We had lost! Damn team's losing streak had to end against us. I didn't feel like going with the guys to mourn our lost. They were probably going somewhere to get piss drunk anyway. Can't say I like to drink a whole lot either. I just wanted to go home and stay with Amber, my Amber. That'd be enough to make me feel better. What the hell was that noise?
I heard slight moans as I stepped into my apartment. The rain tapping on the windows as if trying to tell me something, but what? A million things were going through my mind, but there was one that stuck like a thorn. What if the moan was from Amber? Maybe I imagined it. I had to be sure. My heartbeat felt like it would rip through my chest at any moment as I neared the door. The realization of the situation was getting to me.
It was there, where the door cracked open, the light coming from our room that I saw them. Amber was straddling the legs of her Ex-boyfriend. The skinny bastard had a sly grin on his pimpled covered face as he spoke to her. I didn't hear what he was saying, nor did I care. All I heard was Amber's mouth bobbing up and down on her Ex's prick. Her tits swaying as she slurped and sucked, while the asshole kept up his incessant mumbling. Amber lifted her mouth from his cock for a moment jacking it up and down furiously before engulfing it into her mouth again. His hand guiding her head up and down as he moaned and threw his head back. Pulling her mouth away from his dick, she simply smiled while she climbed the little shit's legs. His cock crushed between her cunt as Amber wrapped her thin little fingers around the base, positioning herself above it. She lowered herself slowly, the cockhead spreading her cunt lips causing her to shiver as she impaled herself onto his cock. This was too much for me to handle. I stepped away from the door as Amber continued her fucking with her Ex. What the hell did I just witness? Was this really happening to me? I didn't want to find out again. The moans from behind the door telling me that it was all too real. Maybe I should've kept with the drunken ritual after every game after all.
Leaning against the wall, I felt like dribbling the little shit's head against it. I felt like crying. I wanted to cry, but I just couldn't. I didn't want them to have the satisfaction of the fact. I felt a lot of things but I just couldn't concentrate. Fucking hell. I didn't know what else to think. I should probably leave and don't ever come back, my mind repeated like a broken record. I made my way back out into the streets, into the inviting rain.
Standing by my car, the thought of Amber's lips wrapped around another man's prick plagued my mind. It was killing me. I wanted to break something, preferably a certain guy's jaw. Wanted to do something, but there was nothing to do. I thought of everything, and yet nothing at the same time. I had nothing left to do but sleep. The anger must've exhausted me. Lying on the sidewalk, with the rain hitting me from all directions, next to my car, I fell asleep.
***
The early rays of light peeking through the hood of my eyelids woke me that morning. Cold, hard concrete reminded me of where and why I was there. Reminding me of the situation I caught Amber in the night before. Groggy and half awake, I sat up, trying to adjust to my surroundings. I felt sore, Damn football. I stretched, and low and behold, I saw Amber coming out of the apartment. Must be going to her morning classes. I didn't want to see her. Didn't want her to see me, but she caught sight of the muscle bound jock next to his car, soaking from last evening's rain. Who would've missed sight of me? She leaned down rolling her eyes as she greeted me, smiling. I felt my anger peak up again.
"What're you doing on the ground?" She asked with a slight grin. "Were you out drinking again? You know it's just a football game."
I felt pretty pathetic. I really did. I thought of how I worked for her attention throughout my years in high school and college. No you bitch. I just caught you blowing some shithead in my apartment when I came home early from the game. I glared into her eyes as if I was trying to bore holes through them. I could tell that she was beginning to feel uncomfortable as I sat and stared while she looked around. I must've probably looked like a nut case to anyone passing by. Just some weirdo who likes to sleep in the rain and stare at incredible looking blond girls.
