Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... being on-stage. Slow and deep in and out through my nose. As I calmed down, I slowly rose and got my feet on the floor. The rays were painting stripes on my head, and my eyes were blinking from the direct contact. I needed some Advil.

I put on shorts and a white T-shirt. My lazy Sunday uniform. Why change it now? I got up, ambled to the bathroom for the Advil, went back to the fridge, and opened one of the home wrecker's beers. It was cold and bitter. I popped the four Advil's in my mouth and downed the beer with one big swig. In seconds, my head was happy. My stomach, not so much. I was hungry but knew food would not be part of my life for a while. I would eat the bare minimum that was needed. I knew the drinking would have to stop, but not today. I put on coffee as the plan was to alternate between beer and joe until the afternoon. I got my phone, and sadly, I hadn't received any texts or messages. The silence was in keeping with my mood. The phone was in low battery mode. I had forgotten to plug it in, but then I had to face the Futon again. The charger was on the table beside the scene of the crime. At least the demons were gone. I couldn't go there yet, so I got a charger from my knapsack and plugged my phone in by my desk.

It was then that I noticed it was a bright and beautiful day. As the sun rose, it drenched the entire loft in brilliant sunlight. By eleven AM, there was not a cloud in the sky. No wind, just blue sky. The contradiction of the day and my ...

... current state of mind made me instantly angry. Denial was still in play, but the phantom of anger had come to save me. I sat there and drank coffee, angry. Smoked a spliff, angry. Drank a beer, angry. I could not believe how good it felt. Then my phone buzzed on my desk. That made me angry. I stomped over the desk, and it was a text from Melissa.

"Can I come over?"

I just held the phone and stared at the text. My anger was gone in an instant, and I was consumed by the overwhelming emotion. Of how deeply I loved this woman. I started to deny that I was heartbroken. Then deny I was jealous of her new boyfriend. She was young; she should be free. Then, the anger came back to save me.

I texted, "If you want, no one is stopping you!"

I paused, trying to hold back more tears. I thought,save me anger, save me! I sighed and texted, "When?"

Almost instantly, I got back, "I'm downstairs, I'll be up in a minute."

I panicked for a second, the place was a mess, but then I thought, who the fuck cares? And she made the mess! Anger had my back. I would not cry. It was over, and I would keep a stiff upper lip. I went to the fridge, got a beer, and sat back down in the exact spot I was when she left the night before. The table was littered with empties, the hash stash, and the coke mirror. I was drinking fuck dicks beer when she knocked on the door.

"It's open," I yelled,and you have a fucking key, I thought to myself.

Mel walked in. She was dressed as she left last night, in ...