Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... jeans, flats and a shirt with her jacket over her arms. Her eyes were puffy, and she saw the Futon the minute she walked in. Maybe the demons were welcoming her back.

She didn't say much but started to cry, but at the same time, she put the Futon back. Took off the blanket she had put down. Cleaned up the coffee table and wiped down the Futon. In a flash, it was as if nothing ever happened. She inspired me, so I grabbed an empty case and put the beer bottles away. Put the stash away. Hid the dirty coke mirror and washed the dining room table. I also put on fresh coffee, opened the fridge, and cracked another one of donkey dick's beers. They still tasted like shit.

Minutes before, as Melissa walked up the five flights of stairs, she was terrified and ashamed. Cathy had told her all morning she needed to tell Dave how she felt. She needed to take ownership of her affair with Ryan. Melissa needed to be honest with Dave. She was ashamed of everything but terrified because she knew she was going to lose this man. Her best friend. It gutted her. The terror was running rampant through her soul.Be honest, she said to herself.

When she walked into the loft, she saw Dave in the same chair as when she'd left. Then she saw the Futon was still open. The unfortunate set in which that porn scene was played out was mocking her. Tears started flowing. Dave had to see this; she knew he could not bear to touch any of it.

She looked at the man she loved more than anything. He was ...

... drinking the beer she had bought for Ryan. She cried more, and her Irish bad girl inside was also crying."You bitch" the bad girl said. "You fucked everything up. Are you happy now?" Mel couldn't take the mess she'd created. She put her purse and coat down and started to clean everything. It was a futile metaphor, Melissa thought. Her eyes darted, looking for the coke mirror, but she spied it on the dining room table by Dave. He was now up and cleaning the giant pool of empty beer bottles. She eyed his bass, and that made her cry more. She tried to look at Dave, but he still had the faraway stare in his eyes, and his clenched jaw spoke loudly of other emotions. She was in tune with him, and his despair and hurt were throbbing all around him. It broke her heart all over again. The whole scene destroyed every intention she may have had. She was once again frozen. Terrified and stuck.

With as much courage as she could muster, she walked over and put Dave's bass back on the wall hooks. She turned around and said to him. "I'm so sorry, he touched this. I'm so sorry, Dave."

She gasped when he looked at her.Those beautiful blue eyes of his, she thought, were so hollow now.

"Yeah, I'm sorry he touched a lot of things." His eyes misted, pooled with tears. She could tell he was holding them back. His jaw clenched, and his eyes started to burn with fire. "How long, Mel, how long has this been going on?"

Melissa was frozen. So she walked over and made herself a coffee.Be honest, ...