He Fucked My Girl Ch. 09

I hurt inside. I ached seeing her go, spending a whole week with him, a whole week in his arms. I was losing her – maybe I'd already lost her – but I would NOT let Ricky see me tear up. Looking for any excuse, I blurted out, "You better go, Claire is coming over."

"Oh. She's staying with you?"

"Yeah," I lied. "She'll be here soon, so you better get going. I hope you have fun."

"Yeah ..." she said, looking off into the distance. Then she looked at me and gave me a mischievous smile. "Save some of this for me," she said cupping my crotch. "I'll have a lot of sexy stories to tell you when I get back."

Then she was gone. And I was alone. The loft felt like a coffin. Not knowing what else to do, I called Claire. I cried on her shoulder for a long time.

"Mike, you've got to do something, you can't go on like this," Claire said.

"Yeah ... like what?"

"Tell Jen you don't want her to see Ricky anymore."

"Oh yeah, like that worked so well last time," I said sarcastically. "I told you, she's addicted to him. Hell Claire, she just left with him for a week vacation. If I told her to choose, me or him, who do you think she would choose?"

"Then you should dump her!" Claire said harshly. "She's not good for you!"

"It's not that easy Claire."

"Why?!"

"Because I love her," I said resignedly. "I'm as addicted to her as she's addicted to Ricky." I saw Claire shake her head. "I know, fucked up, right?" Then I looked at Claire for the first time that evening. She'd dyed her hair blonde! "Claire, what the fuck did you do to your hair?"

She laughed, and her face went from anger to delight. "I got the part in Romeo and Juliet! I'm Juliet! Okay, it's only off-Broadway, but it's my first real part!"

"But why the hair?"

"Oh, I don't know, the stupid director wants Juliet to be blonde. How do I look?"

"You look great," I said truthfully. I mean, she looked like a brunette who'd dyed her hair blonde. But I liked blondes, so of course I was going to like Claire more as a blonde than a brunette.

If this were a fairy tale, seeing Claire as a blonde would make me fall in love with her and we'd live happily ever after. But no, she was still Claire, my "kid sister," I was still head over heels with Jen.

In fact, Claire's blonde hair made me think of Jen. I thought back to college. When I first met Jen, I noticed two things first. First, her long blonde hair. Second, her long gorgeous legs. At that point, I was half-way in love. Then when I saw her pretty face, and talked to her and found out how sweet she was, I was head over heels. It took about an hour after we met for me to know I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life.

Jen was way out of my league, but for some reason she fell in love with me just as fast. I guess opposites attract. When she found out I had a thing (fetish?) for blonde hair, she used that fact to tease and titillate me, especially the fact she was a natural blonde. She always kept her pussy trimmed. She hated hair down there, and even had treatment so she was permanently bare, except for a thin landing strip. Once I asked her why she didn't go completely bare. She looked at me sweetly, batted her eye lashes, and then teasingly whispered into my ear "this way baby you'll never forget I'm a natural blonde."

That had been before we were married, while we dated in college. Ricky seemed to have a thing for blondes too. I wondered if she'd said the same thing to him?

Those memories made me depressed again. But Claire wouldn't let me go there. She practically threw the script at me, and demanded I help her practice her lines. She came over a couple more times that week, to make sure I was okay. She truly was my kid sister. I would not have made it through the week without her.

Still, I ached with being apart from Jen so long. We'd been together for years, and this was the longest we'd been apart. Even when she slept over with Ricky it was never more than a day I wouldn't see her. This was 8 nights she was away.

I caught myself wondering if she missed me. She had to miss me some. But she had Ricky and all his friends, and they were having fun at the beach and drinking and going out to dinner and dancing. And then she had Ricky in bed, they were probably having sex all the time like newlyweds, maybe at that very moment.

True to her promise, she called me every day. But usually there was a lot of background noise, like she'd stepped away from dinner or the night club. Sometimes she'd call me from their room, but then Ricky would tickle or kiss her, so those calls were always short. It was clear to me she was calling only out of a sense of obligation.

Finally Saturday came, the day she was getting home. I woke up giddy and so excited to see her. I was expecting her any minute when Claire called. She was frantic, she couldn't find her script and their first rehearsal was that night. I looked around and found it, and she came by to pick it up. She was on her way out and gave me a kiss goodbye on the cheek, and just then Jen walked in.

Jen's face went from a smile to a frown. "Oh, hi Claire." She frowned at Claire's blonde hair.

"Hi Jen," Claire said too excited about rehearsal to notice anything else. "I'm late, bye Jen." Then she was gone.

I hugged her. "I missed you."

Her back was stiff. "Has she been here the entire time?" she asked coldly.

"No, not the entire time."

"But a lot, right?"

I gave Jen a "what the fuck" look. She rolled her eyes at me and said "whatever."

She kicked her heels off and gave me a tight smile, "sorry I'm just tired." Just then her phone rang. I looked over her shoulder and saw it was Ricky. She gave me another tight smile and said "I'll be right back."

She went into our bedroom and picked up the phone. "Hi Ricky," I heard her say. "Yeah, I got home okay. Yeah, I had the best time, thanks. No, you know I can't. I told you why. Stop, I can't. Okay. Okay. I love you too ba ... um, I love you too."

I heard her in the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth. When she came back out she had her hair in a ponytail. She wore jeans and one of my button down oxford shirts.

She held her wedding and engagement rings, in the process of putting them back on. She looked warily at me.

I scowled at her. "So he's your baby now?" I asked bitterly.

She sighed tiredly, still holding her rings in her hand. "Mike don't start, okay?"

Seeing me bore holes into her with my angry stare she said, "I didn't mean it. You won't let me call you that and sometimes it just comes out. It doesn't mean anything when I call him that."

"So it didn't mean anything when you used to call me that?" I spat out.

"God Mike you're twisting everything I say."

"But you love him right? You told him just now."

"Mike, we've talked about this ..."

"What did he want?" I snapped.

"What?"

"He wanted something, what?"

Jen shrugged. "He wanted me to spend the night."

I looked at her incredulously. "You were just with him for a whole week! Don't I get any time with you?"

"I know Mike, I know it's not fair to you, that's why I'm here."

I looked at her disbelieving, hurting inside. "So you'd rather be with him right now? You're only with me now, for what, out of mercy?"

"No, Mike, that's not what I meant! Stop twisting everything I say!"

I didn't believe her. She wanted to be with him, she was here only out of a sense of obligation. Something snapped inside me. I pointed at the door. "If you want to be with him, then just go. I don't need your pity."

She looked at me disbelieving. Suddenly my hurt and despair turned into rage. "Go!" I yelled jabbing at the door. "Just go!"

When she didn't move, I grabbed the rings out of her hand and angrily threw them out the open window. "You're a cheap slut and I want you out of here! Go! I don't want to see your cheating face!"

Her hand went to her mouth and tears welled in her eyes. She ran out of the apartment sobbing.

She went to Ricky's of course. I wanted to call, I wanted to apologize, but I didn't. What was the point? She didn't call me either.

The days that followed were a blur. I mostly stayed drunk the entire time. I didn't answer the phone, not even when Claire and Sam called. Finally Sam came over. He didn't know the whole story like Claire, but he'd heard Jen had left me. He got me sober and made sure I went to work the next day. It was a good thing, the last thing I needed was to get fired.

That night after I got home from work, I opened Jen's suitcase. It was a mess. Jen had never been a "let's fold everything neatly" person. Her idea of packing was stuffing everything in and then sitting on the lid to snap it shut. I studied each of her bikini bottoms. I couldn't help myself. They were all caked with dried cum. Many of her dresses, skirts and blouses also had splotches of dried cum.

To my surprise, there weren't any worn stockings in the suitcase. Probably they'd been too laddered and soiled to keep.

I picked up and studied her high heels. She'd brought 3 high heeled ankle strap sandals, black patent leather pumps, bright red high heels, and polka dotted pink high heels. She'd also brought flats and flip flops. She loved shoes. She always brought too many on trips.

I jacked off onto her clothes. I wrapped her soiled bikini bottoms around my cock while I beat off. That's how demented my fantasies were, how addicted I was to my fantasy.

I didn't see or talk to her for almost 3 weeks. I felt empty inside, a walking corpse. Then she showed up at our apartment. "Ricky's being deployed back to California. He asked me to go with him, help him settle in. He's downstairs, we're on our way to the airport."

"Okay," I said dumbly, feeling numb.

"I need to pack some things," she said.

"Okay," I said again. What else could I say?

A few minutes later she came out with her suitcase. She sat down next to me, seeing the anguish and hurt on my face. She softly rubbed my chest. "I'm sorry I hurt you Mike. You're the last person I wanted to hurt. This thing with Ricky –"

"You don't have to explain," I said managing a smile at her. "I think I understand." I paused, then said "I'm sorry about last time."

"Yeah well ..." she said looking off. She looked sad and hurt.

"I wanted to tell you ... you know Claire? There was never anything between us. We're just friends. I helped her pass her math class."

Jen smiled. "I know, she told me. I thought she'd dyed her hair blonde for you."

"She's in a play ..."

"I know, she told me." Jen laughed. "She was saying some crazy things about what you two were doing. I was pretty sure she was making it up."

"Why? Because she said she liked sex with me?" I said bitterly.

"I like sex with you Mike. I love it. I always have."

"Yeah right," I said sarcastically.

"Mike ... just because I like sex with Ricky doesn't mean I don't like it with you too."

"Jen, don't lie, okay? At least give me that."

She paused looking frustrated. "Mike, you know – you're the one who always wanted to hear about what we did."

"Oh, so now you're going to tell me you were lying all this time, that you really don't love getting fucked by Ricky?"

She squeezed my arm. "Please, let's not fight." She waited for me to calm down. "I'm just saying, I think a lot of what you think about me is in your head."

"In my head?" I laughed, but it was without any humor. "You've been living with him for a month," I said bitterly. "You never came to see me, you never called. You're going away with him again. That's not in my head Jen, that's for real."

"You didn't call me either."

"You were the one fucking him! You were the one falling in love with him!"

Jen looked like she was holding back tears. "And you didn't have something to do with that?"

"I'm just saying ..." I stopped, on the verge of losing it. "Just don't pity me Jen okay?"

"Mike ..." A tear rolled down her cheek. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

"Are you going with him?"

"Yes. I owe it to him."

I looked at her incredulously. "You owe it to him? It's not enough he gets to fuck your mouth and pussy and ass whenever he wants?"

Jen flinched, like my words were a slap across her face. "Is this when you call me a slut again?"

I flinched back at her words. I got up and walked a few steps away. I didn't want to cry in front of her.

She walked to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Goodbye Mike," she said. "Call me sometime, okay?" Then she was gone.

I stood there, unmoving, unfeeling. She'd just broken up with me. Or maybe we'd broken up with each other. It didn't matter. She was gone, and I didn't think I'd ever see her again.