Michelle's crimson coloured lips draw back hard on the cigarette, as she exhaled she smiled at me, I was still trying to catch my breath, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, I smiled back. When my heart rate started to slow I slipped under the sheets and laid back staring at the ceiling, "I love you," I said. There was a slight pause and then the sound of her cigarette butt being stomped into the ashtray, "I love you too honey," Michelle replied.
Michelle turned over and hugged me her long slender legs wrapping around my torso, her cropped blond hair drenched in perspiration from our love making tickled my skin, she nibbled at my ear, I hoped that she was being loving my body was spent and I was not up to making love again. Michelle whispered in my ear, "Remember when we first met how we would make love anytime in any place." "Sure I do," I replied. I wondered where this was leading, after five years together most couples fall into a routine, other stuff becomes a priority, I thought to myself. " Wouldn't it be great if we could turn back the clock and do it all again?" Michelle inquired. "Darling we were younger and full of lust, we didn't care what any one thought, all our friends were doing silly stuff, besides you have a responsible job now and well you know your sort of more reserved now." I said.
"Well fuck you John, reserved my arse," Michelle shouted. She sat bolt upright, "Your not exactly setting the world on fire yourself at the moment Mr. daredevil," she said. I tried to laugh the situation off however the raw nerve I hit was not going to heal over with a wink and a smile I had tread on shaking ground and it was starting to tremble beneath me. " I will show you," Michelle declared, turning over and switching off the light.
From that evening on our lives together would and could never be the same ever again.
That's when the Game began.
I looked at the alarm clock 10:30 am I had slept in, a definite repercussion of too much to drink the night before, Michelle had already risen, I rolled onto her pillow my nostrils filled with her perfume, I smiled and then a sudden feeling of guilt rushed over me as I remembered the stupid comments I had made to Michelle the night before, I leapt out of bed and rushed to throw on my clothes, I had some explaining to do, I hoped Michelle was still not angry at me.
I looked through the house and could not find her, I went outside, Michelle was washing her car. "About last night," I said, Michelle turned toward me, "what about last night," she said. I could not find the words to continue, the cotton t-shirt Michele was wearing was soaked from cleaning the car her nipples pushing hard against the stretchy material, Michelle pulled at the bottom of the shirt with her hands wringing the water out, this exposed her firm rounded breasts even more to me. "I thought we could take the beast for a spin on the freeway today," she said. I nodded my head in approval.
I quickly showered and dressed I couldn't believe my luck that I had been forgiven so easily. Michelle was waiting by the car, the short summer dress hugged her tall body, the plunging neckline left little for the imagination, she had gelled and spiked her blond hair. "I thought we would leave the top down its such a beautiful day?" she said and threw me the keys, "you can drive if you like?" she said. Michelle climbed into the car her dress riding almost high enough for me to see her crotch; she smiled as she pulled the dress back down.
It didn't take us long to reach the freeway, we were soon speeding along at high speed, nothing fixes a hangover quicker than racing a Mustang with the top down at 140 kmh. Michelle had been quiet for most of the trip, she had slipped down in the seat and I thought that the late night had caught up with her, and she was catching some shut eye, I couldn't have been more wrong.
