0 comments/ 7685 views/ 2 favorites About Last Night? By: bringosexytinger Her eyes blinked her awake. Her eyes hurt, and she feared they didn't work. She could barely remember what happened last night and was starting to question how she got into bed. She moved her arms, as if to see if they were still attached. Her hands roam over her body detecting clothes, bra, panties, and socks. She remarked in her head how she hated to wear socks to bed. After feeling herself up and was considering it to be foreplay for some private loving. She put those thoughts on hold, because right now she felt like she been run over by a Mack truck hauling thirty tons down eighty miles of bad road, then being dragged down said road, after being ran over. She looked up at her ceiling or what she thought she was ceiling. She was on her back and assumed that direction was up. Noticing her room was pitch black and the only light was from her clock. That clock with the red numbers, they were glowing like the devil's eyes. Those numbers had an evil number. Seven. Zero. Zero. "Seven?" She squints at the clock, hard, as if to defy it. She turns her head away, and thinks to herself, what a way to start my vacation. She glances back at the clock and her jaw mentally drops. "P.M.? Seven, p.m. FUCK! How the hell did I sleep away an entire day!" She says as she fails around, hitting the bed, as if it was the bed's fault some how. She gathers up her will, and makes up her mind to stop beating the demon that is her bed. She wins her struggle and gets up, stepping on cards, controllers, toys, and random other things. 'I cleaned my room', she thinks to herself. She sits back down as quickly as she stepped on all the things scattered on her floor. A loud 'FUCK!' enters her mind, as she beings to remove her socks, and feels the urge to pee. She stands back up, decides to leave the socks, and if she steps on things she steps on them. She makes her way to her bathroom and flips on the light. She is surprised as the bathroom is just as spotless as she left it. She looks at herself in the mirror. She runs her left hand through her boy cut dirty blonde hair, fearing to look at her self. She takes a breath, looks into her own clear blue eyes, noticing they are blood shot. She looks at her face and sees her eye make up has run. She admires her own natural features of her face. Her mother always told her the less the better, and her case, even less than that. She looks over her body for any bruises or bumps. She stands on her tip toes as she turns to look at her ass in the mirror. She curses her five foot three small frame as she can't quite see what she wants to in the mirror. She takes one last inventory of her tits and yep, both still a handful. She takes a few steps, not wanting to stop looking at herself, but she's been fighting the feeling she has to go. She lifts the lid to the toilet and whips down her panties. She sits and releases the pee. She pulls off those horrible socks on her feet as she finishes up. Just about then, her phone lights up and buzzes. She stands and pulls her panties up. Seven sixteen, she see the clock as she washes her hands and dries them off in the towel she keeps by the sink. She sees her phone light up on the floor, again. She feels the wall next to the entrance to her bathroom. She finds the switch and flicks on the light. The room illuminates, and shows the walls covered with a Batman, Star Wars, Star Trek, Highlander, Fight Club, Watchmen, and Sin City movie posters. She views her Magic: the Gathering card collection all over the floor, she had those on her desk, which is void of anything. Most of her shelves are still on the wall and they still hold her random statues and action figures from various comic book and movies. She see a few shelves are knocked down, and this disturbs her. Her computer is off and there's nothing missing off there, she thinks still taking a mental inventory of her room. She sees her Xbox is missing and notices the one controller she stepped on. When she feels she is done taking her mental check of her room's contents, she heads over to her closet. She take off her bra and pulling out a oversized t-shirt with the Green Lantern on it. She rubs her eyes as if to jump start her mind to remember the events that happened last night. She shakes her head and moves to her window. "I love my corner room." She says out loud as she throws open her heavy curtains. She sighs as she sees night time in the city with the sun's light just out of sight and painting the sky a reddish hue. She looks down and sees the people and traffic flowing through the streets, like blood through veins. This brings a smile to her face. She tries to look up a few blocks towards the comic book shop, to see how busy it is. "No. No. I'm on vacation." She reminds herself out loud. "Last night is a blur. I think there was a party. I just wasted the first day of my short vacation." She blurts out, as if speaking to someone. She finally picks up her phone which she was trying to avoid, like the salad bar at a fat camp. She pushes the button and slides her finger across the screen of her smart phone. She sees she has 23 missed text messages and 18 missed phone calls. She reads the text messages, none of which are from her boyfriend. Same with the phone calls. What a bastard, she thinks to herself. Her roommate, Stacy texted and left voice mails asking questions, like asking if she was alright and if she needed anything. So did her best friend, Collin . When she was done with her phone, she walks to her door, and opens it. She hears a voice coming from down the hallway. 'Must be in the kitchen.' She thinks to herself. She makes her way slowly and quietly down the hall. She finds someone facing sitting at the kitchen table. As she enters the kitchen and she can hear that person talking to someone, on their phone. "I know, but Collin just checked in on her. Yeah, I heard the toilet flush a few minutes ago, so she has to be ok. Yup, will do and no problem. Yup, talk to you later, good bye." The gentle voice says. "I'm ok, but before you speak just tell me who you are talking to." She says sternly. "CRAP!" The other girl says, frightened by this, and drops her phone on the table. "I was talking to Marigold. That's not important, how do you feel? Are you ok?" The girl asks, collecting herself, as she fumbles with her phone, trying to pick it up, to see if it still works. "I'm fine Stacy. Glad to see you keeping my sister updated on my health status?" She retorts, with some snark. "Sunflower, you were out for almost twenty hours, we were all a little concerned." Stacy says, as she puts down her phone after checking the Facebook status of that guy she likes. 'Missing my baby--At work' it says, by the way. "I hoped you would be concerned." She says, as she spots Collin 's phone laying on the counter, but tries not to notice. Stacy takes a sip from her bottle of water, that she had sitting in front of her on the counter. "Can you tell me what happened, or do I have to guess?" Sunflower says as she sits down with a thud and looks down, holding her head in her hands. The headache is creeping in and she feels it. Her eyes begin to pound like the thumping music at a techno club, if they still had those. "You really don't remember, do you, Sun?" Stacy asks, pushing her a single black curly hair out of her own face. "No, seriously I don't. Is Collin here?" She answers and asks, glaring towards Stacy. "He went out to get us pizza about half an hour ago." She looks at Sunflower with a tell tale glare, of 'what the fuck are you doing?'. Sunflower notices. "Collin? Not Edward? I know who I can count on, I guess." Sunflower says as they hear Collin 's phone go off, playing some Shinedown song. She gets up slowly to see who's calling. It's Veronica, his ex-girlfriend. Sunflower runs her hand through her hair and holds it there. 'What the fuck am I doing? Why hasn't Edward called? What happened last night?' Stacy watching her notices what she was doing. "Veronica." Sunflower says plainly. Stacy smiles, knowingly and Sunflower notices. "What is that smile for?" She asks with a mock yell. "I'm so sorry." She says remorseful of her actions up till now. "Sorry for what? For my boyfriend hasn't called to check up on me, to see if I am still alive? My two best friends are the only one's who stuck by me when I needed them. What happened?" She says as she, meanders back to her chair collapsing in it. "I think we can wait till Collin gets back, he was here from the start. I didn't get home till about ten thirty last night, you still remember that, right?" She tells and asks, as if countermanding the last time Sunflower did it. "Yeah, I remember, you brought Eric with you. I was glad to see you are still seeing him." She says quietly, remembering that Collin set up Stacy with Eric, over two months ago. "Do you remember Eric's brother, Tom? And who he brought with him?" Stacy asks, taking another swig from her bottle. "No, I don't." Sunflower says as she tries to sit up right in the chair. "Veronica, Collin 's ex." Stacy says, spicing up the conversation with drama. "Tom and Veronica? That caused problems with Collin?" Sunflower asks. "Believe it or not, Collin was fine with it, it was Veronica and Tom who weren't." Stacy tells her. "They asked Collin to leave and Collin was getting ready to leave, when I and you stepped in. You told them if anyone shou.." Stacy starts and is interrupted, by Sunflower. "Should be the sponge and the cheating whore...Yeah, I remember saying that." Sunflower says, looking off to the side ashamed of what she said. "Well, they left and called the cops on us for being too, loud." Stacy told her. "Any way to get revenge, is a win?" Sunflower says, gazing out the window into the darkest night sky. "I guess, but Veronica called Collin after a couple of hours ago, saying she would bail him out of jail." Stacy tells her as she takes another swig of her water. "I must have been out before that. So, I am guessing the cops showed up and told us to keep it down?" Sunflower says as she thinks about having a smoke, but the thought is soon put to rest by realizing why she quit. "Right, but Helen's husband was the cop that showed up, Richard. He knows us and he knew we weren't making any where near the noise that was being reported." Stacy says as she see the time. "So, then what happened?" Sunflower says as if she was at the edge of her seat. "So the next time she called, Collin told, Veronica that a night in jail would do him good. That was the last time he talked to her, as far as I know." Stacy said with a smile. "Veronica broke up with Collin five months ago, why is she call him now?" She asks, Stacy. "My guess is that, last night was the last time he and her talked since then. So, she might think he's in jail, still? I would like to think she is smarter than that, but she always seemed a few box tops short of a free prize." Stacy, tells her. There's a knock at the door, before Sunflower has time to add her own words of detest for Collin's ex-girlfriend. The two girls look at one another and back to the door as the knocking starts again. They shrug, then point a finger at each other, as if to say, 'you get it'. Stacy finally gets up as the knocking starts again. Taking note as she approaches the door of their apartment that the knocking, seems to be coming from some where near the bottom half of the door. Stacy thinks how the Smurfs must be knocking. She brings her hand to the door knob and turns it slowly. Painfully, cripplingly, and mind numbingly slow. As if it were a horror movie. As the bolt makes the sound of retreat, she starts to pull the door towards her, and just as it gets an inch open, a large foot enters. Stacy is almost knocked back as she finally sees Collin and his arms full, of not only the promised pizza, but bags of soda, chips, bottled water, various alcohol, and a few movies. "Sorry, Stacy. You took forever to answer, and I think my fingers are going numb." He tells her as he pushes pass, obviously in a hurry to set the stuff down. "No problem, Collin ." She retorts as if she decides not to accept the apology. "Hey, sleeping beauty glad to see you finally woke up!" Collin says excitedly, as he quickly sets all the bags and pizza box down. "Glad to see you too." She says as she turns towards him and smiles, in fact she been smiling since she hear his voice coming from the door. He takes a few steps toward her, reaches for her face, and brings his lips to hers. She is thrown off by his actions, his brazen confidence, but not so much to stop him. "Well, what this?" Stacy says as she enters the kitchen. This breaks them apart, and they all stare at each other in silence. 'What's wrong with me? Why did I let him kiss me? Why did I kiss back? When can I kiss him again?' Sunflower thinks to herself. Collin is staring at the floor, and notices how cute he has always found, Sunflower's feet to be. "Collin , I was filling in Sunflower about what happened at the party, do you have anything to add?" Stacy says, with her knowing smile. This seems to snap Collin back to the present. He takes a moment looks at Sunflower, who now is realizing that she can't help, but smile when he looks at her. 'What is wrong with me? I have a boyfriend!' "What does she know? Did you tell her the part where Eddie slipped her a Mickey?" Collin says, with some concern in his voice. Stacy looks at Collin with a face that is pale. "No, I was going to get to that, but you that's when you got here, so on that note you can tell her." Stacy says as if to say, "got ya". "What did Edward give me? Tell me. Is that the reason I can't remember anything?" She looks to Collin pleading. "Calm down, Sunny, I will tell you everything I know." Collin tells her as uses the nickname he used to call her in high school. "Ok, sorry, I just want to know, you know?" She tells him and she see a look in his eyes, that she recognizes as understanding. Or thinks what that is. "You see, that night, your first drink was spiked with tranquilizers. Which would knock you out, but it didn't really work the way it should have." Collin said with some remorse. "What way did it work?" Sunflower asks, with fear in her voice. "It didn't put you to sleep, it just got you drunk faster, to the point you blacked out." Stacy said. "Eddie, isn't the brightest star when it comes to chemistry, so from what I can guess, he kept adding more of the tranquilizer to each drink. In hopes of it just knocking you out." Collin continued. "Why?" Sunflower said, absentmindedly reaching for Collin 's hand, and he letting her have it. "You know Connie Bahl, that I work with?" Collin said, gripping Sunflowers hand. "Yeah, I think so. Why? Wait... No! No, way! That little dick, cheating bastard! Fuck!" Sunflower says as she is almost breaking Collin 's hand "Ow, Ow, Ouch!!!" He yells as Sunflower lets go of his hand. She sees the fingernail marks that are bleeding and feels really bad, about hurting him. "Oh, I'm so sorry." Sunflower says with tears in her eyes, because she hurt one of the few people on this planet that actually means something to her. 'Wait! I know what it is, I love him.' She thinks at that moment to herself. Stacy almost lets out a laugh as she watched that unfold in front of her. "He has been cheating on you for almost 4 months now, and not just with Connie. I guess from what Eric told me, there has been a Marcie, Jessica, and a Rose." Stacy said. "We have been together for over a year! Why would he do that to us? To me!" Sunflower yells. "Because, Ed thought you and I spent way to much time together and figured we had something going on. Veronica thought the same way, citing it as one of the many reasons she left me. Ok, the top reason she left me." Collin said calmly, nursing his damaged hand. "He's my best friend! I have known him since high school! Didn't he think if I wanted to be with him I would?" Sunflower states, loudly. "Well, what I say, I say you do." Stacy says with a chuckle. "Yeah.." Collin says blushing, looking down, and moves his other hand to the back of his head, as if to itch it. "Oh yeah." Sunflower says blushing, looking around, avoiding eye contact with anyone. "Long story short, Sun. Eddie left after, from what I can guess was maybe the sixth drink he spiked and gave you. It was just before midnight, and after the cops were here. We were all pretty drunk, we just figured you were too." Collin said. "Wait, hold up, how do you guys know anything about what happened?" Sunflower asks. "Connie came back this morning and she confessed what Ed did last night." Collin said, as he finally sits down firmly. "She got Eddie the tranquilizer from where she and Collin work. Connie also told him not to mix it with alcohol, but on the other hand Connie didn't stop him either." Stacy said, as she looks at Sunflower with some sadness. "That's fucked up. I mean, just because she thought? I mean, now I know why, he didn't call. I guess it's a hell of a way to break up with someone, huh." Sunflower says as she slumps and lowers her head to look her lap, as if the weight of her own tears, made her head heavy. One drip and another. Collin moves and puts his arms around her. She hugs back. "Connie is going to get fired come Monday." Collin whispers. "Don't fire her cause of what Edward did." Stacy says, before she thinks. "Stacy, Connie willingly stole tranquilizers from my office, and gave them to a person, to use on another person" Collin says, loudly almost yelling. "So, you will need a new assistant at the vet hospital?" Sunflower says, wiping away her tears, and runny nose. "Yeah, I will." Collin chuckles. "I am so mad right now. I barely remember anything from last night, blacked out for almost twenty four hours, and find out it's all because of my now ex-boyfriend. When I get asked how I started my day, this is what I am going to say." Sunflower says, wanting a strong, stiff, drink, and beginning the some what of an awkward silence. "We didn't get worried when you fell asleep, but when you didn't wake up the next morning, we were very concerned." Stacy tells her, glancing at Collin . Sunflower notices. "Huh? Wait... Collin , did you spend the night here?" Sunflower asks. "Yeah, I did." Collin states nervously. "Where did you sleep?" Sunflower asks, knowing the answer, but she really prefers to hear it. "With you." He tells her, looking straight in to her eyes. "Did we do 'anything'?" She ask, not knowing the answer this time, but feels what it's going to be. "Almost, but I stopped it." Collin says with the fear that she might get angry. "Why? I mean, did I ask you to stop?" She asks, and is confused, she thought for sure they had sex. He takes a deep breath before he speaks. This moment, Sunflower feels that he is going to say something really important. "I want you to know I love you, Sunny. I always have, I always will. I didn't want to feel like I took advantage of a drunk and upset, you. When we do that I want your head and feelings clear." He tells her, again looking straight into her eyes, almost piercing her soul. Stacy, is proud of Collin for confessing his feelings and decided it was best not to add anything to the conversation. Stacy, also feels that this is better than television. "I always knew how you felt about me and wished I could return your feelings for me, someday. I loved you, as a friend and I told you that as far as it would go with us. Oh, Collin ..." She says with tears in her eyes. He stands silent, replaying in his head everything she said. He feels like he should say something, but he also feels it would be no use, because he thinks anything he would say, would change anything. He starts thinking those words over and over again to himself. His grey eyes straining, when his eyelids close shut. His slightly tanned skin is perspiring, and this causes him to run a hand though his short brown hair. Like he received a flash of insight as a downloadable application for his phone. Leaving feels like an option to him. Something is keeping him firmly planted where he stands. He's confused. About Last Night? "Oh, Collin ..." Sunflower whispers through her tears, almost pleading, as if she was trying to project her feelings at him. Stacy who in also feeling the tears, she was for sure they would get together after all of that confession. Collin is thinking about how and what she said. Wished. Told. Loved. "You had me going for a minute there, Sunny." Collin says laughingly. "So, you finally got you big dumb man?" She chuckles, as she wipes her tears away. "Yeah, I had to think about it. The words you used. How you used to feel." Collin says, as Stacy scratches her head in confusion. "So, now what?" Sunflower asks. "How do you feel about me now?" Collin asks, knowing the answer. "I love you, and I realized it a very long time ago how I felt about you. You didn't care and you stuck by me all these years. At the end of every bad date and bad relationship, you were there. You have the qualities I been looking for in a friend, lover, and soul mate. You don't know how incredibly attractive, because of the qualities you have." She states, quickly and plainly so everyone understands. He stands there blinking, not sure if what he heard was a dream. He sees Stacy smiling and nodding. "About damn time." Stacy says nonchalantly. "What do you mean?" Collin asks coming out of his stupor. "Since moving in with Sunflower five years ago, I have watched you two skate around each other, getting close enough, but not actually coming together. I could see how you two felt about each other, it boggled my mind why you didn't get together. Now if being together makes you happy, so be it, right?." Stacy says, taking one last swig from her bottle of water and saying an 'ah' after she swallows. "So, now what?" Sunflower asks, as Collin strides up to her. "I think you should also say, I'm handsome or something." He says as he is invading her personal space. She doesn't seem to mind, she never did. "Why, do I need to remind you?" Sunflower says, with a smile. "Well, you did say you found me incredibly attractive because of the qualities I have, not because I was easy on the eyes." He tells her slowly putting his arms back around her. "You are handsome, devilishly so." She tells him with a chuckle. "Well, it's nine o'clock and I have to go. I want to meet Eric for his lunch break at nine thirty. Which means I have to leave now." Stacy states as she stands up, gathers her things, and makes her way to the door. Sunflower and Collin stare at each other, then watch Stacy leave. "See you guys in a few hours, bye." They hear Stacy say, as the door slams behind her. "What do we do now, that we are all alone?" Sunflower whispers, as she stands up. Noticing that he has always been taller than her, by almost a full foot. "I don't know, what do you feel like doing?" Collin whispers back. "I have this feeling, you know? Like we have done this before. Kind of weird, déjà vu, you know?" Sunflower still speaking in hushed tones. "Well," Collin clears his throat. "You did see your desk, right?" He finishes. "Yeah, I did, I wondered how all my stuff got knocked... Oh?" She seems to ask with some surprise and revelation. "We got pretty hot and heavy for awhile there, then you reached for my...naughty bits." He says, embarrassed. "Here?" She asks, placing her hand on his crotch, and noting the size. "Yeah, there." He responses, catching his breath. Her hand doesn't leave. "I remember reaching for this." He tells her as he cups a cheek of her ass, with his left hand. "Really? There? What about here?" She says as she removes her hand from his crotch, takes the one he had snaking around her hip, and grabs his wrist, finally placing it on her breast. "I think I grabbed one of those, now that you mention it." He says pulling her closer, with both of his hands, bringing her in to a full embrace. She responses in kind. He has to bend down, and their lips meet, again. Mouths, become more open for tongues to dance, and play. Sunflower's phone goes off. Collin keeps kissing, waiting for Sunflower to break the kiss to see who is calling. She doesn't, she only seems to care about what is happening right here, right now. He breaks the from her mouth to kiss her neck, planting a trail from her mouth to the nape. She takes the opportunity to whisper in his ear. "My room." Ever so silently, as if it was the beating of a humming bird's wing. He understands and picks her up, and she straddles him, as he carries her, now she is kissing his neck and ears, distracting him from his goal. He manages his way into her room, throwing the door open, and she opening her eyes to close it as soon as they are in. That brief flash of light, is enough he hopes to make it to her bed. She remembers that she had a headache, awhile ago, but now, it's gone, as he lays her on the bed. He moves on top of her and goes in for the attack, starting with her neck, then trailing back to her mouth. She accepts his tongue again, and her hands find the bottom of his shirt and begin to remove it. He tries to help, with out falling on top of her. He pauses and pulls the shirt over his head, as she kisses his chest. She takes this moment to feel his arms and abs. 'He has abs now? He must be working out.' She thinks to herself, as her hands run down softly, to his pants. He sits up on his knees and tugs at the bottom of her shirt and she lets it come off. She returns her hands to his pants, undoing the button and unzipping them, as she also gets up on her knees. She resumes kissing his chest and working down his pants. Once she figures, enough of him is exposed she kisses down his chest and abs to his cock. It's very hard and her hand ever so softly moves to caress it. This brings a moan from him. As soon as her hands are done with it, she lowers herself down to where it would be eyelevel with her. The she brings her mouth to it and places very almost invisible light kisses, randomly on it, each kiss making him shutter. Then she engulfs it, surprising him and, even herself. He lets out a loud moan. She starts to bob her head and this brings his hands to her head, stopping her and bring her lips up to meet his, again. She is stunned by this, and lets him have control. Her hands return to his cock and begin to stroke him once, again. His hands lightly slide around to her back and down to her ass, so both hands can grab it. Their kissing gets more intense and he moves his hands inside her panties. This makes her stop her stroking, in order to remove her panties. 'Is this going too fast?' She wonders. 'It's been 3 months since she and Edward slept together. And for Collin it's been more. Wait? Did Edward and Veronica have sex? No, well, maybe?' She thinks as she maneuvers herself comfortably, to remove her panties. Collin follows her lead, and soon after, their hands find each other's bodies now completely naked. He nervously, he reaches for her with a feather touch, traces her collar bone to her shoulder, and gently pushes her backward. She gets the idea and during her touching she puts her hands behind his neck, moving him with her. He moves for a kiss and she kisses back, mouths open, in a passionate fight. She writhes, wiggling herself into place, and softly moans when she feels him at her hot moist opening. He feels himself, pressed against her wetness, and asks, "Are you sure?" in a whisper. "Yes." She hisses in an eyes closed whisper, and expects him to be inside her, but he still hesitates. "What's wrong?" She asks attentively, and slightly frustrated. "Do you... I mean, I don't have a condom. I don't have one with me I mean. Do you?" He asks in a breath heavy stammer. The tip of his hardness is just barely touching the entrance to her pussy, he can feel the hot, drenched, heat, there. He just really wants to say 'Fuck it.' and plunge in. He curses his will power. "No, I don't." She states in a annoyed whisper. 'I don't care, Collin . I love you. I trust you. Now, will you just get the fuck inside me.' She thinks, and also knows she on the pill, does he? "Collin , you do remember, I'm on the pill, right?" She says as she has been continuing to tease herself and him with the head of his cock and her wetness, this entire time. He takes a deep breath and moves as slow as New York rush hour traffic, inside her. She gasps, because she thought he was going to make her go to Stacy's room to get a condom, but this works too. She moans as she feels every wrinkle and vein of his cock, and savors it. It feels like a year has passed before he is buried deep inside her. She lets out a long breathy moan. She is waiting, but nothing is happening. She opens her eyes to see his face. She brings her hands to it. "I love you." She tells him as she caresses his face. She lets out a deep moan and feels him pull back, moving out, noting that he felt as good going out as he did going in. "I love you." He tells her back as he nears popping out of her, just to plunge back in as deep as he can go. Their hands entwine as if they too are making love. Their kissing becomes more intense. They find a rhythm, where she thrusts up to meet every thrust and pull. She breaks the kissing to let out a gasp, a moan, or a grunt. She can't remember the last time sex felt this good, with someone. He can't believe after all this time she is with him. He wants this to last forever, and so does she, but they quickly increase speed. Their kissing decreases and hands let go, so her hands grip the bed sheets and one of his pinches her nipple. He feels himself nearing the point of no return. She frees one of her own hands to move around his neck and bring his ear to her lips. "I want you to cum inside me. Cum with me, Collin ." She tells him, in between thrusts and gasps. They ascend to orgasm together and quite loudly. Her moaning takes a musical tone, of 'oh's and 'ah's and rough, loud gasps and grunts. He announces his climax with a lion like roar, while buried in the nape of her neck. She feels every pulse of his dick as it shoots into her. She swears she can feel his cum splashing forward into her, hitting against her cervix like a raging river. He feels her pussy gripping him like a fist wearing a wet velvet glove, and her spasms are in time with her singing moans. He thinks it feels like she is milking him of his cum. They don't unbuckle from each other quite yet, as he raises his face from her neck to look at her in the dim black. She giggles at her thoughts for a moment. "What?" he asks quietly. As he feels his raging hard on, still raging. "You are still hard." She whispers, with a smile. "Yeah, how about that." He agrees. "Give me more." She whispers her only command for the night, and he complies. He rolls her on top of him. She seems surprised, but she expected this. "You turn." He tells her. And their dance begins again. He wakes up to something warm and wet, wrapped around his hard dick. The sensation is moving up and down his entire length. It feels good, really good. There is another sensation he can't quite pin down, a swirling feeling, like a... tongue? He pries his eyes open to see the sun beating in through the window and Sunflower's blonde head bobbing up and down on his cock. He maneuvers his hands to stop her, and just when he gets them where he wants them, he decides he doesn't want her to stop. "Three things, Sunny. One, good morning. Two, what a way to wake up! And three, didn't you get enough last night?" He smiles, but she doesn't stop, but he can feel a smile coming from her lips. He moans for a bit as she continues her assault with renewed vigor. He feels himself coming dangerously close to orgasm. His thoughts turn to warning her of his impending load, so he does. "Sun? Baby? I'm going to cum..." He says, almost as he had more to say in the mist of his gasps and moans, but his warning meant nothing to her. She swallows all that he has to give her as her reward as a job well done. Once she has felt the last surge and spasm of his now deflating cock, she releases it. She looks up at him, as he is looking down. "Good morning. I will wake you up that way every day if you want me too. And no, I didn't get enough of you." She tells him as she makes her way up so her face is lined up with his and goes in for a kiss. He is breathless after the break from their kissing, and she snuggles into an embrace. They begin to doze off in each others arms. Sunflower wakes up not knowing how much time has past, but she is still in Collin 's arms, and notices he's awake. "Hey there." She says, attentively. "Hey there, yourself." He smiles back. Sunflower looks at her clock and sees, one two one five. 'A quarter after noon. It's Saturday. The party was Thursday and last night was Friday. I missed cartoons?' She laughs in her head. She feels him lay her flat on her back, she looks at him quizzically. "Collin ..." She starts to speak, but in interrupted by his finger pressed against her lips as he moves on top of her. She smiles, wondering what he is going to do, and once she feels his fingers pressed against the opening to her sex, she thinks she has an idea. He starts by lightly touching her precious folds, and kissing his way down her body, spending extra time on her small nipples. Kissing, sucking, and gently biting them. This elects a moan from her lips, as her body responses to his work. His figures are also continuing their soft gentle explorations. He starts to kiss away from her nipples down to her bellybutton and around her tummy. Trailing down until his lips make contact with those folds, that his fingers have been lightly walking through. He takes in a deep breath and moves his fingers out of the way, perfectly timing it so his mouth takes their place. She gasps, and he loves it. He starts his tongue at the bottom of her opening where she is leaking her wetness from, and licks with his tongue flat, up to her clit. Once there he covers it with his mouth and attacks it, quickly, and rapidly. She moans in surprise at the quickness of it. He stops as soon as he hears this response, and licks back down to her wet opening. He darts his tongue into her, and she again gasps. He licks around in teasing motions, before dipping his tongue in again, to taste her sweetness. His hands reach up for her tits, and he takes one in each hand, playing with those almost forgotten nipples. Her hands don't know where to go, grip the bed sheet or on his head, she can't decide. She begins to writhe and wiggle her body in time with his ministrations. She bends her head down to see if he look up at her, and just as her eyes meet his, his mouth again engulfs her clit. She closes them hard and tight, as one of his hands quickly releases her left nipple and retreats. She feels that hand, or a finger enter her. Her hands grip the bed sheets, again, not caring if they are attached to the bed anymore. She feels her body responding to all he is doing. His fingers in her, his mouth on her clit, with his tongue attacking it, and his left hand on her right nipple gently pulling and rolling it between his index finger and thumb. She starts to feel this is so much more than she can take, hell, even felt, none of her ex-boyfriends spent this much time on her, ever. She has been holding off her orgasm for a few minutes. "Oh, Collin. Oh, baby. That's so good." She coos and purrs. She's close to release. He pushes another finger into her, and she moans loudly. He drives two fingers into her slowly, and begins to hum against her clit. She throws her head from side to side, calling out his name and something about not stopping. He continues and complies. She starts that familiar singing orgasm, floods her pussy with her juices, and doesn't stop singing until her orgasm passes over her. He kisses her wetness one last time before moving up to lay next to her. She wakes up, and realizes instantaneously, that he's not there. She sits up and covers herself with a sheet. The clock says, four zero eight. 'Almost ten after four, this time I actually remember where my day went this time. Now where did he go?' She thinks at herself, noticing his clothes are still scattered around her bed. She looks toward the bathroom and sees her bathroom door open. She takes note of how his working out has paid off. She notices that his abs aren't quite as defined as she thought they were last night, but that doesn't matter, he is still in great shape, and obviously not modest in the least. She lets her sheet drop and smiles. He also notices her, but couldn't see much with the sheet covering her "just a handful" breasts. "I had to use the bathroom." He tells her, sadly. "It's ok, we all have to go at some point." She tells him back. "Should we get dressed?" He asks, hoping the answer to be no. "Yeah, we should, and then you can take me out for dinner, you know like a proper date." She jokes, half heartily. She is hungry. "I should, shouldn't I? You know we can go to that little pizza place around the corner and talk about, comic books and video games." Collin tells her as he locates his pants and underwear. She gets up still naked, and picks up her clothes from yesterday off the floor and throws them in her clothes hamper. "It's nice to talk about things with you and you actually get what I am saying." She says as she opens up her top drawer of her dresser, as Collin finishes putting on his clothes. "I know, it's like when we were watching the Justice League movie, and Veronica asked who everyone was, with the exception of Batman and Superman. She did ask which one was Thor, and I told her Thor wasn't in the movie." He tells her as he finds his socks. "Thor? Really? No worries, Edward did something like that, too. When we watched the Avengers movie." She laughs. "What took us so long, Sunny? I mean, why didn't this happen before now?" He asks, finally putting on a shirt Sunflower threw him. It's got the Green Lantern on it. "Just timing, I guess, but it doesn't matter now. We are together now, and that's what matters. We have plenty of time to make up for any we feel that we lost." She states, as if she is all the sudden she is wise old woman "You are as right as you are beautiful, my love." He winks. "Flattery, sir will get you everywhere with me." She flirts back. "So, back into bed?" He asks, with a smile. "No, hungry. Want food. Sex, later." She states dramatically. "Ok, ok. Let's get going and put some clothes on, otherwise we aren't ever going to leave this room!" He laughs. She looks at her bathroom, and Collin knows what she is thinking. "Shower later, sweets. Eat now, my treat." He says as he finishes putting on his socks, and then his shoes. "Ok, ok." She says as she slides on a clean pair of boy shorts, then grabs a t-shirt that she sat out when she threw one at Collin . "My... Our phones, where are they?" He asks, her. "I think still out in the kitchen." She says as she finishes putting on her pants. "Oh, I think you are right." He says as he walks over to her, grabbing her, and pulling her into a tight embrace. She thinks, about how she fits nicely in his arms. "I love you." She says so lightly, it's just below a whisper, like she doesn't want him to hear. "I love you, too, Sunny. Someday, I want..." He stops speaking, his mind was ahead of his mouth. "Someday, what, Collin?" She asks. "You know, stuff." He tells her. She thinks she knows what he was going to say. "I would say, yes, you know." She looks up at him. "Yes? You would do me the honor of being my girlfriend? The upside of this is that we already have met and know each other families." He jokes. "I have always said yes to you, you know." She states. "I know." He tells her as they walk to the her bedroom door arm in arm. She opens the door and see the apartment pretty much as they left it. They walk through the living room to the kitchen, where their phones are waiting for them. They pick them up and check to see if anyone called. Sunflower sees Edward called twelve times, just today. Collin see, that Connie called, once and Veronica called six times. About Last Night? "My ex called me and left a few messages." Collin said. "Mine too." Sunflower responses. They hear the door to the apartment shut and Stacy walks in, getting done with work, and removing her purse. She smiles at them, very big. "Oh hi, guys. Glad to see you could be torn away from the bedroom." Stacy tells them, with a smile. "Yeah, I think we do need to recharge, we can't go all night you know." Collin says with a laugh. "You could have fooled me." Stacy says under her breath. "Pardon?" Collin asks, seriously not hearing what she said. "Stacy!" Sunflower, yells in mock shock. Stacy looks over to Sunflower and shrugs her shoulders. Collin calls his voice mail and presses the options to hear the messages he has, "Hey Collin , it's Veronica. Just making sure you didn't get arrested." Next: "Hey, it's me. You ok? You in jail." Next: "Collin this isn't funny, I hear you got arrested, call me." Next: "Ok, ha ha. So, you aren't in jail. Tom broke up with me. Was wondering if you want to come over? Call me. Later." Last: "Stacy told me you are over there. So you have been fucking, that skinny little bitch! Well fuck you mister, I slept with Edward at the Christmas party, so live with that, yeah right before you broke up with me for sleeping with Justin. You deserve that cheating whore, and you better...." The message cuts off. End of messages. Sunflower, checks her voice mail: "Hey, Sunflower it's Edward. I am just calling to say I am sorry for the other night. That Connie, bitch, yeah, don't believe anything she tells you. Tell Collin and Stacy not to believe her either. She's wrong. Anyway, don't believe her, later." Next message: "Hey, Sunny, it's Edward. I'm getting a lawyer, you know just in case that you believe Connie, you know anything that bitch tells you won't hold up in court." Next message: "Hey, I am outside your apartment and I hear moaning, who's in there with you? What are you doing? Is it Collin? Well, enjoy that little dicked fuck head, yeah, tell him Veronica loved my dick. She couldn't get enough. In fact I am going over to her place and give it to her again and ....." End of messages. They both look at each other as Stacy is pounding away at the keys of her laptop. She got it out while they were distracted with their voice mails. "Well, that was fun." Collin says as he finishes deleting the voice mails. "Yeah, you said it." Sunflower adds. "Dinner?" He asks. "Yeah, and beer? Maybe something stronger?" Sunflower asks. "Why you going to get me drunk and take advantage of me? Cause that would be awesome!" He laughs. "First off, I don't need to get you drunk to take advantage of you. Secondly, it would be awesome, but after going through these voice mails, I just want to forget I dated a bastard like Edward." She states, with a wicked smile. "Then, before we go let me thank, Stacy for letting my ex-girlfriend know I was here!" He says excitedly. "Yeah, Stacy Edward called from our front door of our apartment, you know anything about that?" She adds, while they both look at her. "I would, because I like being the one to say I told you so. I know either of you would have said anything to your exs, so I took the liberty. Hope you don't mind." Stacy says with a smile. Sunflower and Collin, go to dinner. About Last Night Authors Note: This story takes place in an alternate reality, where there are no STD's, no AID's and sex is a joyful and happy experience. This story depicts sex between a wife and men who are not her husband. If that is not your cup of tea, then why read it, move on. About Last Night... Mark and Susan were lying in bed, just enjoying the morning sun as it streamed in through the bedroom window. They were holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. Mark smiled. Susan smiled. Mark rose, propping himself up on his elbow, looking down into Susan's eyes. "About last night..." "What about last night dear?" Susan asked innocently. "Do you regret..." Susan hesitated for an instant. Her eyes darted from her husbands to the left and back again. She gave a little shiver as she raised her delicate fingers to his cheek. "Uh...no not at all. Do you?" "Never," Mark replied quickly. "Never?" Susan asked in surprise. "Never. No matter how many times you wish..." "Really. You would let me do that again?" "I would. As many times as you wish." Susan suddenly shook under Mark's gaze. "What was that?" "I just had an orgasm. I thought that after last night I wouldn't have another of those for quite sometime." "Me too. Especially after last night." "Mmmm, I wonder," Susan said. Susan leans in and kisses her husband. He kisses her back. Pulling back, she looks into his eyes. "That was nice. Oh, look, my nipples have popped out." Mark leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth. "Oh god," Susan cried out. "That feels wonderful." Mark kept sucking, licking and nipping her nipples. First the right then the left. He slowly moved his hand down her stomach, stopping to caress her navel. She moaned with pleasure, her head back down on her pillow. "That's nice," she told him. Mark sucked on her nipples. He moved his hand farther down her stomach. When he reached the top of her mons, Susan groaned deep in her chest. Mark slipped his fingers through her labia. "Ooo, they are a little sore this morning," Susan said gasping for breath. Mark pulled his hand away from her sex and rested it on her stomach. "I thought that might be the case. A few days rest and they will be good as new." "Well not new," Susan quipped. "About last night..." "What about it?" "I really enjoyed last night," Susan told him. She bit her bottom lip with nervous anticipation. "I'm glad. I enjoyed it too." "I'm glad. What did you enjoy about last night?" "The way you looked. You are so beautiful. So sexy." "Is that all?" "No. I enjoyed watching you. The way you moved. The way you looked into my eyes." "And?" "And..." Mark just couldn't go on. His penis was hard as a rock. He groaned, flopped back on the bed and started to stroke himself. Susan propped herself up on her side and watched Mark's hand glide up and down his hard on. She always liked to watch him do this, she thought it was so erotic. "I see you are still aroused by what happened?" she asked. "God yes." "Are you thinking about last night?" "Yes," Mark hissed, his hand squeezing his cock hard. "Tell me what you saw, what you felt, how I looked." "You looked wonderful," he croaked. He was slowly stroking his hard member. Susan reached down and cradled his balls. "Oh god," Mark groaned. "You like that?" Susan asked. "Of course." Mark continued to jerk off while Susan watched. "About last night," Susan whispered. "Oh god. Last night...you were spectacular. I felt so proud. I was so aroused. I felt as if my heart would burst as I watched you." "What did you watch?" "You." "Mark..." "You. You...god I can't...I'm coming." Mark's hips started to jerk as his hand squeezed his cock. A long white string of semen shot from the end of his cock, straight up into the air. It landed with a loud plop on his chest. Another spurt arced into the air, landing on his stomach. Susan sighed as she watched spurt after spurt splash on her husbands abdomen. Then Mark lie there, spent, his hand still around his softening cock, his wife still holding his balls. Susan, squeezed him gently. Mark sighed and his cock jerked one last time, a tiny amount of semen leaking from the tip. "Was that good," Susan asked. "It was. Did you like watching me masturbate?" "I did. Did you like watching me last night?" "I did." "Then tell me what you saw," Susan demanded, squeezing Mark's balls a little harder. "Oh god," Mark sighed. His cock was getting hard again as he thought about what he saw last night. "About last night..." "What about last night dear?" "Can we talk about this..." "No. I want to hear what you saw last night." "And then?" Mark asked. "And then..." Susan hesitated. "And then..." "Why don't you tell me what you did, what you felt?" "I could, but I asked you first." "You know how I felt, you saw what it has done to me this morning. Now is not the time for you to become my timid wife again. You broke out of that shy shell you were in. Tell me about it? Tell me why you suddenly..." Mark couldn't go on. "Tell you what Mark? That I had a good time. That I came so hard and so many times that I want it to happen again and again and again?" Susan said angrily. "Yes..." Mark hissed, groaning at her words. "Tell me all that?" "Fine, if that's what you want. But don't you dare touch yourself while I do." "Agreed. Just let me go clean up." Susan watched as Mark let go of his hard cock, climb out of bed and go to the bathroom. She heard the water running. Then Mark was back lying next to her, looking down into her eyes. He gently kissed her lips. He could see that she had been bruised in the heat of passion last night. She sighed as his lips touched hers. She closed her eyes and everything that happed last night flashed through her mind. She arch her back and squeezed her legs together tight. "You just came?" Mark asked accusingly. "I did," Susan huffed. "Everything that happened just flashed into my head...oh god!" She was coming again. "Well it looks as if neither of can talk or think about last night without becoming aroused to the point of orgasm," Mark said. "Looks like," Susan croaked. "Oh god." She came once more. "All right. Up my dear, up," Mark said urging his wife up out of bed. "What are you doing?" she asked as he pulled her up by her arm. "We are going to take a shower. Let's go, come on," Mark almost shouted pulling his wife along behind him. Once in the bathroom he pulled her with him into the shower. "Aren't you going to warm it up first?" Susan asked him. Turning on the shower, the cold water hit them both. Susan screamed and jumped, trying to get away from her husband. Mark held her close to him. The shock of the cold water cooled him off. Susan was batting at his hand to get him to let go of her so she could get out from under the stream of cold water. "Mark," she shouted, "it's fucking cold...let go of me." "Not until we are both cooled down. Now stand still and get you head under the water." "No..." she croaked as Mark pulled her under the full stream of cold water. Susan shrieked as the cold water hit her head and ran down her face. The water was so cold she forgot all about last night and just stood there shivering. Mark moved her to the side so he could duck his head under the showerhead. He yipped as the cold water ran down over his body. His cock shrank until just the tip was peeking out from his groin. Looking at his wife, he saw that she was almost blue as she shivered under the spray of water. Mark tuned the water off. "What the fuck?" Susan said, her teeth chattering. Mark stepped out of the shower, letting his wife follow. He took a towel from the rank and handed hit to her. He would have wrapped her in the towel and dried her off, but that might have provoked a response in her, he was trying to avoid until later. Susan stood there, the towel wrapped around her shoulders, shivering as the cold water dripped off her body. "Mark?" she croaked. "About last night..." "Fuck last night, why the hell did you do that?" "To stop us from thinking about last night for awhile." "Oh." Susan cocked her head to the side looking at her husband . Then her eyes softened, she smiled and started to dry herself. "So, let's go out for breakfast," Mark said. "I don't know..." "It will take our minds off of...you know what." "Fine, but it will take me awhile with all this wet hair," Susan scolded Mark. "Sorry. It was the only thing I could think of," he said sheepishly. "Don't worry, I still love you," Susan said giggling at the look on her husbands face. Mark smiled at her as he dried himself. About Last Night "And you, with your big, hard cock, slamming into me, making all kinds of sexy squishy sound, it drove me nuts. My orgasm started when George push his fingers in me on the dance floor and didn't stop until long after we got home early this morning. I was one well fucked woman. And I loved every minute of it. Every plunge into my pussy. Every spurt of come inside me. I loved how you two kept taking turns with me. If I wasn't so sore right now I would be fucking the shit out of you." "I'm glad," Mark told her. It had taken Susan a long time to admit that she had desired to fuck strange men while her husband watched. It took Mark all of three seconds after she told him for him to admit he had the same desires. Doing it had taken two months to get up the nerve and go to the airport hotel that was known for its randy traveling businessmen. And it took three nights of sitting in the bar for Susan to feel comfortable enough to even talk to a stranger who approached her. The night she did, it didn't take her long to find one to her liking. George was from Atlanta, married with two kid. He really hadn't been looking to score, but Susan was so beautiful he couldn't help himself. And when she told him about her husband, he just had to have her. To share her with Mark. It was something he wanted to do with his wife, but was to timid to tell her. As Mark and Susan dressed to leave, Mark handed him a note, written by Susan. It had the address of a website he should introduce his wife to. He thanked them and said if things worked out maybe the four of them could get together next time he was in town. He would be sure to bring Beth along for their enjoyment. Mark handed him a business card. Susan and Mark assured him they would look forward to that. Smiling and holding his wife's hand, Mark hummed a tune Susan couldn't quite place. He was happy, she was happy. Neither of them could wait 'till the next time. Neither of them could wait to get home. About Last Night Author's Note: Just a little flash story about confronting a cheating spouse. Very little sex in it, so I'd skip it if that's what you're looking for. My thanks to findingmyvoice and Mostera1 for making this a better read! **** The five of us sat in the living room of our cozy apartment. This little scenario had played out several times before as Lisa, my lovely bride of three years, and I hosted our parents. Unfortunately, this time it wasn't a pleasant Sunday dinner. My soon to be ex-wife sat on our couch, bookended by her parents, while my mother sat beside me on our love seat. I felt her squeeze my hand, reassuring me of her support. However, I knew she was struggling with her promise to me. I'd asked her not to speak during this confrontation and to allow me to handle it my way. Begrudgingly, she'd agreed after I'd warned her about what was coming. The only thing she'd said after everyone arrived was in greeting them. However she had plenty to say earlier. I remembered her words before my guests arrived. "I wish your father was here." I just nodded. I didn't have the heart to tell her I was glad he wasn't. No son wants his father to preside over his dying marriage. Added to that, I knew that he and Margaret, my mother, despised each other and this meeting would've escalated into World War III. There wouldn't have been any chance my plan for handling this would've worked. I could almost hear his voice. "Son, do what you gotta do, your mom and I will stand by you." Then he would've given me that I told you so look and smile. All right, I lied. I missed him not being here. But I needed things to go as smooth as possible if I was going get through this without losing it. If he was here that wouldn't have been possible. Of course for this to go the way I hoped, I'd have to remain cold and emotionless. A week of stewing on the events of the past seven days had taken me through the emotional wringer. I hoped I was numb enough to pull this off. It was my father who broke the awkward silence. "Danny, thank you for meeting with us." I looked at him and noticed he seemed tired. All three of them did. Apparently there'd been a few sleepless nights in the Thomas household. I actually felt sorry for him. I liked my father. He was basically a pretty good guy even though at times he could seem spineless when it came to his wife and daughter. On the far side of the couch sat my mother, the evil Dragon of the North, perched, ready to swoop down and attack. Margaret, don't call me Marge, could barely contain her contempt for me. Too say that I was her least favorite person for stealing one of her babies would be a gross understatement. The fact that I'd defiled her innocent daughter before the wedding just added to her reasons that I should be publicly drawn and quartered. Of course the fact that Lisa wasn't a virgin when I met her... well let's not let the facts get in the way of a good reason for a witch hunt. I knew this meeting would be extremely difficult on her and that thought kept a small smirk on my face. She'd be forced to swallow her venom if they had any hope this marriage could be saved. It couldn't be, but they weren't convinced of that yet. In between her parents sat Lisa, dressed in jeans and a blouse. I thought she looked beautiful. She wasn't model material but more girl next door pretty. Even with her eyes, bright red from crying, I could still see the girl I'd fallen in love with five years ago. When I looked at her I found it suddenly hard to breathe and my heart pounded against my ribs like they were an anvil. I may have appeared cold and calm on the outside but inside the pain was still raw. It appeared she wasn't doing any better. Of course, I didn't have much sympathy for her since it was her actions that brought this on us. It was my reaction, however, that disrupted her little sister's wedding reception last Saturday. No doubt the guests would remember Stephanie and Mike's wedding for a long time. Since then Lisa had been staying with her parents. This is the first time we'd met face-to-face since the wedding. The few times I'd talked to her over the phone were pretty much a disaster so I stopped taking her calls. I'd asked her why and her responses were basically pathetic excuses. I realized I may not have ever really known my wife. "I know this has been a very difficult time for the both of you," my father continued. "But hopefully we can talk a few things out and begin trying to heal your marriage." "Thank you, Mr. Thomas. I appreciate what you're trying to do but there's really no reason to try resuscitating something that's dead. Thankfully we hadn't had kids yet. The only thing left to do now is to figure out how to bury it and begin the divorce." "Danny," Lisa whispered with tears running down her face. "I don't want a divorce." I studied her and clench my jaw in an attempt to say calm. "And I didn't want to catch my wife fucking her ex-boyfriend at her sister's wedding reception!" I spat. I guess I didn't hide my anger well. "We don't need that kind of language, Daniel," the dragon stated in a condescending voice, making my skin crawl. "This isn't your home, Marge," I growled, "and you're welcome to leave anytime you want." I could see her actually gag as she choked down her response. She shocked me though and didn't say anything. Hell must've frozen over. "Danny, I'm so sorry," Lisa whimpered. "It was a mistake—" "A mistake?" I said, trying not to sneer. Given the response of those on my couch, I apparently failed. "Tell me, Lisa, what exactly was the mistake? Was it getting so drunk at the reception you thought it was okay to show everyone how well you could dirty dance with your supposed ex-boyfriend? Or was it when I pulled the two of you apart and you told me and everyone watching, you don't own me and you'd dance with whomever I damn well choose? "Maybe it was my mistake for taking my eyes off of you. An hour later, I turned around and you'd disappeared. Then when I finally found you, you're just merrily humping away with that little shit! "I sure as hell know it wasn't a mistake when I hit him and kept hitting him until you started screaming that I was killing him. I might've been wrong to stop though because when I turned to face you, the little coward ran. "So tell me, Lisa, just where exactly was the mistake? Were you dancing so close that when you looked down you went oops look what accidentally got stuck in me?" "Danny, it was just..." she sobbed, "I was drunk! I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened." "Don't know what happened? It's pretty simple. I'm sure Marge told you about the birds and the bees. That's when the guy puts his thingy in your thingy. Of course after you're married, there's not supposed to be any other guy's thingy in there other than your husband's!" "Please, Danny, I'm sorry. It'll never happen again." "Danny," her father interceded. "I know this seems really, really bad." I started to respond but he put up his hand and continued. "All right, I know it is that bad," he continued. "But it was a one-time thing. Son, I know you two can get through this. You're strong enough to be able to forgive her for this." "Well, Mr. Thomas, I don't know if I could get past a one-time thing or not. But this isn't a one-time thing, is it, Lisa?" I watched her face turn even paler as I turned back to my father. "It seems your daughter was such a thoughtful big sister at Stephanie's bachelorette party that she took it upon herself to show her little sister the proper way to give a blowjob. Apparently Stephanie was a quick learner. "I received a great video earlier this week. Surprising how good cell phone videos are nowadays. It might not be porn site quality but it was good enough to make out the Thomas sisters giving two male strippers a couple of killer blowjobs!" Lisa buried her face in her hands. "Oh gawd..." she moaned. "I wonder if Mike knows? Not the part about her giving great blowjobs, after a weeklong honeymoon cruise, I'm sure he already knows that. I'm talking about the stripper part of the story. Somebody should tell him don't you think? I mean he'll believe that string of crap, it was a one-time mistake, won't he?" Phil and Marge were now as pale as their daughter. Lisa's sobs punctuated the eerily silent room. I'll admit what happened next surprised me. I figured that little revelation, concerning the strippers, would put an end of this meeting. I was wrong. First I was surprised she'd been able to stay quiet as long as she did. Next I thought she'd try to do damage control and try to guilt me into staying in the marriage. Well at least until I screwed up and then Lisa could publicly divorce me. That was my mistake... I thought. Seems the dragon believed the best defense was a good offense, so she attacked! "You sanctimonious turd," she growled. "You sit there acting so smug and innocent." "Margaret, please," Phil pleaded. "No! I'm not going let this little piss ant threaten to blackmail this family. Especially when I've got proof he's as guilty as Lisa!" To say there was a stunned silence by everyone in the room would've been an understatement. Then she began digging in that backpack she calls a purse. Moments later, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of his hat, she produced a small manila envelope. To be honest I was a little disappointed that she didn't yell Ta-Dah! "Here, choke on this!" she snarled, throwing the envelope at me. "Inside you'll find pictures of your car, outside the Roadside Motel last month when you were supposed to be in Chicago on a business trip. There are also copies of the motel registration. My mother gasped and squeezed my hand. "Using the name John Smith wasn't very original," Marge smirked as she continued, "but the attendant logged your license plate number." Lisa kept her face buried in her hands and sobbed. Marge wrapped her arms around her, trying to console her. "It's okay, honey," she cooed softly. "Mama took care of it. I told all the women at the church two weeks ago. I'm sure most people around town know about it by now. When they hear what happened at the reception they'll know it was because he cheated first. What's good for the goose is good for the gander." I was shocked at how calm I was on the outside. Inside my heart was trying to breakthrough my chest while my brain screamed at me to slay the dragon. Maybe I was in shock. I looked through the contents of the package and then gave it to my mother. I noticed she had tears forming in her eyes. I gently patted her hand and smiled. "Well, Marge," I stated calmly as I turned my attention back to the beast. "Before you plan on your own little CSI episode, you might want to brush up on your detective skills. "That Chicago business trip was actually a training seminar my company sent me to in order to get certified. I have about thirty other attendees that can vouch that I was at every boring session for all four days. "While I was out of town we put Lisa's car in the shop for some maintenance repairs. Want to guess whose vehicle she drove while it was in the shop? "Another little piece of information that you'll find interesting. Do you remember the names of the people who work with Lisa down at the Southside Medical Clinic? "Come on, Marge! Surely you remember Doctor Sammy? Well his full name is Doctor Samuel Jonathan Smith!" "But," my father sputtered. "He's older than I am!" "Yeah, seems your little girl has daddy issues to go along with some latent slut tendencies. Good luck with counseling." "Danny?" Lisa whispered. "Yeah I know," I snapped at her. "It was only a one time." I stood and looked at the trio sitting on my couch. I didn't think I could hold it together much longer so I needed this to be over quickly. "I think we've pretty much said everything that needed to be said. It's time for you all to leave." Phil stood and helped Lisa to her feet. Marge remained sitting, frozen. I thought at first maybe she was having a seizure or maybe even a stroke, but no such luck. She gathered herself and stood. Staring at me straight in the eyes, she gave me a parting shot. "I expected better from you, Daniel." "And I expected nothing less from you, Marge. You acted just like the self-righteous, hypocritical bitch that you are. Now get the hell out of my apartment." She left angry, but at least she left. Phil surprised me by giving me big hug before he chased after her. That only left Lisa. When she looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes, puffy from crying and so full of pain, I couldn't stop my own eyes from watering. "Danny, I can't tell you how ashamed I am," she said softly. "I'm so sorry." "Not half as sorry as I am, Lisa. I'm sorry I wasted my love on someone like you." She sobbed and ran out the door. As I closed the door behind her, my emotions overwhelmed me. I rested my head on the door and fought a losing battle, trying to hold back the tears. The simple fact was I loved the lying, cheating whore and she'd hurt me like I'd never been hurt before. I still didn't know why she'd cheated but then even knowing the reason wouldn't have changed the fact my marriage was dead. I knew my pain, anger and depression weren't going to go away anytime soon. My mother came over and hugged me. "You okay?" she said softly. "No," I whispered. "And I won't be for a while. But I'll get there." "You know, your dad would've been proud of how you handled that. Do you know what you're going to do now?" I nodded. "Yeah, there's really not much to split up so I think I'll take Marge's advice and go for maximum embarrassment. I'll have Lisa served as they're leaving their church on Sunday. I'll also see if I can sue the good doctor and his clinic. Even if I can't win, I'll make sure he's served at work. That should cause a scene." "What about Mike and Stephanie?" "Mom, if someone sent that video to me there's a good chance they sent it to Mike as well. Even if they didn't, he needs to know. Maybe they can work through it. I hope they can. If they do, maybe it'll stop any future cheating and their marriage will last longer than the three years mine did. I'll email Stephanie and tell her she's got a week to tell him herself before I do." She looked at me and smirked. "You're just like your dad," she said, shaking her head. "Too bad he couldn't have at least heard our meeting." She smiled innocently and reached for her purse. Opening it, she pulled out a micro recorder. "He asked me to record it so he could hear it when I got home. You know it almost killed him not being here today. He was disappointed when you asked him not to come. He understood, but I still think it hurt his feelings." "Well it looks like I'll have plenty of time to make it up to him since most of my future plans are now in the toilet." I slowly shook my head and sighed. "I feel like I've wasted five years of my life." "No," she said softly, "not wasted. You just learned some very painful lessons. Hopefully you'll use it to make your next marriage even stronger." "Next marriage?" I snorted. "I'm not sure I'll ever trust another woman enough to marry her." She stepped back and smiled at me. "Honey you're twenty-seven. It will take a long time but you'll find some lucky girl who will be special enough for you to try again." "My mom," I chuckled, "the eternal optimist." She reached up and kissed my cheek. "I have to be, I'm still expecting some grand babies out of you!" We both laughed. The sound of our laughter reassured me... I'd be happy again... someday.