Peter: Empty and Vacant

Peter’s life had always been a mosaic of irony. From his elite Ivy League degree to the very ground he walked on, in the heart of Silicon Valley. But none more ironic than the state of his room in his Mountain View apartment. It was filled with the discarded remnants of IKEA furniture — all worn-out, broken, and barely hanging together. They were vestiges of a time when Peter’s life was consumed by his job at one of those tech giants, which he always described as a “shithole.”

After another grueling 16-hour day, Peter had finally called it quits. Sitting amidst his relics, he strummed his guitar and started singing a song that mirrored his mental state: “…Here in your bedroom, I can turn my head off… The less that I feel, is the less that I’m on top…”

As Peter’s soft voice crooned the melancholic lyrics, there was an unexpected knock at his door. Groggily, he wrapped himself in a robe and opened the door.

Standing there was a woman who seemed like she’d walked straight out of a Hollywood movie. Kali. Blonde, wearing a mini skirt, thigh-high boots, and as he’d later discover, a hot pink thong. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Is that you singing?” she asked, her voice laced with intrigue.

Peter nodded, too taken aback to speak.

“I’ve heard this song before,” Kali mused. “It’s sexy Peter.”

The atmosphere was charged with an unexpected energy. They were polar opposites — Peter, the stereotypical nerd with his scruffy and unshaved and a bit pudgy, and Kali, the quintessential California girl. Yet, the song had created an unforeseen bridge between their worlds.

Peter hesitated, then invitingly said, “Would you like to come in?”

Kali smiled and stepped into his bedroom, her gaze darting to the torn out furniture. “Quaint,” she remarked, a smirk forming on her lips.

Peter chuckled. “It’s what you get when you prioritize code over home decor.”

She sat down on the edge of his bed, her fingers tracing the guitar strings. “Sing the song for me?” she requested.

Taking a deep breath, Peter began singing again, but this time the lyrics held more weight, “…I wonder what you think as we lay here in bed… When I wake up tomorrow, will you still feel the same?”

Kali was resting on his bed, deep in thought, as the strumming of a guitar filled the room. Peter sat across from her, his eyes locked on hers as he began to sing, his voice carrying the heavy emotion of a song she recognized.

“Hey little girl, is someone special in your life now?” Peter sang, altering the lyrics slightly to suit their story. “Did he promise the world, but left you feeling all alone?” The rawness of the emotion in Peter’s voice made Kali’s heart flutter.

“I’ve got this feeling, this burning inside,” he continued, his eyes never leaving hers. “Tell me, does he treat you right? Does he hold you the way I used to?”

Kali’s eyes began to water as Peter sang about the intensity of his feelings, the longing and the ache that only she could soothe.

“Sometimes, it feels like a heavy weight on my chest, a constant ache that never rests,” Peter’s voice cracked, making the song even more personal. “Night after night, memories of us flood my mind, and it feels like there’s a storm raging inside. Only you, Kali, only you can calm the storm.”

He put the guitar down and circled her and drew her near, beginning to gently massage her shoulders. His hands then moved to her legs, gently caressing the outer part of her thighs and moving upwards with care. He brought his fingers to his lips, savoring the lingering scent of her pussy.

She shifted slightly, and they shared an intense and passionate kiss. Tasting his lips, tasting her on his lips, I want you Peter.

“You are so wet.”

“What’s up, Kali? Do you not love me? Do you not want me?”

Peter’s expression turned somber, recognizing that he was with someone who, despite their significant accomplishments and stunning beauty, carried a heavy burden.

“Peter, I’m struggling. You deserve someone better. I feel like I can’t measure up to you and fear I might let you down.”

“Is that why you never want to be around me? Do you not love me Kali?”

“Peter, I sense that I haven’t reached where I envisioned myself to be in life. I look back with regret at some decisions, thinking I had the potential to achieve more. I was destined for better, Peter. No matter how hard I push, I feel like I’m constantly hitting a brick wall.”

“When it hit me at once, those years when I met you here in this bedroom, I had thoughts of swimming far out into the ocean without turning back.”

Peter smirked, leaning in with a teasing tone, “Well, Kali, if you keep penning stories about me, and let’s say, take them into a more… adult direction, maybe I’ll just make a cameo in one of your projects. Wouldn’t that make you as delighted as a kid in a candy store?”

She pivoted to meet his gaze. The lines on his face spoke of experiences, but his eyes shimmered with warmth. Their bond was profound, transcending everything else. In their journey from ideation to execution, lust was their guiding force. Both were acutely aware of this. It took a passion to move an idea into a product. It had moved beyond any notions of retribution, focusing instead on those moments when everything between them felt electrifying and alive.

Hours turned into whispers, hard touches and unexpected chemistry.

The night faded, and as the dawn crept in, Kali got up to leave. She leaned in, whispering,

“Will you still feel the same?”

Peter smiled, “I still feel the same.”