Her Expiration Date (Short Story)

She just had to see him one more time, so she invited him to her home. On this special night they would be more than just secret lovers. She would leave a part of herself ingrained into his memory forever. She would leave a fantasy.

She was his dream woman on the side. Her hair was always on point with the finest of big curly hair. Even when they had the roughest of sex, it always seemed to naturally bounce back to how it was before. Her body was what really attracted his attention.  Her shape gave off a Black Barbie look, even though she was only 5’2. She knew how to make herself look good and it worked for him. What he admired most about her was that his girlfriend had only been mentioned once. Some questions needed to be answered when they first started their affair.

Their time spent together was getting to both of them. His deep long-strokes drove her to always want more. She never got tired and he could tell. The way she always called him hers messed with his mind. She claimed him in their most intimate moments to set the mood even higher.  The way she never bruised even if he was a little rough with anxiousness turned him on even more. He could grab her arms, push her on the sofa or the floor, and throw her into the bed.  He could use sex to relieve himself of his most irritating days and she didn’t mind at all. Their sexual attraction drove him to spend more time away from his own woman to be with her. He’d sit through Lifetime movies, try out new food, and was even thinking about making her his main chick. If he took that step, she would become his only woman too.

In essence, their relationship had become like any other couple. The only difference was the time limits they set for spending with each other. What always confused him was her ability to be totally relaxed one moment and the next pushing him to leave. Then before he could gather his thoughts, she would be gone from the scene as if she was never there.

10 pm. 2 hours left. She thought of the moments they had. Throughout their months together his body had become a canvas for her. He was at her command. She painted him and conformed him to what she needed. After all she was supposed to be the dream woman. He was wrapped around her finger, but by midnight she would feel like a daydream to him.

11 pm. She was tempted to call him, but it was a bad idea. What if they became so engrossed in conversation that her time ran out in the midst of it? She stared at the phone but never touched it.

11:59:45 pm. She closed her eyes and knew it was over.

Midnight: Her time had expired. She no longer existed. He would remember her as if she was a series of dreams, but he wouldn’t remember cheating on his woman.