I slammed the door behind me in disgust. Ripping off my coat and shirt almost simultaneously, I threw them to the floor as I crossed through the living room. I was sick of fights like these, sick of nights like these. I had drank way too much this night and knew that was part of the problem. Although I like to think I can hold my liquor, and blame her for not holding hers, I knew that we were both at fault.
Sometimes it is the sexual tension between us, and the lack of true intimacy, that drives me into fighting with her. We have known each other for years and have done this dance so many times before that it only makes it harder to be emotionally intimate when this happens. Any given night one of us is distant and the other one wants to be close. And then we express ourselves through arguing. But through it all is an incredible sexual tension.
She is a hot bodied, beautiful blond who looks at least ten to fifteen years younger than her 45 year old age. Her medium length blond hair, innocent face, compliment large round breasts with points way up high. She loves when her eraser like nipples perk up and poke through one of her thin shirts. She is proud of the fact they don't hang as much as others her age, and she lifts them up nicely with sheer bras and low cut blouses. To accompany her lovely breasts she is long legged, and loves to show them off wearing stockings and short skirts.
Heading for the refrigerator I had already undone my buckle and loosened my pants. Reaching into the fridge, I felt around for anything cold to drink. I grabbed a half empty pickle jar, opened it, and drank some of the juice. Beggars cant be choosers, and there was nothing else in there. No beer, juice, or soda. Just nothing. I had lived to long alone, and this week I was beginning to feel it. And all I wanted to do was get drunk and have wicked sex tonight. And I was angry it didn't happen.
Throwing the rest of my clothes onto the kitchen floor I stood naked and horny as hell, with no where to go. The bars were about to close, and besides I was too tired to try that scene. Even too tired to jack off, so I crawled into my bed naked, anticipating waking up with morning wood. Horny tired and angry, I figured I would just milk my dick in the morning.
As soon as my head hit the pillow I heard the ringing. The all too familiar ringing. After every fight she always calls. I let the answering machine pick up the first and then the second call. I knew the next pitch was coming so I threw back the covers and angrily started walking to the phone before it even rang.
Sure enough, answering it without looking at the caller id, I bellowed into the phone abruptly,
"WHAT! "
"Well, that's a fine way to answer the phone came the reply."
Coldly I reasoned with her that at 2:30 in the morning there was no one I wanted to talk to.
"Fine, if you don't want to talk to me..."
" Look I am tired." I interrupted.
"Tired. Tired, naked, horny, and I am pissed of at you." I continued. "And I just want to get some fucking sleep."
Choosing the one thing she wanted to pick out, she replied, "what do you mean your naked? And did you mention horny too?"
"Yes I am, and I had hoped to get close to you tonight so I could take care of that problem." I almost begged in response.
"Really, well you didn't even kiss me good night." she said in a much more seductive voice.
Looking out my picture window, I realized she was parked right out front with the motor still running. It was the dead of the night by now, and hers was the only car in sight. Not only are there no neighbors out also, they all had apparently turned in for the night based on the absence of lights on. Feeling this made it safe, I walked up to the huge bay window, turned around and stuck my naked ass at the window. Yelling into the phone, I said, "here, kiss this."
