A Nice Guy

24

I've come up with a plan. My thought process is this: if Hazel won't leave Derrick even though she's in love with me, then she obviously just needs some motivation. And honestly, I'm doing him a favor. She won't be stringing him along anymore and lying to him about the baby.

And hopefully she'll stop feeling so guilty about us, and she'll finally stop accusing me of raping her. Which I fucking didn't, by the way. I don't know if I'd made that clear yet. I would never do that to anyone, especially my best fucking friend.

Anyways, to motivate Hazel into divorcing Derrick, I'll start dating Anna again. I'm convinced that when she sees me with her she'll of course feel jealous, but this time it'll be different. I'm going to act like I'm in love with Anna. I want it to drive Hazel so insane that she not only throws herself at me, but pushes Derrick out of her life entirely to make room for me instead.

For now, I keep my mustang in storage and drive my daily until I'm in need of it again. Between work and stalking Hazel, I was booked out. Feels like I'm taking a vacation from my second job; a much needed one.

During our conversation over the phone, I requested Anna to meet with me for a coffee to talk more in person. After I get a new hair cut, of course. I have to look like a different man; a changed man, in order for her to let me back into her life. Give the impression that I've grown up, that I'm ready to—I don't know—treat her right this time. Yeah, that sounds good. I'll say something like that.

She's sitting across from me in the coffee shop. The first thing I notice is that her hair is now blonde. I tell her I like it, that it suits her well. The compliment makes her blush, like I knew it would. "You finally cut your hair," she smiles, looking me over. "I told you it would look good shorter."

I smile back, take a sip of my coffee, look her in the eyes. I set my cup down. "Anna, I meant what I said over the phone." I pause, for dramatic effect I guess. I hold her hands in mine. "I miss you. Can we give it another shot? Please?"

She looks down at our hands, as if she's thinking over my question. What is there to think over, though? I know she'll say yes. It might come with some stipulations; me being banned from anything Hazel related, but that's all part of my plan.

Hazel's my best friend, I know her. Once she's grown attached to something, she needs it, like she can't live without it. She gets engrossed with shows, movies; the characters, the relationships. It takes her weeks to get over something that's got her attention, so I'll use that to my advantage. She's got feelings for me, claims she loves me, so it'll drive her fucking insane seeing me ignore her for another woman.

It'll be different from before, too. I won't give her any of my attention. I won't fuck her behind Anna's back. She won't get the satisfaction of knowing she's what I truly want, what I've always wanted.

Finally, Anna nods her head yes; she wants to give me another chance. Of course she does. And of course she lists everything that I can't do this time; speaking to Hazel being at the very top of the list. Like I said, I'm banned, but I'm perfectly fine with that.

We talk some more, and I realize I do enjoy Anna's company. I've missed being able to talk to someone and having it consist of only normal conversation; no crying, accusations, yelling. God, it feels like a breath of fresh air. We end up talking for two hours, and afterwards she invites me over to her place, asks me to stay the night.

I'm nervous, because what if I can't keep it up for her? That's what she'll be expecting, right? Fuck. I need to stay over though. I need the relationship to develop as fast as possible. So, I tell her yes, of course I'll stay over. I'll just make sure to grab some performance pills on the way to her place, that's easy. I can do that.

And the pills work, for the most part. I'm able to fuck her until she comes, but I don't finish, I just can't. I pretend to, though, to make her happy. I push my dick deep inside and grunt a few times, faking an orgasm. I've never done that before, I've never had to do that before. It feels pathetic and pretty fucking embarrassing.

I roll off of her and sit at the edge of the bed, pretending to catch my breath. But really I'm just cussing myself out for not being able to come for any other female besides Hazel. And I can't ask Anna to suck my dick in my car anymore. That was on her list. I'm starting to see a fault in my plan; I'll have to go days, weeks, maybe even months without satisfying sex.

Anna crawls over to me and notices my dick still standing hard as ever, from the pills of course, but she doesn't know that. She grins at me. "It looks like you're ready for another round already," she seductively whispers in my ear.

I take a breath. "Of course I am. I missed you." She's happy with my answer. She sits on my numb dick and starts to grind on it. All I can do is close my eyes and pretend she's someone else.