The Apartment: The Complete Affair by Amanda Black Page A

more firmly, sinking inside her.
    “Oh God,” she moaned, her fingers plunging even deeper inside her. She could smell him, she could feel him, and if she concentrated hard enough, she could even hear him. His rich, sultry voice kept replaying over and over in her mind.
Yes… yes… you feel so fucking good… come for me… come for me now!
    “Fuck!” Lily convulsed around her fingers, shaking and moaning. She had never climaxed so intensely by herself, even with her little vibrating friend. Ever since this man had come into her life, every single remotely sexual feeling was magnified by a thousand.
    She rested there for a few minutes, collecting herself. When it became apparent that she would not have time to wait for her mystery man any longer, she pouted briefly before deciding to have one last little bit of fun. Taking her pants off, she slid her now thoroughly wet panties down her legs and slipped them off, then pulled her pants back on.
    She placed the small scrap of lacy fabric in the middle of the pillow and walked back into the front room, looking for a scrap of paper. Spying a brand new sketchbook on the floor by the easel, she ripped out one of the blank pages and grabbed the pencil that was next to it. After scribbling a quick note, she kissed the paper, leaving a very clear lipstick outline, and folded it up. Once it was placed on top of her discarded panties, she smiled to herself.
    There was no reason she couldn’t let him know what he had missed.
    Lily turned off the iPod and locked the door behind her, sad to be returning to her daily grind so soon and without seeing the only person she had hoped to see. After she left, she stopped off at the grocery store and purchased all the ingredients for the pasta dish she wanted to make later, along with some ice cream for dessert.
    When she was done there, she directed her car to the far side of town, pulling off the road into the gravel driveway of a small, rundown house. Leaving the engine running, she walked up to the door and knocked, praying that Scott was the one who’d answer. He wasn’t.
    “Hey there,” said a middle-aged man with one side of his face drooping from paralysis. He backed up awkwardly to make room for the door as it swung open. “How’s my little Lily?” he slurred through his good side.
    “Hey, Sam.”
    “Haven’t seen you ‘round for a while. How you likin’ my old ride?” He nodded toward the idling Oldsmobile.
    “Good, it’s good. Scott did a great job fixing it up.”
    “Yeah, well… I s’pose. Wanna come in?” He backed up a bit more and gestured to the small kitchen behind him.
    “Oh no, no. I really can’t stay. I’m just here to pick up Scott. Is he up yet?”
    “Who knows? I think I heard him moving around in there a while ago.” Sam Walker spun around clumsily and slowly made his way into the hallway, yelling, “Scott! Get your ass out here! Your girl is out here waiting on you!”
    Lily heard another door open. “Yeah, yeah. Stop shouting. My head is fucking killing me.” Loud footsteps echoed as he walked into the kitchen. “Hey, babe. Sorry about the wait,” he said as he grabbed a jacket from the back of one of the chairs.
    Scott stood before her, well over six feet tall and very muscular. By all accounts he was extremely attractive, beautiful even, and had always seemed to be more than enough for Lily in the past. But now, he was
too
tall…
too
muscular. His deep brown eyes that had always looked so warm to her were now the wrong color. They weren’t jade, and they didn’t smolder.
    “That’s OK, I—”
    “Scott!” Sam interrupted from behind him. “When you gonna be home?”
    Scott rolled his eyes and threw on his coat, heading for the door. “I don’t know. Later.” He turned his attention to Lily. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
    “Well don’t forget you need to do the laundry later,” Sam called after him as he closed the door. “And bring back another