*“Oh fuck, Carlos, you’re gonna make me cum!”*
*Those words rang in my ears as I stood outside of our duplex, a cigarette lit and wafting past my face as I listened intently to every slap of flesh, every grunt, every scream of passion coming from inside.*
*“You like that, you dirty slut?” I could hear him slap her ass, could hear her moan for more in response.*
*“OH, fuck yeah, daddy! Fuck this cheating pussy! Oh my GOD, you know how to make me feel good! Better than he ever–”*
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“Are you excited, babe?”
The question brought me back to the present – a U-Haul, driving on a busy highway, heading for a new home. Our new home. I smiled at her, still half in the past. “Of course, baby.”
“Good!” She gave me her best smile, her ocean blue eyes only momentarily distracted from the road ahead of her. Her name was Lauren, and she was absolutely out of my league. Her petite but firm body was barely able to allow her visibility above the truck’s wheel, having reached a maximum height of 4’10” by middle school. She was incredibly toned, having hit the gym religiously for years even before we got together. Her hair, a dirty blond, extended only a bit past her shoulder blades. She barely wore any make up, naturally beautiful. She wore black short-shorts that day, black and white converse, and a crop top that begat her true nature to any who looked upon her.