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Sophie's Revenge Part 5
Date: 7/29/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Mercury23, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories
alone was the last thing I wanted right now, but there was only one person I wanted to be with. I reached the top of the stairs and stopped. "I think I'm going to go over to my parent's place tonight." "Really?" Jon replied. "That's a long drive. Why don't you leave it until tomorrow?" "No, I'm going tonight and I think I'm going to sleep over there," I said, feeling guilty for lying to him but also excited at the thought of spending the night with Rich. "In fact I might stay over for a couple of days." Jon looked shocked. "Are you serious?" "I'm sorry," I replied, "I just need some time to think." "Think about what?" Jon asked. I could feel the anger rising inside me. Was he serious? He'd been flirting with and sexting other girls and doing goodness knows what else behind my back and he wanted to know what I had to think about? I couldn't hold back. "About us!" I replied, incredulously. "About what you did. About what you've been doing for years." I was half expecting him to look guilty or ashamed but he just looked annoyed, like I was the one in the wrong. And I knew I was in the wrong, I knew that I had cheated on him, I had slept with his best friend behind his back but I also knew that up until the point I'd found out about the other girls I had loved him and I would never have even considered being with anyone else. And that thought made me sad. "But I thought that when you let me come back that everything was okay," Jon said, still looking annoyed. "Really?" I asked. ... "You thought that you could cheat on me, and that's what I consider it to be, cheating, and you just thought we'd be okay? What did you think? Did you think that tonight we'd just spend the evening together and then we'd spend all night making love? Well, I have to be honest, I wouldn't fuck you now if you were the last man on earth!" I turned, walking into our bedroom, slamming the door. As I stood with my back to the cool wood of the door I felt sad and a little ashamed. I've never been someone who swears, not even in an argument. Sure, on occasion, when I'd got caught up in an intense sex session I might have dropped a few F bombs, in fact I was pretty sure I had with Rich, but I didn't consider myself to have a nasty mouth. I shook my head, the thought of Rich washing away the anger which had boiled over inside of me. Stepping over to my laundry basket I pulled the tie on the back of my bikini top, allowing the small triangles of fabric to fall away from my breasts, feeling the weight of them as they became unsupported, and I thought of how, only a few minutes before, Rich had taken the weight of them in his strong hands as I used my mouth to make love to him. The thought turned my on and I dropped the top into the laundry basket. Bending over I pulled down my bikini bottoms, realizing they were still damp from the excitement of reading and responding to Rich's texts in the garden. Dropping them into the basket I ran my fingers over my vagina, not to play with myself but ...