Chapter 5
The weeks passed, and after a few intentionally missed calls from him, I’d heard nothing more from Danny, thinking that that chapter of my life was now over.
I didn’t much like it, but the fact of the matter was that now I needed to pick up and continue where I’d left off, marching onward across the straight and narrow, and sticking with it this time around.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad, I reasoned… I may have hated my job, my circumstances, and just about everything else, but at least it was safe. At least I didn’t have to worry about getting plugged with lead on a day to day basis…
Good may have been boring, dispassionate, but it was safe… And I should be happy with that.
Yet I wasn’t…
No matter how hard I tried to live with my decision to leave Danny behind, I found myself inevitably back at the bar where the two of us had first met, drinking my cares away. My eyelids were teetering, my constitution faltering big time, and God, I felt so lonely…
When suddenly, just as before, the bartender sat another free drink down in front of me.
“From the man across the bar,” he said.
And there he was…
I hesitated, but allowed him to come up to me.
“I’m sorry…” he said, “For everything… But I’m out now, I swear to God… I’ve been missing you, all this time, and after what happened, I… I just realized how alone I was in the world, and I just couldn’t go on without you by my side. No amount of easy money was worth that sacrifice… I’ve learned my lesson the hard way… I’ve changed, I’m trying to go back to school now… But it would mean so, so much to me, if I had you by my side in the process…”
I stared long and deep into his eyes, my body lighting up – and I realized just how much I’d missed him in that moment…
The two of us were on one another like mad, desperately making out, pushing our tongues into one another, lapping and licking, caressing and squeezing, anxiously making up for lost time, and neither of us able to get enough of one another, no matter how desperately we tried.
We stumbled eagerly, desperately into the restroom of the bar, needing one another with a burning passion in that moment, and we slammed and locked the door shut behind us. He tore me greedily out of my clothes, ravishing my breasts with kisses, worshiping my curves as he unzipped his pants and pulled himself out into the open, grinding his molten cock up against my body.
He bent me over the sink, and began to push his fingers into me, then knelt down, and stabbed me with his tongue. He ate me hungrily, licking my pussy, squeezing my ass in his hands as he clung on for dear life, and I loved the sight of my face, pressed up against the mirror as it was while he devoured me, filling me up with sensations, making me moan, right there, audibly, in a public place.
It wasn’t quite on the same level as drug dealing, of course, but I decided that it was just about the precise level of naughtiness I was looking for in my life just at that moment…
He licked me to climax, and once I’d finished screaming, he mounted me – taking a very different route from the one he generally went for.
Sensations pumped through my body as he slowly ground his cock up my anus, a bad boy as he was and still needing this little extra thrill to sustain himself. God, it felt wonderful, as at last he buried himself deep inside up my ass, and I breathed a heavy sigh as I struggled happily to contain him.
And he began to fuck me wildly, like an animal, smashing his body repeatedly up into me. Thrusting, pushing, humping insanely, the sink clattering as we screwed up against it, rattling on its hinges, my toes curling up as my buttocks clenched around him, the sensations ungodly, wonderful as hell, causing me to shriek like a banshee and making stars flash before my eyes.
Finally, he finished up, holding steadily up into my body, and ejaculating inside me. Pulse after pulse of his hot, molten cum, filling me to the brim, and causing me to roar as the orgasm burned through me like wildfire. Anal climax tore through my body, an experience that I’d not yet known in my plain, vanilla lovemaking, yet the sensations were powerful beyond description, making my head spin, causing a dirty little smile to spread wide across my lips in the mirror.
He pulled out of me at last, and the two of us kissed wildly, passionately, reunited at last, and ready to pick right back up where we’d left off before. I’d brought out the best in him, and him the naughtiest in me, so that at last we’d struck the perfect balance between good and bad in our lives.
And as we kissed, staring deep into one another’s eyes as we made plans to go back to his apartment and continue things properly, I felt far happier, more content, and more optimistic about my life than I had been in quite some time.
~THE END~