Submitting to Her(37)

"...just a co-worker..."

I could hear only traces of their voices, and it was mainly her voice I could hear from where I was, the whisper of the air conditioning masking the full details of their conversation. Brandon in particular was hard to distinguish because of the lower pitch of his voice.

"…God you look amazing, Zo…"

"…not so bad yourself…"

Zoey now hopped up on the bed and straddled him, wearing nothing but her little black skirt and little black top. She pulled herself up to kneel over his lap, her hands sliding over his shoulders as she ducked down to kiss his mouth.

I gasped. Brandon's hands moved gently to the back of her head as she kissed him with real affection. That caused me real hurt.

"...so good, so hard..."

They seemed great together - so natural, though it pained me seriously to accept it. Brandon stroked her hair out of her face, and Zoey now caressed the back of his head, pulling him up to her as they became passionate. I merely pouted in the darkness, wandering what Brandon had done to deserve the reward she was giving him.

Those little shoulder straps slipped aside, and her black top now slid down her stomach to reveal her bare breasts - no bra - so perky with nipples so dreadfully stiff.

He was turning her on. She loved it. Did she now hate me? Was I nothing to her?

Zoey was rocking gently back and forth, no doubt stirring her hot little pussy against Brandon's hideously hard cock, although he was still wearing his jeans. He sat up, hands holding her narrow waist as he clamped his lips over one of Zoey's hard nipples.

"...like that? You... more?..."

His hands slipped down to her butt now, pushing up her skirt to reveal smooth cheeks and a scandalously scanty black thong, almost a G-string. He had big hands, which now spread over her butt, coaxing her firm flesh, until she stopped him by forcing the removal of his shirt.

Big hands - I knew what that was supposed to signify. It seemed Brandon was perfectly selected to make me insanely jealous, to really drive home the misery. My stomach was tied up in knots.

He resumed kissing her breasts, and she brushed her long flowing cocoa locks back over her shoulder, out of the way. She fumbled to remove her skirt, lifting this leg and then that, with Brandon helping her to pull it over her thighs and round over her knees and calves. She kept her panties on, and even covered her breasts up again with that thin black top.

Oh, but there went the top as well, upwards, over her head.

And they were kissing again, hands gliding over each others' heads, making me wonder whether this was proof that my Zoey had nothing but contempt for me, and no plans other than to hurt me, to avenge herself.

Yet I so craved her, even now. I was considering whether there might be some way to signal to her that I was still keen to serve her, even if she did no longer wish to give me any rewards, kisses or otherwise.

"…oh shit…"

"…baby, you don't… waiting for this…"

God, she was sliding up and down on his lap as though using a rowing machine. I could tell he must have been hard, she must have been dry-humping his offensive weapon.

Then Zoey was fumbling with Brandon's belt, sliding her body down his legs, ducking to kiss his lower abdomen, just below that ridiculous washboard stomach that would have made any woman wet her underwear at a hundred paces. From the way she knelt over him, I couldn't quite see the monster, but as she slid down further, her pussy grinding into the rough denim covering his leg, suddenly there it was in her hands. Pale compared to the rest of him.

Actually smaller than I'd feared.

Oh, but it was there, in her hand and in her mouth. She was sucking another man's cock, right in front of me.

"…that's it… suck it, baby…"

I felt bile filling my stomach, sharp, ugly.

From where I sat, it appeared to take a while to get him up to full hardness. She was licking him, sucking him, taking his balls in her mouth. He stroked her hair, pulling it out of her face, and she seemed to be trying every trick in the book to coax him up into maximum stiffness. There was that irresistible hope building in me, that this wasn't going to work. After all this time, and all their history, these two were incompatible.

But, eventually, perhaps only slowed by alcohol, the beast was fully awakened.

"…Mmm… I've missed this…"

For a moment or two, she continued to please him with her mouth, pumping away with her hand while looking up at him, appearing intent on being his faithful servant. She was so different with him than she was with me - almost seemed like a different girl. Zoey was subservient to this guy in the way I was to her.

I was thinking it was about time Brandon returned the favor now, wasn't it? Like I was a director leading a porn shoot, I wanted to bark directions. Maybe I wanted to see a direct comparison - could he make her squirm like I could with my mouth? Part of me was hoping he couldn't, that it would clearly show I was still relevant to her, still had value for my beautiful Zoey. The other part of me hoped he could actually satisfy her sufficiently that she wouldn't feel the need to go further with him.