A/N: Very Adult scenes and offensive language
A/N: Both Ellie and Paul are Twenty Seven in this story.
All these years, she's thought about it. But she's never seen Aster's room. Sure she's dreamt about what her house looked like now. Was Aster's bedroom bright and colourful? Did it always stay the same or did she and her husband change the rooms to match the seasons?
"Hey babe! I missed you!" Paul comes running up to her, with the speed of his football days. She smiles weakly irritated as he grabs her ass in public. She's told him about that. But all he'll say is, they're practically home anyway, and he'd be right as usual. So she does what she does best, shut's up. She hugs him back and he unlocks the door. She's barely taken her coat off when he pins her against the wall. Innocent smile gracing his lips, but she can feel this tense erection, against her thigh.
She imagined Aster would be more graceful. That they'd sit down at the table. Talk about work first. Debate the sexism of Casablanca and the unnecessary violence of the Medusa touch, before Aster would gently kiss her on the shoulder. Wrapping an arm around her waist before they tiptoed upstairs.
"Paul, do you have to stomp so loud? We've got neighbours!" She hisses, as he marched up the stairs in his work boots.
"Stop freaking out, the neighbours love me!"
Like always the bed room floor is covered in Paul's greasy work clothes. You'd think the man had never heard of a hamper. Ellie immediately lifts the clothes up and chucks them outside the door. "We've talked about this hun, just use the hamper in the bathroom"
"Are you mad?"
"I'm just-"
"Mad enough for hate-sex?" Paul smirks, his light brown eyes turning mischievous. That was Four months ago, and for some reason he still jerked off over that night. His masturbation, so loud that she needed ear-plugs sometimes.
"I'm not mad, I just don't want our bedroom smelling like a petting zoo" She shrugs.
Staring at the room with hundreds of Paul's cook books and a stack of hygiene certificates that should be in his office. She imagined Aster's walls covered in silver and gold certificates in Art, Maths and Literature. The last time she heard, the church's princess actually made it to uni. She flinches as her boyfriend slides his hand over her tits.
"Paul I...need to shower"
"What's the point of showering before sex? We can...get all...hot and bothered, then I can shower with you!"
"God no!" It erupts out of her mouth before she can stop it. He takes off his apron and frowns at the disgust in her voice.
"That's charming Ellie"
"I didn't..."
"You...think that I'm stupid don't you? Six months of nothing. Wow, I make you sick don't I? Did I turn ugly Six months ago? Did the Taco Truck run over my face? Enjoy the empty bed, I'll sleep downstairs!"
"Paul wait!" She instinctively blocks the door. She doesn't want to be left alone at night. Not because of any past tramua. Not because she'll miss him. She likes the space without him. Only alone she'll think of her. Aster's beautiful polished locks spread out on the bed. She'll dream about the way she'd moan as her greedy hands roamed that White, yet curvy body...
She walks up to Paul with determination gently unbuckling his trousers, she gently takes him out of his pants. "Six months? I thought it was Four? We can do...whatever you want to do. How about soft grinding?" She asks smiling with no teeth. Silently Ellie walks over to close the curtains, until he taps her arm and beckons her to the bed. He takes off her smart work trousers and his own trousers and boxers.
"Grinding?" He hoarsely whispers.
"Yeah, nice and slow babe" She hates saying that word. At the grand old age of Twenty Seven, she hates that word. He knows she does. But he still smiles at the effort. He takes off his shirt, revealing a brand spanking new white sleeveless tank shirt, before sliding on top of her hip to hip. As he grinds up and down, gaining momentum, she can feel his dick harden... she shudders in relief that he's not inside of her. She can imagine that the tank shirt is a bra. That the erect nipples above her are Aster's. Her chest a swollen B-cup instead of her man's taut muscular pecs.
"Can we try anal?" Paul asks.
"Do we even have enough lube for..."
"Sure we do!" He leaps off the bed like it's Christmas, and opened a drawer that she was sure she'd never seen before. She leans up at the noises. Her boyfriend turns around carrying even lube to cure world hunger.
"How in the hell?"
"Relax honey! A sex shop is one of our sponsors!"
"But your Taco Shack is a fucking family company!" She playfully argues.
"What the public don't know won't hurt 'em" Paul said rubbing her hips. He teased himself out of his boxers and ruffled on the condom. "The second it hurts I'm out. What do you say?" His chirpy optimism weakened her. It had been a while since they'd done anything. She told herself she owed him this. She pulls her panties down and turns on her stomach. To make it easier to take he recommended getting her on all fours.
As muscular and built as Paul is, he's average down there. He can fit it in without her gritting her teeth in pain. "You okay?"
"Sure yeah" She nods fast so that he can see it. He kissed her back and takes out her pony tail. A hoarse grunt as he slowly mounts her, beginning to slowly rock back and forth. She wishes the TV was on. It was embarrassing that all she could hear was birdsong and her boyfriend's X-rated pants as his hands brushed at her pubic hair.
"Shit! I should have fucking shaved!"
"No way, I like the bush" He gets breathless, running a hand along her back.
"Do you want dirty talk?" She holds back a moan herself, as Paul strokes her thigh crease.
"We can talk"
"Yeah?" You go first!" She prods
"I know why we haven't fucked in Six months El. I know that grinding is all you want. Cause you don't want a dick in you, do you?" Paul pauses as his thrusts get a little faster.
"Babe..."
"Dont' babe me. I know that everytime I've fingered you, or given you oral, I know why you close your eyes. You close your eyes, not because I'm any good. I get it! Trying to have lesbian sex with a guy must suck so hard!" He chuckles, pulling himself out. Ellie rolls onto her ass, before leaning up and reaching for any clothes she can find.
"I know why you don't wanna get naked in front of me. I know when you kiss me on the shoulder in the morning, you wish it was her"
"Paul wait a fucking..."
"I know every kinky role-play we've ever done, you wanna practise on her!"
"Why would I bother dating your clumsy, Taco obsessed ass if..."
"I know when you're in the bathroom with the water running you...you jerk off to her. How you jerk off, I STILL don't fucking know! I've asked you to touch yourself in front of me. Plenty of times. You wouldn't even do it on my fucking birthday!" Paul grabs his shirt and angrily drapes it over his shoulder.
"My jerking off sessions are fucking private!"
"If SHE asked, I'd be watching the Flo-chu porn collection on my laptop right now and you know it! I want you out Ellie!" Paul orders.
"The fuck I'm leaving! You need me ass-hole! I'm STILL bailing you out of this hell hole of a fucking mortgage!" Ellie cries.
"Get your filthy, manipulative, perverted, dyke ass, out of MY Goddamn house! Get the fuck out!" He roars.