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He grabs hold of my wrists and raises them above my head. He holds them both in one hand, just like he did the last time we were together. He must like the control, plus the position pushes my tits out towards him. He makes the most of this by lowering his head and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.
His thrusts pick up pace as he continues to litter my chest and neck with kisses, sucks and bites.
I felt like I was on the edge of orgasm from the first stroke of his cock, but I can feel it building to extreme levels as he thrusts deeper and faster.
“Fuck, Fin…fuck,”
“Come, Connie, come on my cock,” he grunts into my neck.
I’m there, I feel like my body is just about to snap in half when the sensation of Fin’s cock twitching inside me hits something that makes me scream, literally scream.
I’m stopped from riding my high when I feel Fin pull out of me while shouting, “SHIT,” loudly into the room while pulling at his hair.
I watch as he paces the room for a bit, he’s fully dressed and I’m stood here naked with my clothes in a pile at my feet.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I’m going to Australia tomorrow for six months,” he says like I need reminding. "I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Fin, please,” I say stepping away from the wall hoping to stop his rant.
“No, Connie. That isn’t what I want, you aren’t what I want.” His words slam into my chest, it feels like the wind is knocked out of me. I slump back against the wall in defeat.
“You d-d-don’t m-m-m-ean that,” I stutter trying to contain my emotions.
“Yes I do,” he says with a strength that I can’t argue with. “I want someone…someone more mature, who knows themselves, you’re just too…”
“Immature?” I finish for him but it comes out as a question. How dare he accuse me of that, I’ve done more than anyone I know that’s under thirty, how dare he?
“Yeah, I want a woman, not a girl.”
I can’t help it, I reach forward and slap him as hard as I can across the face. His head snaps to the side with the force of it and his cheek glows red instantly.
His eyes are wild when he turns them back on me. “I’m sorry,” he mutters before turning and leaving the house.
I instantly burst out in fat ugly sobs because more than those harsh words I knew that would be the last time I would see him for at least six months and that he is going to leave me with that last memory of him.
I was still sobbing leant naked against the wall when I heard the door shut again. Knowing it would be Ruben, not Fin coming back to apologise, I quickly scooped up my clothes and ran for my room.
When I emerged sometime later it was obvious I had been crying and I had to try to convince Ruben it was because I was sad he was leaving for so long, he didn’t question me so I guess he believed me.
The next day after I said goodbye to Ruben in our parent’s kitchen, I refused to go to the airport with them because I thought it would be too hard but also because I didn’t want to see Fin, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at my dark blonde hair, it was long, hanging limply well past my shoulders. I looked at my make up free face then down to my nondescript leggings and t-shirt and I could sort of understand where Fin was coming from. I do look like a little girl compared to the women he brings home. I decided then and there to do something about it so that by the time he gets back I am the woman that he wants.
I asked customers with cool hair to recommend hairdressers and more than one recommended Altered Images in Oxford so I made myself an appointment for the following weekend and bought a few hair magazines to get some inspiration.
Before going to my appointment I went to Debenhams and let a girl at one of the cosmetics stands do my make up how she thought would suit me. I couldn’t believe it when she held the mirror up for me to look at myself. My skin was flawless, my eyes popped with the shadow and eyeliner around them and my red lips looked insane. I was instantly in love with my new look. What I didn’t love so much was the price tag that all the new products came with but I had the money stashed away for a rainy day. The first couple of years I didn’t see much of a profit from the coffee shop but that has changed recently and I’m now earning a good wage. Combine that with not doing much other than working and I’ve got quite a healthy bank account.
With my face looking like a million dollars I headed to the salon to get a hairstyle to match. It took a lot of discussion but eventually Shane, the stylist, and I agreed on an inverted bob and a headful of blonde highlights.
I felt like a totally new woman when I walked through my front door that evening. I felt better about myself that I have ever done. All I needed was to add some new items to my wardrobe and I was set.
A few weeks later after a long slow winters day in the coffee shop I decided to go to the cinema. I was quite happy going alone, it didn’t really bother me. Good job really because the only people I had to ask were my parents and I think I already spend way too much time with them than is normal for any twenty-five year old.
The incompetent, spotty teenager manning the ticket desk caused an epically long queue. Everyone waiting was beginning to complain about him along with the out of order do it yourself machines when I heard a slightly familiar voice behind me. When I looked over my shoulder Elliot was smiling down on me.
“Wow, Connie, I almost didn’t recognise you. You look good,” he said giving me his model worthy smile.
He was insanely tall and made me feel like a little mouse. He was in good shape but much more slender than Fin, and his hair was perfect unlike Fin’s messy blonde mop. My thoughts of Fin obviously showed on my face because Elliot instantly asked me if I was okay.
It turned out his blind date had stood him up. She was an idiot if you ask me because he was charming, sweet, considerate, nothing like I expected after the years of rivalry between him and Ruben. I was expecting him to be the biggest knobhead on the planet.
