Work In Progress II

The rain was pouring now; drenching her clothes and plastering her hair to her face. Her cold, blue eyes glared out from behind dripping curls. “You bastard,” she whispered, venom dripping from every syllable. “You complete, total and utter bastard!”

“I’m sorry!” he shouted, fists clenched at his sides. “I never meant for it to happen!” He gazed into her eyes, pleading silently for her to believe him. She stared back in silence, waiting for his next excuse. “I didn’t mean to kiss her… We were drinking, and I went to kiss her cheek, but she turned, and… Well… One thing led to another. You understand, don’t you?” He looked hopeful, his dark brown eyes giving off that sad puppy dog look. It was pathetic.

 “Oh, of course I understand baby boy, it was just a drunken mistake,” she said cheerfully, each word drowning in sarcasm. “Just a silly mistake. It’s alright, I forgive you”. She took a step forward, nervously rubbing her left hand over her opposite arm, looking down at her feet. He stepped forward with a shaky laugh, and wrapped an arm around her. “I love you babe,” he whispered, a finger beneath her chin lifting her gaze to his angelic face. “Always have, always will”. He bent down, his questing lips finding hers. Softly at first, but quickly getting harder, crushing their lips together, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth.

 She pressed her body against his, her arms reaching up to encircle his neck. She parted her lips and welcomed his tongue in, meeting hers and beginning the dance of lovers. His hand drifted down from her chin, fingers trailing across her neck, down to the top of her shirt. He hesitated for a split second, and then his cold fingers were beneath her bra, searching needfully for her nipple. They found it, and trapping it between them, began squeezing gently, the pressure causing her to moan into his mouth.

 One of her hands dropped from his neck, a finger trailing sensually over his hardened stomach, down to the object of her desire. She enclosed it in her hand, and began gently manipulating him through his jeans, causing him to moan into her mouth in return. Dropping to her knees, she pulled his fly down with her teeth, her fingers scrabbling to undo the button. He sprang forth in all his erect glory as his pants fell around his ankles. He watched through lust-glazed eyes as she leant forward and kissed his tip, her hand creeping up between his thighs to cup his testicles. “That’s it babe, suck it,” he panted, his heart beating madly in expectation.

 She squeezed suddenly, crushing his tender orbs mercilessly between her numb fingers. He screamed, a high-pitched, almost strangled sound, and collapsed in the mud unconscious. She stood above him and gazed down upon his prone body. “Fucking cheating cunt,” she spat. “’Just a drunken mistake.’ What do you take me for? I’ve seen the way you looked at her.”