“Where the fuck have you been?” a soaking wet Vivienne confronts me out of nowhere, growling at me quietly, she’s looking fucking amazing, her wet dress clings to her in places I’ve yet to get my lustful hands and mouth on, her tits look full and round and I just want to touch them, feel how soft and heavy they are, maybe put my dick between them and squeeze those fleshy globes around it until I come all over them.
Fuck I feel light headed all of my blood has rushed south.
I open the door and she pushes in past me “Where’s your car? You should have stayed in it until I got here” I say cockily to the back of her head, hands ready to protect my crown jewels should she suddenly turn on me but I’m stunned when she doesn’t, instead I watch from behind as she wipes at her eyes.
Quickly I realise she’s crying and I’m not sure what to do, I’m not used to seeing her so emotional, scratching my head I take a step forward and place my hand on her shoulder “Viv, where’s your car?” I ask more gently this time no attitude in my voice and she turns suddenly to face me, hair wet and plastered to her skin, eyes red from crying, she’s been biting her bottom lip and it looks swollen, I’m taken a back as she reaches forward wrapping her arms around my waist and squeezes my body tightly. I don’t have to be a genius to see she’s far from okay so Instinctively I wrap my arms tightly around her little wet body and hold on to her until she finally stops crying.
I’m not sure how long we stand together like that but the light from outside has gotten dimmer when she finally pulls away from me, leaving me missing the heat from her damp body as she heads towards the bedroom.
I’m not sure I can fuck her today, she just looks and feels like she’s sad and lost, it wouldn’t be right and I’m kicking myself at that thought but I follow her anyway, shedding my damp t shirt and grabbing us two diet cokes from the kitchen along the way, when I get there she’s tucked in the foetal position on the far side of the bed.
I lay down behind her feeling like I should offer her any comfort that I can.
“I’m sorry, you didn’t come here to see a mess” she whispers, I stay quiet for no other reason than I sense I might be about to find out something about her real life and I don’t want to stop her.
“I had to sell my car, I don’t know why I’m so upset about it, its just another thing that I loved that I had to give up” her voice is small and strained and I wish to god I knew what to say to her but we were virtual strangers lying here on the bed together and then I get a strange hurt feeling in my belly.
Is she using me? Does she expect me to replace her car for her? I don’t know where those thoughts came from and I sit up rubbing my hands together angrily that this whole thing has been about money. I have a million questions I need the answers too.
She’s always insisted that she’s okay for money to me, not that I’ve enquired but little things she says made me think that, like I know two years ago she had paid to have a brand new bungalow built, so I was confused now. The car she'd had was something else as well, a little sporty convertible that I'd admired the times I'd seen it, total chick car though, my dick would wither up and drop off if I'd had to drive it anywhere.
“Are you asking me to buy you a car?” I fucking say it before I can think it would be better not too and I’m jostled about on the bed as she moves quickly behind me.
“What are you talking about Marshall?” she sounds as confused as I am right now.
“Are you expecting me to pay for fucking you with a new car, Is money what you want from me?” now I know I didn’t say that before but it was exactly what I was thinking. I talked myself into this shit hole quickly and the red mist has descended, there’s no stopping me now.
I stand grabbing my wallet out of my pocket and ripping whatever cash I have in it out and throw it on the bed in front of her, she looks down at it in shock before slowly lifting her head to look at me, eyes blazing with anger.
“You absolute asshole, I’m not your fucking whore and I’ve never asked for a thing from you” she spits her fire at me.
This is the version of her I’m used to and I’m feeling turned on again.
“How fucking dare you, I don’t need this. I’ve got enough shit going on” she’s really angry at me but like the stubborn ass I am I sit tight, she flies up off of the bed and out the of the bedroom it’s only when the front door slams seconds later that I realise I may have made a mistake. I try calling her but she doesn’t answer me, I deserve that I suppose.
This day has turned out to be a fucking disaster and I lay back on the bed staring at the ceiling trying to contemplate how it all got so messy in my head, how I was quick to jump to stupid conclusions but I’m distracted by the sweetest scent lingering on the pillow next to me, it’s her scent and she smells heavenly all fresh sheets and newly cut grass, it’s divine, I bury my nose in the pillow and inhale deeply. I need to apologise to her.
I call her every night after ten like I’m supposed to for the next week and she doesn’t answer me once, I literally feel like the biggest shit in the world, disgusted with myself, all of that, that literally came out of nowhere.
Wednesday morning I wake up to a text message from her saying she’ll be at the apartment from twelve and not to be late this time. I can barely believe what I’m reading and I’m wondering if there’s going to be a catch, will I turn up and she kicks me in the nuts or tries to bite my dick off! The bitch can be savage with not just her words at times, her nails and teeth have left marks on me before and I can’t wait to see her again and get down on my hands and knees to apologise before I eat that pussy like its never been eaten before.
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