Feisty Francesca

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#48 Comfort comes in strange forms

My front door open and closes, and I can hear someone whistling a tune.


I’m still on the kitchen floor, holding the General so close that he’s squirming, poor cat. I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting here. Hours, probably. The light outside has changed, and I’m pretty sure my back wouldn’t be this stiff if it had only been a little while. My eyes are dry, which is good I guess, but I feel emptier than I ever have before.

“Fluffy?” he calls out as he walks into the living room. “Where are you, you big fat-” He stops in his tracks when he sees me sitting there like the pathetic mess I am, my coat and shoes still on, my eyes red and swollen from crying. “Franny,” he breathes, dropping to his knees in front of me. “I didn’t know you were home. I came over to feed the General. What happened, baby?”

“James broke up with me,” I answer hoarsely.

He broke up with you?” Thomas asks incredulously. “Is he off his meds or something?”

I try to smile, but my mouth doesn’t seem able to make that movement anymore. “He doesn’t love me. Not really. Not like I love him.”

“Then he’s an idiot,” Thomas says fiercely, pulling me against him. “You’re best thing that ever happened to him, Fran. You’re the best thing that could happen to anyone. The best thing that ever happened to me, that’s for sure.” He kisses my forehead tenderly before pulling back. “Come on, let’s get you some tea and cookies or something.”

“Beer,” I say when he pulls me to my feet and takes off my coat. “I need beer. No, in fact, I think I still have a bottle of whisky somewhere.”

If James was with me now, he’d give me one of his disappointed looks and tell me that I shouldn’t drink my troubles away, but he’s not here. Thomas is. He merely nods, takes off my shoes for me, pushes me onto the couch and grabs the bottle of booze from my kitchen cabinet. He pours both of us a big glass before sitting down next to me, pulling me close.

I gulp down half of my drink and lean against Thomas with a sigh, happy that I’m not alone anymore. We sit on the couch in silence until he turns on the radio and we listen to music while we drink. He fills my glass back up when I’m finished with my first drink, and I down the second one even faster, happy that the buzz is numbing my pain.

“What happened?” Thomas asks softly, rubbing my arm.

“He wants to be on his own,” I say, rubbing my eyes with a sigh. “And he’s right. He should be. He’s got some issues he’s been working through and he’s in a much better place right now than when we met three and a half months ago, so I guess… I guess good for him or something? I just wish that me helping him become a better version of himself hadn’t ended up making him realize that he was with me for the wrong reasons.”

“Like I said, he’s an idiot,” Thomas grumbles.

“Yeah, well, he was my idiot.” I grab the bottle and take a swing, needing to kill the last of the pain threatening to take over my body. I just want to be numb right now. “Now I’m back at square one, all alone, with no idea what the fuck I’m doing.”

“You don’t have to be alone, Fran.” Thomas shifts so he’s facing me, touching my face in a gentle caress. “I know this is not the right timing, but I’d still love to take you out on that date we talked about. When you’re feeling better in a few weeks, I’m finally going to ask you out properly like I should have done three years ago.”

I don’t know how to react to that. I don’t want to be alone, but I also don’t want to make the same mistake James has been making for ten years now. I’m not going to jump into something with Thomas just because I’m hurt and broken. That’s not fair to either of us. Maybe in a few weeks. Maybe. I don’t know.

“I know,” Thomas whispers, smiling a little. “You don’t have to say anything. I get it. Just know that I’m here, okay? Even if you tell me no, I’m still your friend. I’ll always be there for you, with or without a chance of being more to you. I’m here.”

“Thanks,” I murmur, snuggling up to him with a sigh. “You’re a much better friend than I deserve.”

“True,” he says in a teasing tone. “I’m the best damn thing that ever happened to you.”

I laugh for the first time since James broke up with me hours ago, and it feels a little weird. I think I might be a little drunk.

“Tell me something,” I order Thomas, sitting up straight and looking at him in expectation while I take another swig of whisky.

“What?” he asks, frowning.

“Something to cheer me up.” I’m done with being all broody and sad. I’m drunk and I just want to smile again.

Thomas’ eyes sparkle and he pushes his hair out of his face, grinning wickedly. “I’ve got just the thing. Close your eyes.”

“Why?” I ask, a little suspicious when he gets up and stands in front of me, looking like he’s got some kind of trick up his sleeve that he’s been planning for a while now. “Are you drunk?” I ask, noticing that he seems a little off, just like me.

“Well duh,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I’m buzzed, yeah. We did just drink a whole lot of scotch, Fran. You’re not exactly sober either. Now close your eyes and let me cheer you up. I promise you will love this.”

“Okay,” I agree, squeezing my eyes shut.

I hear the sound of a zipper going down and I frown, still keeping my eyes shut. “Are you getting naked?” I ask, giggling at the idea.

“Yes,” Thomas says with a smile in his voice. “Just keep your eyes shut for another minute, Franny. I’ve got something to show you.”

“Thomas!” I exclaim, laughing. “This is so not the time to take your pants off!”

“Oh, but it is.” I hear the familiar sounds of clothes hitting the floor and then it’s silent again. “Okay, open your eyes, baby.”

I peek at him, gasping loudly at the sight of him. Right in front of me is his erect cock, looking different from all the other times I’ve seen it. He got it pierced.

“Wow,” I breathe, staring at the golden ring through the glans. I’m not sure what it’s called – a prince albert, I think, or maybe a reverse prince albert. It’s a different kind than James has, but it looks just as sexy, if not more so. My mouth waters at the sight of it.

“W-when, w-why?” I stammer, reaching out to touch it, shivering when that makes him grow even harder. Fuck, this is turning me on.

“I’ve been thinking about getting one for years,” Thomas confesses, letting out a grunt when I wrap my hand around his shaft. “When I found out that James has one, I figured: why not? So I went to my piercer and got one the day after we talked about it. I’ve been hoping you’d break up with the guy ever since, wanting to show you.”

“Fuck,” I say, knowing I’m on the verge of doing something monumentally stupid. “It looks amazing.”

“Do you just want to look at it, or do you want to feel it?” Thomas asks, looking at me like he already knows the answer. “I bet I can make you squirt with this thing rubbing against your G-spot when I fuck you.”

I moan at the thought and lean forward, taking his cock into my mouth. The piercing feels different than James’ one, and it takes me a moment to work around it with my teeth and lips. Thomas grabs my hair and guides my head back and forth, groaning at how good it feels.

“I missed you, Fran,” Thomas says in a seductive voice. “Now get naked so I can make you feel good.”

I let him slip out of my mouth with a moan and get up from the couch to undress. He yanks off my shirt while I step out of my jeans and panties. My bra comes off last, and Thomas pinches my nipples just the way I like it, reminding me of how well he knows my body after three years.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Thomas asks, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth while he slips two fingers inside of me.

“Yes,” I breathe, grabbing his cock to feel his piercing, growing wetter by the second. “Oh God, yes.”

“Then get on your hands and knees,” he orders me, turning me around and waiting for me to follow his orders. “Fuck, you look good like this, all wet and ready for me. I’ve been dreaming of this for months now, Fran, ever since our last time. All I want is to be balls deep inside of you and make you come so hard you don’t even remember your own name, let alone that of your fuck-up ex.”

I’m already too far gone to think about what he’s saying or stop to wonder if we’re being smart about this. To be honest, I don’t even care if I will regret this later. I need him inside of me. Now.

“Fuck me,” I plead, sticking my ass out while I lower my face to the floor, resting in on my arms. “Please, Thomas.”

“God, I love it when you beg,” he says, taking his position behind me, rubbing the tip of his penis against my clit. The piercing makes it feel even better than normal, and I let out a high-pitched shriek when I come, the orgasm taking over so unexpectedly that I can’t do anything but collapse to the floor.

He grabs my hips and pulls me back up, lining up the tip of his cock with my entrance and pushing into me slowly, taking his time to fill me up. I cry out with every inch that enters me, my body shaking at the feeling of him, the piercing, his hands digging into my skin… Fuck, I forgot how good Thomas is at this. He knows just how to drive me crazy.

“I’m going to make you see stars,” Thomas promises me, staying still inside of me for a moment while his fingers find my nipples, pinching and pulling at them like I’m an instrument he’s been studying to play his whole life.

And then he starts moving. He wasn’t kidding when he said his piercing would feel good inside of me. It rubs exactly the right spot, and I feel my walls tightening around him already, my entire body humming with pleasure. He twists my nipples while he trusts as deep into me as he can, pushing me right over the edge just like he was planning. I come with a loud cry, spasming around him.

Still, he’s not done with me.

He moves slowly and deliberately, bringing me close to an orgasm once again, in completely control of every single cell in my body. He moves a hand to rub my clit, slowly at first, then harder and harder, even pinching it a few times. My body shudders and my walls contract so hard it hurts. I’m so close to coming that I feel like I might pass out.

“Say my name,” Thomas orders. “Beg me to make you come, Francesca.”

Something about him saying my full name during sex makes me moan even louder. “I want to come, Thomas,” I say, not even caring that he’s turning me into a desperate pathetic mess, ready to do anything he wants. “Please, please make me come. You feel so good inside of me, Thomas.”

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, picking up the pace, his piercing rubbing against me G-spot so hard and fast while he keeps working on my clit at the same time, that I teel tears running down my face while I come. It’s a different kind of orgasm than before, more intense, somehow. I feel every single muscle down there spasm, forcing liquid out of me right before Thomas groans and shudders, releasing himself inside of me.

He delivered on his promises. He made me feel good and he made me squirt for the first time. It didn’t feel the way I thought it would, basically just a lot of wetness and a different kind of orgasm, not necessarily better, but fact is this was amazing sex. Absolutely toe-curling.

Then why do I suddenly feel so sad?

“Hmm,” Thomas murmurs while he pulls out and collapses on the floor, pulling me to his chest. “We should never stop doing this, Fran. Our bodies are obviously made for each other.”

I’m still crying, but no longer from the intensity of my orgasms. My body rocks with sobs, and all I can think about is James, telling me that he wants to be alone. That he doesn’t want me. That he’s not sure if he loves me or just the idea of love. That even though he thinks I’m amazing, he wants to work on himself more than he wants me in his life.

“Oh baby,” Thomas says softly, kissing away my tears. “I know. I know. It’ll be okay. I’m here.”

I hide my face against his shoulder and try to stop crying, but I just can’t. All the hurt spills out of me, and I stop fighting, letting Thomas rub my back while I bawl my eyes out.

“He’s an idiot,” he murmurs, holding me close. “I’m here now, Fran. We’ll be just fine.”

I’m not sure that’s true, and I know right then and there that I made a mistake sleeping with Thomas, no matter how good it feels. He wants me, but I’m too broken right now to be with anyone. I’ve only been single for a couple of hours and I’m already letting another man fuck me, begging him for it even.

I’m such a slut. What the fuck is wrong with me?

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