Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... to know; you're not that hard to read. But I thought you had an open relationship with Dave." Said JJ.

She was still crying and angry. "Well, I guess Dave was the only one that didn't know that. Can I get the fucking gram now, please" she demanded.

JJ was smart enough to know now was not the time. She took Melissa's money and handed her two grams. Melissa looked at it and was going to say something but just put the stash in her purse, opened the door and walked out.

JJ was sad for Melissa as she knew Dave was the guy for her. She then felt terrible as she knew she was part of the problem. She had made things transactional with Melissa. She fed the fire of her addiction for selfish gain. If she was a better person, she would have been able to help the two of them. She thought it was time for some change.

Melissa was about to order an Uber and realized the account used Dave's credit card. She cancelled it and went to the street and hailed a cab. She went directly to the train station. Got a ticket to her parent's town. I called them with the arrival time and said, "Mom, I need to come home for a while. I really fucked things up this time."

Once on the train, she sat alone and stared out the window. Fuck she was hurting. Dave, taking the ring, had gutted her.Why didn't he fight for her? She was so lost, and the worst of it. She never told him she loved him. As far as Dave was concerned, she had just left him for another man. A man with a giant cock. As if by ...

... magic, she got a text. She hoped it was Dave asking her to return, but it was from Ryan.

"Hey babe, I miss you. Can we talk?"

She had one reply. "No!"

A little while later, two men sat across from her. They tried to hit on her. She was angry and told them to leave her alone. She went to the bathroom, did a line of coke, then moved to another seat and continued to stare out the window. She knew she needed help. She needed to turn this disaster into something. It was time.

Dave at the Loft Monday - Making Decisions

Sitting at the table again, I took stock of the ruin I felt. I'd spent Sunday totally drunk and had run out of coke. I had booked time off work, but I wanted more blow so I could continue to drink heavily. I texted JJ and asked if she could deliver. We only lived down the hallway, so I thought it was not much of an ask.

I was surprised by how quickly the knock came at the door. I looked like shit, but I could care less. I opened the door, walked back into the loft, and sat at the dining room table. It was early morning, and I had yet to clear the collection of dead soldiers. I walked to the fridge, grabbed a cold one, and sat at the table. I needed to get more beer today as well.

JJ handed me the gram, took the cash on the table, and sat down without being asked. "You OK?" she asked.

I took a swig of beer, pulled the coke mirror over, dropped the entire gram out, cut out two big rails, and went to town on one of them. I handed her the rolled-up ...