"Happy three month anniversary babe," I whispered as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse.
"Trust me, it will be happy," he grinned back. Our lips parted for a moment as I pulled his grey shirt off, revealing his sculpted abs. His gentle kisses trailed down to my neck as he undid my lace bra. "Now what's the point in wearing clothes, if you're just going to take them off?" He mumbled as he nibbled at my neck.
"How am i suppose to look professional if I've got your love bites all over me? Don't you remember what happened last time at work?" I said nudging his head away.
"Well, we'll have to make them where they're not seen then," he said playfully, kissing down to my chest. He pushed me on my back and removed the rest of my clothing. My hands ran down his back, tugging off his underwear, as our tongues battled, moaning as we went. Our two naked bodies held in each other's embrace.
***
We untangled our sweaty bodies from each other, lying back on the bed. I moved over and rested my head on his chest as I tried to calm my jagged breath.
"That was exhausting," I giggled.
"Fuck I love you, Tiffiany." He sighed.
"What?" I pushed away from his embrace.
"What is it?" he asked, trying to pull me closer.
"I can not believe you, Dustin." I growled as I rolled out of bed.
"What?" he asked again.
"Its Jordan, asshole." He took moment to think about what he'd done, before face palming himself. Sure, don't apologise for what you've done. "If you're gonna cheat on me, maybe don't scream their name out next time." I hurried to get my clothes on. I searched for my underwear only to find a ripped piece of lace.
"Jordan, come on, I didn't mean to!" Dustin pleaded.
"So what, you slipped and fell into her vagina?"
"No that's not what I-"
"Save it Dustin, delete my number," I finished, slamming the door as I left.
I stormed down the hallway and into the elevator only to find it wasn't empty. The man looked at me and smiled. Why is he looking at me? I pulled down my skirt that had ridden far higher than it was meant to. The doors shut behind me. So just a few floors with a hot guy who keeps looking at me, Great.
I caught a glimpse of my reflection. My blonde hair pointed in all directions except down. And I thought it was because I was attractive.
"Hi," he grinned as the elevator began plummeting.
I gulped, "uh.. Hi.." He let out a small laugh, looking at my chest then back to my eyes.
"Nice shirt." He laughed. Oh god. He's totally checking out my boobs. He keeps looking at my boobs. Maybe that's not the only thing he's checking out. Does he want to fuck me in the elevator?! Do I want to fuck him in the elevator?! Wait, who fucks people in elevators?! I thought back to a porno I once saw, and shivered as I remembered.
I looked down, only to notice half my boob was hanging out. Or maybe he's just a fellow citizen looking out for me. Not everything is about sex, Jordan! I fixed the buttons on my shirt to hide my beasts that struggled to contain themselves. So no elevator fucking. I was almost disappointed.
"Uh, thanks.." I muttered as a blush crept up my neck.
"Pleasure." What does he mean 'pleasure'?! Pleasure to see half my tit?! Pleasure to make me red as a cherry?! Pleasure to what?!
The ding of the elevator couldn't have come sooner. As the man exited I couldn't help but eye his butt.
Jordan! You're meant to be depressed! You're so called boyfriend has been cheating on you!
More like suppressed. Sex suppressed. Like shit! I haven't had sex since, well, ten minutes ago..
I stood outside in the cold, shivering, waiting for a taxi. Whores aren't meant to feel the cold. The less the cold affects us, the less we can wear.
"Common taxi," I muttered. It had at least been five minutes, where the hell was he? I could call Dane, but I wouldn't want to bother him at three in the morning.
The taxi slowly pulled up and I rushed towards it. I blurted out my address, followed by a few words encouraging him to hurry. I fell back in my seat as I pulled out my phone. If he's awake, he'll reply. I thought to myself as I texted him. Almost immediately the familiar tone sung from my phone. I answered, "Dane, hi," I smiled. I pulled my legs up and crossed them as I listened to Dane soft voice.
"Sweetie, what happened?"
"It happened again," I moaned.
"What happened? You'll have to explain."
"Dustin. He did what they all do."
"Okay come right over, I have chocolate and wine. Are you okay to come over?"
"Yeah I have a taxi, just hold on a minute." I looked up at the taxi man and moved the phone away from my mouth. "Can you just change directions and go to- hey what?!" I looked up to see the drivers eyes staring right at my crutch. "What are you do-" I began before I realised the lack of underwear I had on. "Oh fuck. Just stop here thanks." I eyed the little camera at the front of the taxi. Well that's probably his porn for the month. The taxi pulled over on the side of the road and I handed the driver a twenty and left. He was disappointed to see me leave.
I put the phone back to my ear, "yeah Dane, I'm gonna need you to pick me up, and could you buy me some underwear?"
