Despite everything she said, she’s surely going to show mercy on Christmas.
“Gabby… I’m really hurting. It really hurts. Please.Pleaselet me come please.”
“No. I mean you could if you want to but if I find out that you did or you did anything else to make you come I'm gone. Not that I'd ever get back with you, but I was thinking at the very least we could be friends and maybe do stuff like this again. I don't need you Link so I'll have no problem cutting you out of my life. I did it once and I can do it again,” she finishes, putting on her pajama top and bottom.
A hollow sadness starts taking over me.
“But if coming so badly is most important to you, then by all means go ahead just know that I'll be gone from your life forever,and I'll get with a man who does have more self-control than you do.”
I want so badly to tell hergood luck with that.Good luck finding a man who's going to stave off coming. But I know I'd lose that argument. Furthermore, therearefaithful men out there. I used to believe I was one of them.
I wonder if she's been with anyone to that degree. And even if she was… could I blame her?
Standing up, I head to the bathroom. Trying to pee like this, with this hard of an erection, is extremely difficult, painstaking even.
After I climb back into bed, I release a sigh of discomfort. The pain has reached unendurable levels.
“Did you jerk off?” Gabrielle asks.
“No,” I answer, not hiding the monotonous drawl of dispiritedness in my voice. I feel so lonely right now.
“So what do you want to do? Do you want to wait? Is that too hard for you or do you want your girlfriend to take care of it for you? Because you could come right now.”
“But you'd leave right?” I ask dolefully, still staring up at the ceiling, my dick still hard, still producing its gentle waterfall of pre-ejaculate. Doesn’t make any sense to change my boxers. They’re just going to get wet again.
“Yes I would. But hey at least you'd get to come again and it would probably be a fat nut right?” she giggles.
She's having fun denigrating me.
Breathing in deep, I close my eyes, caving to the sadness. “Then I'll wait.”
“For what?”
“For whatever,” I relent, sounding tired.
“Even if that means you're going to have blue balls for a long time?”
“How long are we talking?”
“It doesn't matter,” Gabby snaps.
The man part of me wants to turn her over and just shove my dick inside her. She liked being handled roughly and for all I know this could be another test, wondering if I'll do it. But with everything that happened between us, I have a feeling that wouldn't be a good move with her.
“You realize I might end up coming in my sleep right?”
“You better not. And if you do you have to tell me.”
“Babe you know we've played this game several times and when we went too far I ended up busting in my sleep. I can't help that.”
“Well you better help it.”
“So you mean to tell me if I busted in my sleep against my will because I'm pent up and my body has to get rid of it somehow, that you're still going to leave?”
“Yep,” Gabby says simply.
She can’t be serious.
“Are you actually joking right now? Because I can't tell.”
