That First Night--Time with her Fiancé

That evening she beat her fiancé Jonathan home. She normally did. He worked a nine to five job with an engineering firm while she was out the door well before 7 o'clock. But that meant she got home before him most days.

As soon as she got home she jumped in the shower. She felt disgusting. She felt dirty. She felt filthy. She cried as she remembered filming those horrible acts so long ago. She barely even made money. It had been such a mistake. After sobbing her eyes out and then cleaning back up, Jonathan showed up.

"Hey babe," he said throwing his keys on the counter "how was work?"

"It was okay." Leah said flatly "Glad its over."

"I hear that. What do you wanna do for supper?"

"I don't really feel like cooking tonight." Leah said curling up on the couch. She was in her pajamas and Jonathan could read the room.

"How about I order something for delivery?" He offered.

"That sounds good." she said trying to not thinking about the encounter with Principal Howard.

After a few minutes of negotiating what to eat they settled on a pizza. Jonathan busted out an already open bottle of wine and they gobbled down their pizza together on the couch. {if Principal1 = 100} Just like she had gobbled down Principal Howard's cock. She almost threw up at the thought. She couldn't finish her second slice. She lost her apatite. {endif}

The evening began to turn into night and as they got ready for bed Jonathan began to rub her back innocently. But Leah knew what an innocent backrub led to. Indeed--it was Jonathan's number one non-verbal cue that he wanted some loving.

"Mhmmmm you know what I'm in the mood for?" he asked as he squeezed her shoulders under her sleep shirt.

"Ha ha we can have sex honey." she half turned and smiled. She wanted to be close to him. She wanted to embrace him--to feel as though they were one. She wanted to make love and get caught up in the rapture of deep desire. Leah loved that man so much.

"Can I have a blowjob?" he asked with bated breath--longing for her to pleasure him. {if Principal1 = 100} Her stomach began to curdle as she remembered going down on Mr. Howard. She felt such shame and disgust at herself. {endif}

He had probably hoped that she had had enough wine for her to do something like that. Maybe she had fallen into the habit of a woman who caught a man--she didn't go down on him but rarely now. Was the bait and switch just a natural part of life?