I stupidly followed Beard boy from the centre of town to the residential area. He pulled into a side street, I parked in the street over and waited. He walked back to my car and told me to follow him, again he tried reaching out for my hand. I pulled away.
He led me down the side street to an open garage with his bike sitting inside.
Beard boy hit the lights and walked me upstairs to his apartment. It was a mess, much like his life. He mumbled something about the mess and opened the sliding door to the balcony. Meet Dogma..the cutest mixed breed behemoth dog I’ve ever met. I don’t actually remember being tackled to the ground but I remember being on the floor, giggling like an idiot while getting puppy kisses.
“So..your at my house…I don’t really let people up here…or to meet Dogma”
“Cool story. Stop wasting time.”
“Can we talk in my room…Dogma is settling in for the night..”
“Make it quick.”
He led me into the mess that was apparently his bedroom. Clothes all over the floor to the point he couldn’t properly open the bedroom door. I vaguely remember asking if I was going to catch the clap. He sat down on the left hand side of the bed and patted the right. I sat at the end of the bed and crossed my legs.
“Five minutes starts now.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you. I screwed up.”
“No, you royally fucked up.”
“Yes. I did. Majorly. I want to try and fix this.”
“Bit late for that.”
“No. I’m going home now.”
I was grabbed and pulled by my waist towards the headboard.
He started to sob, the tears hit my cheeks before he broke down crying into my chest. He mumbled sorry over and over.
“Please..listen….I like you so much I should’ve told you about everything…she should’ve left earlier. I want you and I want to fight for you.”
I started crying. I tried to subtly wipe the tears away but he noticed. He sat up and pulled me into his chest and we both sat there sobbing. He kissed my forehead and started rubbing my back.
“What do you want to do?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t know…”
“Well…is there any spark left?”
Continuing to cry I think answered the question. I was disgusted with myself. This man had played me, ruined my body countless times and messed with my emotions, yet I still felt a spark.
He kissed my head and then my lips. All of my anxiety, frustration and hurt melted away. I had no dignity left so why should I give a fuck?
I appled minimal pressure to his lips, before I knew it my clothes were ripped off and his head was between my legs.
We fooled around for hours. He watched me while I masturbated, occasionally pushing my hands away to replace them with his mouth. He mumbled something about wishing he had eaten me out sooner…he liked how sweet I tasted.
He came, I didn’t. He lied in bed recovering, while I pulled my underwear on. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest.
“I have to go.”
“Stay…just a little longer..please?”
I stayed until he started snoring. Threw my clothes on and went back to my aunts house.
I woke up the next morning to a text sent at 3am.
“Can you come back tonight?”