Big Men of the House: 55 Book Story Bundle Box Set(199)

Jenny: Hey Kyle, are we still on for tonight?



My jaw hit the floor and I felt the blood in my veins freeze. My fingers were numb and I could barely hold the phone in my hand as I turned it around to show Kyle. "What the fuck is this? Who's Jenny?"



Kyle read the message and I could see the horror in his face. "Isabella, I have no idea. She must have sent it to the wrong number."



"You mean she meant to send it to a different Kyle?"



Kyle began to backtrack. "Oh I remember now. She was this girl in my Chem 101 class. She needed some help with her homework."



Kyle was never good at lying.



"You're a bastard," I said deeply. "Take me home now."



"Oh come on, Isabella. Nothing happened between her and I. Just let me explain."



I looked directly at him with no more love in my eyes. "Don't say another word, Kyle. Drive me home now."



Kyle stared at me a moment and then breathed in and out deeply. He took the car keys and started the truck engine. We drove home in silence and it took every effort to keep myself from crying. I wanted to show him how strong I was.



Kyle pulled up to my driveway and began to open his mouth. But I didn't want to hear a word he said. I quickly got out of the car and walked up to the front door. I didn't dare look behind me. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I could still hear his car running and I fumbled my keys out of my purse and jammed them into the lock.



       
         
       
        



I opened the door and slammed it behind me, not caring if I woke up my parents. My legs gave way and I fell to the ground with my back against the door. I put my head in my hands and let the tears flow. I loved Kyle so much and I wanted him to be my first. I couldn't believe that motherfucker cheated on me!



A light flicked on upstairs. "Isabella, are you all right?" my step stepdad asked, looking down at me.



Scott and my mom married a couple years ago and he was an okay guy. He was busy all the time but he treated my mother with respect which my real father never did.



I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up. "I'm okay," I choked out.



Scott looked back at me with a face of concern. He began to walk down the stairs and I stood up, sniffling the snot back into my nose.



"I'm all right, really."



"Just talk to me, Isabella. Come into the kitchen and I'll fix you some chocolate milk."



I followed Scott into the kitchen and he began to boil water. I sat down at the kitchen island, looking down at my folded hands.



"Tell me what happened." Scott opened up the cupboard and pulled out the chocolate powder.



I opened my mouth and the tears started back up again. I gulped them down and started my story. Scott listened with interest while he poured me a mug of piping hot chocolate milk. "Wait a moment, it might be a little hot."



I continued my story about Kyle cheating on me and blew on the boiling chocolate. Scott held my hand whenever I had a hard time finding the words. I sipped on the hot liquid that warmed me all over. I already felt a tiny bit better.



"That guy is an asshole," Scott said, looking me in the eyes. "He doesn't know what he's missing."



I smiled and brushed the hair out of my face. "Thank you, Scott."



"There's plenty of other guys out there that will treat you way better than Kyle ever did. I know breakups are hard but life goes on and you just need to power through it."



"That makes me feel better, Scott. Thanks." I blew on the hot liquid and drank some more. "I think I'm just going to go to sleep right now."



Scott kissed me on the forehead and I felt a tiny spark ignite between us. "I'm sure you'll feel a lot better in the morning," he told me.



I nodded and went to my room.





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I felt completely drained as I undressed and collapsed onto my bed. My mind was racing and I couldn't fall asleep. All I could picture when I closed my eyes was Kyle. Kyle undressing me. Kyle fucking me in the back of his truck. 



I wanted him so badly. I was ready to give up everything for him.



My hand slipped under the bed covers and reached my soaking wet panties. I felt my clit over my underwear and my back arched with pleasure. I rubbed my womanhood around as I imagined Kyle spreading my legs wide open. My brain was torn between hatred and love for Kyle. I didn't know what to do except to continue to touch myself. I knew I'd feel better after climaxing.



Then Scott popped into my head. All of the sudden my whole fantasy changed. I wasn't in Kyle's truck anymore. I was in my parent's bathroom and there was steam everywhere. Scott was in the shower behind the glass doors, washing his body with soap.