A vibrator, dildo whatever you want to call it. Mercifully smaller than the one I saw used on the woman at the sex party. He looks at me then cracks a grin. “No! no! girl, don’t you make a smart comment!” (but I can’t help it) I laugh and grab the vibrator off him. “Ok no I promise, I won’t say a word,” I say, testing the weight of it in my hand. “Just turn over then darling and I’ll get on with it.”

He laughs and flips onto his front. “Be kind!” he says with mock terror. I giggle and pretend to attack him with it. He quickly disarms me and we start to kiss…the dildo falls to the floor.

He sits up on the edge of the bed with me in his lap. He strokes my body like its the first time he’s touched a woman. “I want to say sorry,” he starts, head bowed. “what for?” I ask, surprised. “That first night I was…it was wrong of me.”

And I want to ask, what part is he sorry for? Why did he treat Mia like that? treat me like that? but I’m scared to ask…scared of bursting the bubble - ”I forgive you,” I whisper and wrap my legs round his waist.

As our lips lock together, he picks me up and walks over to the wall, pinning me against it. With a little adjustment I take him inside me, gripping hard as he thrusts into me with a gasp.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, biting my lip gently. He presses my back hard into the wall so I don't slip and shifts his grip from my thighs to my wrists. He holds them up high, as though I’m suspended from a hook. Its feels incredible to be stretched out and thrust into at the same time. I hang there, feet off the ground, clutching him inside me, us both panting with the effort.

After a while, he puts me down and turns me to face the wall. Again, he presses me against it with the length of his body, taking me from behind. His arms flat against mine, his hips grinding into me. He starts to speed up, buries his face in my neck, mutters something I don't quite catch…gasps with a groan as he comes, finally stroking down my arms, shoulders, waist, hips. cradling me there…

...we’re lying on the bed when his phone beeps with a message. “I don't mind if you check it,” I say offhand, not thinking anything of it. He, checks then…“Oh,” he says, thinks for a moment. “So, this is a from a friend of mine, she's going through a rough time and…well, she wants to come over and talk.”

The air between us suddenly electrifies. She? it’s a she? Ever since I met him, I’ve just been waiting for the end. When he's done having fun with me. When my novelty wears off and some other pretty girl catches his eye. Its like living on the inhale, permanently tense inside. On the surface I can hide it; but I’m suspicious of everything…everyone.

…he carries on more quietly, “so its probably best if you get going so -“ My blood runs cold and I cut him off. “Do you think I'm stupid!” I start, voice beginning to rise. He jumps, startled by my tone.

“You want me out before your girlfriend gets back right?” I shout, as I leap up and start yanking on jeans. His expression flips to disbelief. “No!” adding “well, she's more a woman than a girl really but-“ I cut him off - “Well you and your woman have a delightful time together!”

I've tried so hard not to force my feelings on him...but really, that's only ever been for my own benefit! I just didnt want to seem too clingy and scare him off! just look at me now!

I storm out the tradesman exit again, stopping to kick over the planter full of green stones. As I straddle the wall, I see him at the window, his face unreadable.

At home I take to my bed claiming period pains. There's nothing I can do but lay there. My body freezing cold, my head burning up.

As my blood cools I start to think more rationally. Maybe this woman is just a friend afterall? And I've just utterly gone off the handle about nothing? I'm so stupid!

I could have just enjoyed this for what it was, few days of fun. Every part of me yearns for a rewind button. I start bargaining. If you let me go back to the first night and start again I'll clean the kitchen more, I'll pay more attention to my little brother, I'll ....I'd do anything to go back.I desperately want to be in the moonlit garden again. I shiver as I feel his finger nail run down my side.

Why would he stay in touch with the lunatic girl who screams at him in a shrill voice and smashes his plant pots?

Turns out he doesn't. I don't hear from him for the rest of today...or tomorrow…

Ⓒ SphinxWriter13 2017

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