Samuel pushed him back two steps. “Just because I submitted to you in the bedroom doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do,” he snarled.
Nelson shoved him harder and held him against the wall by his shoulders. Samuel could have gotten away, but what was the point? “Say what you wanna say so I can leave.”
“You know why I covered for you in there? Because you are breaking that woman’s heart. Either you’re too stupid to see it, or you’re a cold bastard who goes around hurting people simply because he can.”
“Guess you would know,” Samuel said. It was his anger speaking, but he regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. Nelson had taken a risk by telling them about his previous bad experience. Samuel shrugged out of Nelson’s grasp.
“I’m going to let that slide only because I don’t want to explain to Kimberly why I’m covered in your blood. Get out.”
Samuel snorted. “No problem. Don’t forget to call me if you wanna fuck, though,” he said. He thought that would get a bigger reaction, but Nelson shook his head sadly.
“You don’t deserve her.”
On that point, at least, they were in agreement.
Samuel found his clothes around the white couch. Not his boxers or socks. They were in the bedroom, he remembered. And there they would stay, because he wasn’t heading back.
When he got outside, he didn’t bother looking for a cab. A warm tear plopped onto his arm. He stared at it in confusion, then jammed his hands into his pockets.
How had the night been simultaneously the best and worst experience of his life?
He didn’t regret it, though. No matter what happened, he’d always carry the memory with him. Kimberly, orgasming around his finger, her hot mouth desperately entreating him for more. Nelson, choking him with that blessing of a cock. And getting fucked in the ass while he wrung those provocative little cries from Kimberly’s throat? He’d still be jerking off to that when he was 85 years old.
Why did it have to be so complicated? Kimberly hadn’t reacted in overt disgust. She hadn’t screamed that he revolted her, which was already a step in the right direction. Maybe she would consider…
No, he shouldn’t get his hopes up.
Samuel stopped and turned to look at the building. Nelson’s condo was the one at the top. The light was still on. As he stared, a figure approached a window. A moment later, a second, taller figure appeared. The smaller one raised an arm.
Maybe.
Maybe…
But he stood frozen. Toward home or back inside… he needed to make a decision.
One night of absolute bliss. Most people would never be so lucky. No regrets, and no wishing for something that could never happen.
He waved back, a weight lifting from his shoulders, then he headed home.
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