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~Patrick~
I woke up hungry. I didn't want to get out of bed, but I did anyway so I could get breakfast ready for me and Pete.
I shuffled down the hallway in nothing but my underwear to see if Pete was still in bed. He wasn't so I assumed he fell asleep on the couch.
So I went down stairs and went right past the living room to the kitchen. I pulled out the egg carton from the fridge and called out, “Hey, babe, how do you want your eggs cooked?”
When I didn't get an answer, I went into the living room and saw something that I didn't want to see.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Pete woke up and saw me standing over him and Ryan. “Patrick, what are you doing up so early?”
“That's not important right now. What I want to know is why in the hell are you screwing with Ryan?”
Pete looked down at his hands and said, “Look, he just came by.... he only wanted to talk and one thing led to another and..... I'm sorry.”
I looked at him in pure disgust. “Your sorry? Are you really? Are you sorry that you toyed with my emotions and then crushed them?!”
I turned away, not wanting to look at him. “Just get out, I don't want you living here anymore.”
“This is my house too, you know!” Pete screamed at him.
“Well, your the one who screwed up. Litterally. You have 20 minutes to pack up your shit and leave."
I went back up to my room and put on some clothes.
As I was about to walk out the door, Pete stopped me and said, “Where in the hell do you think you're going?”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don't know.”
I drove around in my car for awhile trying to think of a place to go. What I really needed was someone to talk to and someone who will just listen.
I thought for a moment and smiled. I knew who I could call.
When I walked into the club, my lungs instantly filled with smoke. I coughed and found a place to sit at the bar. Five minutes later, she arrived.
“Hey Natasha. How are you?” I said as I stood up.
She smiled and gave me a hug. “I'm fine, but I believe we are talking about your problems, not mine.
Her big hazel eyes fixated on me as she listened to my story of what happened. She was such a good listener and she didn't inturrupt even once. A big change from Pete.
As we talked, we downed more beers and when we got down to our fifth, she pulled me up and asked me to dance.
I stumbled after her as she pulled my hand saying, “Bu-but, I can't dance very well. I'll just embarrass you.”
She laughed and said, “It doesn't matter as long as you try.”
When we got to the dance floor, she turned her back to me and put my hands on her hips. As we grinded, I became more aware of her ass rubbing up against my member. I placed kisses on her neck as we danced. She turned around and kissed me full on the lips. Her mouth tasted of a mixture of alchohol and spearmint. And I loved it.
As things started to get hot and heavy, she stopped and motioned me outside. I followed her and we got in her car. I wondered where and why we were going, but I figured it out when we pulled up into her driveway. When we got inside the house, we quickly ran upstairs to her bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, then continued kissing me.
She soon started to pull off my shirt and then shortly after, took of hers. When I took off her bra, I kissed each breast, then put her left nipple in my mouth. She moaned in pleasure.
She soon removed my pants and boxers, revealing my hardness. I helped her out of her skirt and slipped off her underwear. I turned her on her back and she moaned when I entered her. I moved slowly at first, but then quickened my pace making her moan, “Oh, fuck, Patrick.”
Her hips grooved with me, making me reach my orgasm. Shortly afterwards, she let out a loud moan telling me she reached hers too. I collapsed on top of her and we breathed heavy for awhile until we fell asleep.
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Thanks to all that have been reading, please comment so I know how I'm doing!
I woke up hungry. I didn't want to get out of bed, but I did anyway so I could get breakfast ready for me and Pete.
I shuffled down the hallway in nothing but my underwear to see if Pete was still in bed. He wasn't so I assumed he fell asleep on the couch.
So I went down stairs and went right past the living room to the kitchen. I pulled out the egg carton from the fridge and called out, “Hey, babe, how do you want your eggs cooked?”
When I didn't get an answer, I went into the living room and saw something that I didn't want to see.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Pete woke up and saw me standing over him and Ryan. “Patrick, what are you doing up so early?”
“That's not important right now. What I want to know is why in the hell are you screwing with Ryan?”
Pete looked down at his hands and said, “Look, he just came by.... he only wanted to talk and one thing led to another and..... I'm sorry.”
I looked at him in pure disgust. “Your sorry? Are you really? Are you sorry that you toyed with my emotions and then crushed them?!”
I turned away, not wanting to look at him. “Just get out, I don't want you living here anymore.”
“This is my house too, you know!” Pete screamed at him.
“Well, your the one who screwed up. Litterally. You have 20 minutes to pack up your shit and leave."
I went back up to my room and put on some clothes.
As I was about to walk out the door, Pete stopped me and said, “Where in the hell do you think you're going?”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don't know.”
I drove around in my car for awhile trying to think of a place to go. What I really needed was someone to talk to and someone who will just listen.
I thought for a moment and smiled. I knew who I could call.
When I walked into the club, my lungs instantly filled with smoke. I coughed and found a place to sit at the bar. Five minutes later, she arrived.
“Hey Natasha. How are you?” I said as I stood up.
She smiled and gave me a hug. “I'm fine, but I believe we are talking about your problems, not mine.
Her big hazel eyes fixated on me as she listened to my story of what happened. She was such a good listener and she didn't inturrupt even once. A big change from Pete.
As we talked, we downed more beers and when we got down to our fifth, she pulled me up and asked me to dance.
I stumbled after her as she pulled my hand saying, “Bu-but, I can't dance very well. I'll just embarrass you.”
She laughed and said, “It doesn't matter as long as you try.”
When we got to the dance floor, she turned her back to me and put my hands on her hips. As we grinded, I became more aware of her ass rubbing up against my member. I placed kisses on her neck as we danced. She turned around and kissed me full on the lips. Her mouth tasted of a mixture of alchohol and spearmint. And I loved it.
As things started to get hot and heavy, she stopped and motioned me outside. I followed her and we got in her car. I wondered where and why we were going, but I figured it out when we pulled up into her driveway. When we got inside the house, we quickly ran upstairs to her bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, then continued kissing me.
She soon started to pull off my shirt and then shortly after, took of hers. When I took off her bra, I kissed each breast, then put her left nipple in my mouth. She moaned in pleasure.
She soon removed my pants and boxers, revealing my hardness. I helped her out of her skirt and slipped off her underwear. I turned her on her back and she moaned when I entered her. I moved slowly at first, but then quickened my pace making her moan, “Oh, fuck, Patrick.”
Her hips grooved with me, making me reach my orgasm. Shortly afterwards, she let out a loud moan telling me she reached hers too. I collapsed on top of her and we breathed heavy for awhile until we fell asleep.
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Thanks to all that have been reading, please comment so I know how I'm doing!
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