Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... and me forever."

"Damn, woman, I'm hearing a lot of I, I, I," I snarled. "What's that old saying, 'there's no I in team. Well, there's also no I in us. But I guess if you do this, there won't be an us anymore.

"You're telling me it will be just you and me forever if I let you do this... but what about the next time we want to have a kid. Same thing? Either way, it's not going to happen... in this lifetime. Do you see a lobotomy scar on my forehead?"

"I wasn't asking for your permission, Q. I don't need your permission," she emphasized. "I was informing you of what was going to happen. I'm a big girl. I get to decide with whom I share my body.

"This won't affect who we are once you get past your ego."

"Not my ego, babe. I would have to get past your incredible selfishness before I had to worry about getting past my ego," I rasped. "Maybe I should go find the same kind of fun as you..."

She looked like I slapped her. The superior bitch attitude she had given me minutes before was gone, and she suddenly didn't seem so sure of herself.

She reached for her phone and texted me my Cubs ticket for the night.

"You take the car and I'll catch an Uber to where I'm heading," she said, realizing, apparently, that I just wasn't that kind of person.

I shook my head in exasperation, gathered my keys and phone and left the room, never looking back. I can only assume she thought I was heading to the baseball game like an obedient soon-to-be cuckold.

Instead of ...

... watching the Cubs live, I listened to the game on the radio as I drove home. Pat Hughes and crew were in fine voice as the Cubbies won another. I really didn't have a plan, other than getting far away from Vivian. It's crushing when your perception of someone takes a divergent route from reality.

Vivian Langer was working as a teller at my bank when I went in to cash my first paycheck with the national transportation firm by which I had just been hired. She had only been at the bank for two weeks, having recently been hired herself after majoring in finance in college.

I was third in her line so I had a chance to notice the short blonde with the green eyes and what looked like a large chest hiding under her expensive-looking blouse. She seemed to be able to hold a short conversation with her customers while doing whatever tasks they had asked her before it was my turn at her window.

"You know, your employer can direct deposit your check electronically so you can avoid these lines every Friday," she said to me with a bright smile.

I did, in fact, know this, as the company payroll director had informed me when I was hired, but I'm one of those old-school types who like to get their check in their hands. I had worked for my father as a kid in the summers, and he didn't have the electronic capability, so I got used to actually cashing my checks. I was very comfortable with old school, in this case. Besides...

"Yeah, but if I did that, then I wouldn't have a reason to ...