WARNING: It is unlike anything I've written for you here before, and it's got sex. It pretty much takes place during sex. And there are swear words. The *F* word is in the first sentence. Plus, it's sort of uncomfortable. And please remember, it's fiction!!!
Okay, so here we go, for those of you willing to take the plunge:
Better Than Me~ Short Story
“If you don’t fucking move your body, I’m walking out of
here!”
He deserves better than me, and it hurts to know that. I was
moving my body before but he told me he didn’t’ like the way my boobs looked
when I did it that way, so I stopped. But now he’s pissed off because I’m
supposed to be moving—and I know that—but I don’t know exactly how.
I start to move my hands up his back and moan a bit. This
feels subtle, so it can't be too bad, and also it is movement. I hope this is is good. I’m trying not to be afraid of disappointing
him and so I look down at my breasts. I’m on my back and they just fall to the
sides, almost disappearing into my armpits. It looks ugly! So I lift my arms in
a position that kind of pushes them up, makes them look a little fuller. I
think he’ll like that.
He pushes roughly and I make a few more sounds, but when he
looks at my boobs I see he looks angry. God, I wish my nipples would perk up!
How could he like them when they look so deflated and uninterested?
“Turn over,” he tells me.
I know this means we’re almost finished, and I’m glad. I
hate not being able to please him, but I know he’ll get pleasure if I turn over and he
can picture something better, someone better.
He deserves that.
He’s so sexy. He always smells good and dresses in classy clothes. Every time we go out I see the girls stare, I
watch them hate me. He stares back of course, and even takes some of them home,
but he stays with me. He’s my boyfriend.
And I know that in some ways, I do deserve him.
I’m not a good cook, but I always make sure he’s fed and his
apartment is clean. When we go to the bars I dance for him and show his friends
my moves when he tells me to. He likes seeing them lust for me while I give
only to him.
I never drink because I know he wants to. And goodness knows
he deserves nights of fun on weekends. His bosses treat him like crap at his
job, which he hates anyway. Working as a waiter in a high class sushi place isn't exactly his dream, and yet he’s forced to serve people living his high class dreams while he just sucks it up.
He works every day though, because he wants to take care of
me. He wants to one day take me to these places and treat me like a queen!
And he doesn’t just work at that job either. He works also at
his dream. But his band—which is bloody awesome-isn’t going anywhere. Lord
knows it’s not his fault. I’ve never seen anyone work so hard for a dream, and
with so little help! He’s got both vision and talent.
When he sings, our bodies
drool!
His energy and voice dance their way into everyone’s libido,
men and women, and we just feel him!
But the guys in his band are lazy. Sure, they like to play,
but they don’t want to take risks. And like my boyfriend says, you can’t make
it if you don’t take risks.
Now I feel his hands on my hips as I reach to pinch my nipples.
I think when he’s done I’ll sit up and hold my arms close at my sides which
pushes my boobs together in a way that makes them look fuller. And my nipples
will be perky because I pinched them, so I’ll look sexy for him.
I feel him finish on me and carefully turn around, cautious
not to get any mess on his bedspread. Once I had to take it to the cleaners
because of letting it get stained when I went on my period in the middle of
sex. How stupid I am! He spent over a hundred dollars on the spread and it’s
classy!
“Start the shower, babe.” He says.
I could hardly afford the cleaners because I only work as a
dog walker. I love the job—there are so many kinds of dogs and they’re all
wonderful!—but it’s not a career. It’s not classy and I don’t make much money.
But, he loves me for who I am not my job, which is why I
love him so much.
It’s hard for me to show it because I don’t have much to
give. But I do show it in ways he sometimes notices. Like when I took his cover
to the cleaners, even though I couldn’t really afford it, he kissed me and told
me he loved me.
Or like the other night when we went to the bar. I didn’t
drink because he wanted to get drunk so I had to drive, but I didn’t mind. Well…
I have a really crappy car that he’s embarrassed to be in, but since he doesn’t
have a car at all we had to take mine and I felt bad about that. But he was
proud of me anyway, because I didn’t even have one drink. He started telling
all his friends how lucky he was to have me. He’s lucky?! He even told me to show
them my dance moves (which they’d already seen) and then to show them my boobs
(which they hadn’t). That made me feel sexy, but I was afraid too because what
if they didn’t like them? What if they told him he should get a new girl? Better
than me?
Luckily , his friends liked them and even wanted to touch
them. Some of the girls at the bar were calling me a slut and stuff, but I knew
they were just jealous. I knew because I’ve been the one watching when my
boyfriend touched other girls, and I hated them because I was jealous.
That’s okay, it’s how relationships work.
My friend, Janice, that night she told me I deserved someone
better. Me!! Oh, God, I laughed and laughed at that one! She called him abusive
which made me laugh harder and even call her stupid. He’s never once, the two
years we’ve been together, hit me or even threatened to hit me! He’s so sexy
and classy, he could have any girl he ever wanted, but he loves me.
I’m just a small girl from nowhere with nothing. And he
loves me.
Besides, Janice is gay and always had a crush on me so I
think she said that because she wanted me to be single again.
Although, I know I shouldn’t have laughed at her or called
her stupid, because she did look hurt. Which is why I kissed her and did those
things with her after. I felt like she really deserved someone better than me,
too.
As I’m getting in the shower with him now I smile to know
how lucky I am. So many people are kind and caring to me, even though they
deserve better.
I’ve just gotta keep doing what I can to make me worth their
time.
They deserve it.
