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Designed Intent

Chapter 29

Wednesday Morning

He woke to the sound of the alarm buzzing in the bedroom; he had fallen asleep, or had passed out, in his chair. Bobby stirred and lightening bolts shot through his head, blinding him and lurching his stomach. He sat for a moment and cautiously opened his eyes and realized that the crotch of his pants was wet. Awww Christ! he thought. He stood up and the glass rolled off his lap; he had spilled his last drink into his lap last night, thank God he hadn't wet himself.

Bobby made his way to the bedroom and shut off that goddamn alarm. He stripped out of his clothes, leaving them on the floor and walked into the bathroom where he promptly threw up. He showered, shaved, brushed his teeth and threw up again. He brushed his teeth one more time and continued to feel like shit. He returned to the bedroom, stretched out across the bed and missed her, battling with himself whether to call her. He wanted to hear her voice; he wanted her to love him again.

However, he was so tired of feeling bad, feeling sorry, feeling cautious. He was tired of trying so hard. Loving her should not be this hard, he told himself. Hell, he had no idea what she was doing with that Malcolm up there. She could be sleeping with that bastard and Bobby would never even know.

Something was wrong with her heart, he was certain of it, and she won't do anything about it. He had had to beg her to see Dr. Stephens with him and now she was trying to get out of it. It was as if she didn't care about herself or him; it was obvious she didn't care about them together.

For the next forty minutes, Bobby drove himself crazy and miserable arguing with himself and ended up convincing himself that he was doing all the work to make this relationship work. The more he thought, the angrier he got. He was beyond feeling sad; he was pissed.

Finally, he hauled himself off the bed and began to dress. Before he left the bedroom, he rummaged in the drawer of his bedside table looking for the condoms Estella had left that first weekend he and Gleason had been together. He took one and slipped it into his front pocket. Then, he took a fifty from the money envelope under the crockery pot on his dresser top and slipped it into his money clip, returning the clip to his pocket.

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Wednesday Evening

After work, Bobby headed straight to the gym and parked away from most of the other cars. He moved the condom from his front trouser pocket to his shirt pocket and went in, walking toward the counter.

The sweet young thing perked right up when she saw him, "Hi! Are you going to work out first?"

"You ready?" he said flatly, not looking directly at her. She slid off her stool, grabbed her purse and bounced around the end of the counter, leaving her friend in charge.

"Yeah, where do you want to go?" she looked up at him smiling broadly. God, he is so tall, so strong.

"My car." He held open the door; she stepped through, he followed and she wrapped her arm around his.

He unlocked his SUV with his clicker, opened the driver's side door, reached in and adjusted the driver's seat all the way forward, pushing the seat back forward as well and then he slammed shut the door. He opened the door behind the driver's seat and stood aside for her to get in. She looked up at him and said, "I thought we were going to get a drink?"

"Get in," he told her.

She hesitated a moment but obliged. He followed her in, pulled shut the door, and began undoing his belt. She watched him unbutton the band and lower his zipper, sliding his trousers down a bit and lifting himself free. "Suck me," he said flatly.

She looked at him and then slipped off her sweatpants and thong, unzipped her hoodie and her breasts bounced free. His eyes went to them and his mouth wanted to, his hands fondled her. He lifted and squeezed her breasts; they were much bigger, firmer and rounder than Gleason's were. He ran his thumbs over the nipples, flicking them, tweaking and twisting them. She knelt up beside him and said, "Want a taste?"

His eyes moved from her breasts to her eyes and his hands dropped, "Suck me."

The sweet young thing leaned in to kiss him and he jerked his head away and said, "No!" She didn't understand, and then didn't really care. She got down between his knees, moved aside his shirttail and said, "Oh my God, you are huge!" staring at his semi hard cock. She took it with her right hand and he jerked slightly.

"Suck it," he said.

The girl smiled up at him and took in the whole thing, licking and sucking like he had never been licked and sucked. Jesus Christ! he thought and leaned back against the headrest, eyes closed, left hand going for her head. Oh God!

She stopped and looked up at him, "Don't come in my mouth, ok? Don't come in my mouth," and she took in his length again, her finger going at her nub, rubbing hard, sliding in and out of herself.

Bobby's hips began to move as he felt himself rush to come. Short, hard grunts escaped his lips. Oh, god, she sucked hard, hard! She was fast and rough; so different from Glea–, he shut off that thought. Bobby's fingers tightened in the girl's hair, and he held her head as he began to shove up into her mouth. What this girl could do!

Suddenly, he pulled her head away by the hair and said, "Stop! Stop!"

She stopped and breathed out, "A condom, you got one?" she was soaking wet and wanting it.

Bobby pulled the condom from his shirt pocket, ripped it open and rolled it on in a hurry. "C'mere," he said breathlessly, pulling her up by the arm.

The sweet young thing straddled his lap, set her hands on his shoulders and went to kiss him. He jerked his head back again and turned away, "No! Don't."

He held her left hip with his right hand and guided himself to her opening with his left. She felt like a doll in his enormous hands.

He's so big, she thought. She's so tiny, he thought. Fuck me, she thought. He put the head at her slot and she dropped down hard; he jerked and she gasped, oh God, God!

Bobby had never been inside anything so small and tight. He was afraid to hurt her. "You ok?" he gasped.

She ground down on him and he took that as a yes. She pulled up and pushed down in her own rhythm. He let her do the work as she knew what was good for her; it was all good for him. She made no sounds as her nether mouth swallowed him in and pushed him out; it was like fucking the neck of a bottle.

Oh, God, he was going to come. His fingers gripped her ass tighter, and began pushing and pulling her up and down. Oh, oh, now! He growled out and pushed up, pulling her down onto him, jerking up into his condom, feeling the hot wet spread around his dick. She continued to move on him and slipped her hand between his crotch and hers, finding her clit and rubbing hard. Suddenly, she whined softly and her pussy twitched on his softening dick as she came.

They settled and she leaned in again to kiss him but he jerked away with a sharp, "No!" He couldn't look at her as he gently lifted her off his lap. She sat beside him, looking at him, wanting him again. "Get dressed," he told her darkly. She maneuvered into her sweatpants ignoring, forgetting, her thong.

She zipped up her hoodie just a few inches while Bobby searched for his handkerchief; he found it and used it to remove the nearly half-full condom. He folded the wet, rubbery mess into the cloth, wiped himself and stuffed the sticky, full handkerchief back into his pocket. He finished dressing his lower half and removed the money clip from his front pocket, found the fifty he had slipped in there this morning, just for this purpose, and held it out to her. "Here."

She looked at the bill between his fingers, not knowing what to think. "Are you kidding me? You're going to pay me? Like some whore? What do you think I am? Some skank?" Secretly she wanted that fifty, it was not a bad deal being paid for a fabulous fuck. He was the biggest thing ever to find its way up her snatch. Jesus. She didn't want to piss him off, either; she wanted more of this big boy.

"Take it and get out," he told her darkly, not looking at her.

She hesitated, looked at him then at the bill, took it from his fingers and asked, "We gonna do this again?"

"Get out," he replied.

He watched her open the passenger side door and hop out. She turned and looked back at him and slid her hands over her breasts and said, "We can do this again, anytime you want. And it won't cost you a dime." She smiled, zipped up her jacket the rest of the way and shut the door.

Bobby sat in the back seat, in the dark. What the fuck have you done? he asked himself, what have you done? Jesus Christ, you are no better than your old man and your screw-up brother. This was worse, though, he was in love with Gleason. Oh God. He sat in the back with his hands over his face, hating himself.