Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 4 of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 4 of 7

... a bit of gratitude from her. The beer took the worst aftertaste of semen. It was a trick I had observed from a former ex-girlfriend. She always took a big gulp of beer after accepting my load and swallowed it.

I lit the half-finished bean, took a puff, and passed it on. The bitch just had to send me her last killing look before she accepted my kindness. I shook my head with small and quick movements, and averted my eyes from her. She took a long, deep drag of the hash bean, and still hadn't moved her death stare from me. When she could inhale no more, she moved the joint from her mouth and deliberately blew the thick mist into my open face. I smiled, tight-lipped, feeling amused by her brat behavior.

"So, do we have a deal?" she asked.

"What deal?" I replied, trying to appear as ignorant as possible.

"That you tell my father about the hash he found on the terrace is yours." Her lips began to quiver as her full eyebrows sank down to her nose.

"Not at all sweetie, we've just gotten even."

"Even? What do you mean?!" she exclaimed hysterically, having a hard time understanding the situation.

“I satisfied you and you satisfied me,” I announced curtly, maintaining my cynical demeanor.

“Satisfied me?”

"Mhmm," I nodded sharply.

"It was you who wanted to."

"You made me do it," I exclaimed sharply, and could feel my frustrations tensing up everywhere in my body. I knew that there was no way she could understand things from my perspective, after all, ...

... she was a fucking bitch. A typical woman who never tried to think beyond her own horizons, and always stuck to her own narrow and egocentric world. Fucking bitch. But I was used to it. Used to being part of their little world when there was something they couldn't understand. They got frustrated, and it typically ended in a horrible spectacle. Either you could use all your energy to get them to understand things, which rarely succeeded, or you could give up, take the blame and have peace restored. I took a deep breath and exhaled the heavy air as I slowly felt my frustrations leave.

"So it's now 1-1," I concluded, not intending to discuss the matter any further. But the bitch persisted. She asked extremely difficult questions and expected a deeper explanation of my behavior. She didn't get that, and I ignored her in the most rude way, and in the end could only see her as a babbling toddler who didn't get her way, and who kept babbling and bickering with herself.

I therefore decided to direct my concentration towards the television, tuning my selective hearing to the sound coming out of its speakers. It didn't take long before she finally got up from the sofa and walked out the patio door, which she slammed behind her, with stomping feet.

"Fuck, it was nice!" I breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't get enough speed to get to the fridge to find a cold and refreshing green beer. The sound when I opened it was like sweet music to my ears. I drank half of it in one gulp, ...