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."
