*~A fair warning, this story has some SJW (social justice warrior) scenes it in. If you don't like things too political or liberal then I suggest you move on because unfortunately this isn't the story for you. For the ones who stay, I hope you enjoy. And feel free to give constructive criticism.~*
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I reach over to the right side of the bed to feel that it's empty. Well, not entirely empty because there's a letter there.
Hey Axl, I got a call from one of my contractors that seems rather urgent. Don't worry I didn't up and leave you. You just seemed so peaceful in your sleep I didn't want to wake you. I'll call as soon as I'm done with the issue. P.S. you were right, that was the best date of my entire life. Thank you xoxo Kenna.
Smiling at her messy cursive I fold the letter up and place it in my drawer for safe keeping. I stretch long enjoying the feel of a good night coursing through my blood. I'm so happy that I whistle while preparing breakfast. I can't help but think about the next time I'll get to see Kenna and what we'll do. I just want to feel the energy of her when she's around. I want to see her big cheesy smile when she sees something she likes or how she lights up when she's shown something that she considers interesting. Cleaning up I'm a bit bereft that I have to wash off the mixture of me and Kenna's bed play off my body.
After brushing my teeth I step into the shower letting the water caress my skin like a million of Kenna's tiny fingers slipping across my abs. Closing my eyes I picture that dark brown skin of hers wrapped around me creating a startling contrast. Those thick thighs threatening to squeeze me with my hands holding on to her ample pillow soft bottom as she grinds on top of me. Her full lips with her little mouth looking up at me through her lashes with those dark eyes with stars in them smiling at me. My breath hitches in my throat and my stomach sucks in as I feel my climax racing towards me and out of my angry head. I step back to have my spine against the cold tile of the shower to cool my heated body off out of the spray trying to catch my breath. She has turned me into an insatiable mess.
My phone rings and I rush to get it just in case it's Kenna. It's Brigid again. Dammit.
"You got Axl."
"Oh uh hey, I didn't expect you to answer."
"Well you did call my phone." I say with a smile in my voice.
"I was gonna leave a voicemail."
"You could have sent a text if you didn't want to talk." I'm confused.
"No this is fine. I wish you would have told me you had a girlfriend before you asked me out. I'm not really into threesomes or polygamous relationships. I fig-''
"Woah slow down." I cut her off. "She's not my girlfriend yet and I'm sorry I never called I just got caught up with Kenna. I'm sorry I didn't mean to stand you up or ignore you."
"So you're just dating around. So technically single?" she asks with hope in her voice.
"Personally I would like to date Kenna, the girl you heard on the phone. So unfortunately I have to end this with you before it ever started. I'm sorry."
"It's ok I understand. We can still be friends though." she says a little shyly.
"Of course, I could alway use a friend."
We small talk for a while and I have to keep avoiding the question of a meet up but I settle on meeting her at the gym again a couple of times out the week. I suppose that could be our routine and that's how our friendship can take shape. I'm not stupid, I know what she's trying to do but it takes two to tango and I won't do that to Kenna even if we aren't officially dating yet. Even talking with Brigid feels like a betrayal.
Hanging up I make my mind up to get ahead of some of my projects and wait for Kenna to give me a call.
Four hours later my phone finally chimes with a location and a message that says to meet her there and come dressed for movement. Giddy, I stride to my room to throw on some basketball shorts and a shirt heading out the door in record time. I make it to the destination and I spot a familiar matte black Mercedes with the doors open. I walk over then slow down when I see Kenna bent over in the car with the muscular guy from the con rubbing lotion on her back. Her butt is a hairs breadth away from his crotch and I tense when she leans up with a ball in her hand tossing it from side to side talking to him.
My teeth clenched I check out what she's wearing. She has on baggy basketball shorts that make her look ten times shorter and a white tank top and her yellow painted tiny feet in sandals. One of his hands is holding her side while the other hand is working in the lotion. I don't want to do it but I look down because maybe he's gay and not into women, but no there is a visible erection between his legs. Fire in my veins and blood pumping too hard too fast I make my presence known.
"Hey bunny." I say my voice strained with anger.
"Axl!" I'm so glad you made it." she runs to jump on me. I think she likes it when I pick her up.
"You asked and you shall receive." my anger dissipating as I look over her shoulder at the guy.
Letting her legs down I carefully let her body slide down mine and I close my eyes to contain myself.
"Axl you remember Sean from yesterday right?"