Chapter 3
Willow
I was surprised when Tommy called me shortly after Jack left. “Hey baby, I heard date night sucked tonight. Want some company? I can make you happy again,” Tommy blurted out when I answered the phone.
“What if he comes back? What if he decides to apologize and thinks he should tell me face to face?” I asked. But part of me likes the naughtiness of fucking Tommy again after a pouting Jack left me without even a goodbye.
“Then you answer the door and tell him to go away. Tell him you don’t want to talk right now,” Tommy offers. “Okay, but you can’t stay the night,” I agreed.
My panties were already wet by the time Tommy showed up fifteen minutes later. It feels so wrong that I am going to be fucking Tommy again when it should be Jack who I am fucking tonight. The wrongness thrills me somehow.
Quickly, Tommy and I undress when we get to my bedroom. I have just laid down and spread my legs for Tommy when my cell rings and it is Jack.
“What do you want? Now you want to talk after shutting me out tonight?” I hiss just as Tommy starts eating my pussy. “Oh my Gaaaawwwwd,” I moan huskily.
Jack: What was that sound? What are you doing?
Willow: Oh gawd, Oh gawd…I’m masturbating.
Jack: You’re masturbating when you blow me off most of the time.
Willow: Oooooooooh gawd that feels so good.
Willow: Look, you blew your chance to get lucky tonight. Don’t you dare tell me I can’t have mine.
Tommy: Gawd this is some sweet pussy.
Jack: Who was that? Who was that?
Willow: I’m watching a porno
Willow: Oh Gaaawwwd baby eat that fucking pussy.
Willow: Maybe you should take out your dick and jerk off. We can have phone sex since you left me high and dry this evening.
Jack: This is bullshit. First you scolded me for bringing you flowers. You slam your door in my face when I take you home. And now you’re rubbing it in my face that you are masturbating. What the fuck kind of relationship is that?
Willow: Hey, You called me!
I hang up my phone and turn it off before Jack can call me back. If he hadn’t been a pouty baby tonight. He would be the one between my legs right now.
“Fuck me Tommy. I want your dick now,” I growl and pull on his head to help him mount me. “Yessssss! Fuck me like you own me,” I purr as Tommy slips his dick into me.
“Geez! You really like getting over on Jack whenever you can…don’t you,” Tommy laughed in a sneering cackle.
“Just shut up and fuck me Tommy. Jack had his chance tonight and he blew it,” I snarl.
“Maybe Jack isn’t your number one guy after all.
It seems like I get a lot more pussy than he does,” Tommy grunted cruelly.
I feel the acid of guilt seep inside me.
What Tommy says is true. I have fucked Tommy and others a lot more than I have fucked my boyfriend of 5 years.
Fact is that I probably give him the minimum that a fiancé should receive from the girl in his life.
But then again, HE was the one who picked me a fight not the other way around.
As soon as Tommy drains his cock in my pussy. I send him home. I am wracked with guilt now. It is 8 days from now that I am due to marry Jack. How could I be like this? When I try to call Jack, my call goes directly to voice mail. He has shut off his phone.