Damaged goods - Sex Stories

Damaged goods

... too. I found her underwear in his bedside drawer last month. Worn." "How did that make you feel?" "How do you think?! Angry. Empty. Betrayed. But I let it go. Made an effort to be extra good. To fight for his attention, to be better than her so he'd focus on me. I just… let it go so I didn't have to face it." Her voice went hollow. "Until now." The driver behind bipped his horn and Ryan put the car in gear. She seemed to be in full flow so he let her talk. Rule one: be attentive. Besides, he liked her lilting voice. "I'd been stewing over it while I was away. Getting angrier. Jealous even. Imagining him with someone else. Couldn’t think of anything else on the plane. When I confronted him and he went on the defensive I knew… I just knew then." She looked out of the window again like the answer was to be found in the graffiti daubed across the tower blocks that flashed by. "Maybe I was angry at myself. I'm not proud I stooped to his level, just… validated maybe. Christ I'm rambling. And why are you looking at me like that?" "Like what?" "That… that… I've seen that look before. God, men are all the same." "It's not what you think. You're safe from my evil clutches." "How so?" "Because you're not my type." "There's that word again. You have a type for everyone?" "Absolutely. And you're nowhere near naughty enough for my tastes, so relax." "After what I just admitted?" "A minor indiscretion." "You call breaking one of the ten commandments 'minor'?!" Ryan eyed her quickly. Had ...

... he misjudged her? "You don't strike me as particularly religious." "Well… I'm not." "So if nobody up there's judging you, your actions are justified. And is it really adultery if you're not married?" Melody looked at him like he had six heads. "Of course it is. Infidelity's the same thing." "Hardly. Especially if he's at it as well. Barely registers on the naughty scale. So I stand by my instinct that you're not my type. You're far too straight-laced." She gave a sharp laugh, almost a snort. "Is that so?" Ryan maintained his cool while he let his bait take hold. Rule two: incite indignation. She was a classic case. The type of girl he'd fucked twenty times over, and she'd make twenty-one if he played her right. Less than five minutes into the ride he'd recognised the signs, primarily her unspoken need for approval masked by bravado. Being abandoned at the roadside had hurt her ego, and being in a stranger's car made her vulnerable, causing her to babble. She was far too independent to admit either affected her, spoiled and accustomed to having her own way. So her defence mechanism was audacity, and from experience Ryan knew the best way to break that particular barrier was to call her out, be a challenge to her. Men were usually her playthings, so to not fawn over her made him stand out from all the other jokers who thought a chat-up line and a drink would guarantee some slot action. The game required walking a tight line between the charade of open listener, comedian, and ...