Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... she told herself.

I watched her make a coffee and come back to the table. She was so beautiful. It was a profound feeling to lose a person so abruptly. She sat down, still crying quietly.

"Not long," she said, realizing that was vague, so she decided, "A couple months, maybe more. But it started before that, just not ...." she stopped as she could see the realization hit him. Obviously, he had hoped it was a one-night thing but had feared it was not. Ryan made sure of that last night. She could see him piecing together a timeline. His tears welled and started their silent descent down his face. That ghostly, far away stare now tilted to the beer before him.

I was sad and now cresting into despair as I realized I had lost the love of my life. She sat there with tears matching mine. But I was sure they were breaking up tears. She was trying hard to let me down without hurting me further.Why not just tell me it was over? It was torture. That first stage of denial was losing its hold on me. There was no denying the reality of what was in front of me. She was leaving me for another Man. As my denial lost ground, anger started to take the stage of my emotional wreckage.

I took a deep pull on the shitty beer, put it down and looked at her as the heat of my anger gave me false courage. "Do you love him?" I asked her.

Melissa was deeply wrapped in a hopeless situation. She had no excuses. Her stubborn Irish side was fighting to rationalize the behavior. Her ...

... coke-addicted brain was playing reality tricks with her.He should be OK with this. They had an open relationship. Then she didn't want to cheapen her behavior by making it all about sex or about Ryan's huge fucking cock. So, her reply was not what she and Cathy had talked about.

"I don't know Dave," she said. "Maybe?" What she wanted to say was...No! I don't love him. I love you. I love you with every inch of my being. I'm damaged and need help, but my love for you is without question. His demeanour changed instantly. She could sense his rage. It was fighting to explode, but she could tell he controlled himself. He'd been here before with another girlfriend, and that did not end well.

"Well, isn't that nice," I paused, then continued, "Well, it was good while it lasted, Melissa." I got up, got the coke mirror and brought it back to the table. I pulled out a packet and laid out two lines.

Her Irish bad girl was screaming at her."Tell him you love him, you fucking bitch. Open your mouth and say the words!" But as soon as Dave put out the lines, her coke brain started tweaking. She had woken up with a promise to quit. The thought terrified her, and she failed when she tried to throw out her stash. Dave snorted a line and handed the mirror and the rolled bill to her. Everything she wanted to say went poof as she reached for the mirror and snorted the entire line of coke with a vengeance.

Melissa watched Dave stand up and pour himself a cup of coffee. "Look, Melissa, I'm not that ...