The End of a Saga
NOTE: This is not a short story. It is, however, a story, based in fact, about me. Enjoy it, because where you’re concerned, it is how the second chapter in my inevitable autobiography - The Women Who’ve Said “No” to Me (and things I put inside them) - will end.
The lies became old and obvious and on that night when she had started to blow me off and go ghost with the texting after already making plans for me to come over and fuck her silly - I had bought a bottle of Jack per her request that she was to reimburse me for - … well, my suspicions were inevitable. She’d lied to me before, she’d broke my heart a year before this incident, and now she was playing me as though she thought she was more clever than I.
A note to my readers: I’m excellent at reading people and I can usually smell bullshit before it leaves a liar’s mouth. This little girl didn’t even make it hard, I was just used to being polite with her.
Note: Don’t let yourself be anybody’s bitch.
No, at this point I’m fed up. I know she’s blowing me off and I know she’s doing something with someone else in the house she’s watching where I’m supposed to be fucking her. So on my way home, AFTER buying the Jack, I decide I’ll drive by and get a look at the car of the person “filling in” for me. Needless to say, there’s a car parked behind hers as I drive by and I can’t help but smile. I’d told her before that there’d be consequences for stepping out of line and lying to me. I let her do it for too long.
The next day (today, for all you tumblrs) I show up at the same house after she invites me over. I come in with the bottle of Jack, get my money from her, and act like I don’t know anything.
She worked all morning and she’s tired but I act all cute and cuddle up to her in the bed and ask her about her day and ask her how “yesterday” was. Her dad took her to his friend’s place for a birthday party where she went swimming. Then she came home and allegedly just crashed. She said she came home late. She said she went to bed. Haha… we know better, don’t we?
My hands are around her and slowly move up to play with her breasts - and they really are great tits. Not big. Not small. Perfect shape and perfect nipples - while my teeth start nibbling at her earlobe. I tweak a nipple and slide my tongue in her ear and she moans. A moment or two later and she’s laying there topless and in her panties while I lick her inner thigh. She moans as I tease her and my hand goes around her throat.
Her panties are soaked.
I lick her neck and put my tongue in her mouth and she’s BEGGING me to fuck her. To drive to get a condom (I didn’t bring one with on purpose) so I can give her a proper dicking. I smile at how horny I’ve made her and I start to travel down south. Her panties are gone and I get my tongue flicking at her wet pussy. A little more meat dangling out than I normally care to see, but she was really tight and honestly, if it ain’t growling and showing fangs, I don’t mind.
She’s gone now. That soft voice? The one they all use when they NEED you inside of them? She’s using it and moaning and quivering with anticipation.
I move up to her ear and whisper “What do you want? You want me to fuck you?”
“Haha… who was over last night?”
“No-one.” She says it with conviction despite her itch for ecstasy. I can still hear the lie, though. I’ve heard it before. Even in text form, I can tell, but god forbid I HEAR the lie, especially if it pertains to me. Hoho…bitch. You have some balls.
“You sure about that?” my fingers slowly massaging her clitoris now to distract her even more.
JESUS CHRIST. Haha, the gall. THE GALL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
“Really? So, uh… who drives the red Hyundai?”
“Uh… mmm…” that’s right, hun. Think. Think of something good. That’ll save you now after that “Uhm.”
I crawl off of her and leave her naked as I put my watch on and get my Ray-Bans from the kitchen. She tells me some guy was over and that they just smoked and nothing happened, but she’s lied before about two other guys and I’ve already warned her. Multiple times. She’s lucky I didn’t tie her naked to that bed and leave her for her mother to find. She’s lucky a shred of me still cares enough about her to not snatch that $40 dollar weed bowl (I got it for her when we dated after a fight) out of her purse and smash it under that bottle of Jack I just brought.
Her defense is “we aren’t a couple!”
And I’m not a toy in your drawer you can pull out when the other ones get boring, sugar-tits.
So that’s it. The end of a 4 year long saga. “Underage Cleavage Girl” and I had our time. Most of it was me trying to show a sweet girl from a broken home that there are people out there who can genuinely give a fuck and treat you well. She abused that and she got the impression that I’m a convenience item.
Fuck you, you immature little slut. Enjoy the vacancy. You left me three times but in the end it’s me, the guy who cared more about you than anyone else, giving up on and getting rid of you. You were a consolation prize at best and a desperate attempt for me to fill a void in myself left by a woman far superior to you.
I wash my hands of it all.
NOTE ON THE AUTHOR: I don’t fuck cum dumpsters, and I definitely don’t fuck anyone dumb enough to disrespect me and lie to me. I don’t expect virginity, but I don’t share my things well.