His Weakness, Her Liberation

Oops, Oh My

I woke up Monday morning to three missed calls from Michael.

"We should really talk bout  the other night Janeé. I know what we did was important to you," the voicemail said.

Important to me? What did he mean? That it wasn't important to him? I was too afraid of the answer, so I decided not to call him back. He called me repeatedly over the next few weeks, but I never answered. I wanted to, but I didn't want to be hurt by him. I figured this way, I could regain control. Let him go before he let me go. I didn't realize my plan of leaving him alone would backfire sooner that I thought.

A few weekends later, I got drunk with my friends at a day party, trying to numb the pain of ending things with Michael before anything really began. I hadn't told them anything about what happened, so I had no one to talk through my feelings. Whenever I was drunk, my emotions ran high and today was no different, except today was horny too. I couldn't get Michael off mind. I told my girls I wasn't feeling well and was going to get an Uber home, but I'd decided an hour earlier I was going straight to Michael's.

I rang the doorbell and he answered it initially with a smile. He was happy to see me, but surely he remembered I'd been ignoring him for weeks and the smile quickly vanished from his face.

"You can't be here. I have company."

"Well introduce me," I said drunkenly, pushing past him and letting myself in.

He caught me by the arm forcefully and escorted me up the stairs, but not before I saw a woman laying on the chaise that I came on over and over a few weeks ago. I didn't get a good look at her, but she looked eerily familiar. 

Michael threw me on his bed with anger in his eyes.

"Stay here and don't make a sound." He left the room and I tipped toed out behind him without detection.

He told the woman downstairs he had to take a call. She asked who was at the door and he told her it was someone with the wrong address. Why was he lying to her and why was he hiding me in his room? I was too drunk to really care. I came here for one thing and I wasn't leaving without it.

I quietly went back to his room and waited for his return.

"What do you want Janeé? I've been calling you for weeks, you ignore me and now you show up to my house, unannounced and drunk? What do you want?"

"I want you inside me." I said without hesitation. I leaned back on his bed with my hands behind me, legs spread open so he could see I wasn't wearing any underwear. "I'm so wet Michael, please fuck me. I need you."

Hearing those words come out of my mouth shocked me as much as it shocked him. I could see his dick pressing hard against his sweatpants and I knew I had him. Whoever was downstairs would have to wait until I got my fix.

The sight of him turned me on so much that I slid back on his bed, propped myself up on his pillows and started touching myself. He stood there watching me in disbelief. His eyes never left my body as I started taking my clothes off. I slid my shirt over my head and caressed my breasts with my bra still on. He continued watching me as sweat beads started to gather on his forehead. I slid my skirt off and softly trailed my fingers down my body until I reached my clit. I couldn't believe he wasn't fucking me yet, but at this point, I was cumming with or without his dick. Whether or not he touched me, his body told me he wanted me. He was breathing so hard, you would have thought he was pounding me himself.

I circled my clit, making myself moan. He continued watching me pleasure myself and bit his lip in approval. I could tell he wanted to join me, but something was holding him back. It was probably whoever was downstairs. I wanted Michael inside me, but I needed to entice him just a bit more. I pulled the cups of my bra down, revealing my full breasts and hard nipples. Almost instantly, his mouth was all over them. My hand was still rubbing my clit when he moved it and replaced it with his. I came almost instantly. I started to get up from the bed, but he pushed me back down and moved his head down between my legs, I thought he was going to lick my pussy dry. He must have felt my orgasm coming because he quickly entered my body. He lifted one of my legs into a bent position and used it as leverage as he stroked deep inside me. I came so hard I saw stars and a tingling feeling came over my body. He came too and collapsed on top of me for a few minutes.

"You have to leave." His words surprised me and brought me back to reality quickly.

"But I--" I tried to find a reason to get him to let me stay, but I couldn't find one.

"Just go." He said with disgust, but I couldn't tell if he was disgusted with me or with himself.

I decided not to make a scene, so I tip-toed back down the stairs and out of the door without taking a second look at the woman who was sitting on the chaise.