Just when you’re at your wits end old red calls and your nervous when she first steps into the restaurant because she’s been starving herself and she looks good. When she turns the waiter takes her jacket and you notice her ass. She talks about her ex-boyfriend from six weeks ago and your phone rings from a fb update. Your ex from the past year has yet another boyfriend. It’s not so much that you care, but more along the lines that it’s embarrassing. You’re the best-looking guy in the room except for the queer at the booth next to yours, but he didn’t matter as much probably. The waiter is being smug so you send the wine back in disgust when he offers you a taste. She likes it when you’re an asshole she always did. You walk around the town and you actually are having a good time just talking and it haunts you. She studied English like you, and is snob of local eateries, and is pretentious like you, and is damaged but seemingly balanced about it, and loves the strange art galleries like you, but something is off. She takes your arm as she walks and tells you how she helped a homeless man behind the speedway. Maggots between his toes she dressed his rotting foot and bought him some socks and your disgusted by her attempted at warmth. She tells the story like she must have so many times before. You wonder how many people were impressed by it and you wonder why she thinks you would be.
Back at your place she just wants to snuggle and you don’t even want to do that. But when she comes out of the bathroom in only her panties it’s hard to deny her figure. Her scares should turn you on, but they don’t. She lies next to you and within seconds starts to grind on your cock which is amazingly hard and before you know it your giving her the royal treatment. Her pussy is tighter than you remembered, but her clit is saggy like wet dough. She moans and says stupid shit like “that’s perfect” and even no joke “it feels like your hitting my kidney”. She is vial and she has to go. You spend the next two hours fucking her hard, trying to make her sore, biting her clit and making one of her nipples bleed, but she keeps up and your annoyed. You chock her and at first she looks worried and you start to enjoy this, but then she smiles and closes her eyes. Jesus she really likes you and it’s a problem. The next day you skip work and fuck her all day. On paper she is perfect for you, but inside your bones are crumbling, your organs are turning to mush, everything feels chilled and dead.
The next morning she wants to make breakfast and she wants all these ingredients that you don’t have and she wants to go to the store around the corner, but you can’t imagine being seen with her. Even though it wouldn’t hurt your image the idea is gross to you and convince her to eat a dry English muffin. And on the drive to her car she puts her head on your shoulder and it’s everything you can do not to grab that nasty red matted rats nest you made of her hair rubbing it against your contaminated sheets and bash her face into the windshield. She thanks you for a wonderful day and your still feel nervous until you drive away as she still looks through her purse for her keys.
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