Deborah: Closure - Sex Stories

Deborah: Closure

... could. ‘She was coming out of one of those apartments just out of town, those one’s we went past a few days ago. She’s living there now.’ ‘Is she?’ ‘Yeh. She’s working as well. Seemed okay, a bit distant, but she was always a bit of an odd one.’ ‘Yeh, suppose she was.’ ‘Anyway, just thought I’d let you know.’ ‘Yeh.’ My mind started to wander for a moment. ‘I wonder how she’s really doing…’ ‘Did you see which number it was she was living at?’ I knew it would be dangerous to get involved with her again after all this time, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to piss, but I waited for Rene to reply. ‘Errrr, seven, I think. Yes it was seven. Why?’ ‘Oh, just curious. I knew someone who lived there before and…just curious.’ Thoughts of Deborah’s naked body had started bouncing around in my head. I felt my cock stirring, but that was mainly to do with me still needing to piss. ‘Back in a sec.’ I was in the bathroom for no more than a minute, but in that time I had resolved that I was going to see her again. I had to. Was I going to fuck her again? That was less clear. - ‘So….how’ve you been doing?’ I had gone to the apartment the next night, making up some tit and bull story about seeing one of my old mates that had known my dad from years ago and wanted to give their condolences. Deborah had answered the door and said nothing, just standing in the doorway with a look on her face that told me she had been expecting me to show up but would have given anything if I hadn’t. ...

... Eventually she had stood back and let me in. ‘Okay.’ she said matter of factly. ‘Just okay? I heard it was a pretty bad break up.’ ‘I’m fine.’ ‘You sure?’ ‘I’m fine!’ she said, a bit more forcefully than I would have expected. ‘Alright, alright, calm down. So have you seen Anthony since?’ ‘No.’ ‘No chance of you getting back together, then?’ ‘No.’ ‘That’s a shame, you were good as a couple.’ ‘No we weren’t.’ ‘No? I always thought you were.’ ‘No, you didn’t.’ ‘Look, Deborah, I….’ ‘It was your fault, you know. I was fine until you started messing with me.’ ‘Me messing with you? It was you who had all those weird fantasies about sleep sex! Remember? Getting pissed and practically begging me for a shag?’ ‘I was drunk! I didn’t know what was going on!’ ‘Bollocks! That’s complete bollocks! You told me afterwards that you planned it that way!’ ‘Yeh…well…I didn’t.’ ‘Didn’t what?’ ‘I didn’t plan it that way.’ ‘You’ll have to do better than that.’ ‘Alright! I thought that if I…if I told you how much I enjoyed it, you might…you know…’ ‘What?’ ‘You might…not think I was a complete psycho or something…’ ‘So you’re telling me you did something crazy, then tried to make it look as though you planned it so it didn’t seem crazy?’ ‘Sort of, yeah.’ ‘And what about the other time? Telling me “do my arsehole next”. What was that about?’ ‘That was different. I actually was asleep and I thought the whole thing was a dream. I only realised it wasn’t when I woke up with your cum all over me. Do you think I ...