Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... networks.I know how fucking small I am. The only way this story ends sensibly is if my cum blasting into the right girl's colon reveals and unravels the deepest secrets of the universe. Otherwise, it's just stupid. It's fucking stupid. I'm a stupid broken record.

Then there's the disaster right in front of me. Even though it doesn't feel worse than Gwyn, it ought to. Morally and ethically, it ought to be worse. Just in terms of where I am in my life, and how good of a person Jack is, it ought to be the defining fuckup of my existence.

Well... my existenceso far.

I never took Jack for granted -- not exactly. It's just that I didn't see the whole picture. Now I finally do, I think, and, well, here we are. It's one of those crumbling, eminently deniable breakups, and we were never even technically together. It's Jack realizing she can't fix me. It's me realizing I can't fix myself -- not even with lots of help. It's pretty amazing how much amazing sex you can have while everything falls apart around you. Jack's spirit may not be indefatigable, but her cock is, and thank goodness for that. Her cum is my silver lining -- but eventually, the black cloud does what it is in its nature to do.

"Hey," she says, on just another day, and it's just a little heavier than it normally is.

"Is this it?" I ask.

That stops her up short. I see it on her face: she remembers what she said last time. It's an albatross around her neck, attached to a gold ring, because that's just ...

... the kind of person she is. How silly of me to have thought, back at the kitchen table those many months ago, that she hadn't already made the decision to give up her whole fucking life for a fuckup.

"Never," she says, "unless you want it to be."

"We need to talk," I say, but it's not like that. They're not my words. I'm taking them out of her mouth.

"Yeah," she says. "I think we do."

"Would you be gentle? Loving? Please?"

"Always. You're sure?"

I nod. "No matter what, it's always better when you're in me."

She shakes her head. Her eyes get wet. "God damn," she says. "You know I could hear you say that for the rest of my life and never get sick of it."

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

Not "No apologies necessary." Just,"It's okay." That means something. It means everything.

She lets me cum once before she gets started.

"Something has to change," she says. "I've been selfish. I never should have let it get this far, or go this long."

"It's my fault."

"I don't agree with that. You've been trying. I haven't had to do anything."

"You've had to put up with me."

"No offense, Cor, but that's actually been easier these past few months."

It's the nature of an incredibly fucked up not-technically-a-breakup that I have no idea how to take that. I don't respond. She seems okay with that. I just let myself get fucked for a few moments while she decides what to say next. It feels good. It feels like I can forget about what's coming for a while.

"I've ...