Fleetwood Mac-Part III of Fritz Series

Revenge

Death by a thousand cuts, that's apparently the worst way anyone can die. I beg to differ, having to sit here with my hands covering a pair of perfect breasts while my dick pleads with my mind and heart to ignore all of my angry feelings. All of the hurt associated with her and Petty's trysts (plural) I think this kind of death far exceeds any ritualistic torture. Blue balls is a bad way to go for a man so young. It's not as if I don't love Stevie, or I don't want her. I do. On both accounts, but no matter how much I try to forget or push it out of my mind he's there.

She's here with me being sweet and seductive and...she's doing everything I like. All the things that turn me on usually, and I'm turned on. But what my body and my heart want are two different things "Stevie...I want you to tell me the truth, even if it's hard for me to hear" moving my palms outward I settle my hands on her waist instead of her breasts, to compensate I move closer so that we're nose to nose again no place for either of us to run metaphorically...or physically. "Okay" rubbing the tip of her nose with mine I run my thumb back and forth over her hip bone "Am-do I...am I good? I mean, do you like what we do together...in bed?"

Crimson spreads over her face but I ignore the flush, instead focusing on her eyes. She can't hide from me there, in the swirl of color I can see embarrassment and shyness. She's never been open about our sex life, but she's also never been shy about enjoying sex either. Circling my belly button, she gives me a half smile "I don't have any complaints" lifting her chin I search her eyes cautiously...unless I've completely lost the ability to read her she's not lying "Ummm...was he...fuck" it's my turn to blush, except I'm embarrassed and angry not shy "No. Lindsey he wasn't, he isn't. I don't think about him when I'm with you, and I wasn't thinking about you when I was with him-" well I know that, she wouldn't have slept with him if she had been.

"So if he wasn't that great, and I'm better...why'd you do it again?" that's the part that kills me. It wasn't a full fledged affair, but it wasn't just a fling either. Add to that her "feelings" for him and-I'm pissed and confused and a million other emotions I haven't felt since I was a teenager "I don't know Lindsey" frustrated I drop my hands to the water sending beads over the sides of the jacuzzi "Yes you do! Stevie...sweetheart I'm-I'm going fucking crazy thinking about it. And I'm trying to work through it, but I keep thinking about why you went back to him. If it was mediocre why do it again?" it's not as if I've deprived her of physical affection, or emotional support or anything!

"What did he have that I don't? what did he do for you that I can't?! Stevie, Stephanie I've loved you since the moment we met. And I haven't always been the perfect boyfriend or husband, in fact I've been pretty shitty to you. I admit that, I'm doing my best to work through it-but I've never stopped wanting you."

"Linds-"

"Are you not attracted to me anymore?"

"No-I mean-yes I'm still attracted to you, and no I wasn't more attracted to him"

"Am I boring in bed?"

"No, Lindsey of course not! I-"

"Then what?"

"I already told you why"

"You told me why you slept with him the first time, not why you slept with him the other times." A one off I can understand, but more than once "I can't explain it, I guess...after the first time he told me he loved me and I told him it could never happen again. He looked so upset-I avoided him for a few weeks but eventually we had to work alone again, and he said it again. One thing led to another and we..." yeah they ended up making the beast with two backs. "You're telling me that you slept with him out of pity?" that's rich. She shrugs taking my hands in hers again "Do you want me to tell you the details?" I don't know if I can bear to hear them.