Chapter 1: Opening Image
I invited Angela over, she's standing there in the living room looking at me.
"Hey stranger," I say, then I kiss her on the lip. Her lips are cold, and they don't taste like anything. I look into her green eyes and see the teardrops still clinging to the lashes. I can feel her heart racing against mine.
"So," I say, "how was your day?"
"I've been better." Angela laughs it off nonchalantly, but I can see the worry lines etched into her brows. She sits down across from me and looks into the floor-length mirror that sits against the wall.
I watch as she runs her fingers through her jet-black hair, trying to smooth out the tangles that have formed from a long day at work. A few strands fall over her shoulders, framing her delicate face.
"I'm just so tired," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if I can do this anymore."
"So when can I move in?" Angela asked.
"Ummm..." I said.
Angela hesitated for a moment.
"Never right?" Angela said.
She looked at me with wide, hopeful eyes. But I couldn't give her the answer she wanted. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that kind of commitment.
She looked down at the floor and fiddled with the tassels on her boots. I could see the hurt in her eyes, but I didn't know how to comfort her. She was always so independent, always so self-assured. But in that moment, she looked vulnerable, and it killed me.
"I've seen how the other girls look at you," Angela said.
"You're going to leave me aren't you?" Angela asked.
I felt a pang of guilt. "No, of course not," I reassured her. "I just need some time to think, that's all."
Angela nodded slowly, as if she understood. But I could see the pain in her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the tension in her body. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her perfume, a delicate blend of jasmine and vanilla.
"Hey, it's okay," I whispered into her ear.
"I need some time to figure things out."
Angela nodded, but I knew she wasn't truly satisfied with my answer. I could see the disappointment in her eyes, and it broke my heart.
I pulled away from her, letting her go. She sat down on the couch and rubbed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over.
"Are you gonna tell me what's going on?" She asked me.
"I can't right now," I said.
I didn't want to hurt her, but I didn't know how else to explain my feelings. I looked away, avoiding her gaze.
"You always do this," Angela said, her voice cracking slightly. "You push me away just when I need you most."
She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, but it was too late. The tears were already streaming down her face, leaving dark trails on her cheeks. I wanted to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay, but I knew that I couldn't make that promise.
Angela got down on her knees and began unbuttoning my jeans.
Her hands were steady, but her eyes were filled with desperation. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she tugged on my belt and lowered my pants to the ground.
She looked up at me with her green eyes, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Please, Byron. Just stay with me tonight."
Angela's voice was quiet, almost pleading.
Angela grabbed my dick and began stroking it gently.
"Just stay with me, please," she said, her eyes imploring me to make her feel wanted. I couldn't help but stare at her, torn between my desire to comfort her and my hesitation about our relationship. I glanced around the room, taking in the glimpses of our lives together that were scattered throughout: the photos of us on vacation, the vase with wilting flowers, the comforter on the couch that always seemed to smell like sunscreen and saltwater.
I looked back down at Angela, who was still kneeling before me, tears streaming down her face as she continued to stroke me gently.
She began using her tongue to lick the tip
of my dick, and I let out a low groan. I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling it back gently as I looked down at her. She looked so small and vulnerable, but there was a determination in her eyes that I couldn't ignore.
I didn't know how to respond. I wanted to make her happy, but I didn't want to give her false hope. I didn't want to lead her on.
"Angela," I whispered. She didn't look up. She just kept staring at me, her eyes pleading.
Angela started to moan softly as she continued to lick and kiss my dick. I couldn't help but shiver as waves of pleasure washed over me. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, trying to push the guilt away. She was trying so hard to make me stay, to make me commit.
And I loved her for it. I really did.
But I wasn't sure if I could give her what she wanted.
Angela's moans were getting louder, more passionate. She wrapped her lips around my length and began to suck, her tongue flicking against the underside.
I couldn't help it.
My body responded to her touch, and I couldn't resist her any longer. I groaned as she continued to pleasure me, my legs trembling slightly.
I reached down and caressed her hair, running my fingers through the silky strands as I pulled her closer to me. She looked up at me with her tear-streaked face, her eyes still pleading.
"I don't know what to do," I whispered. "I don't know if I can give you what you need."
Angela shook her head and continued to work her magic with her mouth.
"I want you to cum in my mouth.
I want to taste you," Angela said, her words hot and heavy in my ear. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should let her go this far. But the heat coursing through my body was too strong to resist.
I let out a moan as she took me deeper in her mouth, her hot tongue swirling around my shaft. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my loins growing stronger with each passing second.
Angela moaned in response, her hips pressing against my leg.
I could feel her hands on my lower back, her fingers digging into my skin as she sucked me in deeper.
The room was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, and I could feel my heart trying to hammer its way out of my chest. I looked down at Angela, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she worked her lips and tongue over me.
With a shudder, I gave in to the pleasure. I felt a surge of warmth as my orgasm took over, and I let out a cry of pleasure. Angela didn't falter, swallowing every last drop.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a sense of satisfaction and relief. I could see the exhaustion and worry lining her face, and I knew that I needed to make a decision. I couldn't keep her hanging indefinitely.
I pulled her to her feet, wrapping her in my arms. I held her tightly, feeling the weight of her body pressed against mine. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair, and let out a sigh.
"Okay," I whispered.
Angela looked up at me, her eyes wide with shock.
"What happened?" she whispered.
I held her at arm's length, staring into her tear-filled eyes.
"I can't do this anymore, Angela," I said sadly. "I don't know if I ever truly loved you."
Angela's face crumpled, and I could see the hurt and confusion written all over it. She tried to speak, but her voice was choked with emotion.
"But...but I thought we had something special," she stammered, tears streaming down her face.