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Uncaged

... for some idiotic reason, his words comforted her like a lover’s caress. She clamped her pussy hard around his cock, trying to make him finish, until at last she felt his come spurting deep inside her. He pushed her hard against the wall as he thrust a few more times, emptying himself completely. He rested his weight against her, his cock still deep inside her. Isla nudged her legs closer together and he stepped back, his cock slipping free from her snatch. She felt his hands tug her skirt down, letting it drop and cover her. There were fumbling sounds of his zipper and belt buckle and she hastily buttoned her blouse up. Something that felt like guilt was trying to surface in her stomach but she pushed it back, wanting to ride the high for as long as possible. “I’m kind of glad I missed that bus,” Heath said when she turned to look at him. There was an uncomfortably awkward silence, the kind that comes when reality slaps you in the face. “I don’t know what to say,” Isla said. Her conscience forced Jeff back into her mind and her stomach felt almost sick with anxiety. “Don’t say anything,” Heath said and he picked up their bags and followed her out of the alley. “I was being serious with what I said earlier. It’s easier than you think to start a new life.” Isla stared at him. His fingertips brushed a smudge of dirt from her forehead. “You don’t even have to think about it,” he continued. “Nothing’s the same anymore. Even the life you thought you liked is gone. It’s actually ...

... fairer on both of you.” The last bus of the day pulled up and they climbed on board. “I don’t know what’s real anymore,” Isla said finally. “I don’t want to hurt him. But it’s inevitable.” “Sometimes you have to be selfish,” Heath said softly. “I’ll wait for you.” “What? But you’re going… wherever.” “Come with me,” he said, like it was obvious. “How?” He shook his head at her. “What do you mean, ‘how’? You know the airport, right?” “Yeah. It’s so close to my place, I always think the planes are going to knock the roof off.” Heath smiled. “I’ll wait until ten o’clock. If you want to come, come. If you don’t, don’t.” “The airport’s a big place,” Isla said. “I’ll be… next to that statue. Mayor Will Full? You know where that is, right?” Isla nodded. The bus pulled up at the stop two blocks from her apartment and she stood up. She opened her mouth to say something then closed it again because there was nothing to say. She picked up her bag and purse and walked off the bus on steadier legs than she expected. She didn’t look back. It was almost dark by now and she half-ran the distance to her apartment block, her heart thumping in her ears. She didn’t know what she was going to do, even as she took the stairs up to her and Jeff’s flat. Maybe they’d have a fight over how late she was and then her decision would be easier. She checked the time. All in all, she was just over an hour late. One hour didn’t seem sufficient enough for all that had happened. She found herself lingering outside ...