24-12-2018, 03:47 PM
Life After We Pt. 10
[Author's note: Life After We concludes with the next chapter.]
Mike woke to a gentle shake on his shoulder. When he opened his eyes he saw Jen looking down at him.
"Hi sleepyhead," she said with a smile. "I've got to run."
"Okay," Mike said with a smile back. He saw she was already dressed, looking beautiful as always.
"I liked last night," she said. "Sorry about getting all emotional."
"That's okay," Mike said, still not sure why she cried.
"You have fun?" she asked.
"... yeah," he said after a moment's hesitation. He knew he probably sounded unsure, but so much had happened. He was still processing it all.
Jen noticed his hesitation and gave a slow nod. Sadness and regret came over her face, but she quickly replaced it with a smile. "My meeting goes through lunch. Maybe after we can talk."
"I'd like that," Mike said.
After Jen left, Mike thought about last night. He sensed things were coming to an end. It'd been the same way with Ricky, Scott, Tom and Drums. Eventually Jen told each of them it was over. Was that what Jen wanted to talk about? Tell him it'd been fun, but it was over now?
Maybe that was why she cried last night, because she knew their relationship was about to end. He wondered if Jen cried when she broke up with her other "boyfriends." Scott and Tom were here, he could ask them. Of course that was a crazy thought.
A gut instinct told Mike to look around Jen's room. It didn't take long before he found the manila envelope. The envelope was open. He pulled out the papers inside. He went numb seeing they were divorce papers. He also saw a report from a real estate agent, summarizing offers made on the loft apartment.
Mike stared at the papers a long time. Then he needed air, suddenly feeling the walls closing in on him. He went out onto Jen's balcony (like their rooms, his balcony connected with hers). Sitting down, he stared at the papers again.
Jen had taken care of everything. Their divorce and sale of the loft apartment, all in one tidy neat package. Probably she was going to ask him to sign when they spoke later today.
And last night? And tonight, going with her to the tattoo parlor? Both were last vestiges of their game. Thrilling ... but sad too. Now he understood why she cried last night.
Did he still want to go to the tattoo parlor with her tonight? He knew that would be another exciting experience, a thrilling ride of cuckold lust. But no, he no longer wanted to go. In fact, he decided to catch a plane home after they spoke later today.
Their game wasn't healthy. It certainly wasn't for him. It was going to end up breaking his heart. In fact, holding the divorce papers, the end of their relationship so imminent, his heart was already broken.
Jen's firm had breakfast together at the Venetian's buffet, then they walked to the meeting room via the casino (like many hotels in Vegas, you had to go through the casino to get anywhere).
She ran into her friend Emily, the Venetian casino waitress. She was working the early shift, dressed as yesterday in a black bustier, leather short shorts and nude, opaque pantyhose, along with black high heels.
"Can I ask you something?" Emily asked, pulling Jen aside. "Do you know if Mike's busy today?"
"Mike? Oh right, you want his autograph," Jen said remembering their conversation yesterday.
"Yeah, but ..." Emily began. She gave Jen a conspiratorial smile. "I actually want to ask him out."
"Oh," Jen said surprised.
"I so admire what he did, he's a hero," Emily gushed with a big smile. She giggled and added "He's really cute too."
"Um ..." Jen sputtered.
Emily's smile disappeared as she looked at Jen's face. "Oh," she said surprised. "You still love him."
"What? No," Jen sputtered. "I've got a boyfriend."
"But you still love Mike?" Emily said seeing the expression on Jen's face. Emily's words were part question, part statement.
Jen didn't answer. Things were confusing. She didn't know what to say.
Jen was distracted during the morning meetings. Gia had clearly enjoyed the sex with Mike last night. That bothered her. She was even more bothered by Emily's interest in him.
Throughout their relationship, she'd always had the upper hand because of her pretty looks and popularity. Men pursued her all the time, she was in high demand. They wanted her, not caring about the wedding ring on her left hand.
While Mike was cute, most of his appeal was on the inside. While she knew how amazing a catch he was, she didn't have to worry about other girls trying to take him away from her.
All that gave her an edge in their relationship. Mike put her on a pedestal, it was like he was always courting her. She liked that, it fed into her ego, and also alleviated her insecurities. On the other hand, well ... sometimes she took Mike for granted. She knew he'd always be there, chasing after her, and she didn't have to worry about other girls trying to take him away.
But things had changed. It was that way with men. As they got older, their charms became more apparent. Sure, men like Scott and Frankie were handsome and great lovers. But their appeal was on the surface, there wasn't much underneath. They didn't have Mike's depth, his intelligence, his integrity and sensitivity, his bravery. She knew the fact he was also modest and shy made him irresistible to a lot of girls.
Gia and Emily were both really pretty. Jasmine was gorgeous. Deep down – and you didn't have to go that deep – Jen was an extremely insecure, jealous person. The fact these beautiful girls all wanted Mike really bothered her.
Did it matter though? Not only did Jasmine want Mike, she had him. Mike was hers. That thought – that Mike belonged to another girl – really upset Jen.
But she had Clint right? She knew he would be a good husband and father for Anna. They had a lot in common, they were sexually compatible. He was a pushy jerk sometimes, but she was attracted to that. And Clint didn't upset her like Mike, she didn't mind he slept with other girls. Mike was drama, Clint wasn't. Wouldn't she be happier with Clint?
Mike with Jasmine, her with Clint. They could still be friends. They had Anna after all.
She felt herself tearing up. "Get a hold of yourself!" she silently chastised herself. She wiped away a tear and did her best to pull herself together. It was bad enough she cried last night with Mike, she didn't want to cry in front of all her co-workers.
Mid-afternoon as the meeting wound down, Jen texted Mike "Meet V Bar in 30?"
Almost immediately Mike texted back "k".
Thirty minutes later at the Venetian's V Bar, Mike watched as Jen approached. She looked beautiful and sexy in a body hugging top and skirt. The skirt was short and showed off a lot of her legs. She wore hose and high heels too. Jen had stopped by the room to freshen up, so her hair and makeup were perfect. She looked achingly hot.
He noticed she wasn't carrying the yellow manila envelope. He didn't know what to make of that.
Mike rose to greet Jen. "Hi," he said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi," she said smiling cautiously at him. They sat down in a booth and ordered drinks.
"Have fun today?" she asked.
"Just hung out," he said with a shrug. "I'm thinking about catching a flight home tonight."
"Oh," Jen said looking disappointed. "You don't want to go to the tattoo parlor with me?"
Mike was about to say no, but god she looked so beautiful! Keeping his options open, he said "Maybe, the plane doesn't leave until 11 tonight."
"Okay," Jen said, still feeling deflated. They were both silent.
Finally Mike said "You wanted to talk?"
"Yeah," Jen said. "Don't you think we should?"
"Yeah, I do," Mike said. There were still so many questions, so many things still unsaid. But where to start?
"You go first," Jen said as their drinks arrived.
"Okay," Mike said with a laugh. He got serious as he sipped his scotch. After a moment he said "I guess I'd like to know more about what happened with Drums."
Jen nodded slowly. "You know I broke up with him before Colin's party at Penn State," she began. Mike nodded. "I guess I still had feelings for him, but it's always that way. For me it was over. Not just Frankie but the game. We were planning to move to State College, start a family, remember?" Mike nodded again.
"The government arrested you," Jen continued. "No one knew where you were. They wouldn't even let Sam talk to you. Sam said they could hold you for years if they wanted. I freaked. I mean ... I freaked. Frankie was there, like, right after you got arrested he was there. I still had feelings for him. Not love, but ... feelings. He was a comfort."
Jen was quiet for a moment. Then she continued. "I told myself it was the game. Remember, you said I could see other men? Not Frankie though. But I thought, I mean ... like how me with Scott turns you on so much. Me with Colin. Like a rivals thing. I thought it'd excite you, me with Frankie. You'd be upset, I knew that. But I thought you'd be more turned on, and since I didn't love Frankie, you wouldn't be too mad. That's what I thought. And ... I needed him. Not forever, just right then. So much was going on all at the same time. You, Joe, Memphis. Frankie was like, a distraction, he helped me forget for a little while."
"You mean, when you had sex?" Mike gently prompted.
"... yeah," Jen admitted after a moment, looking down shamefaced.
"You had unprotected sex?" Mike asked, referring to her pregnancy.
"Just once," Jen said. Then wanting to come completely clean, she admitted "I didn't always make him use a condom." She added with a self-reproachful laugh, "I'm a slut right?" She looked down again, ashamed. She said "I never let him cum inside though. Except once."
"Was it an accident?"
"I don't know," Jen admitted sheepishly. "It was the day we won the Memphis account. Everyone went out to celebrate. I didn't go, I was too upset about you. I know it sounds weird, that it happened because I was upset about you, but ... I got drunk, high with Frankie. We had sex, he came inside me. It was the only time."
Mike nodded, thinking about Jen's words. Part of him wanted more details, the other part didn't.
"Are you okay?" Jen asked. She saw excitement on his face. She knew it was impossible for him not to get aroused by this talk. But she also knew he felt conflicted, his excitement mixed with pain.
[Author's note: Life After We concludes with the next chapter.]
Mike woke to a gentle shake on his shoulder. When he opened his eyes he saw Jen looking down at him.
"Hi sleepyhead," she said with a smile. "I've got to run."
"Okay," Mike said with a smile back. He saw she was already dressed, looking beautiful as always.
"I liked last night," she said. "Sorry about getting all emotional."
"That's okay," Mike said, still not sure why she cried.
"You have fun?" she asked.
"... yeah," he said after a moment's hesitation. He knew he probably sounded unsure, but so much had happened. He was still processing it all.
Jen noticed his hesitation and gave a slow nod. Sadness and regret came over her face, but she quickly replaced it with a smile. "My meeting goes through lunch. Maybe after we can talk."
"I'd like that," Mike said.
After Jen left, Mike thought about last night. He sensed things were coming to an end. It'd been the same way with Ricky, Scott, Tom and Drums. Eventually Jen told each of them it was over. Was that what Jen wanted to talk about? Tell him it'd been fun, but it was over now?
Maybe that was why she cried last night, because she knew their relationship was about to end. He wondered if Jen cried when she broke up with her other "boyfriends." Scott and Tom were here, he could ask them. Of course that was a crazy thought.
A gut instinct told Mike to look around Jen's room. It didn't take long before he found the manila envelope. The envelope was open. He pulled out the papers inside. He went numb seeing they were divorce papers. He also saw a report from a real estate agent, summarizing offers made on the loft apartment.
Mike stared at the papers a long time. Then he needed air, suddenly feeling the walls closing in on him. He went out onto Jen's balcony (like their rooms, his balcony connected with hers). Sitting down, he stared at the papers again.
Jen had taken care of everything. Their divorce and sale of the loft apartment, all in one tidy neat package. Probably she was going to ask him to sign when they spoke later today.
And last night? And tonight, going with her to the tattoo parlor? Both were last vestiges of their game. Thrilling ... but sad too. Now he understood why she cried last night.
Did he still want to go to the tattoo parlor with her tonight? He knew that would be another exciting experience, a thrilling ride of cuckold lust. But no, he no longer wanted to go. In fact, he decided to catch a plane home after they spoke later today.
Their game wasn't healthy. It certainly wasn't for him. It was going to end up breaking his heart. In fact, holding the divorce papers, the end of their relationship so imminent, his heart was already broken.
Jen's firm had breakfast together at the Venetian's buffet, then they walked to the meeting room via the casino (like many hotels in Vegas, you had to go through the casino to get anywhere).
She ran into her friend Emily, the Venetian casino waitress. She was working the early shift, dressed as yesterday in a black bustier, leather short shorts and nude, opaque pantyhose, along with black high heels.
"Can I ask you something?" Emily asked, pulling Jen aside. "Do you know if Mike's busy today?"
"Mike? Oh right, you want his autograph," Jen said remembering their conversation yesterday.
"Yeah, but ..." Emily began. She gave Jen a conspiratorial smile. "I actually want to ask him out."
"Oh," Jen said surprised.
"I so admire what he did, he's a hero," Emily gushed with a big smile. She giggled and added "He's really cute too."
"Um ..." Jen sputtered.
Emily's smile disappeared as she looked at Jen's face. "Oh," she said surprised. "You still love him."
"What? No," Jen sputtered. "I've got a boyfriend."
"But you still love Mike?" Emily said seeing the expression on Jen's face. Emily's words were part question, part statement.
Jen didn't answer. Things were confusing. She didn't know what to say.
Jen was distracted during the morning meetings. Gia had clearly enjoyed the sex with Mike last night. That bothered her. She was even more bothered by Emily's interest in him.
Throughout their relationship, she'd always had the upper hand because of her pretty looks and popularity. Men pursued her all the time, she was in high demand. They wanted her, not caring about the wedding ring on her left hand.
While Mike was cute, most of his appeal was on the inside. While she knew how amazing a catch he was, she didn't have to worry about other girls trying to take him away from her.
All that gave her an edge in their relationship. Mike put her on a pedestal, it was like he was always courting her. She liked that, it fed into her ego, and also alleviated her insecurities. On the other hand, well ... sometimes she took Mike for granted. She knew he'd always be there, chasing after her, and she didn't have to worry about other girls trying to take him away.
But things had changed. It was that way with men. As they got older, their charms became more apparent. Sure, men like Scott and Frankie were handsome and great lovers. But their appeal was on the surface, there wasn't much underneath. They didn't have Mike's depth, his intelligence, his integrity and sensitivity, his bravery. She knew the fact he was also modest and shy made him irresistible to a lot of girls.
Gia and Emily were both really pretty. Jasmine was gorgeous. Deep down – and you didn't have to go that deep – Jen was an extremely insecure, jealous person. The fact these beautiful girls all wanted Mike really bothered her.
Did it matter though? Not only did Jasmine want Mike, she had him. Mike was hers. That thought – that Mike belonged to another girl – really upset Jen.
But she had Clint right? She knew he would be a good husband and father for Anna. They had a lot in common, they were sexually compatible. He was a pushy jerk sometimes, but she was attracted to that. And Clint didn't upset her like Mike, she didn't mind he slept with other girls. Mike was drama, Clint wasn't. Wouldn't she be happier with Clint?
Mike with Jasmine, her with Clint. They could still be friends. They had Anna after all.
She felt herself tearing up. "Get a hold of yourself!" she silently chastised herself. She wiped away a tear and did her best to pull herself together. It was bad enough she cried last night with Mike, she didn't want to cry in front of all her co-workers.
Mid-afternoon as the meeting wound down, Jen texted Mike "Meet V Bar in 30?"
Almost immediately Mike texted back "k".
Thirty minutes later at the Venetian's V Bar, Mike watched as Jen approached. She looked beautiful and sexy in a body hugging top and skirt. The skirt was short and showed off a lot of her legs. She wore hose and high heels too. Jen had stopped by the room to freshen up, so her hair and makeup were perfect. She looked achingly hot.
He noticed she wasn't carrying the yellow manila envelope. He didn't know what to make of that.
Mike rose to greet Jen. "Hi," he said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi," she said smiling cautiously at him. They sat down in a booth and ordered drinks.
"Have fun today?" she asked.
"Just hung out," he said with a shrug. "I'm thinking about catching a flight home tonight."
"Oh," Jen said looking disappointed. "You don't want to go to the tattoo parlor with me?"
Mike was about to say no, but god she looked so beautiful! Keeping his options open, he said "Maybe, the plane doesn't leave until 11 tonight."
"Okay," Jen said, still feeling deflated. They were both silent.
Finally Mike said "You wanted to talk?"
"Yeah," Jen said. "Don't you think we should?"
"Yeah, I do," Mike said. There were still so many questions, so many things still unsaid. But where to start?
"You go first," Jen said as their drinks arrived.
"Okay," Mike said with a laugh. He got serious as he sipped his scotch. After a moment he said "I guess I'd like to know more about what happened with Drums."
Jen nodded slowly. "You know I broke up with him before Colin's party at Penn State," she began. Mike nodded. "I guess I still had feelings for him, but it's always that way. For me it was over. Not just Frankie but the game. We were planning to move to State College, start a family, remember?" Mike nodded again.
"The government arrested you," Jen continued. "No one knew where you were. They wouldn't even let Sam talk to you. Sam said they could hold you for years if they wanted. I freaked. I mean ... I freaked. Frankie was there, like, right after you got arrested he was there. I still had feelings for him. Not love, but ... feelings. He was a comfort."
Jen was quiet for a moment. Then she continued. "I told myself it was the game. Remember, you said I could see other men? Not Frankie though. But I thought, I mean ... like how me with Scott turns you on so much. Me with Colin. Like a rivals thing. I thought it'd excite you, me with Frankie. You'd be upset, I knew that. But I thought you'd be more turned on, and since I didn't love Frankie, you wouldn't be too mad. That's what I thought. And ... I needed him. Not forever, just right then. So much was going on all at the same time. You, Joe, Memphis. Frankie was like, a distraction, he helped me forget for a little while."
"You mean, when you had sex?" Mike gently prompted.
"... yeah," Jen admitted after a moment, looking down shamefaced.
"You had unprotected sex?" Mike asked, referring to her pregnancy.
"Just once," Jen said. Then wanting to come completely clean, she admitted "I didn't always make him use a condom." She added with a self-reproachful laugh, "I'm a slut right?" She looked down again, ashamed. She said "I never let him cum inside though. Except once."
"Was it an accident?"
"I don't know," Jen admitted sheepishly. "It was the day we won the Memphis account. Everyone went out to celebrate. I didn't go, I was too upset about you. I know it sounds weird, that it happened because I was upset about you, but ... I got drunk, high with Frankie. We had sex, he came inside me. It was the only time."
Mike nodded, thinking about Jen's words. Part of him wanted more details, the other part didn't.
"Are you okay?" Jen asked. She saw excitement on his face. She knew it was impossible for him not to get aroused by this talk. But she also knew he felt conflicted, his excitement mixed with pain.
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