Chapter 25

Grant

Loren was asleep next to me, and right now, I wanted to keep it that way. It was Wednesday morning, and for the third time in as many days, Loren had spent the night at my place.

It started with dinner after I came back from Atlantic City. I had no intention of sleeping with her that night. I was still reeling from my falling out with Kendra. My plan for Loren was to have dinner with her and tell her to stop spreading the lie that the two of us were sleeping together. But obviously, the date hadn’t quite gone as planned, and it was all Kendra’s fault.

She had gotten into my head. Not only had she gotten into it, but she had built a little house and set up shop there, too. I couldn’t stop thinking about how she had acted that morning after Loren called, and on the plane ride home, and when she left with an anemic goodbye wave and nothing more. Those images had stayed with me all day, rattling around in my brain and driving me crazy. By the time I finally met up with Loren that night, I wanted nothing more than to prove to myself that I was over Kendra, once and for all.

So I did. Or at least I tried. We had dinner, followed by drinks, followed by a night of very enthusiastic sex. And by that, I meant that she was enthusiastic. Overtly so. Loren was an ex-ballet dancer and still sported a very athletic body. She seemed determined to show me what I had been missing.

For a brief period, being with Loren had worked. I completely forgot all about Kendra. Well, until Loren and I finished. The moment we were done, with Loren lying in my arms, I found myself thinking of Kendra again.

Loren had a rocking body, but it didn’t excite me the way Kendra’s did. I needed a full-bodied woman with something to grab on to. Kendra’s round ass and heavy breasts thrilled me in a way that stick-thin Loren could never compete with. Kendra looked so fucking good in the uniform I made her wear at Luscious. I knew she would. That was the reason I’d chosen the corset and skirt. I imagined Loren in a similar outfit, and the image depressed me. She had no curves for the corset to accentuate. She was a pirate’s worst nightmare: a sunken chest with no booty.

I groaned in frustration. I needed to get Kendra out of my head somehow. That had been the reason I suggested to Loren that I see her again. And then again. Each time I saw her, the night ended in fucking. And each time we did, I was released from thoughts of Kendra, albeit only briefly. It was always the moment that we were done that thoughts of Kendra came flooding back. How much better in bed she was. How much sexier her curves were. How much I loved her sass, her smile, her everything. Loren wasn’t even in the same ball park. Hell, she wasn’t even in the same sport.

Lying in bed, trying to will myself back to sleep, the doorbell suddenly rang. I was out of bed a second later and at the door a second after that. The last thing I wanted was Loren waking up. As terrible as it sounded, she was frightfully annoying, and I really didn’t enjoy spending time with her. I was a sucker for self-punishment, and being with her satisfied that need.

A delivery man was at the door with a package for me. As if the gods were delighting in my misery and wanted to see me sink even further, the package contained the custom molds of Kendra’s vagina. Finally ready for display, and possibly sale.

I sat down in the kitchen, staring at the still closed box. Should I open it? Was it tacky to do that with Loren sleeping in the next room? In my bed?

I opened the box anyway, realizing that I really didn’t care what Loren thought. If she woke up and saw me with them in my hand. I would simply lie. Or not even that. I just wouldn’t tell her whose pussy they’d been modeled after. There was no chance of her recognizing Kendra’s vagina. At least, I didn’t think there was. That would make for a very interesting conversation.

The moment I opened the box, I wished that I hadn’t. Thoughts of that day came flooding back to me like a tidal wave. They washed over me with overwhelming force. If I hadn’t already been sitting down, then I would have had to. I had forgotten just how perfect Kendra’s lips were. Just how plump and supple they were. The mold had captured them perfectly, and like a punch in the face, it was all I could think of.

It was that day that haunted me. Each time I thought about it, I found a different reaction within myself. Sometimes, I was mad at what I had done. Other times, I was apathetic. This time, however, I was horny.

With the mold right in front of my face, I thought back to that day with Kendra, her propped up in the chair and her legs spread apart. I imagined what it would have been like to have just kicked all those men out of the room. To have demanded that they leave so I could be alone with Kendra. And then, when I was finally alone with her, I would have had her all to myself. I would have left her in the chair, legs spread while I penetrated her. I would have fucked her rotten. I would have made her eat the gummy mold, taste herself while I tasted her, too.

Without even releasing it, my hand moved down to my crotch, squeezing my hard cock. It took all my willpower not to pull myself out right then and there and masturbate over the molds. It would have been so easy. It would have been so good. It wouldn’t be the first time that week I had pleasured myself with thoughts of Kendra. In fact, even sometimes while having sex with Loren, I would find myself thinking of Kendra instead. If I was ever having a hard time finishing, thoughts of Kendra and her perfectly curved body would make it easy for me to come.

I had to snap myself from that reality before I got carried away. My dick was hard as I sat there in the kitchen, and I shuddered at the thought that Loren might walk out, see me with an erection, and get the wrong idea. She would either want to fuck or talk about what the molds were, and neither of those options appealed to me.

I shoved the molds back into the box and closed it back up again. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted them in my store anymore. If they were in my store, I would have to sell them. Someone, some horny male pervert, would buy them and use them for his own sexual fantasies. In a way, it would be like he was having Kendra to himself. That I would not allow.

Because they were of Kendra, I would let her decide what to do with them. If she wanted to sell them, then I would. If she wanted me to throw them away, I would. But I would ask her nonetheless. I owed her that much.

Also, it would give me an excuse to go and see her. I hadn’t spoken a word to her since the airport. Since the hotel room, actually. All week, I had resisted the urge. All week, I avoided the store while she was there. I called on days she wasn’t working. I visited on days she was home. I made a conscious effort to avoid her in every way, hoping that by the end of the week, I would be over her. Surely that, plus my romps with Loren, would cure me? Obviously, that wasn’t the case.

So yes, that was what I would do. I would go to the store and finally see her.

I would be mature, too. No more games. I would go down, ask her what I should do with the molds, and respect her decision. I would also ask her how she had been, and maybe even have a civil conversation with her. I shook my head bitterly. Yeah, right. Because things always went that smoothly with Kendra. God damn, I was way over my head.

The first thing I needed to do, though, was get the hell out of that apartment before Loren woke up. The last few days, I had been making sure to disappear long before she got up. She always wanted to cuddle in the mornings, and more often than not, she wanted sex too. At night, when I had been drinking, that was fine. But in the day time, it was too personal. She was becoming rather clingy, and it was getting worse of late. I had already told her that we were nothing serious, but something told me that she wasn’t taking me at my word.

I was quick to duck into the bedroom and get changed. I did it in total silence, watching Loren the whole time. Luckily, she slept like a log, and I was out of the room and my apartment before she had a chance to wake up.

That was the first task taken care of. That was the easy part. The hard part was going to be seeing Kendra again. And not just seeing her, but behaving myself. I still loved her, despite how much I tried to hide it. Maybe it was time to stop playing games and treat her like she ought to be treated? Maybe it was finally time to grow up and forgive her?

I knew what I had to do. I just didn’t know if I could actually do it.