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I catch Don's eye when I notice your tone, as if wondering with him what had happened. He shrugs, and I tell him to make sure Boss Hogg handles the grates before he leaves and I follow you out the door, already several steps behind you, as you move rather quickly. I catch up to you, and reach to take your hand. "I think we had a great night," I say. "Our margins should be high."
 
I take your hand and squeeze it fiercely. "Absolutely," I say, a bit softer now. "It was a good night."
 
"Yes, I'm fine, and no, not Riley," I say quietly. I don't want to start a fight. I give a warm smile and squeeze your hand. "Just been a long day."
 
I walk home with you and notice you to be a little cold. You go inside, change into some pajamas, and get in bed before I have a chance to get upstairs. Taking you at your word that maybe you're just tired, I change into some boxers and climb into bed next to you. I pull you to me and roll you to your back and lean in to kiss you.
 
I begin to kiss you and suddenly peel your shorts off, leaving your little top in place. I slide off my boxers and quickly, firmly slide my cock into your tight pussy, but as I start fucking you in the darkness, I say very little. "Oh, god yeah, girl," I say, quickly getting into a rhythm. "God, girl your body feels amazing," I groan. This goes on for sometime, and there is not one "little one," or "baby girl." As I fuck your hard, little body, my mind is thinking about the smooth firmness of the girl at the bar tonight.
 
I notice that change in behavior and decided not to give you satisfaction. I just lay there, crying softly. I was hurt, and I knew what had happened.
 
I fuck you until I am finished and then collapse over you, before noticing that you are sniffling, perhaps sobbing. "Baby, are you crying?" I ask. "What's the matter. Did I hurt you?"
 
I give a small nod, not bothering to hide it. "Yes, yes you did," I say. I curl up away from you. "You were thinking that I was another girl. . . The girl you were talking to tonight. . ."
 
"Do NOT lie to me, Reece!" I snap. I look at you, tears streaming down my face. "I saw the way you were looking at her, the way you were talking to her. Do not play dumb with me, because I can see, and besides, there was no 'baby girl' or 'little one' during that sex." I get up and shove my shorts back on before stalking off down to the kitchen to make myself some cocoa.
 
"What?!" I say again. "Who? Courtney?! She was asking me about hosting a function at the bar, Lynn!" I protest as I follow you downstairs. "And 'baby girl? What are you talking about?!"
 
"You ALWAYS call me baby girl or little one during sex," I sob. "There was none of that tonight, and yeah, uh huh, and you didn't care to mention to her that you have a fiancee?" I nearly break the mug with the force I had put it down with, and I stalk over to the fridge to grab the milk.
 
"Do NOT get mad at me! She SAW you kiss me." I shake my head. "Are you being serious right now? I cannot believe this." I storm upstairs and a few minutes later, you see me carrying some pillows downstairs and toward the clubroom. "This is bullshit."
 
"Amen to that, brother!" I snap, crying. "I wasn't going to mention it until your performance in the bedroom. Fucking men. . ." I run upstairs and fling myself up onto bed, my cocoa abandoned, and continue to cry, rather loudly too. "WHY CAN'T YOU BE HONEST?!"

I'm exhausted by this point, but I continue to remain awake, sobbing.
 
"The performance where I was fucking YOU?!" I shout behind you before going to the clubroom to sleep there.
 
I cry myself to sleep, not responding to you.

The next morning, I wake up early and get ready for school and dash out the door before you even see me, my eyes puffy and red from crying.

After class, I call Stacy and ask if I can have some girl time with her, and she agreed. Don texted me, reminding me I work tonight, and I reply, saying I'll be there at 5, when my shift started.

Once with Stacy, I tell her the story and begin to bawl again, and she assured me, telling me that you still loved me, and that you were just being a guy. Comforted a couple hours later, I return home, change, and go to the bar and begin working, coldly and methodically, just to keep face.
 
I come over and put my arm around you, pulling you to me and kissing your temple. "Hey," I say, softly. "How was your day?" I ask, earnestly trying to break the ice from the night before.
 
Having calmed down and taking this better than last night I nod and smile softly. "It was good, and yours?" I ask.
 
"Wanted to go to the library before class," I say. "Light reading." I find your hand, squeeze it, and trace "I'm sorry" on it, showing you that yes, I was still upset about last night but I should've brought it up differently and I was sorry.
 
I smile at you, but before I can say anything, the phone at the hostess stand buzzes and you answer it. It's Don from the kitchen.

"Lynn, is Reece up there? There's a Courtney on the phone trying to reach him about something."
 
I look at you. "Yes, he's here, I'll have him go to the office," I say. "Thanks, Don." I hang up. "Courtney's trying to get ahold of you," I tell you.
 
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