Further adventures of Emily and Mike (names changed). Can be read in series or standalone, background in Part 1.
NB: This is not a very sensible story, but it is fun. If you want harder, look out for Ch.7.
I had not seen much of Mike recently and only as friends, as he had been mildly seriously dating this girl named C-.
I couldn't stand her. Not that I had said this to Mike, but he knew I was lukewarm.
For her part C- could not understand why Mike even talked to someone her Mom's age. Not that she had a clue about our fuck buddy relationship, she just thought I was much too old to hang around.
I knew that he had lent her some money, and I suspected that it was on more than one occasion, plus she never paid for anything, but I knew Mike would not tolerate bullshit for too long no matter how besotted he was.
They split a couple of times, but tears and drama followed, and I think he just carried on, hoping her behavior would improve.
Then when we met for coffee and a walk one morning, he said that they were no longer together and that was that.
"Are you okay?"
He nodded.
"Wanna talk about it?"
He shook his head.
"Okay," I squeezed Mike's hand and then dropped my cup in the bin and made as if to walk.
He threw his can away and then sighed.
"Something happened," he said.
I just waited.
He sighed again before telling me about a night out when he had dared to suggest that C- buy a round of drinks, which would have been her first in about four months!
She became incensed. She was already sulking as it was a night out with Mike's friends and she really preferred to go out with hers.
C- stomped to the bar making it clear she would only buy her own drinks.
Next, she started flirting with a guy at the bar. They all watched her pat his butt and then back away when he returned the favour.
She then came back to the table and demanded that Mike sort the guy out for touching her.
Mike with incredible restraint stood up and quietly suggested she had started it and maybe he should drive her home.
At which point she had slapped him, sending him crashing back into his chair, before storming out.
Mike's friends had made it clear. If he had any more to do with her, they would disown him.
However, the next day C- asked for a meeting, to clear the air. Sort out some stuff.
Mike had agreed to meet her down by the river, a very public place and had settled down to wait for her (she was always late), he was happy enough watching people mooching about and enjoying the sun.
Then she turned up and began to rant about his behavior.
I smiled as I could picture Mike stood, leaning against the railing, relaxed and open, as calm as the river behind him.
Although he looks slender and is still extremely cute (he's not going to mature into any form of ruggedness until his late-30's!). He does have this, 'does not give a shit' attitude that is all Man.
I've seen it when he has been Master, and I've tried to break it as Mistress.
In fact, I had a good idea of how I was going to shatter that attitude into pieces.
Although judging by how pissed off he seemed about this girl, Mike was going want to dominate our next playtime.
Mike continued, "So once she finally stopped mouthing off and finished with a snotty, 'I will now accept your apology,' I asked her.
"If I went up to a strange girl in a bar and started touching up her bum, got annoyed when she made a move back, came and complained to you that you should go challenge her to a duel or a cat fight or a what the fucking ever and then slapped you round the face so hard your ears rang when you refused to defend my somewhat dubious honour, that would be okay right?
"And she's like, 'well no, that's completely different.'
"I asked her why, what makes it different and she says, 'Well I'm a girl. You can't hit me.'
"I was just laughing at her, laughing so hard I had to cling onto the railings to stand up, Jesus, what a bitch."
"So, assuming she is actually an alien from the Planet - 'What the Hell' with a serious attitude problem, what happened next?" I asked.
"She kicked me in the balls."
"What?"
"Swung her foot up and got me right in the balls. I was wide open there, didn't stand a chance, I thought if anything she would slap me again not kick me."
"Mike!" I was horrified.
I don't have a problem with leaving Mike a little sore, but not from that kind of impact play. Ball Bashing was not something either of us were into, too much scope for real damage.
I put my arms around him and pulled him into me, my hands gently rubbing his ass, like I could bring him real close and somehow protect him from what had happened.
He hugged me back and laughed a little, "It doesn't actually hurt anymore you know."
"Really?"
He squeezed me harder and nuzzled into my neck.
"Well maybe just a little tender," he muttered, snuggling for sympathy.
I pulled back and took his face in my hands looking at him intently.
"Did you get checked out, was there any blood in your pee, any problem peeing?"
"I'm fine, I'm okay," Mike interrupted me, "Jesus don't go off on one."
"But what did the Doctor say, have you been okay wanking o...OOAF!" My breath was forced out, as Mike shut me up by kissing me forcefully.
"I'm fine, I promise."
I stroked his cheek, "Okay, I'm sorry got my mad on." I huffed and continued,
"What happened next?"
"She wound back to kick me again," Mike simply put his hand over my mouth to stop me as I took an angry breath in to object.
"I was on the floor trying to get a breath in and not pass out. D- and K- pulled her off me."
I let out the breath in a huff, "You took them with you?"
"For sure, crazy fucking bitch."
"And what did the police say?"
Mike winced, "Come on!"
"You didn't report her?"
He shook his head, a tell-tale pink flush starting up his cheeks.
"Why not?"
He shrugged.
"Oh, for God's sake, what? You were too embarrassed?"
"Well yea."
"Jesus, that's assault."
Mike rubbed my arms to calm me down, "D- made it clear the police were an option and it scared her, she's not gonna bother me again."
I gave in, "As long as you're okay."
He smiled and we started to walk again.
"So," I teased, "who have you got your eyes on now?"
He laughed and gave me a nudge, "Well you must be pretty horny by now."
"Cheeky git," I nudged him back.
"Actually, I'm abstaining. If I avoid sex until I'm 55 there's a good chance I can live into my 100's."
Mike gaped at me in horror, "You are joking?"
"Yep."
He laughed, but then stopped walking. I turned realizing he was not with me and looked back.
"What?"
He shrugged, I walked back to him.
"What?"
