A Nice Guy

12

January 20th.

Anna and I decide to go on a double date with Hazel and Derrick. Anna's so desperate to do anything with me that doesn't involve sucking my dick, she actually came up with the idea. She knew I'd say yes. All I had to do was mention the idea to Derrick and he set it up the next evening.

I'm sitting across from Hazel, of course. I wouldn't have it any other way. Annas next to me, sitting across from Derrick. Hazel and I have natural conversations throughout dinner, a performance worthy of an award of some kind I'm sure because I'm convinced that she's starting to hate me. I look at her; admiring her. She's breathtaking.

Anna clears her throat, elbowing me quite hard. I send her a glare, but stop when I realize I've been staring at Hazel way too long. I internally thank her for pulling me out of the trance I was in. I eat my food, refraining from participating in any more conversations. I've ruined my own mood with my anxious thoughts.

We leave, hugging them goodbye. I hug Hazel briefly. I can't keep her in my arms too long, I fear I'll end up slamming her against the table and fucking her in front of this entire restaurant. She notices the short hug, tries to catch me before we leave, but I ignore her. Truthfully, my dick is stiff and twitching; I need Anna to take care of it in my car, preferably while we're still parked at the restaurant.

Anna has my dick in her mouth as I watch Hazel climb into Derrick's truck. She struggles and has to maneuver quite a bit before she's successfully sitting in the passenger seat. Just watching her makes me cum in Anna's mouth almost instantly. I'm breathing heavy, patting Anna's hair. I let my head rest against my seat, closing my eyes. What the fuck am I doing? Where is this going?

Anna gets up, wipes her mouth, sits back in the passenger seat. Same old, same old. I'm getting tired of this, too. Well, if she won't break up with me, then I guess I have to man the fuck up and break up with her. I can't even wait until my limp dick is tucked back into my pants. "I think we should break up." I dare not even open my eyes to see her reaction. But she's not saying anything, or leaving the car.

I peak at her. She's staring down at her shoes, expressionless. "I knew this was coming. I just didn't think you'd do it in such a shitty fucking way," she says, turning to face me. "You're such a fucking asshole, Alex." I don't answer her. I finally tuck my dick away, slowly zipping up my pants afterwards. It's awkward; the noise of my zipper in the now silent car.

I sigh. "I can drop you off at your house, and I'll drop off your things tomorrow, or whenever you're home." I pause. "However you want to go about it. No rush, I don't mind your things being at my place for a little while." That makes me feel good, adding that last part in there. See? I'm still a good guy.