Wonder Dog | DAMON BGT

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David

I lie on the sofa, dragging her with me by my firm grip on her defined waist. I sense every piece of my body blazing with pure lust as I feel her thighs enclose my lower part.

No doubt alcohol make things easier, calmed your judgment.
If I were sober, I probably wouldn't be doing what I'm doing now.

We continued kissing and she took the opening step: cleverly unbuttoning that navy blue shirt I was wearing and taking it off, let it fall on the floor. I don't stay behind, my fingers found the zipper of the red dress with gold and I lowered it without wavering, the straps of the garment falling in the middle of her arms.

She's beautiful, for sure.
Any man would think so.

During these moments, I heard Silly bark non-stop, sure because he doesn't know the woman, but the pleasure I was experiencing from her caresses and kisses helped me not to pay attention to him.

Suddenly she breaks the union of our lips.
"He bites?" she says.

I look at Silly and then at her "he doesn't, but I do".

My new acquaintance smiles naughtily "sounds nice" she stands up and the dress falls to the floor. Black lingerie "we'd better go to your room"

"Good."

We're on our way to the stairs when she looks back and shouts "HELL! My dress!"

I follow her look and Silly, my beloved dog, was lying on the dress, a piece of it on his snout.
Oh no.

"Silly, come here, come on!" I bend down a little, wanting to get his attention, but he didn't move from spot.

The blonde then approaches Silly, upset, and without worrying about measuring her strength, abruptly pushes him away with her foot. Silly whines about it.

Wait, no... she didn't push him, she fucking kicked him.
She kicked Silly.

If I was a little out of myself, this event made me totally come back.

I got angry, very angry "what the hell do you think?!" I take her arm.

She sees me as if I had three eyes.
"Ehh, hello? your bloody dog was ruining my dress!" she replies in a loud tone, freeing herself from my hold.

"But you didn't have to fucking hit him! It's my dog!"

The woman opens her mouth, stunned.
Then her face gets closer to mine, her blue eyes flaming with anger "well, get laid with your dog because I'm leaving" spits out these words before she takes her dress and heels, gets clothed and leaves.

Simon

Since I saw how the blonde possessed David's lips I lost my rational action.
I let myself be carried away by the strange bitter sensation that hit me in those moments, which made me claim David as mine.

That's why, as childish as ever before, I intruded.
I only wanted the blonde away from David, I wanted her to stop touching him, I wanted her to leave our home...

But in spite of how good and innocent my desire was, it was selfish too.
I didn't think about what David wanted.

What if he really liked the girl?
After hearing about his divorce, I had feared he wouldn't be able to move on... what if this girl was his chance to start over?

Anyways, I blew it.

David passes a hand through his hair and takes a seat on the couch previously occupied by two lustful bodies. I approach with doubt. He sees me and his mouth bends in sadness.

He whispers "Are you all right, my boy?" his hand is on my side, just where the woman had hit "I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry..."

His dark eyes become watery and the tears soon make their way down his cheeks "if I knew she would do this to you, I—" his voice breaks and he could no longer speak.

A sharp pain took my being.
"Dave, calm down, breathe"

He sobs for a few moments, his body shivering slightly "I'm so tired of myself. I'm a bloody mess..."

"No, David, darling," I licked his hand a little to get his attention. So he did, his tearful eyes connected with mine "you're not that, you're—well,... perfect"

David just touches my head shortly and gets up, losing sight of me as he climbs the stairs.

I decide, after staying static in the same place for a while, to go to sleep in the dog bed. Bert was already in his bed asleep, sure in his fifth dream.

Yes, selfish could have been my defect.
But... how selfish is it to think that I could be his chance to start over?

I close my eyes and, thinking of the recent image of David without a shirt, I fall asleep.