Kagaku Ninja-Tai Gatchaman Fan Fiction ❯ Senses ❯ Smell ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Smell
 
I hate the smell of fresh coffee. For me, it represents the destruction of all of my hopes, the breaking of my heart.
 
It was late one night, we were all confined to the base, and I was feeling restless.
 
I thought I'd spend some of this sleepless time getting through some of the endless paperwork that Ken seems to throw at me, and that a cup of coffee would work well with that.
 
When I opened the door to our rec room, the sharp aroma of fresh coffee hit me and I smiled, knowing that it was likely I'd encounter Ken there.
 
Have you ever had one split moment when you know that your life has just changed forever? That nothing you ever hoped or dreamed was going to happen?
 
That's what happened to me.
 
I'd always had in the back of my mind that when this madness was over, Ken and I would go the whole married with kids routine. After all, what else does a girl think when a guy keeps putting his arm around her, keeps insisting she go with him on missions?
 
I could have lived with another woman - that would have been just a small obstacle to overcome.
 
I can't compete with Joe, though.
 
I stood there, the sharp tang of coffee filling my nostrils, as I saw Ken and Joe, both naked as the day they were born, Ken on the couch, Joe on his knees between Ken's legs, sucking his cock, with every sign of enjoyment.
 
I might have been able to cope with that. After all, I know just how much guys like that.
 
What I can't cope with is Ken's words.
 
“Oh yeah, that's right. You know just how I love it, Joe.”
 
This has obviously been going on for some time.
 
I must have made some sound, because they both stopped and sprang up. If it wasn't so tragic, I would have found it amusing. It's hard to look menacing when you've got a hard-on, and when one of you has evidence around his mouth of what he's been doing.
 
And the thing I remember most is the sharp smell of fresh coffee.
 
I hate the smell of fresh coffee, because it represents the end of my dreams.