Confessions of a West Palm Slut (Chapter 26)

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I never got a chance to show Donnell.  I had practiced more in anticipation but he stopped answering my phone calls and text messages.  I was devastated.  Depressed.  Heartbroken.  Even though we knew each other for a short time I missed him.  Did he find out I had a boyfriend?  Did he not think I was pretty?  I had to find out and I did.Robbie came into the bar two weeks later on a Monday night and his presence shook me to my core.  I had hoped to see Donnell with him but Robbie had come alone.“What did I do wrong?” I asked him.“All I know is Courtney told Donnell to stay away from you.  That you were catching feelings and becoming obsessed.  She said if Donnell didn’t want no ‘Fatal Instinct’ situation, he needed to avoid you at all costs.  She told him you were crazy.”I broke down and cried while working.  Thank goodness it was near the end of my shift.  I was depressed and fuming.  What gave Courtney the right?!  How could she do this to me?  This was the last straw.  I wasn’t sure what to do bahis şirketleri but she could bet it wouldn’t be pretty.  I sent Jimmy a text message asking to come over.  I told him I needed blow but I really just needed to release all this anger and tension and he always had a way of helping me with that. It was around four-thirty in the morning when I arrived at Jimmy’s.  He was watching television by himself in the living room.  A bag of cocaine sat on the glass table with three lines already cut.  I sat next to him and quickly made one disappear.  “Good stuff, right?” Jimmy nodded.“Yes.  Good stuff,” I replied.  I expected Jimmy to grab my tits as he normally did when I came over but his eyes and focus never left the television.  I waited another thirty minutes and then snorted another line.  Jimmy stood up and walked to his bedroom door.  “Make sure to lock up once you’re done here.”And with that he walked in his room and shut the door.  My self-esteem shot even lower.  Now I couldn’t even get bahis firmaları Jimmy to fuck me.  My brain jumped from anger at Courtney to thoughts of how ugly I must be.  I was frustrated – emotionally and sexually.I spent over two hours alone at Jimmy’s.  Sitting in the dark.  Skiing by myself.  By the time I got home it was past seven in the morning.  Courtney’s car was already gone.  If she hadn’t gone to work I would have tried to send her to the hospital.  I had had enough of her.I went up to my room and took off my shirt and bra and then my shorts.  I looked at myself in the full length mirror hanging on the back of my door.  I was wearing only panties and I turned slightly to check out my butt. I tried to cheer myself up, whispering compliments about each part of my body.  It helped a little but I still had too much anger inside me.  I changed into a long T-shirt I had stolen from my ex-boyfriend, walked downstairs and curled up on the sofa in the living room.  After an hour of channel kaçak bahis siteleri surfing, the door to Courtney’s bedroom opened.  I thought she was gone but now I was ready to fight.I sat up but It wasn’t Courtney.  Mark had apparently slept here last night and was just now waking up.  He was wearing a T-shirt and red boxer shorts.  He grabbed a water out of the fridge and sat down on the sofa.I had no reason to be angry with him but I was.  He was an extension of Courtney.  He was complicit.  They had the seemingly perfect relationship.  One that I wanted but was struggling to obtain.  He finally broke the ice.“I don’t agree with what Courtney did.  I told her to mind her business.”“Well she didn’t and now I’m here alone.”“Did you and Derek break up?”“No, why?”“You’ve sucked Donnell’s dick for two weeks straight. I figured you two broke up.  You’re wild girl,” Mark said with the shake of his head.  With that, he laid back on the sofa, adjusting himself in his boxers as he did so.“Don’t do that,” I said, my eyes catching his and then looking down at his hand resting on the bulge in his pants.  His eyes returned to the television but mine stayed focused on him.  Analyzing him.  His short stocky muscles.  His thick red lips.  

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