PART ONE - Perhaps a little slow moving for some but I don't want to rush the story and hope when I've finished the story (Parts Two maybe Three) it will be worth this build up.
Part 1: Escape
Matt sat back in his chair, staring blankly at the screen. Nothing but accounts accounts accounts, until death us do part, he thought to himself bitterly as the repetitive drone of the office continued around him. He put his hands over his face and let out a long sigh...it was hot outside, the sun shining, everyone starting to dress for spring. Maybe he'd grab a sandwich for lunch, go to the park across the street during his break in an hour and just relax.
Just as a small smile started to cross his lips thinking of some well deserved time to himself, his phone vibrated on his desk. The loud rattle as it shook against the cold hard surface brought Matt back to the real world rudely and he picked it up. Holding it in his hand as it continued to vibrate he read the caller ID. "Emma". Matt resisted the urge to sigh and reluctantly answered the call.
"Hello?" he said softly
"Finally! What took you so long?" Emma snapped on the other end, clearly angry at being left waiting for a response
"I'm at work!" Matt replied, "You know, my job?"
"Whatever. Look, did you pick it up yet?"
In a split second Matt felt his relaxing lunch time in the sun evaporate as quickly as he'd decided on it. He would now be spending his lunch hour picking up his unemployed live-in girlfriend's dress from the dry cleaners across town.
"No I haven't. You know I haven't even got on my break yet! Can't you get it?" Matt said, head hung low as he held the phone lazily against his ear wishing he could just drop it and fall asleep in his chair.
"No Matt! I'm busy." Emma hissed
"Doing what?"
"Just stuff!" she said, clearly enjoying another lazy day off while Matt worked and worked. Four months without a job and she had no problem with moving into Matt's, letting him bring home the bacon while she ate into his savings.
"Fine..." Matt groaned "I'll see you later."
"K..." came the blunt reply
"Don't sound too excited." he muttered and hung up before she could launch into yet another rant. He'd had enough of her for now.
"It's little wonder Jenni's back in the fucking picture you bitch." Matt said to himself darkly as he tossed his phone lazily back onto his desk. He rubbed his eyes as he looked up at the screen again and logged into facebook. Looking at his online contacts he saw Emma, who was probably whiling away the hours chatting about nothing with her friends.
And there, tucked in between two friends he kept in touch with on facebook for no real reason, was Jenni.
He clicked on her name and looked at the photo in her profile...sticking her tongue out to show off her new piercing. A familiar naughty, suggestive look in her eyes. As he looked into those eyes his mind took him back to the many nights they'd spent together since meeting in a nightclub a couple of years before. They'd never took it beyond sex. Never clouded their no-strings relationship with dates or flowers. Just met up when they were both in the mood for a night of hot, dirty fucking. Booty calls were their mutual specialty.
Matt met Emma a year ago and she moved in to his place when she lost her job. She was an insatiable woman when he first met her, tall and slim with long blonde hair and dark eyes, and not a total prude in the bedroom. But as the months went on and she lost her job he saw her change completely. She was a bitter, sour woman by now, and as she grew comfortable around Matt, revealed herself to be incredibly selfish, jealous and suspicious of Matt's every move.
When Matt saw Jenni while at a gig with Emma, the old flame was re-ignited and the two began meeting regularly once again. Where Emma became distant and pretty much went off sex completely, Matt and Jenni were filthy, doing every last thing they could think of to each other, just as they had done years before.
Just looking into her eyes in that photo transported Matt back to countless nights of pure unadulterated LUST. Sure Matt enjoyed playing hot and cold, switching from a hard, rough animal to gentle, tender lover...but most of the time their encounters lent closer to the former. At night in bed or at work, he would close his eyes and picture him and Jenni fucking in her bed, on the floor, on the sofa...her nails scraping down his chest as she stared up at him, their bodies dripping with sweat as he filled her over and over with his cock. Just thinking about it made Matt's head swim.
Right now he needed her more than ever, an escape from, let's face it, his dead-end life. He had to have her as soon as he could.
Matt opened a chat window with Jenni and began to type...in the hope of arranging another meet fast.
"Hey" he said, "how are you?" and sat waiting in his seat. Cock semi-hard in his trousers, he almost squirmed where he sat trying to stay still. And then suddenly the reply came. No hello. No how are you.
"Call me."
Matt didn't need to be told twice. He turned off the screen, stood up to put on his jacket, grabbed his phone and turned to his supervisor.
"Hey, er, Ali? I gotta go quickly, something's come up. I'll be back soon!"
Ali looked up from her desk and smiled as if to say it wasn't a problem. Matt always liked her, and she had made sure Matt was kept on during a huge wave of redundancies, but right now he loved her!
