Chapter 4: Moving On

After leaving Fiona, I went home to recover and think about what she had said. I had no intention of starting a long-term commitment with her. Sure, I loved the sex. Fiona would have to be the wildest woman I have been with, but we are from different ends of the spectrum.

I am blue-collar working-class. Fiona is white-collar middle-class with plenty of entitlements about her. I had made up my mind. It was time to move on.

The problem was how do I tell her we’re over after such a short time, and when we had such a great time fucking. Maybe I will bring out my nasty side and kick her to the curb, telling her it was never going to last, and she better get over it!

Friday morning at school was like any other morning until Roxanne walked past; I did a double-take. Why was she wearing her skirts so short? So she could tease me? Her skirt was so short it barely covered her panties and those legs; would I like to have those wrapped around my back? Yes, I did. I wanted to fuck her so bad; my cock started to get hard just thinking about it. Maybe one day I will get to fuck her, especially if she keeps teasing me this way.

The weekend’s cricket match is a local derby against South Kurlinin at their ground. We lost the toss and were invited to bat. Our opening batsmen should have stayed in bed, as they were both dismissed in the first two overs. We continue to lose wickets quickly, and all too soon, I find myself at the crease earlier than expected or wanted to be.

I hit the ball to mid-wicket, immediately calling for a sharp single. Knowing I need to make a big score or I’m out of the team. I take off quickly, and suddenly, there’s a sharp, searing pain in my hamstring. I know immediately I have either strained or torn it. The medico takes me off the ground and secures a big bag of ice to my hamstring. Now, I’m a spectator, unable to take part in the rest of the game. We suffer another loss, badly beaten again.

On Monday morning, I call the doctors and find I can get an appointment that afternoon. All bad news after I tell the Doc what has happened, he fills out a form and sends me off for an ultrasound. “In the meantime, you must rest the leg as much as possible.” He said.

The Ultrasound is booked for Wednesday afternoon after visiting Fiona in the morning.

I take it easy at work for the next two days, not wanting to create further problems with my hamstring. I am also thinking about Wednesday and how I tell Fiona that we are through. I’m still not sure if I should show my nasty, uncaring side.

Arriving at her home, I note the house is up for sale. Something dramatic has changed since I was last here.

After parking in the driveway, not expecting to stay long, I knock at the door. Fiona opens it and greets me with a friendly hug as she invites me inside.

We walked into the lounge and took a seat facing each other, neither one of us wanting to speak first. Fiona breaks the deadlock by asking. “Did you notice the for sale sign?” I nod in affirmation.

“Tim, I need to tell you what has happened since we first got together.” I said, “Okay, I’m listening.”

“I know our time is over! Last week, after I told you I was falling in love with you, I did not get the response I wanted. I then knew it was not a mutual feeling. I have spent most of last week upset and crying, but I need to move on for both my and my children’s benefit.

“After our first encounter, I told Michael he should move out of our bed and into the spare room. He protested, but I told him he had not touched me sexually in ten months. I was unsure if I loved him anymore. As our sexual involvement increased, my love for Michael died.

“Two weeks ago, I told him it was over, and I wanted a divorce. We were not sure what to do with the house at that stage. I was hoping Michael would like to keep it and make me an offer to buy me out, but now he is being an arsehole and playing hardball with the divorce, so we put the house on the market.

“I’m not sure what I will do once the house has sold. My daughter, goes to high school next year, so I have to think of what is best for her ... and me. I also thought of moving back to Adelaide. So I’m close to family. I have no one over here.”

I had several questions I wanted to ask but decided not to. Fiona realised we were over, and there was no need for me to ask questions, complicating the situation. I wished her well and hoped she could find happiness going forward. I gave her a quick hug and left.

In my mind, I thought Fiona was trying to replace Michael with me. It would have never worked.

Arriving at SKG radiology, I checked in and waited for my ultrasound. After a short wait, the radiologist called me through to the examination cubicle, where the process did not take long to complete. The radiologist informed me my results would be back at my Doctor’s surgery this Friday. I thanked her and left.

I called the Doctor’s surgery for a follow-up appointment as soon as I left SKG. The receptionist told me the earliest one available was Monday at 4 pm. I confirmed that was ok and set the appointment.

As I was injured and could not play cricket this weekend, I felt sorry for myself, so I went to the local pub, the Belvedere, for a counter lunch.

This is a blue-collar working man’s pub, rough around the edges, but the beer is cold, the food is reasonable quality, and the prices are cheap.

With the pub being only 700 meters from my home, it was within easy walking distance, and although I had a hamstring problem, I still walked there.

Chicken Parmi and a pint of VB were the order of the day. A replay of this year’s AFL grand final between Richmond and Adelaide was being played on the big screen, which made for a pleasant lunchtime.

After I had finished lunch, a pair of hands suddenly covered my eyes from behind me. The hands belonged to a woman going by the size and feel of them.

A voice said, “Guess who?” I knew her voice, but her name would not come to me. She continued, “What does a girl have to do? To get a drink around here?”

“Come home with me and fuck my brains out this afternoon,” I responded when I realised it was Susan.

She laughed. “Sure, no problem. Get me that drink first, Jack Daniels black with coke and ice.” I went to the bar to get Susan her drink.

Susan and I are friends. Friends with benefits, we bump into each other occasionally, and if we are feeling randy, one will proposition the other, hoping for a positive answer. It looks like the sex goddess Aphrodite smiled at us today.

We went back to my place, and as soon as we were inside, Susan ran off to my bedroom, knowing where it was from her previous visits, ripping off her clothes as she went!

I stripped off, joining Susan naked on the bed, and we quickly engaged in a passionate kiss with me lying on top of her.

I reached down to play with her tits; her nipples became hard as my hands squeezed the soft flesh of her boobs as we continued our kiss. I moved my fingers to her nipples, taking each one between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing and rolling them, and then pulling them away from her body as she started to moan.

My hard cock was trapped between our bodies, resting at the top of her bush. All I had to do was slide back a little to let my cock slip into her moistening pussy. I could smell her womanly scent as her arousal increased, her smell permeating the air in the room. I do enjoy the musky scent; of an aroused woman’s pussy.

With all her strength, Susan rolled me off of her and onto my back. She quickly moved into the sixty-nine position, grabbing my cock and sucking it into her mouth. She knew my weak spot, the underside just below my circumcised head.

As Susan sucked my cock, to my great pleasure and delight, I found I had a face full of fanny fluff to contend with at my end. Rubbing my lips and nose over her mound, enjoying the feeling of her pubic hair on me and her girly pussy juices seeping out, covering my lips and coating my face. I buried my face deep in her muff, enjoying her aroma, my tongue searching eagerly for her slit.

Then she found the heart of my cock, rubbing it with the stud in her tongue, toying with it, then sliding it back and forth, her stud always playing with the underside. The feeling was sensational, “Mmmmm, keep that up,” I murmured.

After playing with my cock, Susan took me further into her mouth, then to the back of her throat until I hit her gag reflex. She relaxed a little to take a breath, then sucked me hard again, taking me to the back of her throat, this time going past her gag reflex. Susan’s deep-throating me is making me moan louder into her hairy muff.

With my cock down her throat, she wraps her thumb and forefinger around my balls, closes her hand around them, and starts to squeeze, increasing the pressure. “Ouch, what the fuck.” Susan has yanked my balls so hard twice my legs go rigid, and my cock twitches in her throat. If she keeps this up, I will be cumming in no time at all.

Susan raises her hips off my face making me lose contact with her pussy. I can feel the tension in my balls building as my orgasm is approaching. Susan keeps a firm grip on my balls, not allowing them to pull into my body. She yanks down on them again and again. “Ouch, ouch,” was my pained response. Susan continues to play with my balls while taking me as deep as she can down her throat.