Simone and Dean had been seeing each other for a little over two months. Things were serious, talk about moving in together had been on the agenda lately. On Tuesday night, they were embracing and kissing on her bed, tongues hungrily entwining when Dean pulled away and asked Simone what one of her fantasies were. Simone was head over heels in love with Dean and felt she could confide anything to him.
"C'mon baby," Dean egged her on, "I want to know your deepest darkest fantasies."
"Okay." She pecked him on the lips and laid her head back on the pillow. "Well, I've often fantasised of a threesome, me with two other guys. While one is fucking me, I would be sucking the other one off, my body getting attention from four hands other than my own, and mainly on my tits. You know how horny they get, baby," she said as she shot him a look that would melt ice.
"Yes, I do," Dean sneered. "So tell me, do you have any two particular guys in mind?"
Simone sensing Dean wasn't over-thrilled with her admission decided to answer this as diplomatically as she could. "Well, er, not really. Two faceless guys, I guess."
"What the fuck?" Dean's tone stunned Simone as he pulled back from her. "You mean to tell me, you want to be fucked in the pussy by one guy and fucked in the mouth by another at the same time and you don't give a fuck who they are? Why don't you just go for the trifecta and get your arse fucked as well! Fuck me, you didn't even say I would be one of them."
"No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that I had nobody in particular in mind. I've had this fantasy long before we got together." Simone was trying desperately to defend herself but she knew she was losing control of the conversation. "Of course you'd be one of them. Please baby, you're getting it all wrong!"
"Seems pretty clear-cut to me. You want to be a fucking whore! How could I possibly move in with a slut? No correction: How could I possibly be even dating a slut?" Dean's words cut right at Simone. "I gotta get outta here, I need some time to think."
"Are you serious?" Simone couldn't believe it. Her shock was turning into annoyance. "You ask me my deepest darkest fantasies and then you want out? It's just a fantasy, something that will probably never ever happen! Jeez, don't you have those?"
"Yeah, I was going to tell you, too. It was a one-on-one fantasy. One I wanted to act out...with you! See ya later, you two-bit slut!"
Dean raced down the stairs and headed for the front door of her one bedroom townhouse.
"Dean!" Simone yelled out.
It was too late, the front door had slammed shut. She lied back on the bed dumbfounded. She felt cheap and vowed she would never confide another fantasy to a lover again.
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It was Friday afternoon and still no word from Dean. Simone's heart felt heavy but knew it was not her place to make first contact. She resorted to the fact she had been dumped and it was time to seek out some company; after all, Friday night was a night prone to more moping. She rang up one of her closest friends.
"Hello?" a voice asked.
"Oh hi, Mr. B," Simone said, "is Jules about?"
"Well hi there, princess. Yes she is, and hey where's my rent?" Julie's father asked playfully.
This was an ongoing joke between them because Simone spent a fair bit of time over at Julie's house that she shared with her father and brother.
She let a giggle out into the phone and said, "Well, I haven't been there all week."
"Ah okay, guess I'll let you off then. That boyfriend of yours must be keeping you busy. See you later, beautiful. I'll get Julie for you." And with that Simone heard him call out to Julie before she even had a chance to respond.
Ray Bennett was right. Simone is beautiful. The nineteen year-old could've easily been a model with her 5'7" height and slender, tanned figure. With a perky C cup breast size and an angelic face that is crowned by a long blonde wavy mane that almost reaches the small of her back, Simone herself wondered what any children bore with Dean would have looked like as he was 6' tall with a solid muscular build, a mop of dark curly hair and deep brown eyes. Simone's eyes are blue but the wonder of any offspring's appearance now seemed pointless.
"Thanks Daddy."
Simone heard Julie say that as he passed her the phone. Simone loved her friend dearly but the way she called her father "Daddy" made Simone cringe sometimes. She was nineteen, as well for godsakes, a little old to be calling him that still, Simone thought.
"Hi babe, where've ya been?" asked Julie.
"Hi, yeah sorry, been a bad week. Dean and I broke up on Tuesday."
"Oh my god, why? And why didn't you call me? Get your ass over here, girl," Julie demanded, "and lets go out! Luke told me about a hot band playing at Images tonight. Come along, it'll do you good."
Luke, Julie's twenty-one year-old brother always made Simone feel a little uncomfortable. Not because of any attention he gave her, in fact the opposite, he hardly acknowledged her existence, which Simone wasn't used to from the opposite sex. She felt compensated, though, as Julie's father certainly noticed Simone. She caught 'Mr. B' leering at her quite a few times.
Ray Bennett's wife had left him about three years ago. Simone never asked why, didn't seem her business, but she did enjoy provoking this forty-four year-old man's gazes. After all he was fit, handsome and charismatic, quite a hunk for his age. His tan was evident, too, which he acquired probably as the greenskeeper at the local golf club. He also has been the focus of many a masturbation session for Simone and she often thought Julie's mother must have been nuts to leave the man.
"Aw, no thanks, Jules. I'm not in the mood for partying tonight, plus Alicia asked me to help out at the salon early in the morning. Fussy bride and her four bridesmaids coming in. You go ahead, though, and have a good time."
"No way," said Julie. "Well, just come over and hang with me then. I wasn't all that fussed on going out. I just thought it might be what you needed. Come on, come over. It'll just be Daddy and me home and he'll probably just be parked in front of the TV most of the night anyway."
"Okay then, if you're sure?"
"Yes, I'm freeking sure. Get yourself over here!"
"Okay, I'll just take a quick bath first, been on my feet all day, they're aching like hell. Plus, I feel hot and sticky, what a scorcher!" Simone said after a long day as an apprentice hairdresser.
"Tell me about it, this kinda heat is unbearable. Okay babe, no hurry but you better come," urged Julie.
"I will, I promise. Thanks Jules."
"No probs babe, later."
"Later."
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The heat hadn't subsided by dusk. Simone opted for her sky blue hugging mini hiding a white g~string with a white, tight-fitting crop top that had a plunging keyhole. This gave a generous view to her braless cleavage. She slipped on a pair of flat sandals that showed off her red toe nail polish to match her fingernails. Her toes were also adorned with toe rings while keeping other accessories and make-up brief. She looked in the mirror as she sprayed a light fragrance all around her, not forgetting her cleavage, and gave herself a sexy nod of approval. She couldn't help but think about 'Mr B' as she checked herself out. Not overly done she thought, just right.
Julie heard Simone's car pull up and met her at the front door. Julie had a more voluptuous build than Simone and was about two inches shorter. Her red hair was also shorter than Julie's, although still went just past her shoulders. She, too, had a glowing tan and was wearing very short, hipster denim shorts exposing her diamond belly-piercing and a faded mauve bikini top, barely covering her D cup breasts.
"Hi babe! You look gorgeous, Simmy. Come in, I bought us a present." Julie was her usual bubbly self.
"Thanks Jules, you're looking pretty summery yourself. To be honest, I feel like crap but presents always cheer me up. Does it sparkle?" she asked playfully as she followed Julie's quick steps into the kitchen.
"Well, depends how many you have, I guess," she giggled as she pulled a bottle of bourbon out of a brown paper bottle take-away bag.
"Oh cool," Simone said, "but remember, I gotta work in the morning."
"It's okay, we'll get started early so we can finish early," Julie said with a wink.
"Well hi there, princess," Ray said as he bent over from behind Simone and gave her a kiss on the back of her head while she was perched on a kitchen stool after slipping off her sandals. Ray lingered as this gave him the perfect view of her deliciously tanned melons.
"Mmmm, I smell gardenia, my favourite flower," Ray breathed in. Simone felt her breasts rise and her nipples stiffen.
"Oh, hiya Mr B, hi Luke," Simone said as Luke walked in right behind his father, jingling his car keys in his hand.
"See ya's later," Luke said as he grabbed his mobile phone off the bench top, once again not even acknowledging Simone's greeting, much to her disappointment. What's with that guy? she thought.
As if Julie was reading Simone's thoughts, she said, "Don't worry 'bout him, babe, he's a prick. Most guys are selfish arseholes, I'm sure."
"Hey, that's enough of that language and the bullshit," Ray said winking at Simone.
"Well they are, Daddy. I mean take Dean...he must be totally tapped to have dumped Simmy."
"Okay," said Ray opening the refrigerator, "that's my cue to grab a beer and leave you two to it for a while, but for what it's worth," Ray looked Simone right in the eye then down slowly, pausing on her breasts, perusing her hips then breathing in heavy while he studied her long, smooth, shiny legs, "Jules is right...that's boy's a fuckwit to let you go." He finally breathed back out and his eyes darted back up to her eyes. Simone blushed, feeling like she had just been eye-fucked.
With that, Ray left and went into the next room.
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Simone told Julie she appreciated her thinking that her ex-boyfriend was an idiot for dumping her and that she was better off without him, but that comment didn't really help her right now and suggested they make a deal to not talk about Dean tonight. She just needed to escape it all for a while.
