Chapter 1
My friend Ian asked me to hang out with him at a bar after work because he thought my breakup with my girlfriend Ann had taken a toll on me. It’s true I had dated Ann since high school and she was my one and only girl. We made plans to marry after I received my raise.
Ann said it was important to get my finances in order before we could marry, and then we can have comfortable life together. Which appeared to be a good idea for twenty something adults who had college debt, she had plenty, but I had none. I worked the entire time I attended college and when I graduated, I was debt free, except for the large diamond I splurged on for Ann who demanded that she had something respectable to rival her friend’s enormous rock.
I took a look at the rock her friend Page sported and I thought, she must be doing something special in bed to deserve a ring that expensive. Maybe if I present Ann with one like that I can get something special too.
So I went to work at this firm, took out of town assignments for extra cash to pay for the ring, and saved my money to buy Ann a large home and a new red sport’s car. But just like that, my world came tumbling down, and it was turned upside down one night.
I returned to my apartment unexpected, tired and exhausted from the work load, and a delay in my flight plans.
I volunteered for assignments others didn’t want to make extra money to give Ann what she expected. We had been living together for a year, but when I told my friends that we had sex only once in that time, they fell on the floor laughing. I never went to a bar or partied like my friends and even though I wasn’t interested in a night out, I never prevented Ann from going out and having a good time with her girlfriends, which she took advantage of and would disappear on Saturday nights and return on Sunday’s but sometimes for days. Besides, I had reports to get out and I never had time for much. I was busy building a future for us.
After waiting for hours for a flight to New York because of a snow delay, I decided to return home get some sleep and try again on a different day. I opened the door to our small apartment, tired and exhausted I glanced around for Ann.
I spotted a pair of men’s shoes setting neatly at the door. I knew they weren’t mine because I hadn’t bought shoes in years and my feet were a size ten and a half. Those shoes were an eleven or twelve if not larger, and looking at the shine on the shoes and the expensive Italian leather they definitely belonged to someone else. I could never spend that kind of money on shoes because I had to save every penny for a wedding.
Then glancing at a trail of a black thong with lace and a black matching bra laying at the foot of the stairs I became curious and followed the yellow brick road. I remembered thinking that I’ve never seen Ann wear black underwear. I ambled up the stairs thinking, whenever I’ve seen her she has on an old pair of panties with a hole in it to match the hole in her dingy tee shirt.
I wished that it was a guest but somehow in my broken heart I knew better. “Well I’d better get this over with,” I murmured to myself.
I followed the sound of groans and moans until the sounds of moaning and groaning turned into “Yes. Yes. Fill me up. Put it inside of me. I can’t wait. More. I want more,” all this coming from Ann who never said a word when I put it in her, except “You’re doing this all wrong.”
I asked her what I could possibly do wrong.
My mind tried to tell me that she was in pain, and that when I walk into the room, she would perhaps have the television on one of the X rated channels, but it was the pain of him teasing her before he put it in her.
When I threw the door open, there was Ann lying with her legs open and a guy who was the complete opposite of me, dark hair, muscles bulging, probably a jock, lying between her legs doing things I had asked Ann if she wanted, but she heatedly refused.
She
My friend Ian asked me to hang out with him at a bar after work because he thought my breakup with my girlfriend Ann had taken a toll on me. It’s true I had dated Ann since high school and she was my one and only girl. We made plans to marry after I received my raise.
Ann said it was important to get my finances in order before we could marry, and then we can have comfortable life together. Which appeared to be a good idea for twenty something adults who had college debt, she had plenty, but I had none. I worked the entire time I attended college and when I graduated, I was debt free, except for the large diamond I splurged on for Ann who demanded that she had something respectable to rival her friend’s enormous rock.
I took a look at the rock her friend Page sported and I thought, she must be doing something special in bed to deserve a ring that expensive. Maybe if I present Ann with one like that I can get something special too.
So I went to work at this firm, took out of town assignments for extra cash to pay for the ring, and saved my money to buy Ann a large home and a new red sport’s car. But just like that, my world came tumbling down, and it was turned upside down one night.
I returned to my apartment unexpected, tired and exhausted from the work load, and a delay in my flight plans.
I volunteered for assignments others didn’t want to make extra money to give Ann what she expected. We had been living together for a year, but when I told my friends that we had sex only once in that time, they fell on the floor laughing. I never went to a bar or partied like my friends and even though I wasn’t interested in a night out, I never prevented Ann from going out and having a good time with her girlfriends, which she took advantage of and would disappear on Saturday nights and return on Sunday’s but sometimes for days. Besides, I had reports to get out and I never had time for much. I was busy building a future for us.
After waiting for hours for a flight to New York because of a snow delay, I decided to return home get some sleep and try again on a different day. I opened the door to our small apartment, tired and exhausted I glanced around for Ann.
I spotted a pair of men’s shoes setting neatly at the door. I knew they weren’t mine because I hadn’t bought shoes in years and my feet were a size ten and a half. Those shoes were an eleven or twelve if not larger, and looking at the shine on the shoes and the expensive Italian leather they definitely belonged to someone else. I could never spend that kind of money on shoes because I had to save every penny for a wedding.
Then glancing at a trail of a black thong with lace and a black matching bra laying at the foot of the stairs I became curious and followed the yellow brick road. I remembered thinking that I’ve never seen Ann wear black underwear. I ambled up the stairs thinking, whenever I’ve seen her she has on an old pair of panties with a hole in it to match the hole in her dingy tee shirt.
I wished that it was a guest but somehow in my broken heart I knew better. “Well I’d better get this over with,” I murmured to myself.
I followed the sound of groans and moans until the sounds of moaning and groaning turned into “Yes. Yes. Fill me up. Put it inside of me. I can’t wait. More. I want more,” all this coming from Ann who never said a word when I put it in her, except “You’re doing this all wrong.”
I asked her what I could possibly do wrong.
My mind tried to tell me that she was in pain, and that when I walk into the room, she would perhaps have the television on one of the X rated channels, but it was the pain of him teasing her before he put it in her.
When I threw the door open, there was Ann lying with her legs open and a guy who was the complete opposite of me, dark hair, muscles bulging, probably a jock, lying between her legs doing things I had asked Ann if she wanted, but she heatedly refused.
She
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