"Please let me up. I know you think you're in charge, but I'm not doing this shit anymore."
Mrs. Jones acted like she was removing herself from my lap, but instead, she only pulled far enough away to grab at my dick. I backed up into the couch further, in shock that she would be so bold, especially after I had just told her I wasn't doing anything. "What the..."
She grabbed my jeans harder, squeezing my dick that was on the other side of the fabric. "Your mind might be saying no, but I'm sure your sexy cock is saying yes."
I looked away and closed my eyes. "Please, get the fuck off of me. I'm serious right now. Just get off." I took her hand and removed it from between my legs.
She started laughing at me as she finally slid herself off me. I sat up and tried to gain composure except, when I looked up, she was removing her top. Although she was wearing a bra, the see through fabric left nothing to the imagination. I wanted to look away, I knew it was the right thing to do, but I just couldn't. She ran her hands over her nipples and bit down on her lip while she stared right at me. "I don't beg, Sebastian. Still, I'm just not convinced that you don't want to touch me right now. She pulled the bra down under her nipples, making her breast pop up more. "Tell me you don't want to touch me."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Forcing myself to look away from her perfect tits was damn near impossible. When I managed to do it, I could still see them in my mind. When I felt her hands sliding up my jeans, I turned to see that she was squatted between my legs. I put my hands over hers and made her stop moving them up. "Please stop."
She moved both of our hands up another inch and licked her lips when she looked down to my obvious erection which was showing through my pants.
God. Damn. You. Dick.
For once, can you not work so well?
Our hands move up another few inches. "Mmmm, I want you in my mouth. I want to feel that smooth skin all over my lips."
No one was ever going to believe this.
I was really trying to be this faithful boyfriend that Karrie was in love with, but truth be told, my dick was throbbing and I wanted to stick it right in this bitch’s begging mouth.
Don't do it. This is really cheating.
I laid my head back against the couch and closed my eyes. "What are you waiting for?"
I heard her purr for a second time as I felt her loosening up my pants and pulling out my erection. I kept my eyes closed, like it would somehow be less cheating if I didn't watch. Part of me wanted to cry like a damn baby, while the other part wanted to grab the bitch’s head and make her suck it harder.
For someone determined to change, I'd managed to fuck my life up worse in just a matter of fifteen minutes. Mrs. Jones sucked me off for about three minutes before I couldn't hold out anymore. She stood up and handed me a paper towel. "Sebastian, I just want you to be happy. Pleasing you turns me on. I think you should reconsider quitting."
I couldn’t even catch my breath. Instead of answering her, I pulled up my pants and walked out of her house. She let me leave and I knew she would because she never begged.
Once inside of my Jeep, I pounded my fists onto the steering wheel. "Fuck!"
I didn't care about the money anymore. This shit had to stop. I was torturing myself with guilt. There may have been a time in my life when I only cared about myself, but the older I got the more I wanted to do something with my life. For someone on a mission to succeed, I was failing in every sense.
Without thinking, I dialed Karrie.
Hello?
Babe, it's me.
I'm in the middle of something. Can I call you back as soon as I'm finished? Are you okay?
What was I doing? I couldn’t tell her this over the phone.
Yeah, I’m fine.
Okay. I love you.
That made it even worse. It was like she kicked me in the balls.
I love you too, Kar.
When I hung up the phone, I felt like even more of an asshole. I was now that guy who cheats on his girl and calls her afterwards. I didn’t deserve her. Suddenly feeling like the only way out of this was to come clean, I realized I had to decide how much of the truth I wanted Karrie to know. This was going to break her heart, so clearly I had to consider giving her half of the truth.
I headed home to drown myself in beer and cold hot wings while I grew enough balls to tell my girlfriend.
About an hour later, my phone started ringing and I knew it was Karrie. As much as I wanted to hear her voice, I had to avoid the inevitable and not answer. I wasn’t ready to let her go. Not this time.
Mark came in from work to find me sitting in front of the TV with a six-pack of empty beer cans. “Dude, it’s not even four yet. What gives? You still pussy sick?”
He tossed his keys down and sat across from me. “Fuck it,” I whispered. I took a deep breath and leaned forward. “What I’m about to tell you stays between us. It doesn’t leave this mother fucking room.”
He leaned in and shook his head. “Did she give you a STD or is she pregnant? The guys and I have a bet going.”
I shook my head at his stupid assumptions. “Seriously? That is jacked up. No, she’s not pregnant and no, she doesn’t have a STD. Look, I’m in trouble and I need your advice. This is serious, dude.”
He put up his hands. “Fine, just lay it on me.”
I started from the beginning when Karrie had left and we decided not to be together. When I started to tell him about Mrs. Smith and then Mrs. Jones, he got up and grabbed a beer. Of course, being the pervert that he is, he wanted details on both of the women. Last but not least, I told him about Alex. I even filled him in that she was related to Mrs. Jones.
“You are fucking with me right now, right?”
I put my face into my hands. “No, I’m dead serious.”
“Dude, you’re banging four women and you are complaining why?” Leave it to Mark to make this all seem okay to do.
“Look, I’m not that guy. You like Karrie. You know she doesn’t deserve this. She’s not just my girlfriend, she’s all of our friend. I need to tell her the truth.”
“No!” He stood up and looked right at me. “If you tell her, it’ll crush her. She’ll never trust another man for as long as she lives. Your chances of ever having a friendship will be over. Are you really ready to risk that for something that happened when you weren’t even together?”
“My client just gave me head this morning!”
He waved his hands in the air. “That’s not cheating. Did you kiss or touch her during?”
I scrunched up my face and looked at him like he was crazy. “No, I asked her not to do it. Then she pushed until I couldn’t resist.”
“Dude, just keep your mouth shut. Don’t hurt Karrie if you don’t have to. Just quit going to those houses and everyone can be happy.”
I shook my head. “It can’t be that simple.”
“Oh, but it is. Forget about it, man. Chalk it up to one of life’s lessons and let it go. Dude, do you even know how lucky you are to experience something like that. I fucking idol you right now.”
There is no hope for the human race.
“Good, cause I hate myself right now.”
I got up and went back to my room. Among the missed calls from Karrie, there was also one from Alex. Since I had screwed up earlier with her mother, it was time to do at least one right thing. I dialed back her number to let her know that we were no longer fooling around.
Chapter 14
Hello?
Hey Sexy. Do you have plans tonight?
Actually, there's something I need to talk to you about. Do you think you could come over here? I've had a few beers, but I can walk somewhere close.
I'm outside of your apartment. I'll just come up.
I heard the phone click right before the doorbell rang. Damn, I sure was happy that Karrie had already gone back to New York. I opened the door to see Alex standing there in one of the little skirts she always wore. Why couldn't she just dress like a normal
person? Was it necessary to wear clothes that made a guy want to undress her immediately?
She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek before walking past me toward my bedroom. Mark looked at me and put both thumbs up in the air. I flipped him the bird before following Alex into my room.
She had lain down on the bed and started playing with her phone. Her big purse lay next to her and I could tell it was some designer bag. "So, how was the visit with your ex? Did you have a nice weekend?"
I stood in front of her, not wanting to put myself in any kind of position for her to pounce on me like her mother had. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Karrie and I decided to get back together. I didn't want you to hear it from anyone else."
She climbed up on her knees and put her hands on them as she sat on her feet. "Well, that kind of sucks for me. I guess we aren’t going have any fun perks to our new friendship now."
"Look Alex, I'm sorry. I didn't know that it was going to happen. I mean, in the back of my mind I always hoped that we would get back together eventually. The thing is that I really miss her. She's so far away and it's been hard on her too. We're just going to try to make things work. I hope you can understand."
She patted on her thighs before she spoke. It was like she was thinking of the words to say to me. I didn't want to hurt her feelings and I was actually feeling bad about it, until she started to talk. "I guess I better get going then. Maybe we can hang out some other time."
Thinking it was totally a plutonic gesture, I agreed. "Sure." I saw her out of the apartment and came back in to find Mark waiting for me.
"Dude, was that the daughter?"
I smiled and scratched my head. "Yeah, pretty hot, huh?"
"Dayuum! That girl is sexy as hell. I bet she's a little freak too, isn't she?"
I grabbed another beer and sat down next to him. "You have no idea."
"I would have fucked her one more time before letting that piece walk away."
"That's the difference between you and me. I have morals and you don't. I actually have some brain cells left and since you smoked all of yours away, all you’re left to think with is your cock."
We both started laughing. "You're probably right about that. But damn, she was fucking fine. You are such a lucky bastard. If I wasn't so lazy I might bow down to your ass."
I took a toss pillow and hit him in the face. "Jesus, can you shut the hell up? I made the right decision."
"Hey, you think I can get her number from you? I mean, would it be weird and shit if we hooked up?"
I stood up and walked toward the kitchen. "Have at it man. I'll text you the number."
I went into my room and texted Alex's number to Mark before dialing Karrie.
Hello.
Hey, babe.
Hey. I was getting worried when you called and then didn't answer. You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. Rough day I guess. How was yours?
It was good. I got to touch the new fabric that's going to be used in the upcoming line. It's so exciting. They are mixing a lilac chiffon with a purple velour and a metallic spandex. I know you could care less, but I’m just so excited to be a part of it. I've always wanted to know what this part of the business was like. Plus, I got to see my awesome boyfriend over the weekend, so naturally I feel satisfied and happy.
So, what are you wearing?
Bastian...seriously?
I'm lying in my bed thinking about you being naked next to me. I guess I just wanted to visualize. I’m wearing my Spiderman underwear and matching t-shirt. My Superman ones are dirty, but if they weren't, I would put them on and fly my ass right to New York. Superman can fly anywhere he wants, you know.
She started laughing. Since I didn't own Spiderman or Superman underwear, she got the joke immediately.
I miss you already. Four weeks is a long time not to see you. I might have to start talking to strange cab drivers to bide my time. My friend is having a toy party. I guess I could always buy a giant dildo to keep me company. She giggled.
Do not replace me with a dildo, woman! I’ll be so jealous.
I can send you videos.
Okay, retract the last comment. I could totally get used to those kind of videos.
Are you going to send me videos back?
I can send you one right now. Do you prefer soft or hard penis poses, or I can do the tucked thing where it looks like a vagina?
Shut up! Don't you dare send me those kind of pics. I know you. You’ll send them while I’m with my bosses.
You know you like them.
I know I like you.
Yeah, you're pretty darn okay yourself. Listen, I'm going to hit the hay. Feel free to send me a video tonight. We could video chat while you take a shower. Better yet, position the camera behind you when you’re styling your hair. I love how you bend over to dry it.
Bastian! I'd smack you for spying on me if I was close to you. You’re such a creep.
I prefer peeping Tom. So, I'll call you tomorrow around lunchtime. Is that good for you?
Yes, I love you.
Love you too, babe. Goodnight.
Even though I held the guilt of my actions earlier in the day, I felt like for once Mark was right. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Karrie. Even though I knew what I had done was wrong, I couldn't consciously break her heart when I didn't need to. She was the only woman I wanted. It wasn't like I had gone out looking for pussy. I went to tell the bitch it was over.
I had school the next day, and for once I went to class and focused on what the professor was talking about. I got good grades, but found some of the lectures boring as hell. I learned faster by reading and usually just read a chapter ahead of time. I talked to Karrie around lunchtime and was still in a great mood, even after my second class. It wasn't until the next morning that things went to shit.
The alarm went off for me to get ready to head to Mrs. Smith's house. I had made the decision to end my career as a male maid. I wanted to put everything about it in the past and move forward. The semester was coming to an end and I was seriously thinking about changing my major.
I turned off the alarm and went back to sleep. My phone started ringing around ten, right when I was getting out of the shower. The number was unknown, so I just ignored it. That same caller must have hit redial ten times. My phone rang over and over, but I refused to answer it. I didn't see Mrs. Smith as being crazy like that, but I had to assume it was her.
I spent the rest of the day studying for finals. I had some work to catch up on in one of my classes and a paper to write. I sat down at my kitchen table with a beer and started researching a good topic for my final paper. The guys were all out doing other things, so when the doorbell rang, I ignored it. I wasn't expecting anyone and I didn't really feel much like having company.
That night, I spent two hours talking to my girlfriend. We didn't talk about anything of value. It was more like we were watching television together, but separately.
The following morning was much like the one before. I would normally have been getting ready to head to Mrs. Jones house, but since that was done and over with, I decided to start looking for part time jobs. I showered like every other morning and headed out to put in some applications. Around lunchtime my phone rang and that is when all my hopes of putting this shit in the past came crashing down.
Hello?
Hey stranger. Have you had lunch? It was Alex.
Oh, hey. Not yet.
Turn around.
I turned around to see Alex standing across the street. She was waving at me and still holding the phone up to her ear.
I waved. Hey. Are you following me? I was joking.
Maybe. So, you going to let me buy you lunch?
You don't have to buy.
There is this awesome taco place down the street. Hurry up, I'm starving to death!
I hung up the phone and made my way across the street to meet her. Maybe I should have seen something coming, but I didn't at all. We'd no sooner sat down w
hen she pushed me a manila envelope.
I looked up at her. "What's this?"
"I can lie and tell you that it's nothing to worry about, or you can just open it and see for yourself. You aren't the only person who has a secret, Bastian.”
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, do you really think I didn't know you were fucking my stepmother? Please, I'm not an idiot. Unfortunately, you’re the one with the problem."
I was literally shocked. This chick had let me fuck her even after she knew I'd been with her stepmother.
I was glad about the ”step” part, though.
"I don't know where you’re getting your information." I was trying to get myself out of this mess.
"Just shut up and open the envelope." She shoved it toward me more.
I felt irritated, but opened the envelope while still looking at Alex. She had this smirk on her face like she was getting off on my confusion.
I stared at pictures of me in the pool yard with Mrs. Smith. She was naked and I was rubbing her down with lotion. I flipped through a couple more photos and saw one of me walking out of Alex's house. It was after my first time with her mother. I said nothing as I put the photos back into the envelope. "What the fuck are you doing, Alex? How did you even get these? Why do you have these?"
I was pissed and I wasn't trying to hide it.
She leaned in and looked directly at me. "This could have all gone differently, had your girlfriend not come back into the picture. I didn't want to have to explain things this way. Your knowledge of the situation was never necessary, but I don't have time to wait for things to work themselves out."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I need you to sleep with my step-mother again. I need it to be in different places, all over the house and maybe even out in public. As far as Mrs. Smith goes, well you can fuck her at the house like normal."
"You're out of your mind, you little bitch!" I started to stand up, but she grabbed my arm.
"I wouldn't do that, Bastian. Not unless you want Karrie to see what you do when she isn't around."
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