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“Yes, Mom, it’s sounds great,” Roy smiles from ear to ear.
“So, how was your time with Dad?”
“It was perfect, except for the fact that you weren’t there,” he says sadly, however keeps his smile on. “At least you’re here now; that’s all that matters,” he hugs my waist tightly.
“Ah! My love,” I hug him back and lean towards him to smell his hair. “How was your day? Should we go and have some ice cream?”
“Yes, Mommy. Sounds great.”
We sat at a round table and talked about life, as usual, using big words suitable for little children.
“Mom, are you happy now?” Roy tensed up, waiting for my answer.
“My sweetheart, when you’re with me, it’s needless to ask; you’re the essence of my joy. You’re the reason for my existence. If it weren’t for you, I would have long given up.” I fall silent. “My Roy, these last couple of days I’ve been trying to heal my soul, regather my thoughts so I can be a better mother to you. I think that everyone deserves to be happy, as does your dear father,” I add. “Although we’ve struggled to keep a peaceful home together, it wasn’t and never will be your fault. The grown-up world isn’t as different as you might think,” I explain. “We also experience quite a lot of uncertainties and quarrels. Imagine you’ve had a fight with your best friend at school. You’re very hurt, perhaps you even cry. Then, after some time, you muster the courage to stop being his friend and find other friends who make you happy. So, the same goes for us, the adults. We can’t force anyone to like us. In order to raise children, parents need to have the right outlook and attitude. The first principle is the principle of joy. If it exists, then the energy flows on its own.”
“Mom, do you have a new friend?” he suddenly asks me. How did he realize it? I stifle my embarrassment.
“I’ve met someone. I know it’s very quick,” I add, “but he makes me happy. Everything is still pretty new between us. Only time will tell. What matters is that you and I are always together, right?”
“That’s all that really matters,” he nods.
We finish eating and resume our daily routine.
It’s 9:00 pm. My beloved Roy is asleep, tucked into bed, happily hugging the same stuffed monkey he’s been sleeping with since he was a baby.
I text him a picture of me waiting for him in bed and write: “Can’t wait.” A few seconds later, I hear someone knocking at the door.
“How did you get here so quickly?” I ask, surprised.
“I was in the area,” he explains and confidently walks in.
“So, you’ve been waiting for me?” I smile and look at him.
“You’re worth waiting for.” He leans in, presses my lips together with his hand and kisses me deeply.
I immediately pounce him and deepen the kiss. He grabs onto me, and places his hands under my ass cheeks, supporting my body and completely turning me on in the process. As he somewhat waddles to the bedroom, I let out uncontrollable pleasured moans.
“Shush. Don’t wake Roy up! Behave yourself, okay? Crazy girl!” He lightly spanks my buttocks. Then, he tosses me on the bed, locks the door and removes every piece of clothing off of me.
We’re all over each other, getting carried away in a crazed love-making session. We lie on the very bed I had slept on with Matthew only a few weeks ago; the very same bed I was given when I was cast out from my old home to build my new life in this one. Avi looks so enthusiastic to see me, as if it had been weeks since we saw each other. He cups my breasts, bites them lustfully, then breathes into my ear, driving me completely mad. He sends a chill down my spine. I give in to him, relishing every moment his hands explore and marvel at my body. His penis is so stiff. He penetrates me and breaks through every possible wall inside of me. He’s demanding and uninhibited, and he immerses himself in me. I feel so confident, beautiful and I melt in his hands.
“It’s such a pleasure fucking you in your natural environment!” he cries out, unloading his bursting passion inside of me. We both try to catch our breath, completely entangled in each other.
There’s a loud knock on the door. This time I panic.
“Who is it?” I try to locate some of my clothes scattered on the floor, just so I could look decent enough to open the door.
“A robe, honey,” he mutters at me. “That’s all you need. And hurry back. I miss you already.”
His suggestion made sense. I pull a robe out of my closet and immediately wrap it around my body.
“I wish I were your robe,” he keeps taunting me.
“One minute!” I shout at the door. I try to straighten myself. I push back my disheveled hair and slowly open the door.
“Matthew?” All of the sudden, reality seems to have knocked on my door.
“Sam!” Matthew barges in. “I have to tell you something. Despite everything that happened between us, I hope you know that you’ll always be important to me.”
