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Helping Her Rebound

Samantha sobbed while sipping a savory wine from an elegant glass. Her chest heaved up and down with each sniffle, bouncing beautifully as a distraction from the rest of her emotions. He stared at her slender legs as she sat with one curled behind the other, her smooth skin looking luscious. He was busy wondering at the skin just under her shorts, assuming it was just as luscious, when his girlfriend, Katie, who had also been downing dramatic amounts of wine, asked him a question. He tore his eyes from Samantha’s legs to look over at his girlfriend. He smiled at her, saying, “Of course I can get another bottle of wine for you. It’s obvious today was very stressful.” Getting up from his chair, he walked over to the kitchen and, through the opening in the kitchen wall that looked over the living room of their apartment, he said, “You know, Samantha, I always thought your boyfriend was kind of a jerk. I honestly can’t imagine what you’re going to miss about him now that you’re broken up. Just last weekend you left here crying because he called you all angry and wanted you to come home. You’re really better off without him.” His girlfriend shot him the dirtiest look he didn’t understand, but Samantha choked out, “H-he was always different with m-me when we were-were alone. He w-was very sweet and-and the best lover!” Having completed an answer, she started sobbing all over again. He sighed and decided to hide in the bedroom. Samantha’s comment irked him and he muttered to himself ...

... as he left the room, “I doubt he’s the best lover.” About an hour later, it sounded like the sobbing had quieted out in the living room. He was deliberating over whether he should check on the two potentially upset and drunk women in his living room when Samantha opened the bedroom door. She opened it slowly and was drunkenly making the sound from Jaws before she poked her head into the room. Grinning at him, she plopped herself onto the bed next to him and said, “Katie is in the bathroom and I didn’t want to be alone.” He set down the book he had been reading as Samantha slurred in a talkative manner, “You know, I thought we were doing great in bed, but that’s one reason he broke up with me. He said I was boring.” Her eyes glossy, she stated, “I’m not boring.” Smiling, she giggled and slid her hand up his thigh. Reaching for the button of his pants, she brought her knees up onto the bed to crawl closer to him. He could see down her shirt at the two mounded breasts held up by her black lace bra and he had a momentary loss of thought as his body responded to the gorgeous blond touching him. It was then that his girlfriend entered the room, also humming the music to Jaws. When she saw them, she stopped dead in her tracks. His eyes moved from roving over Samantha’s breasts to his angry girlfriend. She slurred out, “Whhatt are you doing?!” Samantha looked over guiltily at her friend. Her eyes were teary and she said, “I’m sorry, I just feel like if I can prove him wrong, it will ...