“Prue, what the fuck is going on?” Her ex stands at the end of the row we are in. He is fuming, and it makes me even more determined to get her phone number. Can’t leave her to fend for herself against the bastard. Especially after causing this scene.
“Listen, dick, you might not want to come any closer,” I snap at him.
“And why is that?” He smiles smugly. “You think I won’t press charges if you lay a finger on me? I got better lawyers than some loser guitar player.”
“I think I’d pay good money to get my hands on you,” I reply, turning back to Prue. “Number. Please.” I tap her notebook again.
She studies me and I meet her eyes straight on. I can feel movement behind me. Pretty sure her ex is coming closer despite my warning. What an idiot.
I wouldn’t mind beating his ass, but I’d rather not end up in prison. He seems to be aware of who I am. His threat of having better lawyers is meaningless when he’d have witnesses to prove what I did was not warranted.
“What the fuck is going on here, Prue? Have you been screwing him this whole time?”
“No,” she replies loudly, but I don’t think it’s to his question. “I’m not giving you my number, but I will take yours.” She holds her pen out to me. “And if you’re lucky, I’ll call you.”
Behind me her ex makes some comment, but I ignore it for the sake of not ending up in prison for beating his ass. Instead, I grab the pen from her hand, bending forward to scribble my number in her notebook.
“You have two days to call me before I come and hunt you down. And Prue, you don’t want me to have to hunt you.”
“And why is that?” she asks with a smile.
“Because if you thought this was a scene, you have no idea what I’m capable when left waiting for too long.” I smirk, backing up. I purposely make a point of bumping into her ex behind me. “And you,” I say, without even facing him, “better keep your distance. You don’t want to find out what I do to pieces of shit like you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No. That’s not a threat at all.” I smile, squeezing past him. I climb up the stairs toward the door I entered, just as security enters the room from below.
Ducking into the hallway, I stroll casually out the building before anyone can think of following me.
I have no idea what I just got myself into, but boredom has led me to worse places than a pretty girl with great deep throating skills.
FIVE
I’msure I’m going to lose points off my grade for Ben’s little outburst, but it was kind of fun. Him being interested in me makes me feel a little better about myself. I know it will be short-lived, but I’m going to enjoy his attention while I have it.
Sucking him off in the bathroom wasn’t part of my plan, but the size of his cock fried my brain. I forgot about everything else as he revealed it. When I touched it, it removed all logic from my mind. Suddenly, all I wanted was to make him feel good. To prove I wasn’t some stuck-up bitch, but some girl who knows a thing or two about making a guy cum.
When he offered to return the favor, that’s when reality came crashing back down. I haven’t let anyone touch me, not even myself since Charles attacked me. It’s been a long few weeks since I had an orgasm, a new record for me. I’m used to getting off almost every day, mostly from myself, or after some lousy sex with Charles, where I’d sneak off to the bathroom to finish what he couldn’t.
It's not that my body didn’t want it. Despite everything I endured, my body still craves sexual pleasure. I just can’t find the will to do it. I’m afraid of what it will be like now.
It’s not that Charles and I didn’t have sex often. I gave him blow jobs and sex pretty much daily. If he wanted it, I gave it. There was no reason for him to cheat, other than his desire to be with someone else. I didn’t withhold sex, even when he stopped being able to get me off.
Missionary and no foreplay just didn’t do it for me. I’d ask for more and he’d promise to try something different, but when the next time rolled around, he’d just pretend to forget.
With Ben it felt different. I didn’t get to be on the receiving end of anything he had to offer, but the fact he offered was more than I’m used to.
Having his cock in my mouth and his eyes on me, lit a fire in me. My pussy has been throbbing since.
I felt powerful, even as I knelt before him. I felt like I could’ve asked him for anything, and he’d give it to me. Cupping his balls and taking him down my throat made me feel sexy and desirable.
I know he has been with countless women. The great tales of Ben Parker have been posted on quite a few sites. Stories I didn’t read until the night after the bathroom incident. According to the posts about him, he goes out of his way to please the women he takes to bed. No one sugar coats what kind of asshole he is after, but during, he is good.
I try not to think about the fact everyone else he has been with brags about how good he made them feel. It was my choice to tell him no, so I try not to be jealous that they all got to cum on his giant cock and I didn’t.
None of them talk about him after the sex. No one says anything about him chasing them down and causing a scene over them. I hold on to the hope that maybe I impressed hima little. Perhaps I still have a chance to experience the mind-blowing sex they all brag about.
I know once he has me, I’ll be tossed aside like all the other girls. It’s just after everything I’ve been through, I feel like I deserve a fling. And if I’m going to have meaningless sex, why not have it with a man that has a history of delivering a good time?
