The Affair

Nakida

Clarence opened the stall door and gently locked it behind him. He slouched on the door regarding me as I sat on the sink table ready to have him. " Nakida, what are you playing at". He sighed. "Come on, you know you want it" I replied.

"But this is wrong, In every single way" 

"Who cares"

"I do"

I shook my head, got up and began to head towards the door. He grabbed me and pulled me close to me. He held my face as he stared into my eyes and I too into his brown eyes then he kissed me passionately. I pulled back and stared at him for a couple of seconds. "Come home with us," I said and disappeared out the stall

When he got back to our seats, Armante had paid the bill, "You're coming back with us right" he said. Clarence looked at him confused. "Kida just suggested you come back with us for drinks". "Erm I'm a bit tired, might go home" he replied. "Oh come on. just one drink" I jumped in, "The night is still young", Clarence forced a smile and a nod "That's settled then," Armante said and began to head towards his car

"What the fuck Nakida" he whispered. I shrugged and giggled and rushed into the car. I was out of control.

The drive back home was silent as I stared out the side mirrors at Clarence's car behind us. Armante had kept asking if I was okay and honestly he was beginning to make me sick. When we pulled into our driveway, I quickly hopped out the car and ran upstairs, leaving Armante and Clarence to look after themselves. 

I poured myself a drink and then hopped in the shower. 5 minutes went by, then ten, then thirty until the drunken laughs faded and I assumed clarence had left. I stepped out of the shower and began to dry off in front of the mirror when I saw his reflection. Clarence was standing by the door. His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed and he reeked of alcohol. 

He staggered over to me and before I had the chance to speak he covered my mouth with his palm and bent me over. "What about Armante" I muffled, "Asleep," he said as pulled down his trousers. 

As he entered me from behind, he stared into my soul through the mirror. He put so much aggression into each thrust and every time I tried to hold him back he pushed my hands again and kept pounding till his face scrunched up in orgasmic relief. Then he silently pulled up his trousers and left.