Oh. My. God. She is still fucking talking. I look at my watch. Damion is going to kill me; it doesn’t look like I’m going to get back to the gym before closing. I cannot believe that she has not run out of stuff to say about fucking Victoria’s Secret. A small part of me wants to punch Vivian in her face. Another part of me wants to just scream out my break up in her face just so I can get out of here.

I start tuning her out. I think about Brandi, and a smile appears on my face. I will need to go ring shopping. I wonder if she would appreciate one of those big ass diamonds to show off or if she would prefer something more traditional? A single stone or something more intricately designed? Brandi is a tiny little woman; too big of a diamond would probably overpower her hand. She’s an elegant and classy girl; I bet she would prefer something extravagant yet still somewhat traditional. Geeze, and then there’s the wedding band. I saw in a magazine that you can buy them in pairs now so that they kind of go together; that would be one less thing to think about. I’m not so great when it comes to jewelry.

My mind goes back to when Brandi and I first met. It had been at the beach, and she had been wearing this sexy little black bikini. Marty had bene with me; in fact, he had been the one to point her out. He made a comment about her looking skinny as fuck but still bangable, and Brandi had overheard him. She had come right up to us and started throwing some curses around. I had kept my mouth shut and let Marty dig himself a hole as he attempted to spit out some sort of apology. I finally told Marty to shut up because he was making himself look like a jackass, and I apologized to him and told him to go get us some food by the pier –Brandi and her friends included. While Marty went off to get his apology food, Brandi and I stood around talking. I had made her laugh a few times at Marty’s expense. I had still been an amateur boxer back then, but I was starting to bring in the dough. She had looked so damn fine in that bikini. She looks even better now though now that she was past that uncomfortable bulimic time in her life and had started to fill out. Healthier I suppose is the word.

Yup, my dick got hard sitting here fantasizing about Brandi in her bikini. I suddenly feel Vivian’s foot land in my lap from under the table. “Oh, well, hello there,” she says with this erotic tone in her voice. She leans forward and puts her hand on my wrist. “You know; my apartment is just around the corner.”

One voice in my head is screaming don’t do it, jackass! While the other is telling me, Brandi’s not even home this weekend –one last hurrah!

For some stupid reason, I listen to the second voice. We walk around the corner to her apartment building, climbing up three flights of stairs before reaching her apartment. Three. Three flights of stairs –during which time I could have changed my mind, but I didn’t. I kept on. She touched my ass, stroked my chest, and kissed my neck as we made our way there. As soon as we come through the threshold, Vivian locks the door behind her and pounces on me like a wild cat.

She nibbles on my throat, puts her tongue down my throat, and proceeds to pull my cock out of my jeans and stroke it. “Come on, Jonathan, fuck me good,” she says and gives my cock a gentle, playful tug.

“Hey, easy,” I say and kiss her long and hard before squeezing her ass and telling her to get back to the bedroom.

She scurries past me and through the door to her bedroom, throwing herself down on the bed, her legs spread open wide. She wasn’t wearing any underwear under that dress. I drop my jeans and underwear and throw off my shoes in one quick motion before jumping on top of her. I rub her with my fingers for a minute before inserting my cock, sliding in and out slowly at first but then moving faster and harder as she becomes wetter and wetter. “Ooh, baby, you do me good,” she says; she’s always been a lot more talkative in bed than most women I’ve been with. “Come on, go faster,” she demands and reaches around to pinch my ass. “Ugh, faster, Jonathan! I want you to go faster!”

I can’t go much faster; she’s just running at the mouth now. Honestly, I start thinking about shoving it in her mouth just so she will shut the hell up. I suck on one of her tits, and she starts moaning. She’s so loud. I mean, really loud. “Shut the hell up!” I hear a voice from the other side of her apartment wall shout; her neighbor hates my guts because this happens every time I come over. It’s really hard to concentrate with someone yelling and banging on the wall.

“Shut up, Donnie!” I shout back. Yeah, I even know the guy’s name after he and Vivian got into a cussing match once while I had been inside of her going to town.

“Fuck you, man!” I can just barely hear him say, so we just ignore him and finish the deed.

It ends with her screaming her head off and me cumming all over her and passing out beside her in bed.