Men and Mascara (story)

       She stood in her living room knowing he would soon be there to chase away her loneliness.
 She had been dating Tommy for years now since they where both sixteen. They where now 21 and she was so sure they would one day get married she loved him so much. He was her world.
She heard the key turn in the lock and got up to meet the love of her life at the door. It had been several days since she had seen him he had been on a business trip. He was a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed god of a man.

“Hey babe.” he said as she wrapped her arms around him hugging him close. God she had missed him.

“Hey honey, how was your trip?”: She asked.

“Fine.” she noticed his responses where rather short and curt but said nothing instead she stood on her tippy toes and kissed him with all the passion that had been building since the minute he walked out that door days ago for business.

The kiss was passionate with there tongues fighting each other both trying to take control. His hands went around her small fragile waist. She was about 5'6 with hair black as the darkest part of night and grey eyes that could capture a soul, with long dark eye lashes and full pink lips , firm full breast and wide hips, legs that went on and on and on she was beautiful.

Slowly she backed up dragging him towards the bed room. Unbuttoning his shirt as they moved, by the time they made it to the bed he had already lost his shirt, shoes, socks and his belt. She had already lost her top and her skirt and her bra and was standing in just her panties.

She went up to him and unbuttoned his jeans feeling his already straining cock bulging against her hand. He pushed her back against the bed in one swift motion and had her panties off before she could take her next breath. Then his mouth was on her breast causing her to writhe beneath him, squirming relentlessly against his ever hardening hard on. Causing him to moan loudly in an animal like manner.

She felt as his long fingers sunk inside her wet cavern all her nerve endings on the edge she was about to shatter and her world was beginning to spin just when she thought she would faint from the intense pleasure he entered her. He was harder then the hardest rock. The weight of him inside of her was to much for her to handle and she exploded screaming as ecstacy overtook her causing her to see stars she floated in this wonderful land of pleasure as she felt him explode inside her causing him to cry out in a growl she had never heard before.

As he got up she wondered where he could be going at this time of night.

“Where are you off to baby?”

“Ab’s im sorry but I think we should take a break. We’ve never really dated anyone but each other and I think its time we at least tried to see other people.?”

She didn’t say anything for the longest time unsure what to say.

“Tommy I think you should leave.” tears in her voice and her mascara beginning to streak down her face as the flood of tears broke.”

“NO, Ab’s baby please don’t cry please don’t.”

“DO NOT CALL ME AB’S MY NAME IS ABBY> YOUR LEAVING YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO CALL ME AB’S ANYMORE. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, AND DON’T COME BACK WHEN YOUR FLING DOESN’T WORK OUT TOMMY BECAUSE I DON’T NEED YOU AND I WONT TAKE YOU BACK IF YOU WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR TONIGHT!!!”

“Im sorry Abby but I have to I love you I do but I have to know what’s out there before I do anything life changing like getting married or having a family..”

“Get out.” she whispered her heart breaking into millions of fragmented pieces she knew she could never put back together but she wanted him out before she really broke down.

“Abby...”

She got up and walked to the bathroom locking him out before he could say another word she didn’t move until she heard him leave as soon as she heard the door shut she began crying harder then ever. She cried for several hours. Making herself sick in the process.

When finally she could get up off the floor she stared at the mirror.

She looked up towards heaven where she knew her mom was and said” Well mom looks like you where right...The thing about men and mascara is they always run.” she sighed and began washing her face cleaning up the mess her tears and mascara  had made .