Technically he's not married (yet). Him and his fiance are walking down the aisle soon. I'm going to the wedding. I'm even participating in their wedding. I know. Lecture away.
His wife to be is a frigid bitch. Actually, she's really nice. But she hates sex, hates sucking his cock, hates giving him handjobs. I think she just fucking hates cock. I'm not sure that she's actually gay, I think she's probably closer to asexual.
I however love his cock. It's a good size (not so big that it makes head difficult, but big enough that when he pushes me down a little I gag).
Tonight we were chatting away happily. She's at home with the baby. I walked him out to the car to say goodbye. I leaned against him hugging him close. "I miss you" I said. It was true; I do miss him. I miss that we used to see each other twice a week. Now we catch up once a month. Usually with his fiance there too. It's still fun, we're still super close. Just not like it was...
He leaned in and rested his chin on my shoulder. "I know, I miss you too" he whispered in my ear. His lips brushed my earlobe. We stood hugging, me leaning into his body. He smelt like a perfect cologne. It suits him. He asked how I was. I told him that Punk was gone. That I was weighing up seeing him again (also true). That I wasn't sure how I felt about Punk (once again true). I told him (most of) the details of what happened with Punk. That he was gone for another month.
"You'll figure it out" he said, then kissed me gently on the lips. I leaned back and smiled. He pulled me in again and kissed me harder. I reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. I felt that it was already hard pressed against his tight black jeans.
He reached into his pocket a moment later, clicked the button for his locking system, and swung me around so my back was against the body of the car, opening the back door with his other hand. "Get in" he whispered, spinning me around again so my ass was pressed against his body. I climbed in and scooted across to the far seat. He climbed in next to me.
He kissed my neck and ear, rubbed my breasts. He kissed me softly. I rubbed his chest. He told me how alone he felt. I sighed. I was feeling hooked on Punk and the things he'd done to me. I needed a break from how I felt.
I kissed his neck, I kissed his chest. I unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free. It's a good cock. I've never actually fucked him. Just oral. I wasn't up for oral that night, so I just made myself comfortable, rubbing his cock over my lips.
While I caressed him gently with my lips, he stroked my breasts and ass, varying his hands between the two. Occasionally pausing at my hair. He ran his fingertips down my spine. Just to make me shiver. I love that feeling. That little rush of endorphins. That shiver of glee. Knowing in a few moments I'd be working his cock up and down with my lips and both hands.
He was excited before I got all of him in my mouth. I knew it had been too long. He softly stroked my hair. He rubbed my back and leaned back and enjoyed it. I worked his cock comfortably. I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew how he liked it. Slow at first, building speed, friction, intensity. He reached climax fast. He tapped my neck softly with two fingers, telling me he was about to come. I pushed down, so his cock was deep in the back of my throat and he came hard straight away. And that was when he said it. Before I even had his cock out of my mouth
"I love your pretty lips around my cock"
I curled up. Rested my head on his chest. We rested in the silence of the moment.
I told him how I was feeling about life, about how Punk had kinda messed with my juju a little lately. He told me how it was to be a dad, and how it was to nearly be married. I promised to help with wedding decorations. His future wife would be thrilled. He promised to visit me more. I was thrilled. He kissed my hair softly.
I told him how I felt about Punk. How did I feel then? Last night is a very long time ago. I felt like... like we'd ripped each others hearts out so many fucking times it wasn't ever going to work out. Like it was impossible for either of us to take a step forward towards communicating honestly. Like I was hung up on hating him all the while wishing he'd want more.
Like part of me wanted to feel something for him. Part of me wondered if I could feel something for him. All that unfulfilled promise.
MarriedGuy told me so many sweet things. How I'm exceptional, but too manly for most guys to handle. How I needed to get past my issues with Punk because - like it or not - there was too much history. If I was that bothered about letting it go, make a move. How if I was so uncertain maybe there was a sign in that.
Music played. The volume increasing. I was lying on the vibrations. I pulled MarriedGuys phone from his pants, handing it to him. His future wifes smiling face on the screen. "Hi honey... no it's ok, I'm at SSB's house... I'll grab tea on the way home... Tell baby I love him... ok honey.... I love you too..."
He kissed me softly after he hung up from her phone call. I knew he only had another 10 minutes to spare. He pulled his pants up. I think the phone call had him feeling a little uncomfortable.
We cuddled in peace, then said goodbye a few minutes later. "You'll be right, you're the toughest bitch I know" he said. I laughed. I'm only short and I'm not exactly muscular, but we weren't talking about physically.
My phone was vibrating on the counter when I got inside.
PUNK: 6 NEW MESSAGES
(s)Ex: 1 NEW MESSAGE
LONG: 1 NEW MESSAGE
RED: 2 NEW MESSAGES
Anyone would think I'd been in the car a week.
I started at the bottom. Red's back in town, volunteered to do me a favour while he's here. I texted back yes. He told me how happy he is with his new girlfriend too. I told him I'm happy for him. Secretly? I'm counting the minutes until he cheats on her.
Long is on holidays. Just wanted to see how I'm getting on. Fine I say. Hangs when he gets home? Yes. We're in a friends-only place now.
(s)Ex asking me questions about Game of Thrones. Yes, we'll catch up next week. I don't think sex is on the cards though after a minor freakout and calling me his (other) ex-girlfriends name in a drunk panic.
Now to Punk... he's at the pub, he misses me, he wants to hook up when he gets back to town, he sends me a photo of his beer, reminds me that I can still drink him under the table. I text back a single message about him being a boozy floozy, tell him to call me when he's done at the pub.
He obliges. We chatter. He cracks a harsh joke about how I declined a date with him this week. Strictly speaking it was a misunderstanding. He complained that he had no one to go and have tea and play pool with, I said I'd go with him, he said pool was a cool date, I wrote back lol yeah i guess so, he cracked a joke about me asking him on a date, I told him to go fuck himself.
I bit. "I didn't decline a date, you didn't fucking ask me on one" I snapped.
"Well...umm"
He freezes.
Silence.
Awkwardness.
I'm feeling irritated "What did you expect me to say in that instant? If you LIKED me like that then you'd ask. There's no point in asking"
"Oh because you know me so well" he snaps back
"Well, how DO you feel" I snipe
Silence.
"I like you" he whispers
"Great. I like you too. I'm glad we've established friendship."
"You're being a cunt. I actually want to try. And you know it"
Silence
"What?" I ask confused.
"I like you, I want to try this time and be with you. I want to make it work. We always fuck it up. This time, I want to try. I've always loved you. I still do. We don't always have to be a trainwreck. I know there are some things to figure out, things to talk about, but I want you. Good parts and bad parts. I just want you."
Silence.
"You can't just..." I start
"I can just. I want you. I want to know if you feel the same?"
"Ask me tomorrow morning when you've not been drinking." I stammer out. I'm buying myself time.
"Deal, Miss. Talk to you then."
He hangs up.
I sit. I obsess. I worry.
I think...
I worry.
Yes. I'll try. No. I won't. Yes... No...
I barely sleep.
BEEP BEEP. 5.20AM my phone calls for attention. The screen lights up.
PUNK: 1 NEW MESSAGE
"Sorry for calling you last night. I remember that we talked, but I have no idea about what. Sorry. Talk later."
Talk later means not today.
So here I am.
Your still-single SSB. The magic charm for keeping away commitment.
I kissed his neck, I kissed his chest. I unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free. It's a good cock. I've never actually fucked him. Just oral. I wasn't up for oral that night, so I just made myself comfortable, rubbing his cock over my lips.
While I caressed him gently with my lips, he stroked my breasts and ass, varying his hands between the two. Occasionally pausing at my hair. He ran his fingertips down my spine. Just to make me shiver. I love that feeling. That little rush of endorphins. That shiver of glee. Knowing in a few moments I'd be working his cock up and down with my lips and both hands.He was excited before I got all of him in my mouth. I knew it had been too long. He softly stroked my hair. He rubbed my back and leaned back and enjoyed it. I worked his cock comfortably. I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew how he liked it. Slow at first, building speed, friction, intensity. He reached climax fast. He tapped my neck softly with two fingers, telling me he was about to come. I pushed down, so his cock was deep in the back of my throat and he came hard straight away. And that was when he said it. Before I even had his cock out of my mouth
"I love your pretty lips around my cock"
I curled up. Rested my head on his chest. We rested in the silence of the moment.
I told him how I was feeling about life, about how Punk had kinda messed with my juju a little lately. He told me how it was to be a dad, and how it was to nearly be married. I promised to help with wedding decorations. His future wife would be thrilled. He promised to visit me more. I was thrilled. He kissed my hair softly.I told him how I felt about Punk. How did I feel then? Last night is a very long time ago. I felt like... like we'd ripped each others hearts out so many fucking times it wasn't ever going to work out. Like it was impossible for either of us to take a step forward towards communicating honestly. Like I was hung up on hating him all the while wishing he'd want more.
Like part of me wanted to feel something for him. Part of me wondered if I could feel something for him. All that unfulfilled promise.
MarriedGuy told me so many sweet things. How I'm exceptional, but too manly for most guys to handle. How I needed to get past my issues with Punk because - like it or not - there was too much history. If I was that bothered about letting it go, make a move. How if I was so uncertain maybe there was a sign in that.
Music played. The volume increasing. I was lying on the vibrations. I pulled MarriedGuys phone from his pants, handing it to him. His future wifes smiling face on the screen. "Hi honey... no it's ok, I'm at SSB's house... I'll grab tea on the way home... Tell baby I love him... ok honey.... I love you too..."
He kissed me softly after he hung up from her phone call. I knew he only had another 10 minutes to spare. He pulled his pants up. I think the phone call had him feeling a little uncomfortable.
We cuddled in peace, then said goodbye a few minutes later. "You'll be right, you're the toughest bitch I know" he said. I laughed. I'm only short and I'm not exactly muscular, but we weren't talking about physically.
My phone was vibrating on the counter when I got inside.
PUNK: 6 NEW MESSAGES
(s)Ex: 1 NEW MESSAGE
LONG: 1 NEW MESSAGE
RED: 2 NEW MESSAGES
Anyone would think I'd been in the car a week.
I started at the bottom. Red's back in town, volunteered to do me a favour while he's here. I texted back yes. He told me how happy he is with his new girlfriend too. I told him I'm happy for him. Secretly? I'm counting the minutes until he cheats on her.
Long is on holidays. Just wanted to see how I'm getting on. Fine I say. Hangs when he gets home? Yes. We're in a friends-only place now.
(s)Ex asking me questions about Game of Thrones. Yes, we'll catch up next week. I don't think sex is on the cards though after a minor freakout and calling me his (other) ex-girlfriends name in a drunk panic.
Now to Punk... he's at the pub, he misses me, he wants to hook up when he gets back to town, he sends me a photo of his beer, reminds me that I can still drink him under the table. I text back a single message about him being a boozy floozy, tell him to call me when he's done at the pub.
He obliges. We chatter. He cracks a harsh joke about how I declined a date with him this week. Strictly speaking it was a misunderstanding. He complained that he had no one to go and have tea and play pool with, I said I'd go with him, he said pool was a cool date, I wrote back lol yeah i guess so, he cracked a joke about me asking him on a date, I told him to go fuck himself.
I bit. "I didn't decline a date, you didn't fucking ask me on one" I snapped.
"Well...umm"
He freezes.
Silence.
Awkwardness.
I'm feeling irritated "What did you expect me to say in that instant? If you LIKED me like that then you'd ask. There's no point in asking"
"Oh because you know me so well" he snaps back
"Well, how DO you feel" I snipe
Silence.
"I like you" he whispers
"Great. I like you too. I'm glad we've established friendship."
"You're being a cunt. I actually want to try. And you know it"
Silence
"What?" I ask confused.
"I like you, I want to try this time and be with you. I want to make it work. We always fuck it up. This time, I want to try. I've always loved you. I still do. We don't always have to be a trainwreck. I know there are some things to figure out, things to talk about, but I want you. Good parts and bad parts. I just want you."
Silence.
"You can't just..." I start
"I can just. I want you. I want to know if you feel the same?"
"Ask me tomorrow morning when you've not been drinking." I stammer out. I'm buying myself time.
"Deal, Miss. Talk to you then."
He hangs up.I sit. I obsess. I worry.
I think...
I worry.
Yes. I'll try. No. I won't. Yes... No...
I barely sleep.
BEEP BEEP. 5.20AM my phone calls for attention. The screen lights up.
PUNK: 1 NEW MESSAGE
"Sorry for calling you last night. I remember that we talked, but I have no idea about what. Sorry. Talk later."
Talk later means not today.
So here I am.
Your still-single SSB. The magic charm for keeping away commitment.
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