“Hi Mr T!” Elliana beamed at me. “Uh, I mean Mr Thomas. Unless you prefer to pity a fool.”
She giggled and it was so infectious I almost cracked a smile myself.
“I forgot to let you know tonight’s canceled. I’m sorry, Ellie.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Let me get my wallet. I won’t have you travel for nothing.”
She waved me off. “It’s no biggie.”
But I insisted. After all, it would have probably been the last time I’d pay her anyways. I didn’t tell her this right away, but I guess she sensed it.
“You and Mrs Thompson not doing so good?” She asked softly.
“You picked up on that, huh?”
“Well I could feel some tension between you guys like, uh… well all the time.”
I sighed. I guess things were more noticeable to outsiders than I had realized. Maybe this day was inevitable. Maybe the whole time I had been trying to fix things, Maria had been planning her way out. My mind was racing with thoughts. It felt like my brain was beating my head with a mallet.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“No, no… well yeah. But I don’t want to burden you with my troubles.”
Ellie smiled, so sweetly. She took a seat on the couch beside where I had been and made herself comfortable.
“I mean, if you’re willing to share some of this food then I think it’s a fair trade.”
* * * * *
We spoke for hours. And not just about my marriage but about everything. School, work, family, food. Ellie almost gouged my eyes out when I told her I had considered picking up the pineapple pizza instead of the pepperoni one. Though luckily, we both agreed that dark chocolate is underrated and the green Pringles are the best ones.
I did have a small moment of rambling about my possible divorce but I soon drifted off into other things and it felt good to take my mind off it. Turns out Ellie’s a real good listener. Not that it mattered. I could have stared into those eyes all night whilst neither of us said anything at all.
Unfortunately, as the hours counted down and the darkness took over the outside, I knew Ellie would soon be leaving and reality began to set back in.
I rested my hands in my lap and let out a deflated sigh. It seemed so hard to stay positive. But I had to try. Maybe single life wouldn’t be so bad? Or — better yet, maybe there was still hope for my marriage after all? Doubtful.
Ellie must have seen the glum look wash over my face as she reached out and gently placed her hand on mine.
“You’re going to be okay.” She reassured me.
Her skin was softer than I imagined. Suddenly the fragrance of her perfume swept over me and ensnared me in its fruity sweetness.
I glanced down and watched as her delicate fingers danced circles on the back of my hands. My eyes wandered up her forearm and I imagined placing kisses up it. My gaze reached her shoulder where the strap of her vest top had drooped over, exposing the hot-pink, fabric of her bra.
My eyes lingered on the little bit of exposed underwear pressing against Ellie’s creamy skin and I had flashes of kissing up to it and pulling it down with my teeth.
My cock pulsated at the thought.
Eventually my eyes dropped to small amount of cleavage her top showed. Enough to give your mind ideas, but plenty to be left to the imagination.
My mouth watered at the idea of feasting on the beautiful breasts hidden underneath her garments.
Then I directed my gaze up to those oh-so soft, kissable lips…and suddenly realized they were coming straight for me.
She held my hands in her own as our mouths collided. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t pull away. Our lips were superglued together. She moaned into the kiss, her voice radiating from within, in a smooth, seductive tone. Her sexy sounds made my cock ache.
She parted my lips and slipped her tongue inside, quickly finding my own and dancing with it.
Her taste was enticingly sweet and I could feel my heart racing by the minute. I placed my hand on her hips as she leaned into me, when I heard a noise that managed to break our hold and cause me to jump out of my skin.
My phone was buzzing against the wooden table.
I glanced at it to see my wife’s name. I looked back at Ellie. Her lips glistened with saliva.
“I should take this.”
I was actually glad Maria had broken up our moment of intimacy. It was just a kiss. A kiss isn’t too bad. There was still hope. I could recover from a kiss. But lord knows how much worse it might have been if Maria didn’t decide to call.
I picked up my phone and got to my feet, turning my back to Ellie and pacing over to the kitchen counter.
“The kids just wanted to say goodnight.” Came the dull reply from the other end.
“Alright, put them on.”
My kids. I had to be strong from them. This whole time I was acting like my divorce had already been finalized when it hadn’t even begun. I had to be strong, for them. Maybe there was still hope for this family.
I wished my children sweet dreams and told them I loved them. And then I hung up and turned around.
“Ellie?”
Suddenly the couch was empty.
I thought, maybe she had gone to the bathroom. That would be the perfect opportunity to call her a cab and move on from this mistake.
“Hey Ellie,” I began as I moved forward.
When suddenly, I noticed a sock. Just a single sock, all cute and fluffy, strewn across the bottom step.
I walked over and picked it up, when I noticed its twin a little higher up. Past that, at the very peak, was the same top I had been fantasizing about pulling off just moments before.
I gathered the garments on my journey up the stairs. When I reached the top, I couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp at the sight of a small pair of denim shorts lying motionless in my hallway. And, just behind them, a hot-pink bra hanging from the door handle to my bedroom.
I grabbed the last of her things and reached for the door with trembling hands. I grasped the handle tightly and pushed forward, the strong scent of mixed berries caressing my nose.
And there she was, kneeling on my bed. My wife’s bed. Wearing nothing but a pair of little, pink panties. Her hands were resting on the bed, her arms crossed over hiding much of her breasts behind them.
She smiled, flashing her most innocent doe-eyed expression, though I could see the hint of devilishness that laid behind them.
“I’m having some trouble getting this last item off. Will you help me?”
I should have turned around. I should have left her things in a pile and called her a cab.
I should have shut the damn door.
But I didn’t.
I felt a harness pulling me into the room, like a siren leading a sailor to the slaughter. I dropped Ellie’s clothes and swam towards her.
When I approached her, she raised herself on her knees and ran her fingers up my arms. I raised them to gently hold her elbows.
“We shouldn’t do this.” I told her.
She pulled me in and whispered in my ear. “I know. But doesn’t that make you want to do it so much more?”
She placed her thumb on my chin and tilted my face down to meet her gaze.
“It’s okay to look.” She whispered, tilting my heard further to her exposed breasts.
They were so beautiful. Not massive, but not small by any means. Definitely plenty to play with, with large, pinkish areolas.