I was just about to turn and walk away when the door swung open. Leo was standing there in a pair of jeans. In only a pair of jeans. “Lola?” He asked, tilting his head, his hand on the door.
“Are you just going to stand there and look at me or are you going to invite me in? It’s cold out here!” I complained before I forced my way inside the house. “Where are the folks?”
“They went on a mall trip. If I had to guess, they won’t be home until dinner time.” He explained, letting the door close with a soft thud.
“Aren’t you cold? Walking around without a shirt in the middle of winter?” I accused him as I unraveled my thick scarf.
“This is nothing. Try sleeping in a desert in the middle of the night. It gets so cold you have to check if your toes didn’t pop off.” He shrugged. “I guess I got used to it.” I eyed him suspiciously, noticing he had a new tattoo on his left peck. It was a quote written in an elegant cursive font that I couldn’t read without squinting my eyes, making it obvious. “Anyway, what brings you to my neighborhood?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in my direction.
I sat down on the sofa’s armrest, my hand on my knee. I felt awkward being alone with him in his parent’s house, but at the same time, my heartbeat was racing. I could feel my blood rushing through my veins like I was excited to be here. “I just dropped by to give you a friendly warning.” He cocked his head in question. “What you did the last time I was here, it can’t happen again. I’m with Jamie now.” I said, trying to keep my voice resolute even as my fingers shook. I didn’t dare to look him in the eye. My heart was beating so fast, I thought he would be able to hear it soon.
“Sure, sure. I understand.” He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Hey, do you mind coming upstairs with me? I want to show you something.”
I finally glanced up at him. He was looking straight at me with his intoxicating emerald eyes. Our eyes locked together and my heart skipped a beat. I was a fool for thinking I could ever stop loving this man. Slowly, I nodded in agreement and got up, following him to his bedroom.
Once there, he opened the top drawer of his dresser and pulled out a small, faded photograph. He looked at it before handing it over, his cheeks a light shade of pink. I was surprised to find a picture of myself. It was my senior portrait. I had worn my favorite purple sweater; a gift Leo had given me for my birthday. My hair was just as nappy as ever, but I had recently dyed the tips a soft shade of pink. “Why are you showing me this?” I asked, confused.
“I carried that with me in the breast pocket of my uniform. Every single day for 1,124 days.” He answered as he walked over to me. “Every single night, I would take it out and look at you, chiding myself for the awful mistake I made.”
“If you really felt that way, then why didn’t you send a letter? A postcard? Anything. You had plenty of opportunities to call, but you never did.” I snapped.
“Look, I know it was a mistake for me to ignore you, but can you really blame me? When I finally gathered the courage to try and talk to you, well, you were already with my brother. How do you think that made me feel?” He was even closer now. I could feel the heat of his body wrapping around me. My teeth locked together. I wanted to say something, but my mouth no longer worked. What was I supposed to say anyway? Apologize? Or continue to yell at him for leaving? Either way, they were both things I didn’t really want to do.
Suddenly, as I looked up at him, about to give the photo back, he was leaning down, his eyes closed, about to kiss me again. “Leo!” I shoved him away. “I already told you, I’m committed to Jaimie. Don’t make me repeat myself.” My hands lingered on his chest as we stood there, an arm’s length apart. I glanced at his tattoo, reading the words: “Doubt that the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move his aides, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.” I recognized the Shakespeare quote immediately. Hamlet. The crazed prince. What had made him get this tattoo in the army?
I stared at it, my fingertips tingled with energy against his chest. I gulped down, trying to forget it. I looked around the room, trying to find the words I needed to make this easier. “No matter the feelings we have for each other, it’s just not fair to Jaimie to go behind his back like this. Besides, you left me. You can’t even blame me for moving on.”
Leo sighed, his eyes growing heavy. “I was a fool for leaving. I never should’ve let you go. Never. But, I didn’t think you’d go for my brother. And that hurts.”
“I never meant to hurt you!” I lied with ease.
“And I never meant to hurt you.” He countered.
“Then why did you leave?”
“I just had to, okay? It was something I had to do. I had to do something with my life. Be a part of something bigger.” Leo said with a voice husky.
“Bigger? Being a part of my life wasn’t enough, was it?” I said, bitterly.
“No… it was. But I wanted more.”
“That’s what everyone says. Whatever.” I rolled my eyes about to walk away when he pulled me back, his hands on my shoulders. Before I could even react, our lips collided together. I wanted to pull away, I really did, but his lips were just too sweet. I don’t know what came over me because I was suddenly kissing him back. Our lips melded together, just like when we first dated, when the passion still burned within us like a raging fire. I was pinned to his body, our hips locked together. My heart skipped a beat as I felt his already hardening cock pressing against my belly. I gulped, realizing the implications, but I still couldn’t pull away from the kiss.
Instead, my mind focused on his body. He had packed on quite a few pounds of muscle in the army. His body felt rock-hard and chiseled. As we continued kissing, it felt like I was making out with some sort of Adonis figure. It didn’t even seem like this man was human. The way he affected my body made him seem like some sort of a god. Was I already wet? I could feel a heat radiating from my pussy as I pictured him plunging inside of me, just like he had only a few years ago. God, I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking bad, no matter what I tried to do to convince myself otherwise.
Before I knew what was happening, he pushed me on the bed. My legs wrapped around his waist, my nails running up and down his back, decorating it with soft scratch lines. I was so wound up at this point that I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop what was about to happen. My hormones flooded my body. My head swam with thoughts… Very naughty thoughts. I had already undressed him in my mind, wondering how much he truly had changed since high school. I bit the inside of my lip, wondering if he still had that oh-so-sexy V.
Leo kissed me again, this time with a hungry passion. His lips nearly devoured mine as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I sucked on his bottom lip and pulled away as my heart hammered in my chest. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I couldn’t believe I was cheating on Jaimie, but at the same time, I wanted this. It felt so good, I couldn’t force myself to stop.
I parted my lips and let him in. I had lost any and all control at this point. My mind was overwhelmed by old memories of our love and I didn’t even try to stop what had just begun.
His hands roamed my body, reaching into my pants. I shuddered as his fingers snuck under my panties, his fingers grazing against my sensitive clit. I bucked my hips into the air, moaning softly as he flicked it back and forth. Grinning, he pinched it between his fingers, making me howl. “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I play with your pussy?” His smirk deepened as he rubbed it faster and harder. I could feel my juices soaking through the panties I still had on.
He finally pulled his fingers away and grinned. “Look how wet you are…” There was a thin, sticky line of pussy juice between his thumb and forefinger. “Your panties are soaking wet… we should probably get them off you.” He winked. He leaned down and kissed my neck as his fingers tugged on the waistband of my panties, slowly shimmying them down my hips, inch by inch. “I knew you still lusted after me… I could see it in your eyes. The way you looked at me. I knew Jaimie could never sati
sfy you the way I could.” He nibbled on my earlobe, gently tugging on it with his teeth. I shuddered and pulled him closer. Suddenly, with one flick of his wrist, he ripped my panties right off my body and threw them across the room. They landed on his nightstand, hanging off the corner of the open drawer. “You know, I do prefer them over there rather than on you.” He lifted my skirt and gently blew on my pussy. I moaned loudly and pushed my hips into the air. He chuckled and grabbed my hips. “Good to know that old trick still gets you going.”
With my legs now wrapped around his waist, he pushed one of his fingers inside of me. My pussy tightened around him hard. I bit my lip to keep from moaning as my back arched with pleasure. “Relax, baby.” He whispered, reminding me of my vivid dream. He pumped his finger in and out of me, twisting it at the same time. I looked up at the ceiling, my fingers curling around the bed sheet as my pleasure increased.
He pulled out his finger with a plop. “So wet…” He commented before he leaned down and ran his tongue along my pussy, lapping up the flow of juices. “And so sweet…” He said, his face glistening before he went back down for seconds, his tongue venturing deep inside of me. He twisted and moved it all around, driving me insane. I screamed his name louder and louder.
“Fuck!” I screamed, grabbing hold of his hair and pulling him even closer until his nose pressed against my mound. “Don’t stop.” Just to tease me, however, he pulled his tongue away and flicked it against my pussy. As he flicked it back and forth, he shoved two of his fingers back inside my pussy. My eyes widened and I yelped, my lips turning into a perfect little o. “Leo… please… I need you.” Before I knew it, there was a third finger pushing against my entrance. “I can’t… you can’t keep teasing me… I’ll go insane.” I begged. Still, he pushed the tip of his third finger against me until all three of them wiggled around, caressing my velvet insides. I screamed his name, getting desperate. I didn’t want his fingers. I wanted him. The big, thick cock I knew he was hiding inside of his pants.
There was a burning inside my soul that I knew wouldn’t go away until I had him. I tore away at his clothes, tossing them onto the floor before I rolled over, straddling him.
“You still look just as beautiful as I remember…” He whispered, his hands crept under my shirt, fondling my large breasts. He grabbed them through my bra before he pulled down the cups, letting my tits spill over. He playfully pinched my nipples before he finally took off my shirt and sat up, taking the hard nubs into his mouth and sucking on them hungrily. I held back a moan as I pressed myself against him.
He groaned, feeling my tiny little pussy pressing against him. I ground my hips until his engorged head touched my entrance. I glanced down at his considerable length, admiring how smooth he really was. I ran my fingertips along his cock and grinned. “You still shave I see,” I commented, squeezing it between my fingers, making him groan. I reached down, grabbing his balls and fondling them. As I teased him, I remembered all the times I had taken him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around him until I created a vacuum, going harder and harder until he rammed into the back of my throat. He would just force himself further and further down until he cried out in pleasure. As my memories became more vivid, I leaned down and kissed him, melting into his sweet lips.
Finally, he thrust his hips upwards and penetrated me. I dug my nails into his shoulders and screamed out, feeling him stuff every inch of me. He was big. Bigger than I remembered. His smooth cock slid inside of me until his balls cradled my ass. I arched my back and held my breath before I started to ride him slowly, letting my ass bounce every time. His eyes were locked on my body as my tits bounced up and down with my every movement. Our bodies rocked together in perfect sync as our moans got louder and louder. My fingernails dug into his skin before he flipped us over and fucked me for all he was worth. Our hips slammed together as the bed shook, nearly collapsing with our lust. It wouldn’t stop creaking as he went harder and harder, his hands on my shoulders, pinning me down as he rammed into me faster and faster.
My toes curled and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Fuck! Leo!” I screamed out his name, my vision blurring before I finally climbed over the edge.
Chapter 6
I don’t even remember how I left the house after that. Had Leo fallen asleep? Had I tip-toed down the stairs in a walk of shame? Did I face his parents with that same embarrassed look I used to give them when I was in high school? I honestly don’t know. I just blocked it all out. Deleted it all from my memory the moment I rolled out of his bed.
All I do know is that once I got to the car, the guilt hit me like a wrecking ball. I felt dirty. Had I really just cheated on Jaimie – a man I loved? I sat there, my forehead on the steering wheel. I should have driven away right then and there, but I couldn’t. I felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach bubbled with bile and I had to do everything I could to hold back being sick. My fingers tightened on the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turned white.
Eventually, I managed to start the car and drive away. Leo was just coming out of the house as I drove down the street, my vision blurry from the tears that threatened to escape. Why had I cheated on Jaimie? Why did I have to go and ruin a good thing? Especially with Leo? The man who left me without even saying goodbye. But as much as I wanted to hate him – I couldn’t. Deep down, I knew I loved him, just like I loved Jaimie. “Fuck me.” I slammed my hand down on the dashboard and the radio started.
It was another stupid love song. I tried to turn it off, but the radio wouldn’t obey. I growled. “What’s the point? I’m just going to break both their hearts…” I whispered to myself. “I fucked everything up… Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.”
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I couldn’t bring myself to tell Jaimie for a couple of days. I avoided him as best I could. I went to the mall more often. I spent more time with Marsha. I did everything I could to avoid him until I knew I couldn’t postpone any longer.
I got back at the apartment after a day of idly walking through the mall. I took as long as possible to get up the stairs. I knew Jaimie was home. I could hear his voice from the open window, talking to Buster, asking him to sit and roll over. Jaimie always opened the windows when I wasn’t home. That’s why it was always so cold in the apartment. That and the broken thermostat.
I pulled my scarf tight around me like it could turn me invisible or something. Finally, I trudged up the stairs and opened the door. “Babe, is that you?”
I didn’t answer. I just shuffled into the kitchen, feeling like a zombie. I shrugged off my coat and placed it on the back of a chair. Lingering by the sink, I wonder if I wasn’t going to vomit my lunch after all.
“Babe?” He peeked his head into the kitchen. Still, I didn’t answer him. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close and nuzzling my neck affectionately. “Is something wrong?” He asked, feeling how tense my body was.
Slowly, I turned around. I refused to look him in the eye. If I did, I would never be able to tell him the truth. I played with his shirt, twisting the black material between my fingers. “I have to tell you something… but I don’t want to hurt you…” I could feel my voice crackling and if I didn’t tell him soon, my throat would close and I would never admit my mistake.
“What is it?” He asked, tilting my chin up so I would look at him. I focused on his sharp nose. His kissable lips. Anything but his eyes.
I gulped. “I…”
“Babe… just tell me.” He encouraged, squeezing my shoulders.
“I… I slept with Leo.” I spat it out as quick as I could, feeling like a monster the moment I said it. My fists were clutched around his shirt, keeping him close to me. I didn’t want him to leave, even though I knew I had just broken his heart. I closed my eyes, expecting him to explode, but all I heard was the silence settling around us. I didn’t open my eyes until I heard the soft padding of Buster’s footsteps in the kitchen, followed by him lapping some water from his bowl. Cautiously, I opened on
e eye and peeked at him. “Aren’t you going to say something? Aren’t you going to yell at me?” I asked, half-wanting him to. After all, I deserved it.
Jaimie sighed, running his fingers through his thick hair. “Leo already told me.” My eyes grew wide and I feared the worst. My heart started to pound in my chest so hard. What had Leo said? What was Jaimie going to say? Why did he look so calm in a situation like this? “He told me everything and I think we should all sit down and have a talk.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“This is never going to work out unless all three of us sit down and talk to each other like civilized human beings.” He said, sounding mature. “I don’t want to do it. Trust me, I don’t.” He chuckled softly. “A part of me wishes that Leo was still overseas and I didn’t have to fight with him over my girlfriend. But he’s back and now we all have to face the facts.” I stared at him. I couldn’t believe what he was saying. Jaimie sounded like he had put so much thought into this like he had contemplated it even before Leo called. Almost as if he had expected it. And maybe he had.
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