“I love you so much.” Her voice muffled by my neck.
“I love you too babe…I love you too.” I gave a reassuring squeeze to her unbelievably strong grip.
The room was filled with silence till her husky voice broke out in a little giggle, “Now it’s your turn!”
She violently pulled her hands away, planting them on my chest. Lifting her self up, getting her knees under her body, her luscious lips found mine once again. Her onslaught just left me in the dust just trying to keep up with her. I couldn’t help myself; my hands once again were latched back to her taut rear, making her squeak like a little girl.
The intensity of it all never lessened. Her beautiful lips tore themselves away, moving down my chin then neck. Lowing herself out of my grip, she moved further down my body continuing her kisses down my chest then over my abs. She only stopped at the waist band of my shorts, her fingers hooked themselves under. Looking back up at me, with a no doubt evil mixed with a little girl on Christmas grin, just building up the suspense.
Crystal slowly started to pull at both the shorts and my boxers, but in no time she just ripped them both right off. We were now completely naked, in our full glory we gazed upon each other’s body.
Crystal finally broke the stare and lowered her body between my legs, her face just inches away from my rock hard cock. Gently taking it into her hand and slowly began to stroke me. Slowly at first but gradually sped up.
I was ready to go since the moment we got in the room, and crystal wasn’t making it any easier for me. She slowly started blowing air on me. The cool breeze passing over my engorged member combined with her pace brought me even closer.
Time seemed to slow down as I struggled to keep for going over the edge. Unfortunately, Crystal wanted the opposite, doing everything in her power to “finish” me off.
Out of the blue, I felt her warm, wet tongue travel up the length of my shaft. I grunted at the mere touch of it. Reaching the head she turned around and made her way down, pausing before giving me one final lick.
My eyes opened seconds after she stopped realizing the sudden loss, looking down at her between my legs with a confused look on her face, seeming mulling over the taste in her mouth. Her once lust filled eyes, are now cold. The vibrant face I loved is now blank and staring right at me.
Her face filled with emotions. She looked like she was about to cry, yell, anything. There was no telling what thoughts filled her mind.
“Did you umm… jack off… after I left?” the silence finally broken by her weak voice, trying to hide all traces of emotions.
“No,” she caught me off guard by her sheer randomness, “I really didn’t do anything.”
“Oh” she replied trying to keep a casual tone. I was oblivious to what she was talking about.
She sniffled like she trying to hold back tears. “Ok! Then who did you fuck?” Her words set me to stone. I literally froze, my eyes locked onto hers, and my breath slowed. My mind franticly searching through my vocabulary looking for the slightest word that might help me talk my way out of this, but the rest of my body still locked in place as the first tear broke free moving down her cheek followed by another on the opposite side. Soon enough there was a steady stream on each side, her eyes still glaring at mine waiting for a response that never came.
Still I didn’t respond to her. It wasn’t that I couldn’t speak, but it was the fact that it might, just might, be a little difficult to convince her that Bridgette drugged, tied down, and raped me.
A few more silent seconds went by as Crystal still waited for my answer, and yet I still had no real response that she could believe. The tears kept pouring out as she just lost it. Curling up into a ball at my feet, she buried her face into her palms. I just watched her lay there weeping and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“Why?” she sharply took in a breath, “…why, why, why?” barely able to spit out the words before returning into her ball.
I placed my on her shoulder, but she threw it off. “Trust me, I didn’t want to…” I tried to calm her down, but to no avail.
“What the fuck does that mean? You still fucking cheated on me!” She stopped crying and picked herself up to yell some more. “How dare you! After all we’ve been through, and I thought you loved me but I guess that doesn’t mean anything to at all. I guess one pussy isn’t enough for Chris. Mr. Perfect can’t be tied down by just one girl. You know what, why don’t you just go back to that little slut since she probably means more to you than I do.”
Without waiting for me to respond she just got up, got dressed, and left. It was a painful sight watching her succulent body disappear behind her clothes.
She opened the door and stepped out glancing back at me one last time starring daggers across the room. The look just destroyed me. I couldn’t help but shed a tear for all that had happened.
I knew she noticed my tears but didn’t let herself become distracted. Instantly turning her head and left me alone in the spare bedroom quietly crying to myself. I sat alone it that semi dark room with that dumb look on my face, in tears, and in no way able to defend my self.
Time past as I sat in my little pool of self pity, but quickly mangled its self into all sorts of emotions.
I had to leave hat room. The only thought in my mind as I left was to drink till I can’t feel anything.
“Hey man what happened in here?” the alcohol on his breath was just a lovely smell.
“Nothing!” I really wasn’t in the mood to talk. “….lets get fucked up.” Lucky from me I knew that Will never passed up an opportunity to get hammered, never.
I left shortly after that, after making sure he got up to his room and passed out somewhat safely, and I made my little stroll home in the chilly night air.
With a loud creak I slipped into the house. B-lining it to my room and passing out before anything else could happen.
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