Marissa spied her ex-husband Franklin before he saw her and decided to make a break for it. He was walking hand in hand with his new girlfriend and she had not the time or the patience for his snazzy remarks. She quickly looked for a way out of the huge mall without passing them. Marissa's eyes searched back and forth frantically until she saw a Sports Authority packed full of shoppers, she decided to make a break. Thirty feet from the store her heart beat as if she had just did a double shot of espresso with energy drink back. She did not like Franklin and she knew like hell, she wasn't going to like his girl friend. Ten feet from the store she passed All-American Cookies glancing briefly at the double fudge macadamias. She ran the last five feet.
The leathery smell of baseball gloves inside the store reminded her of her old high school's locker room. It was in a locker room were her and Franklin first had sex. She made her way to the rear of the store next to the golf clubs and punching bags. The odor of burlap and machine oil recalled memories of that day. Marissa remembered sneaking into the equipment room and making a makeshift bed by pushing the volleyball nets into a jumbled pile. She quickly lifted her skirt and pulled her panties off as Franklin tried to open a small condom wrapper. She remembers lying there on that dusty pile and being confused when she touched herself, finding her hand covered in a tangy slickness. It took Franklin three tries before he pushed into her. At first a cold jolt shot through her sex and the stinging sensation of pain. She remembered gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut hoping it would end soon. Her hands gripped those dirty nets as Franklins eased his penis deep inside her wetness. She wanted to stop. But as the sensation went away as she became wetter with each stroke. Her tender nipples ached and strained against her cotton bra as her breasts swung in unison with his strokes. His pudgy hand pulled one breast out of its cup sucking greedily at its swollen nipple. Her toes curled in her sneakers as his wet balls slapped against her soft ass. Franklin pumped faster and faster until she felt that familiar tingle, the kind she would get when she touched herself too long. But only that tingle made her love throb. The throb turned into contractions that squeezed down hard on Franklin's dick. She could feel the pressure in her back as it poured down her legs, and she remembered liking it. Franklin grunted as he came then rolled right off. Only when Coach Melton cleared his throat did they know he saw the whole thing. Only after they had been married for three years did she realize he had a dick the size of a used tic-tac. She grinned as Frankie boy and his girl marched pass.
Later that night Marissa climbed up on her queen sized bed bored and pissed off. She was set on not watching any reality show that had the words love, romance, couples or marriage. She didn't want to see reality programs where a handsome man had a whole host of women begging him for marriage. She needed meat, raw unadulterated meat that dripped sex from the television screen drenching her bedroom in electronic pheromones. Marissa ordered pay per view Butt Wizards 5 then leaned back on her bed. She removed her panties and spread her legs. Scene after scene passed as she teased herself. She rubbed her swollen lips and played in her stickiness. Marissa was careful not to touch her erect nub or push her fingers past the opening. The television screen was filled with women with huge asses and lubricated penises being slid deep into them. Her clit jumped with each stroke. She lay back against the headboard and pushed her hand deep into her pajama top. Her mouth moistened as she grabbed her right breast and rubbed it up and down inside of the soft top. Marissa imagined a hot mouth sucking her asshole. She imagined the disembodied tongue rimming the tender flesh before pushing past her sphincter exploring her musk. . She quickly turned her head towards the nightstand where her special toys were located. This madness could be over in seconds. However, Marissa didn't want toys she wanted dick and lots of it. She flipped open her cell and dialed Peter with her hand still on her vagina, lovely Peter her late night pussy eater. The phone rang and rang but Peter never picked up. She called his home phone, but no one answered. Shit, it was going to be a long night. Marissa jumped out of the bed and ran towards the bathroom, where she stripped and stayed under the frigid spray for nearly an hour.
The next morning Marissa headed to work at Partnum Law where she was a Paralegal slash receptionist. It was a small firm, but they paid really well. Her job in the morning was to make coffee and clear the firm's inbox. She went about her business as usual. Turning on lights and sitting the plants in the windows when she noticed someone sitting at their desk. It was the newest lawyer Clyde.
"Attorney Elps you been here all night?"
He raised his head, "Yes ma'am gotta show and prove around here."
"Would you like some coffee?"
He nodded his head and continued working.
The day crept by as people complained about the usual, their bills, and their kids being arrested on the same trumped up charges. Marissa watched as the clock creep towards 5:00pm as she prematurely grabbed her things. Clyde closed his office door, pulled on his hounds tooth blazer and loosened his tie
"Hey, would you like to get a professional bite to eat?" Clyde punctuated professional.
Marissa stood up straight, "Only if you're buying."
Clyde smiled, "Sure."
The restaurant was nice and dinner was full of small talk. Marissa didn't know how to take Clyde. He was a tall and quiet man who smiled more than he spoke. He was a mystery. She had never taken a call from a girlfriend or a wife for him. Marissa couldn't just sit there, the suspense was killing her. Finally she threw her napkin on the table and asked, "Where is your girlfriend or um...boyfriend?"
Clyde choked on his key lime pie and reached for his lemon water, "Boyfriend, Ms. Marissa do I give off gay vibes?" He took a sip; his eyes were frantic as he searched Marissa's face for an answer.
She became nervous, "Honey, I didn't mean it that way; I didn't want to offend you if you were gay."
