I stepped inside the house past Tony and into the hallway. Fiona closed the door behind me while Tony followed me into the kitchen and took my travel bag.
"I'll just go and put this in your room." He said, and rushed off upstairs.
I helped myself to a cold beer from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table. Fiona came in and sat next to me.
"Looks like you had an interesting journey." She said.
I looked at her and smiled wickedly.
"You could say that. Come and smell this."
I opened my mouth and blew out a breath over her face.
"Oh my god!" gasped Fiona, "You really did have a good time didn't you? How much did you swallow down? I want details." Fiona's eyes sparkled.
"4 times," I replied, "the first two were very heavy loads; the last two were less filling. I met him on the bus. We sat together and things just went on from there."
I related my journey in detail with obvious omissions. I couldn't mention that in my imagination I was fantasising about her boyfriend.
"You're such a little slut and I'm so envious." she said, "I wish things like that would happen to me. I must travel by bus more I suppose. Maybe some nice guy would cum in my mouth too, but things like that never seem to happen to me. Maybe it's because you're more slutty looking than me, and I don't mean that in a bad way."
I seriously felt like hitting her. Not because of the "Slutty looking" statement. That didn't bother me and I knew she wasn't insulting me. In fact, from her, it was a compliment. What really pissed me off was that she was living with, what I personally considered to be, the greatest man in the known universe and she wanted to drink cum from some short guy on a dirty old bus.
Ok, fine, I know that I'm probably idolising Tony and in reality his just a normal guy. But that's not the point. For years I have been going slowly nuts thinking about him, fantasizing and pretending he was all mine. I was probably the only person who she shouldn't be saying things to about betraying Tony. Of course, she didn't know how I felt about him. She was just talking to a friend. But even so, I would have liked to punch her lights out. Tony was the only person I felt protective about.
"Who was the foreign guy who answered the phone on monday?" she asked.
"Just a guy I was fucking," I replied smiling, "All cock and no brains but at least I didn't have to put batteries in him and he did at least know how to pound my pussy."
"You are something else." She said laughing.
"Hey, you don't tell Tony about these things do you? I would die of shame. It's a girl's thing after all." I pleaded.
"Of course not!" she said in shock, "Like you said, its girls talk.
"What was the bus dude's name? Did you even ask? Are you going to see him again?"
"His name is Ton... Tom." I said, "And no, I'm not going to see him again."
"Tom Tom? That's cute. I suppose he never gets lost" She burst out laughing at her own joke.
I opened the beer and took a large mouthful making Tom's taste disappear forever. I didn't care about that anymore. Tony was just a few feet away and tonight in bed I would give myself the best finger fuck of all time knowing that he was in the room next to mine. Speaking of Tony, he'd been gone a long time.
Tony eventually came downstairs to the kitchen after 25 minutes.
"Where did you disappear to?" Fiona asked him absently.
"I took Sonia's bag to her room." he replied nervously.
Fiona stared at him.
"For 25 minutes? Is her room on the other side of London? This house isn't that big."
She spat the words out and I felt sorry for Tony. I didn't know how he put up with her at times.
"You weren't Wanking off again were you?" She continued, "You know how I hate to waste good cum."
Fiona laughed as she said it. Tony glanced at me and blushed and I just looked away embarrassed for him. Fiona could be very crude.
"Oh yeah," he replied flippantly. "You know I want to redecorate the living room and paint is very expensive these days. Besides, I'm sure you two had things to talk about."
"Yup, you could say that." said Fiona, looking at me with a twisted smile.