This is Part Two of the story "Coco's Visit". It can be enjoyed as a stand alone story, though it would be easier to follow along if you read "Coco's Visit" first.
It was 8:37pm and there was a knock on the front door for the second time in the same day. David had fought off his raging hardon from earlier by watching football and convincing himself that he would play later on in the evening. He'd been visited unexpectedly by his ex-girlfriend earlier in the day and had fun teasing her before she stormed off so he wondered who could be knocking at his door this time. Surely it wasn't her now that her boyfriend was home.
He hopped up off the couch and made his way to the front door. He could hear sobbing from the other side before he even opened the door. Swinging the door open, he saw Coco standing on his front porch once again. This time in tears. He was again shocked that she was at his door, especially after all that he had done earlier in the day.
"Now why are you here?" He asked with a tone of disdain, not wanting to deal with her emotional sorrows.
"Can we please just talk? I need someone to talk to."
"So you go home and fuck your boyfriend then run back to me in tears? Really?"
"No, I didn't have sex with him. We fought the whole time because he accused me of cheating on him."
David chuckled. Her boyfriend knew her well. "Well..."
"Stop!"
"Fine! Come in."
"Thank you," she sobbed.
She was a 26 year old mess, he thought to himself. "She left me for him then can't get along with him so she is back here at my house."
This was definitely the very last thing he had expected for the night, though it was the best possible result as far as he was concerned. She was either going to dry up those tears and leave or ...give him what he wanted. Either way, he was in control of the situation again. He also knew that it wouldn't take much to get her primed again if he could get her out of the depressive state of mind.
"Come here, come here" he said while closing the door behind them. He put his arm around her and walked her to the couch. When they sat down, she buried her tears into his chest. He held her for support, though he knew he could be an asshole and threw her back to the streets since she was the witch that broke up with him for no good reason. He had to admit he still had feelings for her though...and was still horny.
For the rest of the hour David listened to her cry about her fight with her boyfriend and how it was all his fault, while he tried to watch the Primetime football game. He apologized to her and pleaded his case that she was just as much to blame since she let him do it and could have easily stopped him. She held to her argument that she was asleep and didn't really know what was happening until it was too late. Though he knew she was full of crap, he let her win the argument, knowing that he needed her to be okay with them in order for things to go his way later in the night.
He held her until halftime of the football game then went to the kitchen and made them a snack. She had finally dried up the tears, though she had become silent while they watched the game. He hoped this was an olive branch extension that would get him back in good graces with her, if it was even possible. The thing he had going for him was that she was still here with him. Yeah, she had a boyfriend now, but if he was really that important to her, then she would be with her boyfriend, not him.
During the second half of the game, she fell asleep in his arms. He gently rubbed her back and her shoulders, comforting her rather than trying to hit on her again. Around 11pm, when the game was over, he woke her.
"I'm tired and it's late. I'm going to bed." He assumed she would get up and leave.
"Can I stay the night here just for the night? God knows where Jonathan is and I don't want to go home right now in case he stops by and tries to argue with me."
"I don't think that is a good idea."
"Please." She begged of him, pouting her lips and giving him puppy eyes.
"Fine! Come on." He acted frustrated, but he was dancing inside.