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I go up and get the muscle cream and come back down and sit you up a little bit and start gently circling it on your ribs, humming softly.
 
I stretch and wince as you rub you hands over me, occasionally turning my head to kiss you. "Mmmm," I moan. "I should do this more often."
 
"Don't," I warn with a teasing smile. I then move down to your knee and begin gently putting the cream on your knee, keeping my cheek next to yours.
 
"You are staying home," I inform you. "At least for today. I am not fixing you up so things can get worse. So STAY"
 
"There is no way I will have a gimp," I say, trying to force my leg to a full stretch, struggling, wincing, and groaning.
 
"Are you positive?" I ask archly. I get ntly return your leg to the original position. "Riley's closing early. You can go in tomorrow IF you can walk on two legs without me helping. Capiche?"
 
I ignore the daggers until its time for dinner, where I make you a nice steak and mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables. I sit it down in front of you and look at you. "There you go, love," I say.
 
"Thanks," I say, only marginally grateful. I do, however consume the food quickly and you can tell I enjoy it immensely. It strikes me that I haven't had a cooked meal in a while and this is really nice. My irritation at my knee and not being at the bar wins the day, however. In addition, I get petulant and pushy. Perhaps more than wanting sex, I want to exert my control over something, since my girlfriend can't have rough sex, my bar can't be run from my couch, and I can't even walk. "Baby, I want a blowjob," I say, abruptly and a bit out of character, perhaps wanting to take things out on someone, and you happen to be the only one here.
 
"In a little bit," I say softly, working on cleaning the kitchen when you say this. I wasn't pleased with your attitude, although I understood it. Which of course meant I was going to put up with it only for a little bit and my patience was running out.
 
"Now, please," I say sternly, very much knowing I'm pressing my luck, and gambling that maybe you'll say yes and I can feel like I can reassert my control over my life by fucking your pretty mouth. At the same time, I was entering a dark place that I sometimes went, and I knew it.
 
"I said in a little bit, baby," I say firmly. I am washing the counters so the kitchen would be truly clean. "Just relax, love." I was being far more patient about this than I should, but that was me.
 
"Baby, I said now, please," I saw, emphasizing the word now, and being terse. "Whatever you're doing can wait. This can't."
 
"Its becoming a 'no' the more I hear you whine and beg," I say, becoming a little irritated. "It can most certainly wait, Reece, now behave." I cover the leftovers and put them in the fridge before looking at you with my arms crossed.
 
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