1. Fidelity Ch 02


    Date: 1/27/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: timojen, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    “You daft cunt!” Mary is British and she curses like one. She’s also persistent. I invited her over when Matthew left. I didn’t know when, or if, he’d come back and I needed a friend. I didn’t mean to confess, but she caught on right away that something wasn’t kosher and she wouldn’t let it go. Regular Nancy Drew. “What were you thinking?” “I guess I wasn’t,” I said. “ Ballux, you always think,” she said. Ordinarily it would be a flattering thing to hear. And true. Now… “You did it for a reason.” So I told her. It felt good to tell someone, if I couldn’t tell Matthew. “Insecurity. You’re telling me you fucked up the relationship everyone is jealous of because… insecurity?” I nodded. “It sounds really dumb when you say it like that.” “You’re a daft cunt, Laura. A dumb daft...” “Okay!” That was the moment it all hit me. I’d fucked up the best thing in my life. Tears welled up, blinding me and I could feel the frown cracking my face. Mary’s anger with me didn’t stop her from comforting me. I cried in her arms. Sobbed, actually. Wracking, heaving, gut busting, shirt soaking sobs. When I’d settled down she asked the obvious question. “So he left?” “I don’t know. He got on the bike and left without a word about an hour ago. He’s over at Jack and Scott’s place.” “How do you know he’s at… wait, he caught you last night, but left at… ah, 3? What am I missing?” “Well,” I blushed, feeling shy about it all. Mary and I shared almost everything. Almost. “He kind of fucked my brains out.” ...
    “So… he liked it?” “I wouldn’t say that.” “Well, what would you say?” “He wuz pissed. Literally. He took it out on me, you know, with his cock,” I said. Mary’s open mouthed amazement made me want to brag. I rolled my eyes and blushed. “Then he made us breakfast and fucked my brains out all over the kitchen table. After, he made it clear he’s six kinds of mad, wouldn’t talk about it, then he left without a word.” “You lucky bitch.” “Lucky? He won’t talk to me and he’s over at Jack and Scott’s telling them what I’ve done.” How could I bear facing them after this? “They’ll think I’m the biggest slut.” “Oh, you poor, slutty baby.” She made a pouty face. “He didn’t kill you, or punch your lights out, or even pack up and leave. Did he?” “No.” He hadn’t. I was crying in her arms again, this time from relief. Maybe it would be okay. Mary alternated between comforting me and chastising me for the next few hours. She’s a good friend. The best. My snot and tears ruined her shirt. After she left, I went down for a hot soak in the tub and stayed there until I heard the garage door opening and the thump thump thump of Matthew’s sleek bike rolling in. I met him at the front door, dripping wet in my robe. He closed the door, looking down at me, all dressed in leather and obviously still angry. Christ, he was a beautiful man. “Can we talk?” His face froze, for a second making him look like a statue of a poker player, then he smirked. I could see a cruel glint in his eyes. “Not really... If I ...
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