Blow Out, Part 2

 She was good at rousing the animal inside him. His eyes hungrily devoured her in his mind--her lips, her neck, her shoulders and her smooth legs were driving him absolutely mad!

"So, which idiot should I thank for bringing you here?" he asked.

--"That would be you, dear!"

"Geez, you had to remind me?"

--"It was your idea!"

"FINE! What the fuck is up?"

--"The hemline of my skirt is!"

"Goddammit, woman!"

--"Hey, I'm just teasing...you look zapped!"

"Long fucking day..."

--"So..."

"So?"

--"So, are you gonna tell me how delicious I look?"

"Yeah, right!"

--"Come on!"

"Damn, woman!"

--"Damn me, what?" and she leans over towards him, eyes pleading, her hand going towards his.

"Aaaaah, you look so damn good, I want to fuck your brains out!!!"

--"There...was that so hard, dear? Pun definitely intended!"

And she had that smirk or smile he was dying to rip off her face! He was clinching his teeth, struggling to muffle his rage. His trousers were shrinking!

"Are you gonna sit there and wet my pants or are you going to tell me why you showed up?"

--"Shit, I was having so much fun!" and she withdrew to her seat and crossed her legs. He saw a glimpse of her lace underwear underneath the short skirt. He was pissed but at the same time aroused and aching to do what he just said right there on the funky floor of a crowded doughnut shop! He waves to a service crew member and asks for an ashtray. He couldn't get up. The bulge in his pants would scandalize the other customers.

"What was so important that you had to wake me in the middle of the night?" he asked while lighting up his first smoke since he arrived.

--"He doesn't take my calls anymore." she replied with her head bowed down.

"Holy fucking crap, that's it?"

--"Well..."

"Well...what?"

--"He's seeing someone else..."

"Jesus H. Christ, woman! You're 23 years old. You can pretty much think for yourself now. Why the hell are you sticking with him?"

--"I...I..."

"...and don't give me that, 'I love him.' bullshit!"

She broke into tears. He stubs out his half-smoked cigarette and moves over to her and grabs her into a tight embrace, careful not to squeeze too hard.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be too hard on you."

--"Yeah, but you have a 'hard-on' now, don't you?"

"Will you never quit with the puns?"

--"I can't help it. It's hitting my side."

He heard just about all he needed. He grabbed his Domke. Pulled her by the arm and hailed a cab as they rushed out of the doughnut shop. 

They ended up at his place. He helps her take a spot on the couch and he throws all his gear on the empty chair next to it. She had a blank stare on her face. Speechless. 

He walks over to the fridge to grab a beer but offered none to her. He needed the drink more than she did. He takes a seat at the dining table and stares at her from across the room. She was perfect! 

Close to an hour passes and neither say a word. She was still motionless on the couch, barely moving from where she first sat. Her legs were partially sprawled and he could again see her lace undies. Fucking her brains out...that was all he could think of.

After finishing half a pack of cigarettes, he walked over to her.

"Tell me something, woman!"

--"Tell you what?"

"Anything!"

She kept mum as he stood over her. Her thoughts were racing in her head. He was outraged that someone so special to him would fall for a rat. It was the ultimate injustice! There he was all those years caring, watching and loving her and for what? He never went for anyone else because his heart craved her and all she would ever give him were sleepless nights and a boner. He wanted to shoot himself right there. He just wanted the pain to end quickly!

No one and nothing on earth could've stopped him when he did what he did. He undressed her skillfully like a pickpocket would take a wristwatch unnoticed. She did not resist. He loved her with all his animal rage all throughout the night and into the breaking dawn. She would answer in moans and screams of pleasure. He quenched his bottled up rage inside her--forcefully, brutally and ruthlessly. 

He found her the next morning fully dressed and sitting at the dining table with a warm cup of coffee. It was his turn to sit on the couch and watch her from across the room. She would not glance back. They would stay motionless for what would seem an eternity.

When she finally moved, she sipped the last few drops and emptied her coffee cup. They both get up at about the same time and he walks unhurriedly towards her. She never made a sound.

He was thinking about all those years they had known each other, all the men she had been with, all the times she broke down and got back up because of him. He was wondering why they never ended up together. He was asking so many questions in his head that he hardly even noticed the door slam shut as she left.

She never called that night. He would never go back to sleep again.