Chapter 2: Consequences

The next morning, she felt as though everything in her world had been shattered. She was having her morning coffee, and her sadness turned to anger. Not for Brent, but towards herself. She wondered, “How could I have been so stupid and naive?” She was thinking about where she would go from this point. Most of all, she was angry at Darla. She had taken away everything that was important in her life. Her life lay in ruins, and she thought about quitting her job on Monday morning.

She was startled by her phone ringing, and it was Brent. She had no idea what to say to him, and so she ignored the call. Brent called again, and she once again rejected his call. She noticed on her phone that there was a voicemail from Brent. He had asked that she call him back because he was desperate to talk to her.

She knew that she had to call him, and tell him the truth. She picked up the phone and called him, and as the phone rang on the other end, she had no idea what would happen. When Brent picked up, he had a shocked tone to his voice. “Marie, what’s going on?” She told him that Darla had said the two of them were dating, and she was nothing but a side dish.

“What?” Brent said loudly. “I’m not interested in Darla. I’m interested in you!” Brent said. “We are not dating!” He went on to say “She has made several advances but I rejected them because I wasn’t interested.” He said that Darla had been passed around a lot in the office.

Her anger and sadness turned into confusion. Had Darla lied to her? A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, and she wondered if Darla had just lashed out in a jealous rage because she wanted Brent. “I can’t stand the perfume that she wears!” Brent exclaimed. “Have I ever smelled like her?” Marie thought about this, and realized instantly that Darla was a lying and conniving bitch.

Brent asked her out again that next day. He promised to set everything straight. Marie agreed and said that she would love to go shoot pool with Brent and talk. Marie loved to play pool, and she was a formidable opponent. At the pool hall they talked about Brent’s relationship with Darla, and Marie was satisfied that there was nothing going on there.

Her anger for Darla was seething. She imagined all of a sudden that she had almost thrown everything away because Darla had been lying to her all along. After they played pool, they drove home separately. Marie went home and felt as though she had so many things to figure out. Marie just needed to think. She laid in bed and thought about everything that had been said. She had so many things going through her mind.

Brent asked her to go out again on the next weekend, and she happily agreed. In a long hot sensual bath she shaved her legs and everything else, thinking about Brent. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly, anticipating his deep kisses. All that mattered was him. After the bath she put on lotion, closed her eyes and imagined Brent’s touch, the erotic feeling of his hands. She painted her toenails, and ran a flat iron on her hair. She chose a thong and a padded demi-cup bra, and she slipped into her new LBD and looked at her reflection. Everything in place, she brushed on a little makeup and eyeliner and waited for Brent’s arrival, donning her new strappy heels. She anticipated being with Brent, and looked forward to every moment with him.

Soon Brent arrived, and when he saw her, he said, “Wow, you look beautiful!” His compliments sounded like music from heaven. He kissed her and opened the car door for her. They sat side by side in a booth at the Italian restaurant. She had never felt like she belonged anywhere, not like this. Her mind wandered, staring at Brent and breathing in his scent. Dinner finished, they drove home.

Marie once again invited Brent inside her apartment and he sat on the couch. She felt a new purpose in her life, pleasing and taking care of Brent. There could be no one else. She sat down beside him and he began to kiss and caress her. Her hands began to wander, and her greatest fear was that Brent might push her away.

She slowly worked her way downward, feeling his hardness, and got on her knees between his parted legs. The anticipation was unbearable, and when she undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants she saw him completely. “Wow,” said Marie, “It’s pretty big!” His stiffness was throbbing with every heartbeat. She hesitated, looked into his eyes and then wrapped her lips around his incredible hardness.

The taste of Brent, the scent; it was more than she could handle. Her wetness down there was pulsating. It turned her on how her soft lips would stroke his firm and rigid shaft. Brent would give her subtle cues as to what he liked, his favorite was for her to take her tongue and caress the ridge on the bottom. She unbuttoned his shirt, and ran her fingers through his chest hair and caressed his nipples. She had found his ‘on’ button. She felt his body shuddering, and his legs stiffening. She knew it was about to happen.

He tried to gently push her head away, but she stayed right down there, and looked up into his eyes and nodded her head quickly several times. Marie was anxious to taste him, and she took him as deeply in her mouth as she could.

He gasped loudly and said “Marie, no one has ever made me feel this way!” Both felt an orgasm together. She felt his hot sweet saltiness hitting the back of her throat. Her body shuddered and so did Brent’s. Her tongue was desperate for his every drop, and she squeezed out all of him. She savored the taste of his orgasm and then swallowed. She fell asleep in Brent’s arms that night on the couch, her thong soaked. It was the only place that she ever wanted to be.