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This chapter picks up where chapter 2 leaves off.
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…So we were now an item! I was in fullon puppylove mode. I use the expression “puppylove” specifically because my lack of experience and the lack of maturity or understanding on both our parts really affected the relationship negatively in the long run. But for now, we had both just put on our rosetinted sunglasses and the world was looking wonderful! Now that we were finished sneaking around (except for the sleepovers), we were ready to do the precise opposite of sneaking around: we started having in public and in situations where we could get caught!
It was Christmas time and our families got together at her mom’s house for the holidays. I drove separately from my parents because, as a relatively new driver, driving made me feel super manly and cool. Plus, I could blast Slayer songs rather than listening to some awful 70’s music at a sensible volume with my parents arguing over it. When I arrived, Delilah was wearing tight blue jeans, a black ziphoodie zipped all the way up, and a green Santa hat with goofy elf ears attached to it. The fact that we were dating was no secret, so we knew that, to some extent, all eyes were on us. Our siblings were watching us, our parents were watching us and we felt like everyone else was watching us. It was as if we were going to run off and fuck if someone took their eyes off us! A truly unfair assumption!
As soon as she could get me alone, she pounced on me. I went to take out a bag of trash after it had gotten dark. I don’t know when or how she left the house, I just know that when I got to where the trash cans were, she was right there, waiting for me in the dark, like a creep. She handed me a leash, which was attached to a chokechain, which was around her neck. Stunned, I took the chain and dropped the trash bag. She turned around, lowered her pants, spread her asscheeks and told me to, “Hurry up, fuck me in the ass, quick!”
Before bothering to process what was just said to me or the disbelief it inspired, I quickly took my dick out, spit in my hand, rubbed it on my dickhead and rammed it up her asshole. She grabbed onto the trash can as I fucked her as quick as I could, trying to cum before someone came out an caught us. The fact that she kept repeatedly whispering “Pull the chain as hard as you can” and “Cum inside my asshole,” didn’t hurt. At last, our mission was accomplished as I filled her asshole with hot cum. As I emptied my balls inside her, I was afraid someone would hear her moaning, because she was louder than before. But no one did. And when she slid her asshole off my cock, replaced it with her mouth and jerked the rest of the cum out of me, I was sure we would get caught. But we didn’t.
She caught the cum dribbling out of her anus with her hand as she sucked me off. I heard faint fart noises as she tried to squeeze out every drop. Then she stood up, keeping her eye contact with me, and slurped it from her hand loudly. At this point, I was sure she wanted us to get caught. I’m sure if we did, whoever it was that caught us might have been puzzled to find us making out by the garbage cans in the dark with her fat ass hanging out of her pants and my cock out.
As our relationship grew, our behavior continued to escalate. We had at friends houses. We had in cars parked ANYWHERE. We actually broke into a car once to have inside it (we didn’t break in, it was unlocked). We fucked behind restaurants and department stores. We fucked in gas station bathrooms. We fucked on a bus. We fucked on a train. If we had the money to fly at the time, we would have fucked on the plane. The itself didn’t get much more depraved than it already was at this point. I mean, she already had me sucking my own sperm out of her asshole! I suppose the only escalation was the fact that, after a certain point, we were doing this CONSTANTLY. If we were having at all, my cock was in her ass, my cock came inside her ass and I put my tongue in her ass afterwords (and of course beforehand) to suck it out. It didn’t even gross me out anymore. Something about the fact that I used to find it gross and gay made it more exciting to do now. And if we weren’t doing that, she was tongue my ass…publicly! Either way, someone’s mouth and tongue was making ual contact with someone’s asshole. We both became obsessed. We stopped having vaginal for the most part, without even thinking about it or ever speaking about it.
But a major difference stood between the two of us from the very beginning. As interested as I was in all this crazy stuff, beneath that I had a traditionally romantic (sometimes toxic romantic) side that seemed to be getting lost. For Valentine’s Day, I got us this fancy hotel by the beach, complete with a romantic (and expensive) dinner, chocolates, flowers, the whole nine yards, just for her and she didn’t even really react to it. She showed her teeth but didn’t really smile. Her shoulders slumped as she took the flowers, set them on the floor beside the bed and proceeded to fuck my brains out without looking at me. Afterwords, I realized things had gotten weird.
There was something going on with her, but she didn’t want to talk about it. And by the time I thought to ask about it, it was too late. She would spend a lot of time staring out windows silently and giving me oneword answers. Whatever happened, it was no longer about us. It was about her. I wanted to explore all the weird stuff WITH HER, whereas she just wanted to explore all the weird stuff. And even that started to become less frequent between us.
Regardless of how much she assured me that I had the best cock on the planet, ever, one thing I could not give her was QUANTITY. And, little did I know because we never talked about it, quantity was something she was very interested in. I don’t think her goal was to hurt my feelings but at the same time, I don’t think she cared either. She started hanging out with other guys a lot more, which didn’t sit well with me. I was very vocal about this and would regularly say the wrong things to try to resolve it. The more possessive I was, the more she did it. And then she started sleeping over less often. And then she started going days without answering my calls, which hurt me deeply.
The other thing I didn’t have was money. Young Delilah couldn’t hold a job worth a fuck because she was always getting in punch ups with her female coworkers which were never her fault according to her. She was acting out in a lot of ways and after she got kicked out of her mom’s house, she moved a lot of her stuff into my box (the small room my dad built for me inside his garage), in which she lived in secret because now, my mom didn’t want her around at all. Delilah knew that she could fuck older guys with more money than me and have a real place to stay, so that’s what she was going to do. She would be spending the night with some guy, meanwhile all her shit was taking up more than half the space in my tiny room.
It ended when this guy Todd showed up at my house to pick her up. I knew Todd as a friend of a group of friends who I never liked much. He was one of those guys who acted like he was Scarface because he sold weed out of his mom’s house. She and I were already arguing when I heard his noisy ass pickup truck pull up outside my parents house. I thought she’d at least gotten a guy who had a studio apartment!
“Really Delilah? Todd?? You told Todd he could just pull up to my parents’ house???”
She glared at me for a second and then shook her head as she began to walk past me. “I’m sorry .” She took off the gold necklace I had given her for Valentines Day and put it on my desk as she walked out.
“Sorry?” I said. “Wait, wait. Come get your bullshit out of here. I don’t want you to come back!”
As she got into his truck, she turned back to me and said, “I don’t need any of that shit. I can get whatever I want!”
She got in, slammed the door and they took off. And that was it. Funny how quickly someone can go from being a lifelong friend to being some cunt whose belongings I was burning in a barbecue.
I cried for at least a month. I thought about all the memories we had and the fact that our families were connected and the fact that we seemed so perfect for each other. How could this have happened? How did we end up here? What did I do wrong? I was truly heartbroken for the first time.
And then, late one night, I was thinking about all the cheating she had done. I realized she’d probably been eating those guy’s asses too and then kissing me, which disgusted me.
…and then it made me really horny…
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