Page 6 of Love Triangle
Crystal struts up to my table and pauses, one hand on her hip. She looks down at me with genuine concern and my heart warms. At least someone in this town gives a damn.
“I’m okay. Just an old wound opening up is all. It’ll be fine.” I offer her a smile that I know doesn’t really reach my eyes, but I try anyway.
“If you want to talk about it, I close at five. Give me an hour to close shop, then you can come back for a cup of coffee and a chat to get things off your chest. Seems like you could use it.”
My brain short circuits for a second, and I don’t answer. I can’t tell if she’s asking me to meet her in a romantic context, a friendly context, or if she thinks I’m pathetic and she’s trying to take pity on me. I mean, I guess I’ll say yeah either way. If it’s not romantic I can try to convince her with my manly charms to want me.
“Hon? You there? You’re awful quiet.” Her brow pinches in concern as she inspects my silent face. The face that’s been silent for a good twenty seconds since she asked her question.
“Oh, uh, sorry. I spaced out. Yes, I would like to meet up. At six. Here. Coffee.”You sound like a moron,Trig, good job.Very manly and charming.
“Sounds good then. Your lunch is on me today. See ya later.” She winks as she swishes away to speak with another table.
I get up and immediately leave; it’s time to get back to the school and finish as much of my work as possible, so that I can get home quickly and take my time getting ready for this date. Well, not date. Friendly meeting. I think. I don’t know. Either way, I should at least brush my teeth and do something about my hair and put on a clean shirt.
When I get back to the school, I discover that I am very behind in grading papers. This is not unusual. Luckily, when I get in the zone and really focus on something, which is unfortunately difficult, I can accomplish things quickly and efficiently. Maybe I ignore the children a little bit but it’s not like they care. I tell them to create their best math inspired dance for social media and they go for it with gusto.
By the end of the day, I’m caught up on everything and the kids actually enjoyed math. Maybe I need to date more often. Not date, friendly meeting. Whatever.
I head home on my bicycle. I could drive, I do have a car, but I’m so close to the school it would be silly. Plus, I just think it’s nice not to clog up the air with poison if I don’t have to. And it’s good exercise too. Yeah, bicycles are great.
When I get home, I lock my bike up on the porch and happily skip through my red front door. My house is small but comfortable. And messy. Not dirty, just cluttered. I’ve never been particularly good at organization, and I’m very sentimental, so throwing things out is tough. I don’t mean garbage, just stuff.
For example, there’s a pile of clean laundry on my sofa that I’ve needed to fold for…well, I don’t think I’ve ever folded it. I just kind of find what I want to wear and take it. And I have a habit of buying more books than I have shelf space for so there are a lot of them, uh, everywhere. It’s that kind of stuff that makes my house a mess.
Someday, if someone decides I’m good enough to raise a family with, I’ll need to take care of it. But for now, it’s just my mess to live with.
And my cat, Pytha. She’s the best cat. I pour some food in the bowl for the tabby and replace her water with fresh stuff. She rubs herself around my legs before beginning to chomp away happily at her food. She’s so cute.
Checking the time, I see that I’ve got a good bit before I need to meet Crystal, so I decide to hop in the shower. I make sure I actually bring the new bottle of body washintothe shower with me this time and don’t forget it on the counter still in the shopping bag like I did this morning. I tend to forget a lot of little things like that.
I definitely cannot forget how great Crystal looked today though. As I’m scrubbing up, I think of her perky chest, thick thighs, and pleasantly plump backside. I stroke myself absently at first, daydreaming of her smile and her tiny shorts. When I start thinking of what’s under those shorts, I grip my cock tighter and begin jacking off in earnest.
I wonder if she’s smooth between her thighs or if she has that icy blonde hair over her sweet cunt. What the nipples on her small breasts look like. My breath comes out in harsh pants as I think about sinking between those thick thighs, about the sounds she’d make. I think about her crying out my name.
“Trig, yes, fuck me,” she’d cry out. “I want your cock. You and Cliff. Both of you, now.”
I gasp in confusion and desire as Cliff enters my thoughts, crouching behind Crystal, his hand gently holding her throat, his eyes locked on mine.
“I’m here, Crystal. I’m going to fuck your sweet ass,” he purrs against her ear. I pump my cock into my fist fast, my movements frantic. “Then when you’ve had enough, I’ll finish inside Trig.”
I explode onto the shower floor in the hardest orgasm I’ve had in years. It feels like never ending ropes of cum stream out of me before I’m spent. When I’m done, I stand there, water spraying onto me, a bewildered expression on my face.
What the fuck was that?
Chapter Nine- Crystal
Oh boy. Why did I ask that man to come over? This is nothing but trouble. He just looked so damn pathetic. And handsome. So very, very handsome.
Ugh. What’s wrong with me? You’d think I learned my lesson with Chad.Don’t be a fool for a handsome face.Ah well, I’ll just have to make sure he doesn’t stay long and then I’ll drive home quick. No serious crushes allowed.
When the doors are locked and everything is wiped clean, I hear a tap on the front window. A pleasantly pale face with wind-blushed cheeks smiles at me through the glass. Gosh, he looks so young sometimes; this flash makes him look like he’s maybe starting college at best. His eyes are so bright, his skin clear, his hair thick, lips full and rosy. He would look perfect on one of those advertisements at that clothing store that was popular in the early 2000s. You know, the one that hired only hot, preppy type people? And they had shirtless men on the shopping bags? He has a perfect face for that sort of thing. But the rest of him is just chaos.
I open the door and the end of his scarf flaps in the wind, slapping him in the face. Trig pulls it off, spitting out bits of wool fuzz. He pulls off his stocking cap as he steps inside, and his hair sticks up in a staticky halo.
“Hi Crystal! It’s chilly out there this evening. Hope you brought a jacket!” He smiles, and for the first time I notice he has one slightly crooked tooth among his otherwise straight, white teeth. Somehow that makes him even more adorable.
“Oh yep, I brought one. I always check the weather forecast before I go out. I’ve lived a lot of places, so I know how to adjust to different climates.”
