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Taking me by my hips, Mike started moving his beautiful cock inside my tight little asshole, making me literally shudder with pleasure.
“It’s okay, baby, let go.”
I started to moan and then scream, letting loose with unequivocal indications of how good he was making me feel. Mike reached around again and fingered my pussy as he fucked my asshole, making me cum at the same time he filled my asshole with his own cum.
Kissing the back of my neck, Mike slowly pulled out of my asshole and sat on the edge of the bed behind me.
“Do you want to have a shower before you go?” he asked.
He might as well have stabbed me in the heart.
Chapter Seven
Sally
It was a complete failure. I was no closer to knowing what Mike wanted, not for sure.
He wanted to fuck me. That much was clear. I couldn’t really fault him for this. I really liked fucking him too. We had a lot in common in that respect and had a lot of good sexual chemistry.
I just didn’t want this to be the basis of our relationship. I’d never been down that road myself, being a bit too neurotic for that, but I had known people, both male and female who had, especially when I was enrolled in college, and it never seemed to work very well for anyone involved.
I believed there was something about human psychology, typical human psychology anyway, that longed for some sort of security. It just stood to reason. Even those in polyamorous relationships, something I had never considered, had what tended to be called a ‘Primary’ or a relationship and a partner which was always there, not matter what else they might do.
I’d had an inkling of something deeper going on with Mike. Some kind of trauma that led him to being really protective or his heart, but did I seem to be able to get to it? No. He was too well guarded.
I would have tried to help if he had let me, which really just made it more frustrating. Someone I liked was clearly hurting but was too busy hiding behind machismo to let me even try to help. I decided to just give it up and save us both a lot of time and trouble.
I was half awake when the knocking started. I tried to ignore it, putting my pillow over my head to try and block it all out or at least to muffle it. Whoever was knocking was relentless and made it clear that they would not go away until I answered.
Pulling myself groggily out of bed, I shambled to the door, still yawning, just as a second barrage of door knocks started up.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, keep your pants on!”
I opened the door, my eyes still only half way to that state and peered out blearily at the agent of Hell who had opted to disturb my much needed slumber.
“Jessa?”
“Hey,” she said quietly.
I knew Jessa through work. She had ordered several cakes over the years for the parties she threw apparently on a weekly basis and kept me in business when I first started out after opening the bakery. She was also the source of some of the most surprising, interesting and hilarious orders I had gotten to that point.
The fake dildo had been hers, it being one of her friends who had been getting married and Jessa had been in charge of organizing the bachelorette party. There was another order which called for two dozen icing butterflied to be applied to a cake made up to look as much like a flower garden as possible. It had been for a garden tea party.
I gave her a hug, Jessa not really responding. I was about to invite her in but Jessa didn’t seem really happy to be there. It was then that I realized why Mike had seemed so familiar. She and Mike had been together back when I first started baking for her. She always took the lead in terms of the ordering and whatever so I really only saw in him the background or at a distance when she was around which was why he never really made much of an impression at the time. She was the one sending my e-transfers after all.
“Why were you with Rickard’s with Mike last night?” Jessa asked pointedly.
“How did-”
“I was there too. Didn’t Mike tell you? I’m pretty sure he saw me. At least going by the look on his face, ”
“No, he didn’t I didn’t see you either.”
“I’m good at not being noticed when it is needed. I’ve been dodging paparazzi for over a year.”
“I-I guess that makes sense,” I said, my mind lurching into gear.
“You still haven’t answered my question. What were you doing with Mike last night?”
“Are you stalking us or something,” I asked.
