I waited the next morning with anticipation for Angie to call me and ask me to wait with her. But she didn’t call.
She didn’t call and she didn’t text. By the time her bus came and left, I was furiously shuffling my cock in my hand to her pictures in a fit of anger and rage.
Before I chucked her phone, I took pictures of her nudes from her photo album. Surely they were the ones she felt confident enough in for mutual exchanges on kik or Snapchat or something. I took pictures of them on my phone and had been using them, I came six times inside of an hour.
My balls hurt so badly I had to sit for the rest of the day. Pissing was even a challenge. I was caught in a mix of climactic rushes mixed with overused cock muscles.
I just needed to relax for a day or two.
I say for five hours wondering why she wouldn’t reach out to me and where the hell she was. She missed the bus. Did she call off?
That evening she didn’t come home on the bus either. She was absent. And the next day as well and the day after than and the day after that.
Finally on Friday she was walking to the bus stop. She look shaken. She didn’t look like her confident self. She didn’t even walk to the bus stop. She passed it and came straight to my apartment building. The first floor has an awkward foyer that separates the five units. There’s a table and mailboxes in the foyer as well as the elevator.
No one else lives in the building. I’m face if you opened those apartments…you’d find whatever was left from the crackheads that used to live here. But I bought the building at auction, cleaned it up a bit and just renovated the top apartment.
Owning a few other apartment buildings in the city affords me a life style that keeps my interests possible.
Angie walks to into the foyer through the front doors. I panic for a moment knowing she’s coming up here. I quickly take her purse and other belongings and put them in my closet in a top shelf and them put a pillow over it to hide it.
Then quickly put on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, put dishes in the sink and try to straighten up a little. I’m picking up mail off my table when she knocks on the door.
“Fuck…” I say not really believing she’s here.
I drop the mail and walk to the door. I sigh an anxious breath and open it. “Hey!” I say excitedly.
“Hi.” Angie’s voice is shaky and she’s definitely been crying. Her face is puffy and her eyes are red.
“Are you ok?” I ask, “come in, can I get you something?”
“Yeah…” she says and then immediately breaks into tears. “No. I’m not ok.” She begins to sob standing in the middle of the entry way between my kitchen and living room.
“Oh….oh no.” I stutter and quickly give her a hug.
“No-“ she says abruptly and puts her hands up between us. “No please. I’m ok.” She looks at me with a weakness, a rage, a silent moan. “I just wanted to ask if I could wait here in the mornings for my bus.” She finally gets out.
“Of course.” I say taking a step back slowly.
“I was attacked earlier this week walking home from the bus.” She says and breaks down again.
“Fuck…” I say and pull a chair over. “Angie, I’m so sorry. Please sit down.” I say pleading with her. “Let me get you some coffee.”
She sits and accepts the coffee through ragged breaths. “I just…” I tries to talk but her cries interrupt herself. She composes and tries again. “I just have to work, ya know. I still have bills. I’m just so scared to be alone.” She says softly through broken words.
My cock gets hard as she says the words I’ve been longing to hear, ‘Jesse, take me, protect me from this world. I need you, I love you.’ It’s so hard to restrain my grin trying to break free.
“Angie, I’d be happy to hang out with you in the mornings. I could walk you home in the evenings.” I suggest and pull up another chair. I use the opportunity to smile with my back turned to her and then wipe it off my face when I turn back. I sit across from her slowly, take her hand in mine. “It’s ok.”
She nods and looks away but doesn’t pull away. “What about today?” I say noticing the bus will be here any moment. “Do you have work today?” She shakes her head no and whispers that she starts back on Monday.
“I’m not bothered or anything but, you could have called me.” I tell her. “It’s freezing out there.”
“He took my phone. I haven’t gotten a new one yet.” She admits looking back at me.
She shrugs as if to say, “what are you gonna do.”
“Well, I’m not doing anything. You want to watch a movie?” I ask. “I don’t have much around here but I do have 124” screen with surround sound….and I make a mean bowl of popcorn.”
Angie turns and sees the entertainment set up and gasps, “oh wow! That’s pretty impressive.”
“I like to be impressive.” I jest.
“Mission Accomplished.” She says getting up and going over to where I’ve been furiously masterbating to her. She sits right on a cum rag. Fuck me.
“I’m sorry. I’m a bachelor. A little bit of a slob. I’ll make sure it’s cleaner the next time you’re over.” I tell her licking up a few things.
She smiles and sits back on the couch.
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