Chapter 7

Dear Diary:

I was shocked. After waiting with bated breath for Freddy to show up, I walk into my apartment, which, at first, seemed strangely empty and quiet. Then, I noticed that the door to Josette's room was closed. I heard muffled sex sounds coming from the room; I knew she wouldn't mind if I walked in-given our past trysts. So I opened the door, and there she and Deke are with Freddy, having one big menage a trois. My conservative fianc', who claimed he'd only had sex with me, was eating out Josette as if it was his Last Supper. And Deke was astride Josette's face, feeding her his dick. I just stood gaping, wondering if and when they were going to notice me, but they were all so caught up in their sexcapade, they were oblivious to everything else.

Finally, I cleared my throat and dropped my dance bag noisily on the floor. Deke got this sheepish look on his face. Freddy stopped licking Josette's pussy, his face covered with her juices. He looked embarrassed, but not that embarrassed.

"We got tired of waiting for you, hon," Josette said. "Poor Freddy was sitting outside the carriage house for almost two hours, wondering where you were, if he had the right address and phone number.. .well, anyway, Deke and I arrived home, and I could tell from that clean-cut, Midwestern look this guy had that it must be Freddy. Poor fellow! Waiting all that time just for you. Well, we got to know each other a little better, as you can see. I hope you 're not angry. We didn't mean any harm."

Sally Ann was not a calculating bitch, but as soon as she saw the three of them fucking like insatiable sex maniacs, she realized it gave her the perfect opportunity to break off her engagement with Freddy. New York City had made her realize Freddy no longer had much to offer her-she told herself, with little conviction, that he wasn't that good of a lay. Anything to help Sally Ann sever her ties with him.

She stepped into the room and abruptly said to Freddy: "You're a son of a bitch. First, you don't even give me a warning that you're coming except for a telegram from Western Union telling me you're on your way to see me. I'm working a full-time job as a hostess and still trying to take dance classes so I can audition and not look like a klutz. Do you have any idea how much time and energy it takes to live in this city? And now, here you are, fucking with my roommates. You certainly make friends fast, Freddy!"

Josette looked crestfallen. "Honey, I didn't think this would upset you so or we'd never.. .I mean, when you and Deke and I-"

Sally Ann cut her off. She didn't want Freddy to know she'd done the same thing she was accusing him of doing now. All she knew was that she wanted out of the relationship with him, and this was the perfect excuse to end it.

"Freddy, we need to talk," Sally Ann said quietly. "There's a coffee shop downstairs on the corner. Get cleaned up and meet me there. I'll be waiting."

Tired from Vicky's dance class and their own sexual encounter, Sally Ann's "act" was convincing. She left the threesome and headed to the coffee shop.

"Well, I really fucked up," Freddy said after his former fiancee had left the apartment.

"At least let's finish what we started," Deke suggested. "Freddy, she's just pissed that you didn't give her more warning that you were coming. It'll all blow over, believe me."

"Yeah," Josette cut in. "Don't take what she said so seriously, hon. Right now, get back to business and keep sucking my clit."

She stuck a cum-coated finger in her cunt and shoved it under Freddy's nose.

"How can you turn an offer like that down?" inquired Deke.

And with that, the three resumed their positions, Josette deep-throating Deke's long dong, Freddy sucking Josette's inflamed clit. Her juices poured into his mouth like honey, and even with Deke's dick in her mouth, her up-thrust hips encouraged Freddy that he was doing exactly the right thing; any moment, she was going to pop and pop fast and furiously.

"Gonna cum, Josie," Deke warned Josette. "You've never given me head like this before, babe. My whole cock's down your gullet. I'm gonna.. . gonna.. . " And then he came, his dick so far down Josette's throat that she hardly had a chance to taste his thick nectar. Now, only Freddy had yet to get off.

"Sorry, I don't think I can cum," he said apologetically. "It's just that Sally Ann means so much to me, and what she said and all.. .I feel like shit-like I really hurt her. And she's waiting for me downstairs. Josette, it has nothing to do with you, really. Gosh, you're a hot fuck, it's just that my head is really confused. You won't be pissed off with me if I can't 'finish the job'?

"Don't be ridiculous, Freddy," Josette soothed. "Go take a cold shower and talk to Sally Ann. You gave me great head; maybe one day I'll get to feel you fuck me, too."

Freddy cleaned up quickly, not wanting to rile Sally Ann even more while she waited for him in the coffee shop. When he walked in, he looked flushed from sex. Sally Ann was sitting in a back booth with a cup of coffee and a Danish. "I was hungry," she explained, "and I didn't know if you'd finished what you'd started with Deke and Josette. I guess you did. You kept me waiting thirty minutes."

Freddy told her he felt so guilty when she "caught him in the act," that she couldn't cum with Josette, and just took a long, cold shower. "Honest, Sally Ann, we stopped having sex when we saw how much it affected you."

"Well, gee, thanks for being so considerate," she said bitterly.

"I just wanted to surprise you, baby. Since you've been gone, I've been so lonely. I thought you'd be happy to see me."

"Not to see you eating out my roommate," Sally Ann hissed. "Look, my life here is nothing like Dayton. I'm already making some important connections with people who I think will be able to help me with my career. In fact, I don't know if I'm going back to Ohio ever again. There simply aren't opportunities like there are here."

"But we'd agreed we were gonna settle down, get a house, have a couple of kids.. . " Freddy looked perplexed. "You've changed, Sally Ann. Just in the few months you've been here, you're a different girl than the girl I knew back home."

"Woman."

"What?'

"Woman, not 'girl.' Freddy you still see me as your high school steady. I'm not a child, and this experience of living in Manhattan has opened my eyes to what I really want to do with my life-and it's not having a little house with a white picket fence and kids under my feet."

"You used to love kids. We talked about someday having a family." The waitress came by to take Freddy's order. "Do you have an Alka Seltzer?" he inquired.

"Are you serious, sweetie? Not on the menu, but I got a couple in my purse-and I'll even give them to you on the house. What would you like to drink them with, plain water?"

"Just a Coke."

Sally Ann was beginning to empathize with Freddy's disappointment. But this was the best way to end it. "I'm sorry Freddy, but you can't stay with me tonight. I sleep on a futon in the main room; it's really only big enough for one, and I don't want to have to ward off your advances all night. Can't you see how tired I am? I need my rest, and this entire scene has left me stressed out and exhausted."

"I don't know where else to go," Freddy said dejectedly. I don't know anything about this city. And Deke and Josette said-"

"I don't care what Deke and Josette said," Sally Ann said, feeling her temper flare."

The waitress arrived with the Coke and the Alka Seltzer. "Hope it helps, sweetie," she said to Freddy. "Remember, things can always get worse."

"Thanks for the words of wisdom."

"Anytime, sweetie. Anytime."

Sally Ann sized her up as a hard-bitten New Yorker. Fortyish. Dyed blonde hair. Is that what she was going to ultimately turn out to be?

She sighed. "Okay, Freddy, you can stay the night. But that's it: the night-one night. Please respect what I'm trying to do with my life, even if you don't understand it."

"Well, I guess I'll be going back to Dayton earlier than I had planned," Freddy said. "And I guess what you're trying to tell me is that we're finished." He looked crushed. Sally Ann suddenly felt a surge of warmth for this man whom she'd dated exclusively from junior high school through her senior year at Evergreen High in Dayton.

"Look, it's getting late," Sally Ann said. "I need to sleep. Let's go back upstairs. If you wanna watch the tube, fine. But I'm going to bed. We're going to be sleeping almost on top of each other, but, Freddy, really, I'm too tired to fuck, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever." He looked really hurt, Sally Ann thought. She knew he still wanted her. Freddy was an attractive man, but she couldn't give in to an impulse. She had to sever the relationship; it wasn't fair to keep Freddy dangling.

They paid the bill and went back to the apartment. Josette and Deke were gone, and there was a note on the futon. "Went to see a movie with Deke. Have a good time. See you in the morning."

Sally Ann undressed quickly. She could still smell Vicky's scent on her, wondered if Freddy would, too. What a day!

Freddy undressed slowly, intentionally, to show off his body. "I've really been spending a lot of time at the gym," he bragged, popping his biceps, which looked like little baseballs, at Sally Ann. She'd always had a weakness for his Adonis-like physique, and she had to admit, he was more buffed now than she'd recalled from the last time she'd seen him.

But Sally Ann was adamant not to give in to her female urges. Nothing would get resolved if they fucked tonight. Finally, Freddy climbed into bed next to her. She was right; there was hardly room for two people to sleep comfortably. In order to fit into the bed, they had to sleep spoon-fashion. Freddy was pressed against Sally Ann's backside.

"Just don't get any ideas," she reminded him.

But it already was too late for Freddy. Sally Ann felt his erection against her ass.

"No, Freddy!"

"I can't help it, baby. I want you so badly. You know how you turn me on. Please, just once more.. .for old times' sake."

Sally Ann didn't reply, feigning sleep. Then, she suddenly felt his cock press against her cunt. She tried to squeeze her ass cheeks together, but he'd already made the initial penetration. Still, she said nothing. She was not going to let him know she still desired his body-and his cock.

Slowly, slowly, Freddy's cock wormed its way in and out. At first, he just plied her with the head. Then, he slipped, inch by inch, the rest of his reamer into her pussy as he felt it moisten.

"Oh, baby, I love fucking you so much," he said, reaching around her and pinching her now-hard nipples. Still, Sally Ann remained inert, determined not to verbalize her attraction to him.

Nonetheless, she involuntarily responded to the thrill of his fat dick up her now-dripping twat. Her ass pushed back to meet his thrusts. Still, she resolutely kept the moans of pleasure from escaping her lips. Freddy was his usual verbal self.

"Gosh, I love to fuck that cunt," he whispered in her ear. "You've got a slit like silk, Sally Ann. It just feels so smooth and hot inside. You have to admit, we always had good fucking sex."

He was searching for a response; she was not going to give him one. It pissed Freddy off that, even if this really was going to be their last night together, she refused to even acknowledge that she, too, was getting off.

He tried to turn her over. Freddy wanted to fuck her from on top, but Sally Ann would not be moved. Have it your own fucking way, then, Freddy thought, and his anger only made him fuck Sally Ann more determinedly. You want to be the bitch, I'll treat you like a bitch!

Freddy felt his climax building. Knowing he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer, he reached back around and found Sally Ann's G-spot. With his middle finger inserted in her pussy, playing with the notorious G, and his rhythmic thrusting, he knew she'd have to cum with him.

And she did, biting into the pillow to keep from crying out her pleasure. His own climax-which he'd saved just for her, rather than acquiesce to Josette-shook him like an earthquake.

"Oh, I'm cumming, baby. Cumming so hard inside your wet cunt. I'm getting off with you. Your juices and mine all mixed together. Can you believe how good it feels?"

His climax resolved, Freddy abruptly pulled out of the woman he'd once believed would be his wife and the mother of his children. He went into the bathroom. Sally Ann could hear water from the shower running, recalling the many showers she and Freddy once took together.

When he was finished and came out of the bathroom-his dick swinging back and forth victoriously-she quickly got up, intending to shower, as well. She was surprised when Freddy grabbed her by her wrists. "I know you don't want to tell me how much you enjoyed getting fucked by me, but a man can tell when a woman is getting off on his 'technique.' You got off; I got off. That just about says it all. And I don't give a fuck if you won't tell me how good it felt for you. Try as you might, Sally Ann, you won't see me flinch!"

Freddy released his grip.

Furious because she knew he was right, Sally Ann headed toward the bathroom. To her back, Freddy said, "And in case you've wondered, Josette's pussy tastes just as good as yours."

The words were intended to sting, and they did. Sally Ann turned on the shower as hot as she could stand it. The water was almost scalding, and when she stepped out of the bathtub, her skin was pink from the heat. But she wanted no trace of Freddy on her or in her. She came back into the living room, only to find Freddy fast asleep and sprawled across the futon. She elbowed him sharply, but he was far away in dreamland, and Sally Ann ended up having to push his meaty body to the far edge of the futon so she'd have a place to sleep.

But sleep eluded her all night. Sally Ann could not sleep with a man whose body was pressed tightly against hers-a man whom she wanted out of her life for good.

She was still awake when Deke and Josette came back from the movie, but feigned sleep, not wanting to talk to them about Freddy.

The next morning, Sally Ann felt like she'd had a hangover. Without sleep, she was useless. Freddy was still sleeping, but she had to go into the restaurant by ten to set up for the lunch crowd. She left a note for him: "I don't expect to see you here when I get off from work. Don't disappoint me. I wish you the best of luck, Sally Ann."

She knew it was an abrupt way to finalize their many years together, but she didn't want to give

Freddy an inch or she knew he'd take a mile. Obviously, the man wasn't ready to let her go. She didn't know what she'd do if she came home and he was still there; certainly, Josette and Deke didn't seem to mind having Freddy stay there.

Jean-Claude was already at Chez Pierre when she arrived.

"Have a nice weekend?" he inquired absently. "Not very restful."

Jean-Claude looked up from the day's reservation bookings. "Yes, you look a little haggard, if you don't mind me saying so. Anything I can do?"

Sally Ann had an urge to tell him about Freddy, then thought better of it. This was a man-proprietor of one of the best bistros in the city-dating Lilac Veracruz, an actress people paid good money to see at the movies. What would he care about a small town young man she'd once called her fianc'?

"No, but thanks for asking."

It turned out to be an unusually busy day for a Monday, usually Chez Pierre's slowest day of the week. And Sally Ann was so tired, she made several serious mistakes. For example, a gossip columnist, Eudora Pittman, who was a regular patron, fumed when Sally Ann sat her at a table near the door. Sally Ann had forgotten that Eudora always had her table in the rear of the room, the better to observe which celebrities were coming and going. Jean-Claude reprimanded her.

"Get it together, Sally Ann. And I mean get it together now!"

Somehow, she made it through the day and evening dinner crowd. When she got off work, she didn't know what to expect to find in her apartment. Please, God, let Freddy be gone, she prayed. I can't afford to lose this job.

She heard voices coming from the apartment as she ascended the stairs, thinking Freddy was still there. Her heart sank. But when she opened the door, it was only Josette and Deke, laughing at an old I Love Lucy episode.

"Is he.. . ? " she asked tentatively

"Gone like the wind, hon," Josette said. He packed his things shortly after you went to work and got a train back to Dayton. Seemed like such a nice guy. Sorry things didn't work out. Oh, yeah, he said to tell you he'd stay in touch."

The miserable feeling that she'd hurt a man who truly loved her overwhelmed Sally Ann. Had she made the wrong decision? Would she live to regret it? For all the glitz and glamour of New York, Sally Ann knew it was ultimately the simple things in life that really mattered. And now, she'd made it clear to Freddy that his sweet-natured simplicity was not enough to satisfy her.

She began to write in her diary, then gave up. Words escaped the emptiness she suddenly felt. Sally Ann realized she did love Freddy, and had deliberately set out to destroy the man who loved her as well. What kind of person was she turning into?

She slammed the diary closed and crawled onto the futon. Freddy's scent was still in the sheets. She ripped them off. I'll be damned if I lose another night's sleep over that man!