A Comforting Lie

“I mean, I thought we could maybe have something more than just a fling.”

The lie is obvious and so brazen that you wonder why you even said it and Angela clearly thinks the same. She pulls herself away from you silently and she pulls herself up off the bed.

“I think I should go,” she said flatly as she began to pick up her clothing.

“Wait wait!” You exclaimed as you scrambled off the bed to follow her. “I want you to stay though?”

She laughed then, small and bitter. “Oh, I know you want me to stay. You want me to stay bad enough that you would try to feed me a line like this being more than a fling to you.”

“Well, why is that so hard to believe?” You shot back, feeling weirdly defensive in spite of yourself.

Angela didn’t even respond, a glance down at your still mostly erect cock seeming to be all the answer she felt she needed to give as she began to pull her clothes back on.

You stood watching her get dressed and once again found yourself at a loss for what to say. With every passing moment, you could feel her slipping away from you and try and you might you could think of anything that could stop it happening.

In the end, you watched her walk out the door, still standing naked in your bedroom, the smell of her hanging in the air as you wondered how you could have messed things up so badly.