Page 32 of Monster Diner

She whimpered as he leaned in, then tongue flicked each nipple in turn until she was desperate to come. She felt like a sweater being pulled apart, one thread at a time. Only after he’d thoroughly licked her breasts did his cock start to vibrate, and his semi-dexterous dick hooked upwards, hitting her G-spot and the last ridge rubbed her clit at the same time until she was gasping, plunging off the edge of her orgasm into oblivion.

Victor quickly followed. He came with a groan before collapsing on top of her. He stayed inside her as his dick grew limp. She felt his heart racing against her chest, and she thought, while floating on that cloud of bliss, that she could stay here forever. But he pulled out and left her lying on the table like a limp noodle.

“Be right back,” he said, kissing her forehead and disappearing into the hall. Victor returned a few minutes later, towel in hand. He cleaned her up and then carried her to the couch, which was good because she wasn’t sure she could walk on her own.

He set her up in a nest of blankets, just in time for the doorbell to ring. The Chinese food had arrived, and Victor laid out their spread on the coffee table. He’d queued up one of her favorite campy horror movies, and they cuddled on the couch together.

She couldn’t think of a more perfect end to a more perfect day.

Victor’s hand was on her thigh, drawing slow circles upward, and she was spreading her legs when her phone rang.

“Ignore it,” he said, kissing the side of her neck.

She did, hitting mute without looking.

But then the phone rang again. And something in her gut told her there was something wrong.

“Let me just check,” she said.

She picked it up, to see her mother was calling.

“Hey, Mom, everything alright?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you and Steven broke up?”

14

LIZZY

Lizzy gripped the phone tighter. As she counted her breaths, she pulled away from Victor.

“I have to take this call,” she mouthed.

He gestured for her to have her privacy and got up to go into the kitchen, leaving her alone with her mother’s disappointment. A familiar feeling.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I told you that boy was nothing but trouble. Lazy good-for-nothing from the start. Maybe now you can get your life on track. It’s never too late to go back to school. That’s what I did after I left Frank Jr.”

Just hearing her father’s name was like having a knife twisted in her gut. She hadn’t told her mom that he’d died. She couldn’t keep dragging this out forever.

“I know, Mom,” she replied.

“You say that, but then you keep choosing these losers. I tried introducing you to Brenda’s son, the lawyer. He was nice. If you have to date, might as well be someone making good money.”

He was also a raging narcissist and told Lizzy to her face that she was too fat and too old to be worth his time. But she wasn’t going to say that.

“We didn’t gel,” she said instead.

“Well, you’re worth more than losers like Steven.”

“Yep.” Lizzy felt the numbness rising, the desire to retreat coming up to choke her. She couldn’t let it though.

She switched the phone from ear to ear as her mother kept on about all her past mistakes. “I told you it wasn’t worth giving up your dreams for him. I told you that now is the time to come back home. Go to school, get your degree. I’ll support you. Like I’ve been begging you to do all along.”

“There’s something else I haven’t told you yet,” she said, the words bursting from her.

Her mom sighed heavily. “Goddess preserve me. Don’t tell me you’re pregnant!”

“Goddess, no.” Lizzy chuckled slightly. She religiously took birth control. She couldn’t bring a child into her tumultuous life.