I looked down at my phone. Three hundred and fifty two new messages, over a thousand new notifications from different apps, but not one was from the girl I was hoping to receive one from.
Emily had left me. I was sure of it. It had been two weeks since we had spoken though it felt as if it were months since we were in the car wash and she told me how she felt. I was so positive when we had sex we made up, but I was wrong.
It started when she didn't ask me to pick her up from class the next day. When I called she said she got a ride from one of her classmates so I didn't need to come to get her. This happened on Friday too. I was sure on Saturday she would come over like she usually does, but she told me she made plans with some classmates to get brunch. On Sunday I didn't hear from her until evening when she said she had gone to see her cousin and had forgotten her phone home. By Monday I felt as if she was avoiding me. We would usually use our free time on Mondays between classes to eat lunch together, but when I called her she said she was getting assistance from one of her professors. I had tried all week to meet up with her and all I got were excuses. I had even shown up at her parents' home only for them to tell me she was out with friends. I was certain she was putting space between us to soften the blow later on.
I couldn't blame her. I was a shit boyfriend for the past few months and I knew it. She voiced her concerns multiple times and I ignored them. Even now I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself because I was running out of groceries and meals. Emily would usually buy the groceries and plan out my meals, but with her gone I had to do it myself. I wanted to text her to see if she would come but I knew I'd get an excuse. Instead, I drove over to the library just as I knew she would be getting out of her study group. I waited for her, sitting on the hood of my car, and watched as all the familiar faces passed by, but Emmy wasn't there. A red-head, Candy I think, came up to me.
"Hey Jason. Didn't Emily tell you she wouldn't be here today?"
"Oh," I said. I could feel the disappointment set in. "No, she didn't."
"Maybe it slipped her mind," Candy assured me, most likely seeing my expression.
"Yeah," I agreed, although I knew otherwise.
Not wanting to head to an empty apartment just yet, I decided I needed to go grocery shopping. Pulling up to the same store we went to the last time I couldn't help but see Emily in everything as I went through the store. Picking up the brands I knew she preferred and the snacks I hardly ever ate but she scarfed down. I reached up high for a jar of sauce and it reminded me of the last time we were here, her in her wedged heels, still unable to reach the top shelf. Even after bringing the groceries to the car, I found myself taking the extra two minutes to return the cart. Emily was infused into my life and I missed her so much.
Getting into my car, and driving along the highway, I could see the rain drops starting to form on the windshield, as if Mother Nature knew my mood had dropped. To add to my already depressed mood, "When I'm Gone" began to play on the radio. I didn't bother switching stations even if it was an older song. I felt as if I deserved to hear that I would miss her when she's gone, because that's exactly what was happening. I didn't appreciate Emily when she was here, and now that I lost her I was feeling sorry for myself. She deserves better, and I hope she gets just that. "When I Was Your Man" rolled next and I was thinking maybe, just maybe, the universe wanted me to suffer right now.
As the chorus ended, I pulled up into my driveway to see a figure under my porch. Someone must have stood there waiting for the rain to stop. As soon as I got my stuff from the boot I would invite them in. I was cold, even in sweats and a hoodie, and it didn't seem like the person was dressed for the cold weather today. Skipping the umbrella, I made a run for it inside. Upon stepping closer I realized that it was Emily. She was drenched. Her, usually straightened, hair was frizzy and curly and her dress clung to her, exposing her curves. What was she doing here? Why was she outside? I asked her this.
"I forgot my key and my phone died, I couldn't call you," she shivered. "I was sure you would come home straight from practice. I didn't think you'd go shopping."
I ushered her inside quickly, trying to balance the bags in one hand and opening the door with the other. As soon as I got inside, I shed my shoes At the door and dropped off the groceries on the island counter. Taking large steps I got a towel from the linen cupboard. Emily was still in the foyer shivering. With more light I could see her yellow lace bra, one I loved against her skin tone, peaking through the wet fabric and her nipples popping headlights at me. Trying not to make the situation into what it wasn't, I wrapped the towel around her shoulders covering her up.
"You should take a hot shower," I told her. "It would help warm you up."
She agreed, nodding, and followed me to the bathroom. I got the shower ready, heating up the water for her so she would spend less time being cold. As I turned back towards her, Emily was completely naked before me, her clothes in a pile on the floor. Her full breasts on display, round and perky with her darkened nipples hoping to be sucked on. I watched water from her hair dripped down her curves and towards her hips. My eyes caught hold of the shaven mound glistening with moisture, one that was always ready for me. I quickly looked back up at her eyes, not wanting her to think I was going to turn the situation into sex, although I wanted to. I could feel my dick straining in my pants, waiting to be deep inside her. She passed me entering the shower and I could see through the glass door her body getting sprayed from above.
"Aren't you going to join me?" she asked.
I didn't need to be asked twice. I stripped quickly, removing my pants and boxers in one go, and my hoodie came next. I entered the shower behind her, my crotch lining up with her large behind. I watched as she stepped under the raindrop shower head, her entire body getting drenched. Her hair clung to her back and it was as if her nipples were even more prominent now. I reached for her loofah and squirted her body wash on it. Switching positions with her for a moment, I took my place under the hot spray and began swiping the loofa on her body. I was trying to make this as non sexual as I could, going over her breasts quickly and skipping between her legs completely but her hand caught my bare one and drove it to her pussy.
"You missed a spot," she told me.
Steam fogged up the shower and coated the glass walls enclosing us in our own heated sanctuary. She helped me "clean" between her folds, her doe eyes never leaving mine. It wasn't until my hardened cock nudged her that she noticed him, painfully hard. She took the soapy loofa from me and changed places with me. The soapy foam that covered her body slowly trailed down as the water flowed from over her head. She grabbed my body wash and sprayed it on my own loofah and returned the favor. She did a great job cleaning my body, but my hard-on was left for last. She wrapped the loofa and her hands around my cock, and I moaned. She stroked as if cleaning me but the look in her eyes said otherwise. Soapy foam covered my shaft and she dropped the loofah. Taking both hands she continued to stroke, ensuring to peel back the foreskin all the way. She paid special attention to the folds at the head, as if she had done this all before then traded places with me once more.
As the gush of water sprayed above me I pulled her closer, my hands resting on her ass. Lifting her chin to me I captured her lips with mine, telling her how much I loved and missed her; telling her how much I needed her. My little minx had other plans though. Not breaking the kiss, between us she placed my cock between her legs and rubbed her pussy on it. Looking down at her, her face was almost as if she was teasing me. Here I was ready to combust and she wasn't even moaning. It wouldn't take much for me to slip inside her, but she wanted to be in control, so I let her take the reins. Her teasing was slow and painful. She took my lips with hers, lifting herself up a little. I was perfectly at her entrance, lined up with my head pushing against her. She just continues to whine her hips with my low moans telling her exactly what I wanted. She was killing me and I wanted nothing more than to be inside her.
I put my hands on her hips and drove my hips up a bit. She quickly pulled away, biting my lower lip in the process. She walked out of the shower stall leaving me under the spray, horny and confused. I knew I should have let her take the reins but I was weak. Closing the tap I grabbed my towel, drying myself off quickly, then wrapping it securely around my waist. I wasn't sure what I was expecting when I entered my bedroom. Emily sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide playing with her folds. Although we were adventurous with our sex, my girlfriend had never done anything like this before. Juices flowed down to her butt, making her lips glisten in the light. As I made my way towards her she put her hand up, halting me.
"You're going to listen to everything I say tonight," she spoke, her hand going back between her legs. "No touching yourself, just watch."
