Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Breakup Sex ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: tory-steller 
A compounded exaggeration of a lot of things that went wrong with my last relationship.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.06.2014 | Updated On: 03.06.2014 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
A compounded exaggeration of a lot of things that went wrong with my last relationship.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.06.2014 | Updated On: 03.06.2014 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
I was beginning to genuinely worry about her now. She had called to check in when she was running half an hour late, but that had been over three hours ago. I pulled my cell out of my pocket, and no sooner had I dialed her number did the doorbell ring. I answered it wearing my most charming smile, but by the time my eyes had fully taken in her appearance, it had diminished to a disappointed grimace.
Her hair was the only thing not completely undone about her; the swirling pink fountain of curls spilled down the sides a bit more unevenly than usual is all. That was an easily overlooked imperfection compared to the rest of her disheveled state.
Her mascara had run, staining her cheeks an unappealing purple. Her dress, the one I purchased for her birthday, was torn in several places, and I assumed by the way she leaned to the left that one of her heels had snapped off as well.
“What the hell happened? Did you have to hop fences to escape the hounds?” I could tell by her off-kilter smirk as she pushed me aside to enter that my guess was far from the truth. I assumed she must have had an exciting evening getting herself to look like this. It worried me to wonder what sort of wicked events had taken place, but my suspicions were quickly quelled by the soft press of her lips against mine.
Before my eyes shut reflexively and I surrendered to the refreshing taste of peppermint lip gloss on my tongue, I caught a glimpse of something disturbing. Her brow was scrunched, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. It was definitely disheartening, but I refused to let it ruin the evening I had planned.
All day I’d been preparing a romantic dinner followed by a movie and massage combo. I cooked, I bought candles and lotion, found a soothing playlist, and even bothered standing an extra hour longer in front of the mirror to make sure I was perfectly groomed. And then finally, when the mood was set, I’d be treated to a full night of lying in bed with her in my arms, tenderly kissing wherever she allowed my lips to lay. Even with this incredibly late start, I was still enthusiastic about spending time with her. Upsettingly, her following question managed to shoot my expectations of a pleasant date straight to hell.
“Did you... feel anything just now?” she asked after our lips separated. I had no idea how to respond, feeling awkward as we stared at each other. She nodded, apparently assessing all she needed to know from my shocked expression. Once again donning the displeased smirk from before, she attempted to walk by me again, exiting the house. I managed to snag her wrist before she crossed the threshold.
“Whoa! What’s going on?” I asked, starting to lose my cool. I swallowed, inhaled deeply, and tried other useless pacifying tactics that failed to strengthen my shriveling calm. “Talk to me,” I pleaded, and then demanded once I felt her pull away.
“There’s nothing to say.” She tugged her arm weakly against my grasp. I tightened my grip to let her know she would not be leaving without providing an answer. She eventually stopped trying to escape and shut the door. I waited for a reply, but she refused to face me. “Let’s just get this dinner over with so I can go.”
The bluntness of her statement tore away a piece of my heart, and my strength was ripped away with it. Taking advantage of my disheartened position, she snatched her arm away, but I hardly cared by then. She walked by me for the third time that evening without looking directly at me, and I had nothing left in me to stop her.
The total avoidance of eye contact was obnoxiously obvious throughout the entirety of our lukewarm meal. Spaghetti and meatballs, the only thing I bothered to learn how to cook well enough to be acceptably edible. Of course, I was the only one eating anything; she just picked at the pasta with her fork, impatiently thrumming her fingers on the table.
“You know, it would have tasted a lot better if you had been here on time,” I half joked, half jabbed. Finally I was awarded a decent look my way. Sadly, it was in the form of an ugly sneer.
“I don’t have much of an appetite anyway,” she declared with an uncaring shrug, before adding under her breath, “Since I stopped to eat on the way here.”
“Alright, that’s it!” I exclaimed, slamming my fork down, fed up with the mystery. “Where the fuck have you been all night?” My paranoia kept poisoning my thoughts with horrible images of her sexing up some loser in a club. My reasonable side told me she would never do that, but the prolonged silence stretched my reason thin.
“Nowhere important. I was out having a few drinks with my friends. I drove them home and came here. I just kinda lost track of time, dude.”
“You went out, knowing that I had dinner waiting for you?” I was shocked, but then my brain began connecting dots I previously turned a blind eye to. She really had been more distant lately. I initially chalked that up to her increase in work and a lack of free time. Plus, these friendships were relatively fresh. It made sense that she spend more time getting to know them. It was unexpected that she would favor their company to mine, but not unforgivable.
“I don’t get to see you as often as I used to, what with your job and your new friends keeping you entertained. It seems you hardly have any free time left for me. I thought tonight would be different. I wanted it to be special. Thanks a lot for ruining that.”
“Seriously?” she snickered. “I don’t work that much. Trust me, if I really wanted to come and see you I would.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.
“Whether I’m being naive or not, it still doesn't excuse your obligation to be here tonight. So why the hell are you acting so weird? What’s with the distance, and the face you made when we kissed? Tell me what’s going on. Please!” Although I could not stand the speculations of my fearful mind any longer, some part of me dreaded hearing her explanation more than the lewd fabrications of my vivid imagination.
“I don’t know what’s going on. It’s just... something’s different now. Like, normally when I kiss you, I get butterflies and tingles and stuff. And this time, just the thought of kissing you made me nauseous. Like, having your lips on me really made me wanna throw up. Honestly I just don’t think I feel the same about you anymore.”
“But why? Nothing’s changed between us, right? We've had the same steady relationship since we got together. What the hell did I do to undermine your attraction to me?”
“Exactly! What have you done? You've been stagnant the entire two years we've been together! You haven’t gotten a job, you haven’t learned how to drive, you just sit at home all day and play on your computer. It’s like you have zero ambition to do anything normal people do! You haven’t grown at all since I met you.”
“That’s a god damned lie!” I snapped. “Granted, I admit those things are true, but you can’t honestly say you haven’t seen the effects you've had on me. When we first met I was a sadistic, self-absorbed asshole. I didn't care about who I hurt, and I reveled in their pain. But thanks to your influence... well I’m still an asshole sure, but I’m an asshole with a heart. I think that’s massive progress.”
“Well maybe you should prove it sometimes. You can’t just say you've changed when you don’t do anything different. If you want relationships you have to be willing to work at keeping them. Like, what have you done for me since we've been together? You never want to go anywhere, or do anything outside of the house.”
“Being around people makes me uncomfortable! How many times must I explain that to you? Crowds make me anxious, especially in an enclosed space. I don’t know why, it’s just always been that way.”
“You've been out in public with me on several occasions and we both had a great time. Like remember that one night we went on that double date at the arcade? Or the first time we went to the park together, and just talked on the swings? But now, you don’t even put effort into it. You never suggest we go out on a date, so if I don’t want to cook, or eat something besides leftovers from your parents, or spaghetti, I’m always forced to ask you out, which is something I believe a lady should never have to do. And then, even when I do, which isn't often, I always have to beg you. It isn't fair that I have to ask you a hundred times to get what I want when whenever you ask me over here, I arrange my entire schedule just to see you.”
“Yes,” I sighed. “We have gone out and had fun together, but every single time I had to grin and bear it. Even on those romantic outings, when it seemed all I had to focus on was you, it was still uncomfortable to hear those low, murmuring voices around me. Being with you lessens the pain, but it still hurts in a way you couldn't understand. Of course I don’t want to go anywhere that stresses me out, so I admit I may say no at first, but that just means I need a little convincing. I’d much rather spend my quality time with you alone, though.”
“I understand that, sweetie. I enjoy spending time with you too, but I also like going out on occasion, just like tonight.”
“So you throw away our night together, without even letting me know you weren't coming, or inviting me along?” I was starting to tear up, which made it difficult to tell if it was remorse or resentment in her eye. Either way, she folded her arms in defiance.
“We both know you wouldn't have come even if I did ask.”
“So what? Does that automatically mean I’m uninvited? I’m not allowed the common courtesy of being given the chance to decide? And for the record, if I had to choose between facing the public to see you and staying home alone, I’d always rather be with you.”
“Fine,” she sighed with a pout on her face. She dropped her eyes to her plate and started playing with her food. “Next time I go out, I’ll ask if you want to come, okay?” Her fork hit the plate again. “Can I go now? I hate spaghetti.” I smiled at that.
“Not yet. I wanna get all of this out in the open. What other grievances do you have against me?” It was unnerving how little time it took her to think of a reply.
“Hmm... you don’t do anything for me. Like, you never buy me things, or call me for weeks at a time, or actually treat me like I’m special to you. I feel like you take me for granted, like I’m just another disposable girl, like the rest of your ‘friends’ you never talk to.”
“I bought you that damn dress you ruined!” I shouted, outraged by her false assertion.
“No you didn't! You gave money to your mom and she picked it out, you liar! And that’s another thing, you lie to me. I hate liars.” She pointed her finger at me accusingly, squinting her eyes in anger.
“I haven’t lied to you since I can’t even remember when. We both value honesty; that’s what this relationship is based on. Total honesty, even if the truth hurts.”
“Whatever! You always tell me you’re going to do something, and then you don’t do it. That’s lying! Like when you were going to write me a story for Valentines day. Or better yet, when you tell me you love me, and that I’m so important to you, but you don’t even bother to call me on my freaking birthday!”
“Oh my god! Are you serious? I did tell you happy birthday!”
“Yeah, on Facebook. But did you come celebrate with me and my family? Nope.”
“You told me, repeatedly, that you weren't doing anything special on your birthday! Had I known about it, of course I would have been there. But I was never invited to your little impromptu shindig.”
“You would have been, had you at least freaking called to tell me happy birthday! I was expecting to hear from you all day. I kept thinking, hmm, maybe he’s waiting to call with his family. Your mom called me, but did I hear from you? Nope! You didn't think I would have liked to at least hear your voice? But that’s okay. I guess we just value different things.”
I was boiling with rage, and on the surface it appeared she was too. I knew if I confronted her immediately, it would devolve our healthy discussion into a heated argument. So I focused on lowering my own temperature as I chewed the rest of my food. We glared silently at each other until finally, when I could manage to put a sentence together without breathing fire, I somberly said, “I’m sorry. You are so right, I should have called. I just...I was so depressed that entire week...I hardly spoke to any--”
“Whatever!” she cut me off. “I don’t want to hear your stupid excuses. It doesn't matter anyway. Like I said, you and I value different things, and nothing we say is going to change that. I just wish I loved somebody I could do normal things with.”
Hearing that from her made me more furious than anything else she had said or done all night. From the beginning I was her weirdo and she was mine. Though I may not have agreed with everything she believed in, I certainly accepted her for who she was, strangeness and all. Until that comment, I thought she shared that same unconditional love for me.
That one statement stung; it hurt like a knife lodged in the heart of my commitment to her. Now I was the one who could barely maintain eye contact. Without thinking I spat back, "Well then maybe you should find someone normal to be with!"
She gave me a long, indecipherable look before rising from her seat, and I stood with her. “I’m leaving now," she huffed. "I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
A small part of me was content to just watch her walk away. It was better for her to leave now than for me to potentially make it any worse. I didn't know what she wanted from me, I had no idea what to say. I doubted anything that left my mouth would do more than speed up her departure.
The rest of me put that tiny idiot in a box and then kicked him down a well. Before I knew it, I was chasing her into the front room, completely unaware of my own intentions. All I knew was that this woman leaving me owned a piece of my heart, and likewise belonged to the desperate, bleeding animal she had made of me. And I was supposed to just let her walk away? I loved her, I craved her, and I vowed that she would not escape so easily. If I were to win her back, it would have to be done with action. The time for words had gone.
I pushed her back against the wall by her shoulders, fully aware of my urge to reach up and grip her by the throat. I wanted to assert my dominance, but I didn't trust myself not to strangle her to death. I restrained my bloodlust by the grit of my teeth, snapping my heated glare from her meaty neck up to her eyes. She looked at me with startled confusion.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, obviously annoyed and still trying to move away.
My body kept her pinned to the wall as I sternly asked, “I’m revolting? I disgust you?” She immediately averted her gaze, but I wouldn't allow it. My fingers entangled in her hair, and I craned her neck back while leaning closer until we were eye to eye. “Look me in the eye and say it!”
Had I not been so furious, I might have chuckled when her eyes instantly snapped shut. Instead, I capitalized on her temporary blindness by claiming her lips forcibly with my own. She was taken completely unaware, and I relished her surprised reaction. I grunted my approval when she leaned into the embrace, and again in objection when she retracted. Her hands shot up to my chest, lightly shoving me away.
She snatched her lips from mine to mumble, “No.” Her voice trembled, but grew more confident as she demanded, “Get off of me.” Still, her eyes never lifted to mine, staying locked on my chest.
“Not until you can look me in the eye and say it.” I tilted her head up to reclaim her lips, but she shoved more forcibly at my center, not allowing me to come closer. My other hand came up and slammed against the wall right beside her head in anger. I clenched her curls tighter and yanked painfully until her neck was exposed. Wasting no time, I sank my teeth into the sensitive spots of her skin. Her body jerked against mine as my tongue slid along her jugular. “Go ahead and say it!” I practically growled into her throat.
Her attempts to resist died down the more I nibbled and sucked. She did not object as my free hand brushed along her cleavage. I tugged her collar away to make room for the warmth of my mouth. Soon I was suckling the top of her breast, and she was hugging my head tight to her bosom in a feeble attempt to halt my advances.
I stopped just short of claiming her nipple with my teeth and stepped back to examine her. I smirked at the glassy stare, and the adorable way she bit her bottom lip in arousal. I loosened my grip on her hair, using my thumb to trace the trail of saliva I’d left on her nape.
“If you think you can stomach it, then follow me into the bedroom.” My voice seemed to sober her up some. She looked at me as if I spoke something absurd, but once I slipped a hand beneath her dress and slowly stroked a finger along the drenched outsides of her panties, sensually petting the slightly parted lips of her moist sex, the remainder of her concentration came crashing down.
Without any further complaints, I led her back into my bedroom. The candles I lit hours ago filled the air with an intoxicating vanilla scent. The fires were nearly extinguished by now, but I planned on making good use of the last few minutes of their lives. I turned to shut the door, and while I was behind her, I landed a quick swat to her bottom. While her back arched in surprise, I seized her tightly by the waist and tossed her not-too-gently atop the black sheets on my mattress.
“You know, you really hurt me tonight. No! You stay right where I put you!” I directed, stopping her in the middle of sitting up. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed the bottle of lotion. “And since I don’t own a whip, or any paddles,” I paused to apply the lotion to my hands, keeping my eyes glued to her heaving chest. “I’ll just have to think up a more creative punishment to teach you a lesson.”
I moved in between her legs, spreading them wider with my shoulders while my hands crept up her inner thighs. I slowly massaged up the tender leg muscles; the higher my fingers climbed, the harder her legs shook in anticipation. Her juices had trickled down to her knee. It clung to my palm as my thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties. She let loose a cute little gasp as I slid the dripping wet garment off her gushing pink pussy and down to her ankles.
I lifted up the end of her dress, exposing the slick, swollen lips of her vagina, and bent lower to inhale the delectable, mind-clouding musk of my reluctant lover’s quivering slit. Without warning, I plunged two fingers into the soaking entrance, bending them upwards to stimulate her G-spot. Simultaneously, the middle finger of my other hand attacked her clenching anus. Both holes contracted around my invading digits as she gasped in protest. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to shut me out. Her hands pressed firmly against my forehead as she begged, “Please stop.”
I was too inebriated with lust and heartbreak to listen. My tongue extended to give an experimental lick along the rim of her clitoral hood. I laughed when her hips bucked upward and she released a hiss of pleasure. Nudging my mouth nearer, I planted a kiss directly onto her clit. The little nub jumped against my lips as her hiss turned to a moan.
Sensing her desire to cooperate now, I ringed around her engorged clit, my tongue making slow teasing laps. Once. Twice. With each lap I completed, I celebrated by slurping off the sweet, sticky fluids coating the sensitive bud.
“Ooh fuck!” she groaned in enjoyment. The same hands that blocked me before now had me by the hair, reeling me in. I continued to finger fuck both holes while suckling, licking, kissing and smacking at her shuddering folds until her back arched off the bed, her thighs hugged my cheeks, and she actively humped my face in toe-curling orgasm, leaving my chin a sloppy mess of femcum.
I easily separated from my weak-kneed partner without objection, and mounted her without struggle. I took a moment to watch her panting form beneath me. Her eyes gleamed in the low candlelight; her wits momentarily sapped by bliss.
Seeing it as another chance to take advantage of her desire, I positioned myself between her legs. Her senses returned swiftly once she realized my intentions. She sat up saying, “No! We already went too far, we can’t do that.” I was beyond a single empathetic thought when I grasped her by the throat.
“Shut the fuck up and stay still!” I commanded hoarsely, harshly slamming her head back down to the bed.
“No! I’m serious! If you have sex with me, I will never forgive you.” Her words reached the man hiding within the heartbroken monster, and I halted, releasing my hold on her neck. “I will never speak to you again,” she continued to talk me down, and for a moment I listened.
I thought of how I adored her warmth beside me at night, and how much I would miss waking up to it. I thought of all the hard work I’d done for her tonight, and how she acted so hurtful. I remembered the things she said; how she loved me; how I nauseated her; how she wished to be with someone normal.
In that brief moment of clarity, I decided that I didn't care about the consequences. Her horny pants and my throbbing erection convinced me to continue, and I could think of no reason not to. If this proved to be the final time we would connect, then I would make sure she felt all of my love, all of my frustration, and all of my bitterness. I took the dress by the collar and hoisted her off the mattress.
“Then I guess you and I are enemies from now on.” I ripped the dress right off her body, regarding it with as little care as she had. She fell back to the sheets as I removed my own clothing. This allowed her ample time to get from under me, and I was forced to wrestle her back into a suitable position. When everything was settled, we were both breathless and naked with me on top, holding her down. I had a bruised cheek and busted lip from where she elbowed me, but those aches felt like love bites compared to the hatred I now harbored for her.
She had given up on struggling once my penis penetrated her sopping, warm walls. She was silent and still beneath me as I pushed into her. My slow, uneven thrusts yielded no resistance, no pleasure, and no enjoyment. I could feel my own heated breath like steam burning her neck as I hoarsely moaned her name. It was the burning wetness on her cheek against mine that informed me she was crying. The fallen tears that connected us in that single, passionate moment crystallized my thoughts.
I was aware of my rage as I hate-fucked my soon-to-be ex girlfriend. I felt miserable; I was no better than a brainless brute casting my bitter frustration on the one that I loved most. How could I allow my emotions to spiral so far out of control?
My hips stopped thrusting, I released her wrists as I sobered up. My mouth opened to apologize, but her insatiable whine stole the breath from between my lips. I noticed quickly when her pelvis began to gyrate against where my privates parted her.
I started to sit up, seeking confirmation from her eyes. She clawed at my trachea and intercepted my movement by hooking her legs around my rear, forcing me to enter her deeper.
“Don’t stop,” she repeated clearer between shallow breaths, proving my ears had not deceived me. She used her hand currently choking me into compliance to reel my face in closer. “Fuck me harder,” she purred directly into my ear, licking the lobe for emphasis. "Fuck me like you hate me, you bastard!"
My conflicted emotions kept me speechless and paralyzed. All the while, I was but a toy in her clutches. She used my body to satisfy her lascivious whims, humping me senseless. If I had been in any rational state of mind, I would have leaped off of her, begged her forgiveness and allowed her to leave. My drowning mind only aided in the inevitable takeover of my passionate desires.
I began meeting her bucking hips with my own erratic thrusts. It didn't take us long to find a thrilling, frantic rhythm. I surrendered to the incessant waves of delight provided by my lover's seductive coos from ear-nibbling lips. I tumbled farther away from reality with each milking squeeze of my cock and guttural cry of nearing climax in my ear; the combined sensations crushed my battered conscience into oblivion
I broke free of her hold and redoubled my efforts to orgasm. Grabbing one of her legs in each hand, I bent them backwards until her ankles rested on my shoulders. From here I drilled into her; our naked, sweating forms clapped like thunder with every collision of our groins. I reached down to manhandle her bouncing boobs, using them to anchor her sliding figure in place.
My sense of time abandoned me as all outside influences were condensed to whitenoise. I focused solely on the drooling hole constricting around my flesh pipe, and her incoherent attempts at wailing my name. It still hurt to look into her crying eyes, but I forced myself to stare. We might have been at it for hours, or days until she came for the last time.
At some point I’d grown tired of listening to her groaning shouts and wrapped both hands around her windpipe to choke her silent. She signaled that she enjoyed the rough treatment, by spitting in my face, and then licking it off. When she reached her final climax, her eyes were bulging and slobber was oozing down her chin. I was still thrusting into her when I realized she had stopped moving.
I collapsed atop her naked breast. Her breathing and heartbeat were shallow and soothing. I started to weep, sliding my cock from her thoroughly used cunt. I was still painfully erect, and no closer to orgasm than when I started. I cried for a long time, listening to her heartbeat return to normal. I was devastated as I meditated on my actions, unable to forgive myself.
When my tears finally dried and she had yet to wake up, I stood up from the bed and gathered clothes from my dresser. I pulled a pair of my pants up her legs and stretched a shirt over her head. I carried her to her car as if she were a delicate thing, then I barricaded myself in my room. I fell asleep shortly after, ignoring the doorbell and ringing phones. For days it felt like I was lying my bed; I didn’t move until I cried away all the shame, and the tears didn’t stop falling until long after the calls stopped coming.
Her hair was the only thing not completely undone about her; the swirling pink fountain of curls spilled down the sides a bit more unevenly than usual is all. That was an easily overlooked imperfection compared to the rest of her disheveled state.
Her mascara had run, staining her cheeks an unappealing purple. Her dress, the one I purchased for her birthday, was torn in several places, and I assumed by the way she leaned to the left that one of her heels had snapped off as well.
“What the hell happened? Did you have to hop fences to escape the hounds?” I could tell by her off-kilter smirk as she pushed me aside to enter that my guess was far from the truth. I assumed she must have had an exciting evening getting herself to look like this. It worried me to wonder what sort of wicked events had taken place, but my suspicions were quickly quelled by the soft press of her lips against mine.
Before my eyes shut reflexively and I surrendered to the refreshing taste of peppermint lip gloss on my tongue, I caught a glimpse of something disturbing. Her brow was scrunched, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. It was definitely disheartening, but I refused to let it ruin the evening I had planned.
All day I’d been preparing a romantic dinner followed by a movie and massage combo. I cooked, I bought candles and lotion, found a soothing playlist, and even bothered standing an extra hour longer in front of the mirror to make sure I was perfectly groomed. And then finally, when the mood was set, I’d be treated to a full night of lying in bed with her in my arms, tenderly kissing wherever she allowed my lips to lay. Even with this incredibly late start, I was still enthusiastic about spending time with her. Upsettingly, her following question managed to shoot my expectations of a pleasant date straight to hell.
“Did you... feel anything just now?” she asked after our lips separated. I had no idea how to respond, feeling awkward as we stared at each other. She nodded, apparently assessing all she needed to know from my shocked expression. Once again donning the displeased smirk from before, she attempted to walk by me again, exiting the house. I managed to snag her wrist before she crossed the threshold.
“Whoa! What’s going on?” I asked, starting to lose my cool. I swallowed, inhaled deeply, and tried other useless pacifying tactics that failed to strengthen my shriveling calm. “Talk to me,” I pleaded, and then demanded once I felt her pull away.
“There’s nothing to say.” She tugged her arm weakly against my grasp. I tightened my grip to let her know she would not be leaving without providing an answer. She eventually stopped trying to escape and shut the door. I waited for a reply, but she refused to face me. “Let’s just get this dinner over with so I can go.”
The bluntness of her statement tore away a piece of my heart, and my strength was ripped away with it. Taking advantage of my disheartened position, she snatched her arm away, but I hardly cared by then. She walked by me for the third time that evening without looking directly at me, and I had nothing left in me to stop her.
The total avoidance of eye contact was obnoxiously obvious throughout the entirety of our lukewarm meal. Spaghetti and meatballs, the only thing I bothered to learn how to cook well enough to be acceptably edible. Of course, I was the only one eating anything; she just picked at the pasta with her fork, impatiently thrumming her fingers on the table.
“You know, it would have tasted a lot better if you had been here on time,” I half joked, half jabbed. Finally I was awarded a decent look my way. Sadly, it was in the form of an ugly sneer.
“I don’t have much of an appetite anyway,” she declared with an uncaring shrug, before adding under her breath, “Since I stopped to eat on the way here.”
“Alright, that’s it!” I exclaimed, slamming my fork down, fed up with the mystery. “Where the fuck have you been all night?” My paranoia kept poisoning my thoughts with horrible images of her sexing up some loser in a club. My reasonable side told me she would never do that, but the prolonged silence stretched my reason thin.
“Nowhere important. I was out having a few drinks with my friends. I drove them home and came here. I just kinda lost track of time, dude.”
“You went out, knowing that I had dinner waiting for you?” I was shocked, but then my brain began connecting dots I previously turned a blind eye to. She really had been more distant lately. I initially chalked that up to her increase in work and a lack of free time. Plus, these friendships were relatively fresh. It made sense that she spend more time getting to know them. It was unexpected that she would favor their company to mine, but not unforgivable.
“I don’t get to see you as often as I used to, what with your job and your new friends keeping you entertained. It seems you hardly have any free time left for me. I thought tonight would be different. I wanted it to be special. Thanks a lot for ruining that.”
“Seriously?” she snickered. “I don’t work that much. Trust me, if I really wanted to come and see you I would.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.
“Whether I’m being naive or not, it still doesn't excuse your obligation to be here tonight. So why the hell are you acting so weird? What’s with the distance, and the face you made when we kissed? Tell me what’s going on. Please!” Although I could not stand the speculations of my fearful mind any longer, some part of me dreaded hearing her explanation more than the lewd fabrications of my vivid imagination.
“I don’t know what’s going on. It’s just... something’s different now. Like, normally when I kiss you, I get butterflies and tingles and stuff. And this time, just the thought of kissing you made me nauseous. Like, having your lips on me really made me wanna throw up. Honestly I just don’t think I feel the same about you anymore.”
“But why? Nothing’s changed between us, right? We've had the same steady relationship since we got together. What the hell did I do to undermine your attraction to me?”
“Exactly! What have you done? You've been stagnant the entire two years we've been together! You haven’t gotten a job, you haven’t learned how to drive, you just sit at home all day and play on your computer. It’s like you have zero ambition to do anything normal people do! You haven’t grown at all since I met you.”
“That’s a god damned lie!” I snapped. “Granted, I admit those things are true, but you can’t honestly say you haven’t seen the effects you've had on me. When we first met I was a sadistic, self-absorbed asshole. I didn't care about who I hurt, and I reveled in their pain. But thanks to your influence... well I’m still an asshole sure, but I’m an asshole with a heart. I think that’s massive progress.”
“Well maybe you should prove it sometimes. You can’t just say you've changed when you don’t do anything different. If you want relationships you have to be willing to work at keeping them. Like, what have you done for me since we've been together? You never want to go anywhere, or do anything outside of the house.”
“Being around people makes me uncomfortable! How many times must I explain that to you? Crowds make me anxious, especially in an enclosed space. I don’t know why, it’s just always been that way.”
“You've been out in public with me on several occasions and we both had a great time. Like remember that one night we went on that double date at the arcade? Or the first time we went to the park together, and just talked on the swings? But now, you don’t even put effort into it. You never suggest we go out on a date, so if I don’t want to cook, or eat something besides leftovers from your parents, or spaghetti, I’m always forced to ask you out, which is something I believe a lady should never have to do. And then, even when I do, which isn't often, I always have to beg you. It isn't fair that I have to ask you a hundred times to get what I want when whenever you ask me over here, I arrange my entire schedule just to see you.”
“Yes,” I sighed. “We have gone out and had fun together, but every single time I had to grin and bear it. Even on those romantic outings, when it seemed all I had to focus on was you, it was still uncomfortable to hear those low, murmuring voices around me. Being with you lessens the pain, but it still hurts in a way you couldn't understand. Of course I don’t want to go anywhere that stresses me out, so I admit I may say no at first, but that just means I need a little convincing. I’d much rather spend my quality time with you alone, though.”
“I understand that, sweetie. I enjoy spending time with you too, but I also like going out on occasion, just like tonight.”
“So you throw away our night together, without even letting me know you weren't coming, or inviting me along?” I was starting to tear up, which made it difficult to tell if it was remorse or resentment in her eye. Either way, she folded her arms in defiance.
“We both know you wouldn't have come even if I did ask.”
“So what? Does that automatically mean I’m uninvited? I’m not allowed the common courtesy of being given the chance to decide? And for the record, if I had to choose between facing the public to see you and staying home alone, I’d always rather be with you.”
“Fine,” she sighed with a pout on her face. She dropped her eyes to her plate and started playing with her food. “Next time I go out, I’ll ask if you want to come, okay?” Her fork hit the plate again. “Can I go now? I hate spaghetti.” I smiled at that.
“Not yet. I wanna get all of this out in the open. What other grievances do you have against me?” It was unnerving how little time it took her to think of a reply.
“Hmm... you don’t do anything for me. Like, you never buy me things, or call me for weeks at a time, or actually treat me like I’m special to you. I feel like you take me for granted, like I’m just another disposable girl, like the rest of your ‘friends’ you never talk to.”
“I bought you that damn dress you ruined!” I shouted, outraged by her false assertion.
“No you didn't! You gave money to your mom and she picked it out, you liar! And that’s another thing, you lie to me. I hate liars.” She pointed her finger at me accusingly, squinting her eyes in anger.
“I haven’t lied to you since I can’t even remember when. We both value honesty; that’s what this relationship is based on. Total honesty, even if the truth hurts.”
“Whatever! You always tell me you’re going to do something, and then you don’t do it. That’s lying! Like when you were going to write me a story for Valentines day. Or better yet, when you tell me you love me, and that I’m so important to you, but you don’t even bother to call me on my freaking birthday!”
“Oh my god! Are you serious? I did tell you happy birthday!”
“Yeah, on Facebook. But did you come celebrate with me and my family? Nope.”
“You told me, repeatedly, that you weren't doing anything special on your birthday! Had I known about it, of course I would have been there. But I was never invited to your little impromptu shindig.”
“You would have been, had you at least freaking called to tell me happy birthday! I was expecting to hear from you all day. I kept thinking, hmm, maybe he’s waiting to call with his family. Your mom called me, but did I hear from you? Nope! You didn't think I would have liked to at least hear your voice? But that’s okay. I guess we just value different things.”
I was boiling with rage, and on the surface it appeared she was too. I knew if I confronted her immediately, it would devolve our healthy discussion into a heated argument. So I focused on lowering my own temperature as I chewed the rest of my food. We glared silently at each other until finally, when I could manage to put a sentence together without breathing fire, I somberly said, “I’m sorry. You are so right, I should have called. I just...I was so depressed that entire week...I hardly spoke to any--”
“Whatever!” she cut me off. “I don’t want to hear your stupid excuses. It doesn't matter anyway. Like I said, you and I value different things, and nothing we say is going to change that. I just wish I loved somebody I could do normal things with.”
Hearing that from her made me more furious than anything else she had said or done all night. From the beginning I was her weirdo and she was mine. Though I may not have agreed with everything she believed in, I certainly accepted her for who she was, strangeness and all. Until that comment, I thought she shared that same unconditional love for me.
That one statement stung; it hurt like a knife lodged in the heart of my commitment to her. Now I was the one who could barely maintain eye contact. Without thinking I spat back, "Well then maybe you should find someone normal to be with!"
She gave me a long, indecipherable look before rising from her seat, and I stood with her. “I’m leaving now," she huffed. "I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
A small part of me was content to just watch her walk away. It was better for her to leave now than for me to potentially make it any worse. I didn't know what she wanted from me, I had no idea what to say. I doubted anything that left my mouth would do more than speed up her departure.
The rest of me put that tiny idiot in a box and then kicked him down a well. Before I knew it, I was chasing her into the front room, completely unaware of my own intentions. All I knew was that this woman leaving me owned a piece of my heart, and likewise belonged to the desperate, bleeding animal she had made of me. And I was supposed to just let her walk away? I loved her, I craved her, and I vowed that she would not escape so easily. If I were to win her back, it would have to be done with action. The time for words had gone.
I pushed her back against the wall by her shoulders, fully aware of my urge to reach up and grip her by the throat. I wanted to assert my dominance, but I didn't trust myself not to strangle her to death. I restrained my bloodlust by the grit of my teeth, snapping my heated glare from her meaty neck up to her eyes. She looked at me with startled confusion.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, obviously annoyed and still trying to move away.
My body kept her pinned to the wall as I sternly asked, “I’m revolting? I disgust you?” She immediately averted her gaze, but I wouldn't allow it. My fingers entangled in her hair, and I craned her neck back while leaning closer until we were eye to eye. “Look me in the eye and say it!”
Had I not been so furious, I might have chuckled when her eyes instantly snapped shut. Instead, I capitalized on her temporary blindness by claiming her lips forcibly with my own. She was taken completely unaware, and I relished her surprised reaction. I grunted my approval when she leaned into the embrace, and again in objection when she retracted. Her hands shot up to my chest, lightly shoving me away.
She snatched her lips from mine to mumble, “No.” Her voice trembled, but grew more confident as she demanded, “Get off of me.” Still, her eyes never lifted to mine, staying locked on my chest.
“Not until you can look me in the eye and say it.” I tilted her head up to reclaim her lips, but she shoved more forcibly at my center, not allowing me to come closer. My other hand came up and slammed against the wall right beside her head in anger. I clenched her curls tighter and yanked painfully until her neck was exposed. Wasting no time, I sank my teeth into the sensitive spots of her skin. Her body jerked against mine as my tongue slid along her jugular. “Go ahead and say it!” I practically growled into her throat.
Her attempts to resist died down the more I nibbled and sucked. She did not object as my free hand brushed along her cleavage. I tugged her collar away to make room for the warmth of my mouth. Soon I was suckling the top of her breast, and she was hugging my head tight to her bosom in a feeble attempt to halt my advances.
I stopped just short of claiming her nipple with my teeth and stepped back to examine her. I smirked at the glassy stare, and the adorable way she bit her bottom lip in arousal. I loosened my grip on her hair, using my thumb to trace the trail of saliva I’d left on her nape.
“If you think you can stomach it, then follow me into the bedroom.” My voice seemed to sober her up some. She looked at me as if I spoke something absurd, but once I slipped a hand beneath her dress and slowly stroked a finger along the drenched outsides of her panties, sensually petting the slightly parted lips of her moist sex, the remainder of her concentration came crashing down.
Without any further complaints, I led her back into my bedroom. The candles I lit hours ago filled the air with an intoxicating vanilla scent. The fires were nearly extinguished by now, but I planned on making good use of the last few minutes of their lives. I turned to shut the door, and while I was behind her, I landed a quick swat to her bottom. While her back arched in surprise, I seized her tightly by the waist and tossed her not-too-gently atop the black sheets on my mattress.
“You know, you really hurt me tonight. No! You stay right where I put you!” I directed, stopping her in the middle of sitting up. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed the bottle of lotion. “And since I don’t own a whip, or any paddles,” I paused to apply the lotion to my hands, keeping my eyes glued to her heaving chest. “I’ll just have to think up a more creative punishment to teach you a lesson.”
I moved in between her legs, spreading them wider with my shoulders while my hands crept up her inner thighs. I slowly massaged up the tender leg muscles; the higher my fingers climbed, the harder her legs shook in anticipation. Her juices had trickled down to her knee. It clung to my palm as my thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties. She let loose a cute little gasp as I slid the dripping wet garment off her gushing pink pussy and down to her ankles.
I lifted up the end of her dress, exposing the slick, swollen lips of her vagina, and bent lower to inhale the delectable, mind-clouding musk of my reluctant lover’s quivering slit. Without warning, I plunged two fingers into the soaking entrance, bending them upwards to stimulate her G-spot. Simultaneously, the middle finger of my other hand attacked her clenching anus. Both holes contracted around my invading digits as she gasped in protest. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to shut me out. Her hands pressed firmly against my forehead as she begged, “Please stop.”
I was too inebriated with lust and heartbreak to listen. My tongue extended to give an experimental lick along the rim of her clitoral hood. I laughed when her hips bucked upward and she released a hiss of pleasure. Nudging my mouth nearer, I planted a kiss directly onto her clit. The little nub jumped against my lips as her hiss turned to a moan.
Sensing her desire to cooperate now, I ringed around her engorged clit, my tongue making slow teasing laps. Once. Twice. With each lap I completed, I celebrated by slurping off the sweet, sticky fluids coating the sensitive bud.
“Ooh fuck!” she groaned in enjoyment. The same hands that blocked me before now had me by the hair, reeling me in. I continued to finger fuck both holes while suckling, licking, kissing and smacking at her shuddering folds until her back arched off the bed, her thighs hugged my cheeks, and she actively humped my face in toe-curling orgasm, leaving my chin a sloppy mess of femcum.
I easily separated from my weak-kneed partner without objection, and mounted her without struggle. I took a moment to watch her panting form beneath me. Her eyes gleamed in the low candlelight; her wits momentarily sapped by bliss.
Seeing it as another chance to take advantage of her desire, I positioned myself between her legs. Her senses returned swiftly once she realized my intentions. She sat up saying, “No! We already went too far, we can’t do that.” I was beyond a single empathetic thought when I grasped her by the throat.
“Shut the fuck up and stay still!” I commanded hoarsely, harshly slamming her head back down to the bed.
“No! I’m serious! If you have sex with me, I will never forgive you.” Her words reached the man hiding within the heartbroken monster, and I halted, releasing my hold on her neck. “I will never speak to you again,” she continued to talk me down, and for a moment I listened.
I thought of how I adored her warmth beside me at night, and how much I would miss waking up to it. I thought of all the hard work I’d done for her tonight, and how she acted so hurtful. I remembered the things she said; how she loved me; how I nauseated her; how she wished to be with someone normal.
In that brief moment of clarity, I decided that I didn't care about the consequences. Her horny pants and my throbbing erection convinced me to continue, and I could think of no reason not to. If this proved to be the final time we would connect, then I would make sure she felt all of my love, all of my frustration, and all of my bitterness. I took the dress by the collar and hoisted her off the mattress.
“Then I guess you and I are enemies from now on.” I ripped the dress right off her body, regarding it with as little care as she had. She fell back to the sheets as I removed my own clothing. This allowed her ample time to get from under me, and I was forced to wrestle her back into a suitable position. When everything was settled, we were both breathless and naked with me on top, holding her down. I had a bruised cheek and busted lip from where she elbowed me, but those aches felt like love bites compared to the hatred I now harbored for her.
She had given up on struggling once my penis penetrated her sopping, warm walls. She was silent and still beneath me as I pushed into her. My slow, uneven thrusts yielded no resistance, no pleasure, and no enjoyment. I could feel my own heated breath like steam burning her neck as I hoarsely moaned her name. It was the burning wetness on her cheek against mine that informed me she was crying. The fallen tears that connected us in that single, passionate moment crystallized my thoughts.
I was aware of my rage as I hate-fucked my soon-to-be ex girlfriend. I felt miserable; I was no better than a brainless brute casting my bitter frustration on the one that I loved most. How could I allow my emotions to spiral so far out of control?
My hips stopped thrusting, I released her wrists as I sobered up. My mouth opened to apologize, but her insatiable whine stole the breath from between my lips. I noticed quickly when her pelvis began to gyrate against where my privates parted her.
I started to sit up, seeking confirmation from her eyes. She clawed at my trachea and intercepted my movement by hooking her legs around my rear, forcing me to enter her deeper.
“Don’t stop,” she repeated clearer between shallow breaths, proving my ears had not deceived me. She used her hand currently choking me into compliance to reel my face in closer. “Fuck me harder,” she purred directly into my ear, licking the lobe for emphasis. "Fuck me like you hate me, you bastard!"
My conflicted emotions kept me speechless and paralyzed. All the while, I was but a toy in her clutches. She used my body to satisfy her lascivious whims, humping me senseless. If I had been in any rational state of mind, I would have leaped off of her, begged her forgiveness and allowed her to leave. My drowning mind only aided in the inevitable takeover of my passionate desires.
I began meeting her bucking hips with my own erratic thrusts. It didn't take us long to find a thrilling, frantic rhythm. I surrendered to the incessant waves of delight provided by my lover's seductive coos from ear-nibbling lips. I tumbled farther away from reality with each milking squeeze of my cock and guttural cry of nearing climax in my ear; the combined sensations crushed my battered conscience into oblivion
I broke free of her hold and redoubled my efforts to orgasm. Grabbing one of her legs in each hand, I bent them backwards until her ankles rested on my shoulders. From here I drilled into her; our naked, sweating forms clapped like thunder with every collision of our groins. I reached down to manhandle her bouncing boobs, using them to anchor her sliding figure in place.
My sense of time abandoned me as all outside influences were condensed to whitenoise. I focused solely on the drooling hole constricting around my flesh pipe, and her incoherent attempts at wailing my name. It still hurt to look into her crying eyes, but I forced myself to stare. We might have been at it for hours, or days until she came for the last time.
At some point I’d grown tired of listening to her groaning shouts and wrapped both hands around her windpipe to choke her silent. She signaled that she enjoyed the rough treatment, by spitting in my face, and then licking it off. When she reached her final climax, her eyes were bulging and slobber was oozing down her chin. I was still thrusting into her when I realized she had stopped moving.
I collapsed atop her naked breast. Her breathing and heartbeat were shallow and soothing. I started to weep, sliding my cock from her thoroughly used cunt. I was still painfully erect, and no closer to orgasm than when I started. I cried for a long time, listening to her heartbeat return to normal. I was devastated as I meditated on my actions, unable to forgive myself.
When my tears finally dried and she had yet to wake up, I stood up from the bed and gathered clothes from my dresser. I pulled a pair of my pants up her legs and stretched a shirt over her head. I carried her to her car as if she were a delicate thing, then I barricaded myself in my room. I fell asleep shortly after, ignoring the doorbell and ringing phones. For days it felt like I was lying my bed; I didn’t move until I cried away all the shame, and the tears didn’t stop falling until long after the calls stopped coming.