A Nice Guy

8

It's Christmas time. Anna and I have been dating nearly a month. The accusations of Hazel and I have dwindled to once a week. I'm growing fond of Anna; when she's not acting crazy she's a great woman. She cooks great meals, cleans my place for me when I'm at work. She acts like a wife and I think I should invest in that.

The sex has grown boring though. We've done it all, everything you can think of. Anal, toys, bondage, fuck knows what else. I find myself thinking of Hazel mid stroke, and immediately finish inside her. She loves it, thinking she makes me cum so hard. I wish she did, I wish she could properly distract me from what I'm really craving.

But she doesn't. So I ask Hazel to come out on a friendly date with me. Just me and her. At first she says no, claiming it's inappropriate. But I remind her it's our 5 year anniversary of being friends, and that demands some sort of celebration. She reluctantly agrees to a dinner date.

December 20th. She's wearing a pale blue dress; it fits her body nicely. Her hair is up, a few pieces hanging down and framing her face perfectly once again. I compliment her, genuinely, but she brushes it off. Avoids my gaze, plays with her glass of wine instead. Fuck. "I mean it, Hazel. You look great. In like, a friendly way, of course," I tell her. She smiles. It's a small smile.

"Thanks. Derrick says I've been gaining weight," she mutters, staring down at her wine. She blinks, forcing a smile, looking like she regrets saying that. She looks like she's gained weight, too, but in the right spots. Her tits are bigger, so are her thighs and ass. Yeah, of course I noticed.

I roll my eyes, pretending like I don't agree at all with what Derrick had said. "If anything, you've lost weight. Trust me Hazel, you look amazing." I shift in my seat, my stiff dick being a testament to my words.

Her eyes sparkle. She's looking at me like—no. I'm imagining it, I'm sure. But I swear she's looking at me like...she wants to rip my clothes right off my fucking body.

I'm not imagining it. I swear the entire restaurant freezes as I stare at her glossy lips, as if I'm in some sort of fucking trance while she asks if I want to get out of here. I nod, no hesitation.

We leave, back to her place. She tells me to follow her to the bedroom and I watch as she begins slipping out of her dress. I don't question it. It's Hazel's world, I'm just living in it. If she wants to toy with me for the rest of my life I'll let her.

I don't rush into it though. It won't be on me this time, this time it's her. She's fucking me. I'm standing here, like she told me to do, like a good little puppy. And when she tells me to move, I'll move.

She pulls my clothes off and I watch; my dick hard as ever. She leads me to the bed and she rides me. Hard. Like she's angry at the world and I'm here to take the heat. Which I will, fuck, I don't mind.

She tells me to fuck her, to choke her, spank her. It's unlike her. I can tell somethings wrong, deep down. She's sad and this is her way of punishing herself. But I can't help but do what she says. I'm just a man. I fuck her while the head board slams against the wall, while she cries in pain but tells me to keep going, tells me to fuck her even harder.