Tell him to piss off

“Get out of here, Francis.”

You look at him with the angriest face you can possibly shape. He does seem a little bit intimidated by you, after all, he’s quite taller.

Fists clenched, you follow him with your eyes as he starts walking towards the exit. You resist a primal urge to give him a homemade plastic surgery with your fist.

As he exits, he slurs a final snarky comment.

“He’ll leave you, Michelle. It’s just a matter of time.”

Two seconds that feel like ages pass. Maybe three. You are, even if it’s hard to admit, quite tense. Maybe even a tiny bit of… Fear? Maybe… Maybe you really are an asshole.

You hear a sigh of relief. It’s from Michelle. Her entire body seems to decompress as a single tear slides through her chin and onto her neck. Her eyes are red, watery with anger.

There’s a moment of silence. You hear tree leaves shuffling at a distance. The cold air lingers in your mouth giving you a taste which is a weird mix of cool, fresh air and strong bathroom aromatizer.

“That guy was such an… Asshole.”

“I know.” You reply.

She throws her thin porcelain hands onto your neck and gives you a strong kiss. You feel her tongue almost poking your throat.

“I’m not going to let him ruin this. Get inside that bathroom stall. I’m about to suck your dick so hard you’ll cum your brains out.”

Your heart skips a beat with excitement. You can feel her red lips on your dick already, and it shows, cause you just tented your jeans.

Time to get into that bathroom.