I read the text aloud to Kelly and we both just looked at one another in silence for a minute. I wasn’t scared of Brock but I wasn’t eager for him to go through what he was about to go through. With that said, the ball was already in motion so it was pretty much unavoidable. Unless Kelly had some major flaw and I found out in the next day or so, it was unlikely we were going back now. Hell, I already put down a first and last month’s rent and a security deposit on the house off Pacific. “Let’s just get it over with now,” I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She scooted to the edge next to me and rested her head on my shoulder, something she’d only done handful of times but I loved it. “I just think its crazy how all these years I’ve wondered about you, thought about you, had like, you know, butterflies in my stomach around you, and now out of nowhere we’re like, dating.” It was crazy but then again, 2020 had proven to be pretty crazy so far. “You had butterflies in your stomach for me?” I nudged her with my arm and could see she was blushing a little bit. My phone went off again and snapped us out of our moment. It was Brock again. “I should be the one to talk to him,” Kelly said, “but from my phone.”
She got her phone and came back to her spot next to me on the bed. She put her phone on speaker and Brock picked up on the first ring. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you,” he barked at her. “Yeah,” she was using a calm tone to offset his apparent anger. “Matt’s ex-girlfriend sent me a DM on Instagram. She said I should watch out for Matt trying to get with you. What the fuck does that even mean?” he sounded like he was fuming now. Fucking Nicole. I’d never understand women—when I saw her she said she missed me and invited herself to celebrate with me and then afterwards she completely threw me under the bus and hit up Brock. I knew I had put my foot in my mouth when I saw her—I was just thankful I had told Kelly about it. Kelly proceeded to tell Brock EVERYTHING. Maybe more than I thought or wanted her to tell but honestly, it was so freeing. Telling him everything made me—and I’m sure her—feel a lot better about what we were doing. It wasn’t intended to be sneaky and so we tried, going forward, to be as transparent as possible.
She explained to him that she’d always wondered if she and him were actually a good match, that she loved him but more so as a friend than a lover, she told him how she’d always found me attractive and after shelter in place happened, she tried connecting with me—and we did. With the exception of the nitty sexual details, she left no stone unturned. She told him that she and I were going to pursue a relationship right away and that she was very sorry and then it was my turn. I took the phone and the first thing I did was apologize. I explained to him that I had no intention of fucking his chick much less starting a relationship with her. I told him I had already found a new place and I would be leaving him a check with my half of the rent for six months, so he wasn’t stuck in a bind. He was silent for much of the conversation. Once Kelly and I had said all of the things we needed to say, Brock finally spoke.
“I didn’t go to the city to film,” he said, the tone of his voice much more mellow now. “You guys… telling me everything that you have, I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I know you didn’t mean to break me and Kelly up,” he cleared his throat, “so its ok.” ITS OK! He said it was ok! “I mean at first I was super fucking pissed like how could they do this shit to anyone. It does seem pretty fucked up. But now I don’t know. I hope you guys can make it work.” Kelly and I stared at each other, wide eyed, in disbelief that Brock was going to let us off the hook this way. Kelly looked puzzled for a moment then said: “Wait, you didn’t go to New York to get footage of running the bridge?” I forgot he had even mentioned that. He cleared his throat again, somewhat nervously, before dropping a bomb on us.
“Well I did go to the city. But I was meeting up with a girl from my company. We had started talking a lot, you know just work stuff. But then she invited me to come see the New York office so I did. We had sex. She wants a relationship only… uhh, I never told her I had a girlfriend.” Kelly’s jaw was on the floor. I didn’t know if she was shocked or hurt.
“You didn’t tell her you had a girlfriend who basically lived with you for four years?” Okay now I knew. She was pissed. And as soon as I could read that she was pissed, I became a little pissed. I mean, Brock was taking it well, we had gotten extremely lucky and it turns out, he didn’t love her either. Shouldn’t we all be happy and laughing about this? “Kelly, what does it matter now?” I asked her, putting my hand on her back. She stared at the phone. “Brock I’ll call you tomorrow,” she said, and hung up without waiting for him to reply. She turned to me, the euphoria of her clear conscious had completely worn off. “I mean, why didn’t he break up with me? Why didn’t he tell this chick when they started working together that he had a girlfriend? And don’t say it’s like us. You knew I was with Brock. You already knew.” I pulled back from her a bit. “I knew so somehow that’s better? Kelly. People don’t know who they’re going to connect with. And honestly, Brock not telling her that he had a girlfriend should just prove to you that you are not meant to be with him. He wasn’t trying to hurt you. He was trying to find his own slice of happiness. Just like us,” I said. We sat on the bed in a silence for a few moments before I suggested we shower, take a walk, and revisit all of this after some fresh air. I knew she wouldn’t stay upset, she just need some time to think about things. She agreed.
I had no idea how the rest of the evening was going to go but I knew if I could relax her, we could talk things through a bit more. I wanted her to let Brock off the hook—after all, he had done the same for us.
I ran the shower and got in and she came in with me. I washed her body for her and her hair, which she had to redo because I haven’t the slightest clue on how to wash a woman’s hair. She then washed me, spending a little extra time playing with my cock and balls from behind. “Want a quick reach around?” she asked. “Just so you know, the answer to that will always be yes and therefore, you don’t need to ask.” She giggled a little before beginning to stroke my soapy cock slowly. She rolled my balls in the palm of her hand while using the other hand to maintain a steady, slow stroke. She pushed her soapy tits against my back and began dirty talking. “Now I get to play with your cock free of guilt,” she said. And it set in. This Baywatch looking blonde bombshell that I had been fucking like crazy was my girlfriend. I had to put that thought out of my mind so I didn’t become a one minute man. She kept jerking me off only now instead of fondling my balls she was rubbing her hand up and down my chest and stomach. “You can put it in my pussy first thing in the morning and fuck me in the ass right before bed and if I come visit you at lunch, I can suck your dick in the car. I’m allll yours,” she purred. After a few more minutes of her hands rubbing my body and stroking my cock I felt the orgasm building. “Turn around and get on your knees,” I demanded. “Now push your tits together.” I pushed my aching cock in between her fat, slippery tits and began pumping, the head of my member pushing up against her chin with each pump. Her nipples were rock hard and she had the most seductive look on her face, letting out a tiny whimper each time I plowed through her mounds. As I was reaching climax, I quickened my pace and she knew what was coming, no pun intended. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and titled her head back. She was waiting for me to spray her with my seed and I did. Rope after rope of warm jazz landed on her face, over her eyelids, onto her tongue and dribbled down her chin. She took her hands and rubbed it around her face and licked her lips. “I love how your cum feels on my skin, baby.” I helped her up and took the shower head off and handed it to her. “I love how it looks on your skin.” I said.
She washed her face and then moved the detachable shower head down to her pussy. I had heard that girls used the tub to get off but I had never really thought about the shower head before. She moved the shower head back and forth quickly around her clit, the stream of water stimulating her to the point of orgasm in just a few minutes. “I don’t want to cum yet,” she told me, handing me the shower head to hang back up. “I know a spot in the complex. Its quiet. I want to lay on the grass and I want you to finger me under my dress. I’ve always wanted to cum in public.”
Despite having more serious talking hanging over my head, I literally had never been so excited to take a walk.
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