“The Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Learn”
By Vanity
“Good performance,” a stagehand said as he passed him going down the hall. He could only nod and half smile. Another long autumn in LA, the underground theatres surprisingly packed with paying customers, which meant more food. The economy had been slow for him since the group fell apart a long time ago so he decided to pursue his third passion of acting and so far, it was working well for him. He pushed his way through the growing crowd into his dressing room, where he sat at the mirror.
“Not bad for thirty-three,” he said as he wiped away his makeup. It was quiet in the room and he was thankful for his peace. It was the only time he got to really think about her. He opened the drawer anxiously and took out her photograph. Ten long years and she is still as beautiful now as she was that night he spent with her.
“David?” He fumbled to put the picture away as Jane made her way into the room. “Did I disturb you?” She noticed his sudden flush of color, something she had the pleasure to see on more than one occasion in the privacy of her bedroom.
“Nah, just thinking. How are you, Jane?” She only smiled as she approached him, settling her petite body on his lap. It felt a little uncomfortable being this way with her, their romantic relationship long over. He wanted to be just friends because he couldn’t devote himself to another woman with someone else in mind. But Jane had other plans and right now, she was the only thing he had.
“You still have some make up on your face,” she whispered, her fingertip trailing his eyebrow. His arms slid around her waist as she kissed him, their tongues briefly touching before she pulled away. It was going to be another one of those nights where they would undress slowly and he would make love to her. But each time, just like the last, he couldn’t help but look into her eyes and wonder where his true love was or if she had gotten any of his letters.
* * *
She had the fame, fans, and adoration. But nothing was better than complete control, having someone beg and be at your every beck and call. She circled her prisoner of the night, the tip of her knife scratching his skin as she did so.
“What’s my name,” she growled, grabbing his hair and forcing his head back. His body tensed at the gesture, more so when she placed the knife at this neck. “What is it?!”
“Baisez,” it was close to a whisper and she pulled at the nipple clamps attached to him. His teeth gritted in pain as she pulled harder.
“I can’t hear you!” she yelled, and he heard the faint sound of the belt, knowing that she was going to beat him raw again.
“BAISEZ!” he screamed as the belt hit him in impatience. Damn, not even when she made them could they say her name like he did.
“Good boy,” she purred, squeezing his bruised cheeks and shaking any unnecessary thoughts. Why did every man or woman that came into view always remind her of him? She looked to the table full of beautiful letters he had sent, ones she refused to answer. Even after their night together she couldn’t help but want more from him but at the same time, not wanting to. Now Roger was forcing her to go back to LA, saying her fans needed her and that it was time to go home. But going back to LA didn’t mean going home or satisfying the fans. It meant going back to him.
* * *
In his letters he spoke of a light acting career in a downtown theatre. The first thing she decided was to surprise him, her anxiety getting the best of her. Luckily she didn’t get caught as she snuck around the old-fashioned theatre, admiring the merges of classical and modern posters and photographs. There were no photos of him and she wondered if he looked the same, talked the same, tasted the same. The sudden noises downstairs distracted her thoughts as she rushed towards the balcony, settling to watch the action below as the lights dimmed, the director calling out for the last scene of the day.
A petite blonde made her way towards the middle of the stage, immediately going into character. A masked man appeared, his arm stretched to touch her cheek, their bodies fusing in desperate need. Ecstasy surrounded the blonde’s face as her hands pulled his mask up, bit by bit, exposing his face. Baisez’s heart burst from her chest. That profile, those lips! They could only belong to one man and Baisez felt herself redden as he leaned in for one lustful kiss.
Their union was brief as Davy’s eyes caught site of someone in the balcony. Something was familiar about the person and recognition hit as soon the lights changed, exposing a very startled face. It can’t be, he thought, walking towards the end of the stage. This was not the way she wanted to be discovered but she couldn’t make a move as he removed the mask to look up to her.
“Baisez,” he whispered, a broad smile taking his face before he sprinted off stage. His heart raced with each keen step, unknown strength taking over as he climbed up step after step. Baisez heard the pounding footsteps before the door flew open, Davy bracing himself in the doorway.
Oh my God. He was definitely older, chiseled face, accentuated features, and a dark halo of long, wavy hair. But it was those eyes, with so much fervor and intensity that made her feel weak and dizzy. He took a step forward as she unconsciously took a step back, cursing herself for doing so.
Was she real? She looked as if she might break just from him standing there. Reaching out his touch was feather light as it skimmed her face. She was more beautiful than her pictures gave her credit for and he couldn’t help but allow his hands to trail over her arms, the flatness of her stomach, back to the curves of her face. She wished she were naked, enjoying how thorough his touches could get over her skin. It would be so much fun, but her body was reminding her that this was enough, for now.
* * *
He decided to wait until the theatre was clear before they went to settle in one of the middle rows. She allowed him to do all the talking, in time discovering the blonde was a flake named Jane and that if acting didn’t work out, he would return to England to become a jockey. When he asked her questions about her life, she didn’t know how to respond. In all this time, no one had asked her what she thought or how she felt. Business and telling her prisoners what positions to get into were her only conversations. There was no room for anything else.
Then there were his romantic gestures, that smile and curious cock of his head when he paused to gaze at her. It was uncomfortable but at the same time, it thrilled her. When his eyes twinkled, she thought she would melt. Damn, he was fine as hell now and she wanted nothing more than to fuck him tonight.
“You’re coming home with me,” she said abruptly, fixing him with a penetrating look. He didn’t have to be told twice as he followed her to her posh penthouse where she didn’t waste any time attacking.
“No, Baisez,” he breathed, pushing her back a little. He hadn’t even kissed her yet and now it was time to fuck? She looked frustrated and pissed and he felt sorry for having it come out the way it did. “No, I mean, I want to talk to you first. Let’s sit down and talk, please?”
Please? She didn’t expect that word from him and although it excited her, there was still something odd about the way he used it, like it was a weapon against her. After that, nothing happened but his continuing conversation and the occasional glances. She felt herself getting restless and ready to pounce. Each advance from him was just a long flirt, but his eyes sparkled and spoke something else whenever she caught them. It reminded her of his beautiful letters and how he would write things to her in such a poetic way, she wanted to have him there, reciting verbatim for her.
She attempted to get closer, her hand tickling his thigh as it traveled towards his crotch. He squirmed and she liked it, moving her fingers to where they could tease him a little. He tried to convince himself not to give in, as he continued talking. When that wasn’t enough, she silenced him with a commanding kiss. It surged through both their bodies and Baisez felt she had broken out in a sweat as he kissed her with an emotion she felt she had forgotten.
But then he pulled away, babbling about things he had to do as he got his stuff and headed for the door. She followed him in a stupor, only nodding as he asked if he could see her Wednesday at 7:00 pm. She accepted his kiss against her cheek and watched as he closed the door behind him. When her senses came back, she was angry. Who in the hell did he think he was anyway? He had gotten her all hot and bothered and didn’t do a damn thing about it. She thought about how much she hated him as she retreated to her room, knowing he was different from other guys, making her do these stupid things to herself, just to ease her tempers.
She undressed and prepared herself on the bed, her impatience forcing her to go ahead and fuck herself with the dildo. Her mind kept going back, as it always did, to that night they spent together, how he made her feel and how desperate she was to come back for more. Her legs tightened as it got good to her, imagining what it would feel like to have him between her legs, hands all over her body, whispering sweet words into her ear. Oh, it was just like her dreams where he would love her just as much as she loved him. Why did he have to leave and why did she let him? Her frustration built as an orgasm hit and she tossed the dildo away as if it were cursed. She had a good mind to go and find him, the damn fleeb, but she stayed put. The next time, he would be in this bed with her.
* * *
Baisez decided to follow him the next few days. It was enough to have this anticipation but then there was Jane. Jane was so obedient, her feelings for him carrying well beyond acting as she danced about onstage. Davy was just so pleased to have her around and it made Baisez sick. She sat back as they rehearsed a pivotal scene, one that ended up in a very avid situation with them taking great patience in undressing each other. It was so erotic how Davy held her, as if she were a rag doll about to tear. She held him with her own equal feelings as they laid on the bed, soft and smooth in their caresses and kisses. Baisez could feel her legs lock as she kept her own urges at bay. But she couldn’t help but let her fingers trail her lips as she watched him kiss that flake with gentle grace and ease.
Forgetting her celebrity she plodded downstairs after rehearsals, receiving countless stares and whispers. He was in his dressing room with Jane, as she glided in. Jane froze in place, just as shocked as Davy was to see Baisez out like this. After a while he felt it proper to at least introduce the two, Jane gushing about how much she loved Baisez’s music and how she had no idea that Davy knew her. But Baisez’s responses seemed judgmental, shooting from her mouth like venom into Jane’s astonished face. Davy could sense the tension between them whenever he was the subject, and he took his cue to escort Jane from the room.
When he came back, Baisez continued a nonchalant attitude that he didn’t understand.
“What was that about?”
“Nothing,” she responded, fiddling with some papers.
“What are you doing here? I would think you couldn’t come out like this?”
“Why? You want me to leave so you can get back with Jane?” Her voice was laced with contempt as she looked at him. Before he could say anything, Jimmy came tripping into the room, his eyes wide as they caught Baisez’s form. She stared at him, her eyes sensual as they skimmed over his body. He wasn’t bad looking, maybe closer to her age, if a little younger. Some meat, quite tall, and definitely not Davy. Davy shuffled him out before anything could be said, looking back to Baisez, who carried her usual expression.
He wanted to find out her problem but she eluded him with her words and actions as they walked through the theatre. For some reason, whenever someone approached them her responses would be quite sarcastic and cold. At times he didn’t understand her actions, especially those with Jimmy, who she would giggle and flirt with right before his eyes. It hurt but she gave him no time to talk, assuring him of their date on Wednesday and leaving him to wonder what in the hell was the matter with her.
* * *
Wednesday and Baisez wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to see him tonight. Every time she thought of him, images of he and Jane would come up. She purposely made plans to be with Jimmy tonight, knowing she could trick him into bed and have her way with him. In the back of her mind she knew Davy was waiting for her and she tried not to care, but it was hard. Inside, she loved him but knew she could never tell him and it made her even angrier to think about it. She needed detached sex and Jimmy was going to be her distraction for the evening and she promised she would give him a night he wouldn’t forget.
* * *
Davy didn’t know how long he waited but she wasn’t going to appear no matter what he did. Being stood up wasn’t something he was used to and he didn’t know how to handle it. It was amazing how one woman could bring him down, but Baisez was never an ordinary woman to him. He swished his glass around before taking another shot, the liquor warming his insides and calming the pain in his chest. He thought about going back to her room, thinking maybe she would be there, just a mistake in missing their date. She was a big star and had a lot to deal with, but he couldn’t help but wonder.
* * *
The cab ride was short as was the elevator ride up to the penthouse. His head and feet were heavy as he trudged to her room, surprised to see the door ajar. Familiar noises echoed throughout the whole room, noises he was only used to in the privacy of his own room, with another person. He noted the scattered clothes, the empty bottle of champagne, and still lit cigarettes tipping out of ashtrays as he walked through the room. The bedroom door was locked, Baisez’s voice booming at her victim to fuck her harder. He banged on the door as soon as he recognized the other voice with her, his blood boiling as it coursed through his veins. The noises stopped and the door flew open, exposing Baisez’s half naked form and a very surprised Jimmy. Davy barged passed her, yanking Jimmy and his clothes from the room, out towards the front door.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing,” Baisez yelled as he slammed the door behind him.
“I should be asking you that! I waited for you tonight, thinking maybe we could get acquainted again; start fresh. But for some reason, you find it in yourself to first, humiliate me in front of my coworkers, two, to stand me up, and three, to top it all off, you sleep with someone I considered a friend. Now, I’m only going to ask you this once but what in the hell is the matter with you woman?! Do you get off on making people suffer?!”
“I don’t have to explain anything to you,” she retorted, pushing past him. But he grabbed her arm before she could go very far and she yanked herself from him. By her blasé attitude, he knew she didn’t give a damn about him and that burned right to the core. He had been waiting for too long for her, wanting and wondering. Every relationship a standstill because his fantasies of her got the best of him, making him believe that when they parted that morning, there was something there.
“You got a lot of nerve ruining my evening fleeb,“ she spat, glaring at him. “I don’t owe you shit, Jones. To think, that I could stop my world for you? HA! I got money, fame, fortune, and all the lovers I can sink my teeth into. What do you have? A petty job and some bimbo who might as well be licking more than your balls. Lovesick bastards, I don’t need because I have the control and right now, I want nothing to do with you.”
Maybe it was the alcohol but something snapped deep inside clouding his senses. He knew he had no control over what he was about to do. His grip was like a vice as he snatched her into the room, tossing her on the bed as if she were some unwanted toy. Fighting back did little to keep his hands from ripping at her robe and leaving her exposed. But there was no beauty or sentiment in his eyes when she caught them, her body thrown over and shoved into the mattress.
“You never ask for anything, just take.” His voice was full of disdain as he undid his pants. “You want to see how it feels to be hurt, Baisez? Well, since you like it rough let me give it to you rough, slut.”
Her strength evaded her as he rammed himself inside, pumping her with long deep strokes that meant business. She wasn’t wet for him, or ready for these actions, and it hurt like hell. His hands were like sand paper to her skin, his dirty words like a knife to her heart. She didn’t want it this way, the grunts, and pulls of her hair. Davy felt like a madman, enjoying the whimpers coming from her mouth as he grinded himself deeper inside. Her skin felt like fire beneath his hands and he clung to it, smacking it whenever she gave him the responses he wanted. He could feel himself getting closer to release and she desperately clutched his hand as his fingernails impaled her skin, his seed spilling like careless wine dripping from a turned bottle inside her.
“There must be something wrong with me to think that a woman like you, so selfish and disrespectful, could ever love anything. You’ll never change and every man or woman you manipulate will continue to be treated as you have just been if you keep your shit up.”
Her body ached but she gathered the strength to pull her robe about her and smack the taste out of his mouth. It didn’t seem to phase him as he wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and she felt the familiar urge to kiss him, disgusted that such an emotion could come after what he just did. He seemed to know what she was thinking, a coy smile taking his face. He had her right where he wanted her now.
“You’re so beautiful but such a bitch, Baisez. That hypocritical face deceives you.” Baisez held herself still as he started backing away from her. “You should wind up like you deserve: alone. Who needs a slut like you? I would rather have Jane.” That did it!
“Get out,” she yelled, grabbing the nearest vase and hurling it at him. He ducked it with little care, slamming the door behind him as he went. What she always learned was it didn’t matter what you said, it was how you said it that made a difference. Is that how she really made him feel? Her mind turned the thoughts over and over before she felt that odd sting behind her eyes, something she hadn’t done in such a long time she didn’t understand how to deal with it. The first tear was hot as it trailed down her cheek and she felt out of breath as she struggled to sit down. It was nauseating, but she couldn’t stop. What made it worse was that she was sorry, so sorry he wasn’t here to comfort her.
* * *
Baisez had to keep telling herself she was beautiful, independent, rich, and sexual. It wasn’t her fault she was a woman of little needs from one person and that she couldn’t be monogamous. But in the back of her mind she hated being so selfish. Being in control meant she wasn’t supposed to worry, that everything could be hers if she demanded it, and proved she was powerful enough to have it. No one would do you wrong if you controlled them. So why didn’t Davy come back? The crowd cheered her name outside and the butterflies surfed in her stomach as she began to approach the stage. It was showtime and right now, as it always should be, nothing else mattered. But it did.
* * *
Davy relaxed in his dressing room as people stormed about outside. The show went more than well and sure enough, the company was going to Canada to continue the play, just like the director wanted. He fingered the picture of Baisez, tracing the outlines of her face as his mind went into deep thought. It stung to realize what he did to her, knowing he had no way to apologize and that she hated him for it. Tonight was her last show and she would be gone anyway and he would go to Canada and it shouldn’t matter anymore.
Jane tiptoed in with her warm smile, her kiss like a comfort as he hugged her. After that night, he told her everything about his relationship with Baisez, and although it hurt to know he never loved Jane like she wanted, she still wanted to be there for him. Maybe when they got to Canada, she could persuade him to start fresh with her. It would be so incredible if they could do that.
“Need anything,” she cooed, as he fiddled around with his things.
“No, but thanks. I think I should go back to my apartment and get started packing.” She looked disappointed and he tried to ignore it. Sex was not what he needed now.
“We don’t leave until late night Sunday. It’s only Friday.”
“I know. But the sooner, the better.” She understood and sadly watched as he left, hoping that the cast party would make her happy.
* * *
Davy settled with his cup of tea as the seducing sounds of Baisez’s voice as it flowed from his record player. Tonight felt as if it had gone on forever but it was barely past one. He felt restless, not knowing what to do after all the packing. Jane had called once, wondering if she could come over, but he wanted to be alone. He knew he shouldn’t be listening to Baisez’s voice now, but it eased him into believing things were right between them, like she was singing to him. He always loved this song; the slow melody, the smooth tones of her voice as they streamed from one note to another. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.” It was enough to put him into a dream filled sleep, with her image surrounding him like a thousand posters, all of whom he had to touch and admire like an antique painting.
But his thoughts were broken as a sudden scratching occurred at the front door. He sat up, dumbfounded as the knob was tampered with along with the lock. The scratches grew louder, like a beast trying to break down a building and before he could fully react, the door was knocked opened, Baisez’s reddened form standing before him.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” he shouted as he stood.
“I need to talk to you,” she responded, closing the door behind her. The music continued in the background and she grew more annoyed, snatching the record from the player and slamming it on the floor, the thing smashing into a hundred tiny pieces. He watched, flabbergasted by her actions, even more so when she repeated the fact that she had to talk to him.
“I have nothing to say to you,” Davy spoke, fixing her with a glare she couldn’t resist.
“Fine. That gives me more time to talk.” She began to pace back and forth as he stood waiting with his arms crossed against his chest. “I have to explain something to you and maybe you won’t understand, but I pray you will.” She tried to calm down, but it wasn’t easy and his unbending stance wasn’t helping.
“My mother, she was never good at keeping anything together, including her men. It was like she had no mind to function by, going from one extreme to another, having people take advantage of her. I always thought it was because she had no control over her life. I grew up seeing that and didn’t want that for myself.”
“What’s that to do with me,” Davy asked, his voice quite impassive. She had stopped pacing but her fingers were fidgety as she stared at him, the shimmers of her eyes becoming misty.
“I can come and go as I please and she never had those choices. Don’t you see?”
“Yeah, I see that you are a manipulative bitch and you have no right to do what you do.”
“Yeah, like you had the right to rape me that night?” He grew quiet on that one, his gestures becoming uncomfortable as he looked away from her.
“You want to know what it has to do with you?” she continued after a little pause. No response. “Ever since I’ve met you, I can’t go back to being on my own, and I tried to deny that because you scare me. I thought it would be easier to manipulate you or just leave you alone.”
“And now,” he spoke, looking away from her.
“Now I want to stay.”
“Why?” Her pause was deafening and he tried to wait patiently.
“Because...I’m, I’m in...love with you.” He didn’t utter a word as he chewed on his bottom lip. She thought she would go insane at his silence. She had never told anyone that before, but his reaction wasn’t what she was expecting. Finally he looked at her, his expression unreadable as he stared. She could feel that unfamiliar sting behind her eyes again as he approached, another hot tear escaping her eye as his fingertips brushed it away.
“You made me cry,” she huffed. “You hurt my feelings and I didn’t know what to do.” She paused, her hands balling into fists as they settled on his shoulders. Dammit, why are you so short?” Her breathing was becoming a little more hurried as he stepped closer, a light chuckle escaping him.
“Shh,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against her cheek. “Take your shoes off.” She obeyed, slipping them from her feet, barely meeting his gaze. He tipped his head up a little to kiss her, the lips warm and moist against his. She could feel his hands creeping up and down her sides, making her tingle and squirm as his tongue brushed against her neck. The strands of his hair sifted through her fingers when he nibbled at her earlobe, an urging moan leaving her mouth. His body bent a little and she eagerly leapt into his arms as he carried her into the bedroom, spreading their bodies onto the bed.
“I don’t think you learned the last time,” he whispered as his body covered hers. “I’m going to show you what it’s really like.” She loved the feel of his weight on her, the textures of his clothes and skin against her body as his fingers stretched under her shirt. He was so careful in his embraces, being patient as he explored every inch of her body, from her the top of her head to the tips of her toes. So playful with his smile, he twisted his body onto hers, feasting on her sex as she did his, with a quick and urgent licking that was almost enough to satisfy her. But he pulled away before reaching that pinnacle of greatness, standing her up with him to admire more of her body.
Her grasp covered his as his fingertips danced along her hips, around to the small of her back. Up and down, back and forth, his fingers skipped across her muscles, smoothing the curves and bones he felt there. When he looked down, there it was, that beautiful ass, so young and firm he had to squeeze it. It reminded him of how hard he had fucked it those many, many nights ago and a devilish grin came to his face. She jumped as he circled the tight ring with the tip of his finger, teasing with a bit of penetration. She pulled him closer, grabbing his bare ass as his other hand molded her breast. It was enough to drive her insane and he felt she was ready for him.
They wasted no time sinking to the floor as she spread her legs wide for him to settle in between the cradle of her thighs. He braced himself and stabbed her in one swift thrust, making her squirm beneath him. Any touch he gave, her body responded like gasoline to a fire, excited and quick. It felt so needy as he became more savage with his lovemaking, causing her to call out his name with each penetration. She wanted everything he had to give and he gave, burying himself to the hilt inside her. Her thighs tightened as her legs locked him to her, the force of her orgasm so strong, he felt it would push him out of her. The feelings of such intensities tipped him over and she accepted him, with open arms, as he collapsed on her body, the sweat between them like glue.
“Thank you,” she whispered, holding him tight. But when he looked at her, his coy grin meant more than what she was expecting. He was not *done* with her for the evening.
* * *
Baisez rolled over, her ass, pussy, and every muscle and bone she never knew she had sore down to the core. But she loved it, the replay of last night’s events bringing a more than satisfied smile to her face. Her favorite was when they were in the rocking chair, her hips waving against his each time the chair tipped beneath him. She loved looking down into his face when it happened, those pillow soft lips breaking into a bright smile when it felt too good to be true.
Excitement swam through her as she reached for him, but he wasn’t there. The faint smell of coffee and eggs traveled around her nose and she threw herself out of bed and into his shirt, skipping into the kitchen to see him fixing breakfast. The table was full of fruits and pancakes, but the thing that caught her eye was the bowl of strawberries bathed in whip cream and chocolate! Oh, she loved that man!
“I didn’t know what you wanted,” he yelled over the hissing of the pan. “What do big stars eat?”
“Well,” she purred, going over to lick his ear. “I wouldn’t mind tasting you again.” He rolled his eyes on that one and turned to face her. The expression she got wasn’t what she wanted.
“I have to tell you something,” he whispered. Something wasn’t good. She could tell that. “Um, that play I was in, well, a big time agent was there, and he liked us, giving us the opportunity to go to Canada for a few months and after that-”
“When-”
“I leave Sunday. When do you-”
“I leave Wednesday. I get to go stay with my mom in her native Germany, Munich in fact. I was wanting you to come with me but-”
“I’m sorry.” He really meant it, just when they were getting started. They both looked at each other with a seriousness they didn’t know how to explain. When her eyes looked away, they settled on the bowl of strawberries and whip cream with chocolate.
“I think we should go back to bed,” she whispered, looking back at him.
“Yes, I think so too.”
* * *
Baisez stared looked out the window of the plane, her emotions trying to stay in check as she gazed through the haze of clouds. Roger was beside her, complaining about something, but she didn’t care. That Sunday morning, she didn’t even stick around to say goodbye because they probably wouldn’t see each other for another ten years anyway, or maybe never. Roger moved away and she was thankful to be left alone, in her dim corner in an oddly comfortable seat. But that didn’t matter. She was angry at exposing her feelings and not having it work out. She was angry with him for choosing to leave instead of stay.
Her fingers knotted as she choked back a sob, beating her thigh with her fist at losing her emotions again. But she couldn’t help it, all this crying over him. It was like some deranged love story, but dammit, she loved him and oh well, fuck to that too!
“What is like chocolate that melts in your mouth, but tastes better?” She jerked to the voice, a finger with a pair of black panties dangling from the tip in her view. Her eyes traveled up to see Davy’s smiling face, with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses that only enhanced his sexual charm over her. Maybe it was all the alcohol she consumed before the flight, but she had to pinch him to see if he was real, his response very loud as she stared at him.
“Where in the hell have you been?” she screeched, as he sat down. “I have been on this fucking plane for over an hour and you’re just now showing up?”
“I figured I would surprise you,” he responded, rubbing the place where she pinched him. She stared in disbelief at his arrogance.
“You made me cry, you asshole,” she joked, pushing him. “You’re short, you’re teeth are big. What do you do? Brush with a mop?” That twinkle in her eye always covered her anger for him and he drew her close, kissing the top of her head as she rested against his chest. She was definitely going to get him back for this.
“Baisez?” he whispered, with a hint of humor.
“What?”
“What did you do with that leather strap on and knife?” Okay, she thought as his hand squeezed her ass, sending a wave of exhilaration through her. He’ll get me first.
Disclaimer: “The Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Learn” is a real song, although I don’t know if that’s the right title. However, since I have quoted the song, I figured I would put this here just in case the long lost songwriters wanted to try to sue, which they can’t because I got no fucking money. Thank you very much.
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