw the girl crouch between the guy’s legs. From my angle, her shoulders moved rhythmically, and I instantly realized what she was doing. After a while, she straddled him. I could even feel the sofa shaking slightly. Broken, muffled gasps reached my right ear. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping my hands tightly. The mix of morality and voyeurism made my heart pound. A jolt shot to my core, and I shamefully got aroused. I had no idea what the movie was about because my attention was entirely on the couple next to me. On screen, survivors were being devoured by zombies, with oddly fitting orchestral music playing. In that atmosphere, I heard the girl let out a pitchy moan that blended into the score. No one noticed what they were doing except me. I saw a spurt land on the floor. They finished, but I hadn’t. I desperately needed relief. Then my hand was grabbed, and warm breath brushed my neck. My body stiffened. It was Jake.
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