When We Slumber

5 | Cleanse And Clear

In a few days, Timothy was returning from the Caribbean. He was coming back with his girlfriend and they would spend a few days with me before going to his house. This meant I had to stock up on extra food. I drove my trolley through the isles at the supermarket, picking up random food. As I turned onto the canned goods aisle, I came face to face with Kandy. I contemplated swerving back but it was too late as she already saw me.

"Lucas!" She exclaimed.

"It's good to see you, I guess." Truly it wasn't, for I hoped I'd never see her again. I wished the floor would open up and suck me in but it didn't. The awkwardness was far too much and the love I had for her was slowly turning into something that much seemed like hatred and disgust.

"Look, I'm sorry about how things turned out." She inched closer to me.

Suddenly, I felt rooted to the square of the white tile beneath my feet. "Oh, uh..." I stuttered. I didn't know what to say. I needed to hear it but I didn't believe it. If she was truly sorry she would have chased after me that night. "It's no big deal. I moved on," I lied.

"With who," She grinned as if she knew I was lying straight through my teeth. "You're li-"

"With me," A voice behind me cut Kandy off.

I turned to find Liyla smirking at Kandy. I was thankful she came to my rescue, for God knows what a fool I would've made of myself. Liyla stood beside me and I put a hand around her neck and pulled her closer.

"Oh, I thought..." Kandy didn't bother to finish her statement. Instead, she stomped away with her face as red as a ripened tomato.

"Thanks, you didn't have to."

"Sure I did, you seemed very uncomfortable," Liyla laughed. "You are my neighbor after all." With that, she walked away.

After I finished shopping, I headed back home. The house felt big and lonely and not like home anymore. The more I tried to take my mind off of Kandy, the more I remembered her. Her strong cologne still lingered in my bedroom and I changed the bedsheets a million times but each one still held memories of her. It suddenly felt like all the times we made love it was just me. While I was giving her all of me she was greedily taking it and then giving all of herself to someone else.

Timothy was right. I was a fool to love her. I was even a bigger fool to think she loved me back. It all made sense now, why she never said she loved me. Every time I asked her she would laugh and say I know she does, but she never did. It was all a lie. By ten o'clock in the night, sad memories drove me straight to the bar. Plenty of women flirted with me, but none could kiss away the taste of Kandy. Even the hard liquor that stung my throat didn't do much to rid my thoughts of her anymore. I wasn't one to hook up with a one-night stand, but it worked for many other people and If the liquor wouldn't do it, I had to find someone who could flush Kandy out of my system for good.

"Can I keep your company?" A slender young woman asked. She sat on the stool next to me and took a sip from my glass. She seemed pretty,  but I couldn't truly tell since her makeup masked her true face. "You must be really lonely to be drinking this," She joked. She had her long red hair up into a ponytail that revealed her bony, blushed cheeks. 

"If you're keeping my company then I won't be lonely, right?" I tried to flirt with the redhead, but the words tasted bitter coming off of my tongue. I wasn't attracted to her, not even in the slightest. Still, I forced myself to like the way she clung to my side as we shuffled out of the bar.  We took a taxi to my house and the second the door slammed behind us, the redhead attached her lips to mine.

Surely, it was a nice enough kiss, but it was too chaste for my liking. Her lips were drier than I would've liked and she barely had breasts for me to fiddle with. We wobbled to the sofa where she straddled me. She wore a skimpy black dress that barely covered her ass. It was so tight, her small breasts were suffocating. With ease, I pulled the dress over her head. Her bare skin glowed beneath the floor lamp that stretched over us. From this angle, her skin made itself to be her best feature, clear and smooth as silk.

"Let me pleasure you first," She said.

I sat back as she retraced every part of my body Kandy once would. Although her touch burned my skin and my hands revolted against every grab, grip, and strike against her ass, I forced them to enjoy it. "Good girl." A groan escaped my lips as she slid down onto me. Every moan that escaped her lips entered my ears like a sharp blade slicing away every remaining piece of memory of Kandy that clung to me.

"Oh! Oh! Yes!" The moans of the redhead floated in every corner of my house. It was like frankincense burning away every last speck of the callous woman called Kandy.

"Oh." Each drop of my cum was like holy water splashed onto the floor. I was no longer held back, tired down, or in bondage by a love that only existed in me. "Thank you," I told her.

"I assumed you needed a release as much as I did." She climbed off my lap and sat on the sofa next to me. "I was right."

I gave her a polite smile and offered to take her home, but she refused with the excuse that she already had a friend to pick her up.

"She'll be here in fifteen minutes."

"Oh, okay." I was glad she didn't want to stay because I didn't want her to get attached to me. Not that she wasn't a nice girl but I needed to breathe and be free again. "My bathroom is upstairs, you can freshen up."

"Thanks."

As soon as the redhead left I retired to the guestroom. I no longer wanted to sleep in my own bed. It didn't feel comfortable anymore and I couldn't do anything about it. I dosed with the scent of another woman on me. For once, I wasn't stifled by the smell of Kandy all over my house. I was starting to forget her and it felt good.