Good Pet

I need to try to open myself up to her. Be available for her advances. She is my girlfriend. She’s the one who saved me from getting really attacked and violated, so I really should let my guard down around her. But it’s been hard for me to do that, way harder than I ever wanted it to be, but I guess that’s what happens when you have something like that happen with your boss. A person in charge of your future. I need to at least make an effort to be available for her tonight. That’s the least a boyfriend should do. Especially a boyfriend who happens to be her boss, and the love of her life.

Just as I’m about to walk into the parking lot of the fancy, nearby grocers, my phone rings again. Except this time, it’s Melissa. I can tell by the ring tone. The moment I hear the familiar beat, my stomach twists. My anxiety spikes. I fumble to get the phone out of my pocket, thinking, I hope nothing bad has happened! I hope she’s not calling because Vanacore did something to her! She never calls during work! Especially not outside of the lunch hour!

I answer the call, just as it is on its last ring. “Baby? Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s all right, Tommy,” says Melissa gently. As she’s speaking, I move out of the way of cars and shopping carts, finding a little alcove by the store that’s not being occupied at the moment, so I can talk to her. “Are you at home?”

I plug up one ear and pressed the phone to the other, so I can hear her more clearly. “No. I’m just about to head into the grocery store to buy us some food for the dinner I’m planning to make us tonight. Why?”

Already, I can smell the small army of essential oil diffusers that this grocery store likes to have stationed by the opening. As I’m talking, I see some skinny girls in yoga pants look at me funny. Like, “what is a fat dude doing at a health food store?” I ignore them categorically and continue to listen to Melissa, who has just started to answer my question.

“The bigwigs and HR want to talk to you, Tommy,” he says. “They want to review any evidence you have, any statement you can give them in regards to Vanacore and her assault of you. Her abuse of power against you.”

This makes me break out in a sweat. I feel nauseous, even though I’m in the shade. The moment I’ve been waiting for and dreading has arrived. The moment in which I have to face the music and face Vanacore, as well as my destiny. My fate to be the one to take her down or go down in flames myself.

“Okay,” I say, knowing I’m not going to have time to head home and change into something more formal, and that I don’t care to anyway. “Can you come pick me up then?”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes or less,” says Melissa, and hangs up.

I hang up, directly after, taking this moment to listen to the piece-of-shit message, my piece-of-shit dad left me. Like all the other ones, it begins with an insult. Unlike all the other ones, though, this one is filled with threats to sell my hunk-of-junk car then sell everything in my bedroom, if I’m not going to bother being at home anymore or giving him any of my money.

I don’t care. He can sell all my stuff and then some. Though Melissa hasn’t said I could move in with her officially, I’m sure she’s been waiting for the right circumstances to ask just that.

And when she does, I think, settling myself against the wall to wait for her, I’m going to say yes. To that, and more.

Around twenty minutes later, just as Melissa’s promised, I see her pull into the parking lot and then pull up to the side of the grocery store, where I’m still waiting. As I head to her car, get in the passenger’s side seat, and buckle myself in, Melissa leans in and kisses me. It’s not just a quick peck on the cheek or mouth like she’s been giving me over the last few days. It’s a full on French kiss.

There’s so much silky tongue in it that I almost lose myself to it. I almost forget what I’m about to go do. Her soft, big lips don’t hurt my flight of fancy either. I start thinking about what it would feel like to have those juicy, soft lips around my cock again, sucking me off until I cum.

I moan, feeling my cock go a little hard.

Melissa pulls away, rubbing at her own crotch as she does. As if the same magic is happening to her, as well. “Later,” she says. It’s mostly to herself than to me, I sure, but it works for me as well. “After all this gets settled once, and for all, we will have all the fun we want.”