I nod my head; I don’t know what upset me more, the idea that Tom was dead or the idea that everyone knows Tom’s secret. Even family friends such as Frank. He knows why we never had more than one kid. He knows why Tom was always traveling and that it wasn’t always for business. If anything it was for pleasure. I’d turned a blind eye for so many years thinking that Tom was a good man. A good father. His sexual preference was something that I could live with, by the time I’d decided that I couldn’t take it any longer, he’d left not only this marriage but this world.
I had time to cry, to grieve, but the tears never came, because my life had been a lie and the realization of that came the moment he died. No longer did I have to keep his dirty secret. His parents knew the truth, and the only thing they could say about it was, “Please don’t tell anyone how he died.”
I agreed to it, because I wanted this chapter of my life over. I wanted it to be buried along with Tom.
“Thanks for calling, Frank. I’ll come to your office and sign the necessary paperwork.”
“Whenever you’re ready. Good night, Jennifer.”
He's being polite because it’s not exactly evening.
As I curl up in my bed, I should want to scream and run around the bedroom and shout out about my new found wealth and freedom, but I curl up once more with my Kindle because the story I’m reading is so much better than my reality. Now I’ve got freedom and I can do whatever I please, but I’m alone. At least with my stories I can enjoy myself, because I can’t seem to let the reality of my coming freedom sink in enough to really enjoy what my life is going to be.
Jason
I run my fingers gently up Bethany’s entrance, wondering what her slickness is going to feel like around me and thinking about the way she is going to sound when I am fucking her. That is why I texted her to tell her that I was on my way home. I wanted my ex-girlfriend to be in my bed waiting for me.
I knew that Mom went to work at this time so the house would be free and Bethany could scream as loud as she wanted. Bethany didn’t even bother to wear underwear
; she is naked from the moment I open my bedroom door.
She sent me a message saying that my mom let her in. I bet Mom wasn’t happy about that, but I’m in college now. Mom can’t keep treating me like a kid, besides Bethany and I used to date before I went to college. It’s only my first year, but I made it clear that I wasn’t looking to have a long distant relationship and Bethany complied. I know why she did. She has the delusion that I’ll decide to come back for her. The only good thing about coming back home is meeting up with my neighbor and best friend, Daniel, and fucking Bethany.
Bethany shifts against me as her breath becomes short and sharp as I start to play with her pussy, running the head of my cock through her swollen pussy lips. I want to prolong fucking her, because I don’t know that I’ll be so quick to call her again. Maybe the town’s changed, and there are other options. Girls that don’t have the delusion of a wedding ring in three years’ time, but they like to fuck. Fucking is the only reason I called Bethany, but I’m not sure that she understands that I just want casual sex even though she agreed to it, in theory. My cock’s going to go limp if I carry on fucking with a guilty conscience and thinking about how she’s planning our honeymoon and shit. I play with her, to draw it out further still. I had a long car ride coming home, and I want to make sure that I make up for the lost time. I’m so fucking hard that I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. I decide not to any longer as I get the condom from my back pocket. I didn’t even bother to take off my clothes when I saw Bethany naked; I just got out my cock.
With the condom safely tucked on my cock, I take off my shirt and then lay on top of her. She’s spread out on my bed. I seize her hips and slam into her. She doesn’t resist because she’s ready for me. We both cry out as my cock enters her in one single thrust. Her body rocks forward against mine, and her hands curl onto my back.
“Damn! I’ve missed you, Jason.”
Not the words that I want to hear. She nearly makes me regret calling her because I don’t want to hear those words.
Then she moans, “You feel even better than last time.”
I can’t do this fucking shit. I decide that there’s only one way forward and that’s for her to turn around. If I don’t feel her kissing my neck and wrapping her hands around me, then I won’t feel guilty, and I can do the one thing that I’ve been dying to do for the last eight hours, and that’s fucking.
I gently withdraw my cock with the condom on it. I check it because I’m fucking sure that if Bethany had the chance to be pregnant, she would take up the opportunity like a duck to water. It would be her guarantee. Even coach warned us about that. Never. Ever have sex with a woman unless you’re going to put a ring on her finger. He’d told us about all the players that had been caught out and the price that they had to pay as a result of one night of enjoyment. It wasn’t worth it. Bethany is going to make me come. But I wasn’t about to throw my future away, especially not over her. I’d rather be safe than sorry.
“Good, you’re naked like me,” she purrs as she sits up and starts heading in my direction.
What is it about Bethany that makes me so damn frustrated and turns me off, even if I like fucking her?
I used to like her. Even at one point, I thought that I could love her, but then I saw the ugly side of her one too many times, and I decided that I couldn’t stay with her any longer. She picked on the fat kids. The skinny ones. The geeks. Anyone that she felt was beneath her. She was the popular girl whose parents owned a string of diners, and they had money. But her parents, they were respected by everyone in the community because they weren’t anything like their shitty daughter. I don’t know where she got it from, but I guess it is because she was born wanting for nothing and they worked for everything they had.
“I want you to fuck me from behind!” Bethany demands.
Today it feels as if fucking her is hard work instead of something I would normally enjoy.
“You feel so amazing,” she coos as she traces her fingers over my chest. That sort of thing used to get to me. Now, it seems totally empty and does nothing for my cock.
I strip off my clothes, then I spin her around and seeing her ass in the air quickly changes my mind about how I was feeling a few minutes ago. She looks incredible as my cock enters her slowly. Her soft silk moisture makes me forget about the doubts that I was having a few minutes ago. I start with slow long strokes that allow me to feel every part of her as she bends down on the edge of my bed. I pull her hips back until I nearly withdraw, and then I ram back in all the way until my balls slap against her wet skin.
“Fuck yes!” I yell as I go deeper inside of her.
Bethany is screaming too, but not like the way that she was when I was laying on top of her, this time she’s shouting out obscenities. Thank fucking goodness that my mom’s not here and I don’t have to worry about my drunken dad coming home to find us. He left when I was born because he couldn’t accept the responsibility, or that’s what grandma told me. Mom told me that she doesn’t know what happened to him. Now, I’m older and I don’t fucking care because I gave up on him ever coming back.
My hands move up her body, squeezing and caressing it. Bethany’s no longer my ex that I’m having second thoughts about fucking. No, she’s an ex with incredible curves. Shit, her ass is so damn big that I can’t help but give her a spank with my cock buried inside of it.
“Jason!” she cries, and I know that she’s enjoying the little spank that I gave her right now as her body starts to tremble.