My arms were stretched wide across the back of the sofa I was sitting on, my knees were parted and between them stood Melody who was wearing nothing more than a black lacy thong. Her fake tits barely moved as she leaned forward and placed her hands on my shoulders, putting her nipples right in front of my lips. I could have easily slipped one of those brown tipped delights into my mouth, but I didn’t want to because they didn’t belong to Andi. Andi’s breasts were much smaller, made to fit neatly into my palm, and they moved and swayed with a natural delight Melody most certainly did not have. My jeans were tenting with an erection that rivaled Mount Vesuvius, all courtesy of my thoughts of Andi. Right now Melody’s hand rubbed hard against my groin, her tits still sitting perfectly hard and false before my mouth. The instant I was brought back to here and now, my erection began to deflate.
“You’re so tense,” Melody whispered, leaning forward to take my ear lobe between her teeth. Her voice wasn’t anything special. Not like Andi’s ear-fuck-worthy, smooth Texas drawl. Damn, I was definitely too sober. Melody bit down just slightly, enough to sting but quickly followed it up with the gentle lapping of her tongue. “Let me relieve some of this tension.” Ever so slowly she dropped to her knees. We were in a back room, a private room set aside for VIP guests like famous porn stars. Melody carefully slipped my zipper down. My drunken gaze took her in, and I wondered why in the hell my thick rimmed beer goggles were not working. Wasn’t alcohol supposed to make everything look better? Oh, that’s right, I was too fucking sober! Melody looked like a two-bit hooker, her lipstick smeared, her hair a little disheveled. I knew for a fact that she had nailed Jimmy on this very couch not more than an hour ago. Now she was ready to go again, with me. But I didn’t want her, even my dick was shying away from her. My equipment had its sights set on Andi from the moment she strolled through the damn airport over a month ago. I watched Melody remove my almost flaccid member from my jeans. In my semi drunken state, I could almost picture the horrified look on his raging red circumcised head. I snorted at the idiotic visual that I had just created.
“What’s so funny?” Melody purred, her hands wrapping around my dick.
Not Andi’s hands. Andi’s hands could very well be wrapped around Fabian’s member right now. Her date had begun two hours ago, giving Fabian plenty of time to work his shoulder-to-cry-on act. This was all kinds of wrong. I wasn’t supposed to be here, and Andi wasn’t supposed to be with Fabian. What the hell had I done? Why wasn’t I fighting for her? She was worth fighting for. As the drunken haze slowly began to lift, I realized this was all kinds of fucked up and wrong. I was acting like a pathetic bitch when I should have been working on a plan to get Andi back.
“Ask me to suck your cock,” Melody said, dragging me from my epiphany.
Ask her to suck it? I don’t think so; I wanted her to take her damn hands off it so I could wipe the fucking thing clean. Before I had a chance to answer, the door to my right burst open, and Andi came stumbling through it. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, I just stared at her while she stood, staring back at me with a horrified look on her face. Me, with Melody on her knees between my legs, my cock in her hands. Andi was first to react, backing away from the door. Fabian’s smirking grin over her shoulder caught my attention, and a red haze descended over my eyes. Andi turned and fled the room with Fabian hot on her tail. I jumped up, causing Melody to fall on her ass. I zipped up and stormed out of the private room.
“Andi!” I called. What the fuck was she doing here? The club was so packed and the only way I was able to follow her was by following Fabian’s blonde head of hair. By the time I reached them, Andi was charging out the front door of The Sugar Shack. “Fucking hell, Andi, stop right there!” I demanded.
Andi swung around to face me. The happy-go-lucky country sweetheart was currently unavailable. Pissed off Andi was front and center. More than angry, she was livid, the fury burning through her eyes made my steps actually falter.
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that!” she snarled.
“Like what?” I said indignantly, the lingering alcohol in my system obviously warping my better sense.
“Like you own me.”
I shook my head. “What are you talking about?” I wondered, mystified.
“You waltzed into my life and took this,” she pressed her fist against her chest, “you just took it. You saw something you wanted and you just took it, like you owned it. You don’t own it, and you don’t own me.”
“Andi…” I sighed, the pain in her eyes and her words were hurting me just as much as they were hurting her. She slapped me, hard. My cheek burned with the fury of that slap and my ears rang. As the ringing disappeared, I was left with staggering disbelief and muffled laughter from behind me. I swung around to see Melody, her barely there dress back in place, and Fabian smirking at her side.