It was dark outside I remember, but still day time. Possibly mid day, it must have been raining. It’s hard to remember now when all I can really recall is that small room.
The room was a lounge with a sofa that was blue and white, the sofa was right in the middle of the room. Big windows with cheap netting across them to the left. A door to the main bedroom straight ahead. The door had a hole in it, from when Tim had punched it in an angry drunk and drug fuelled moment. Then a door to the kitchen and small bedroom at the other side. The flat was normally filled with people, laughing, joking, playing music, drinking, smoking and snorting drugs. This huge big party atmosphere.
But today, for right now, it was mine.
Mine and Brians.
We were getting ready to leave; Brian was taking me to the train station. I was going to my friend’s birthday party. It would be the first time in 4 weeks that Brian and I would be apart. I was excited, looking forward to catching up with my friends to tell them all about my latest adventure. To tell them I’d found my soul mate and that I was getting married to a man 20 years older than me. Not thinking that they would be anything other than pleased for me.
I came into the lounge, singing. Something was wrong.
Brian was sat on that sofa in a cloud of smoke. Looking down at the floor, elbows on his knees, avoiding eye contact.
“What’s wrong?”
No response.
“Hey, baby. Everything ok?” I said as I approached the sofa, leaning down to him to get his attention.
“Nothing, everything is fine.” Still no eye contact. Everything was not fine.
“What’s happened? Why are you so down?” I was beginning to worry.
Long pause. I moved closer and lifted his chin so he would have to look me in the eyes.
He looked at me. “It’s you.” He said.
I sat next to him on my knees on the sofa. “What’s me?” I couldn’t comprehend.
He looked away. “You’re leaving me.” Was all he said by way of explanation.
“What do you mean? I’m coming back.”
“You won’t want to, once you go, you won’t want to come back…”
Then it dawned on me.
“You’re worried I won’t come back? Are you insane?!” He was still looking at his hands having finished his cigarette. I put my left leg over him so that I was now straddling him. I bent down and kissed him. His kisses were amazing, electricity coursed through my body with every single kiss he ever gave me. “I’ll never leave you” I said looking him in the eyes and kissing him again. “You’re mine.”
We kissed again, I took off my t-shirt and he kissed my neck and breasts. I took his top off and returned the favour. He then undid my bra skilfully whilst nibbling my neck. I then stood up to take off my jeans and he slipped his down, exposing his beautiful dick hard and ready. I then sat down again on him straight away; I didn’t want or need foreplay. I wanted him inside me and I wanted it now. We looked in each others eyes and moved together, doing the same thing we’d already done twice that day and several times every other day for four weeks. Every time it felt like the first time. Every time it felt that that was where he belonged, where I belonged. Our bodies moving in sync with one another, my sweat becoming his sweat. Until eventually I closed my eyes and could feel myself coming, he knew this. I gave out a gasp of immense pleasure and we came together.
After composing myself, I kissed him, looked him in the eye and whispered, “I’ll never leave you”.
