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Jason was speechless as he stood there watching and listening to see what Chelsea’s was going to ask next. She stood there with a look of such disappointment and heartbreak that he knew he couldn’t talk his way out of this one. She looked at his overnight bag one more time then turned without a word and headed up the steps, pouring herself a glass of Champagne on the way up.
Chelsea drank the glass rather quickly hoping to lessen the twist in her gut she felt knowing that Jason had done exactly what he had promised her he wouldn’t while making her promise to do same. It was like a pact and she knew just by the look on his face that he broke it. It always scared Jason at how well she knew him, his habits, his ways and now he knows just how much. She needed time to think and the bottle of Champagne would be the best start of that process.
She was still upstairs late that night, hadn’t come down for supper so Jason made his way up to the bedroom only to find the door locked. He stood there for a moment then retreated back down to the couch for the night. He tossed his actions over and over in his mind about what had he done. If he only knew she would be home days early he could have waited. Now he knew that his selfish ways now has him alone and sleeping on the couch, that his little trip across the state wasn’t worth what he lost. Jason tossed all night trying to sort out what to do next, how to hold on to her before she slipped too far from his grasp. He wanted her and needed her but now he wasn’t sure if she would forgive him enough to give him a second chance. He knew though, that he didn’t deserve one.
When Chelsea came down in the morning Jason was no where to be found so she got ready and headed out for her day wondering how she would react the next time she saw him. She knew she wanted him. Sex with the two of them was out of this world but could she ever trust him again was the question. When he would hold her and start caressing her breasts her body would cry out for more and she would succum to the demands of his hands. As he would lay her so gently on the bed then plant soft kisses on her nipples as he reached down to find her pussy already wet and begging for his playful fingers. Or when he would take her from behind as she propped herself so willingly on her knees at the edge of the bed, her juices would flow allowing him so slide in so easily, they were a perfect fit… so she thought. Shaking those images from her mind not wanting them to influence how angry she was at him right now.
Jason meanwhile that day was trying to work on a plan to get her back in his arms again. He needed to feel her close and to feel her wet pussy wrapped around his hard cock because she felt like no other. He wished he could take back that night make it never happen but he couldn’t and now he might have lost his chance for a life of the hottest sex he ever had to continue.
Jason called her the next morning with no one answering the other end so he kept tryint throughout the day at her office and had no luck reaching her there either. He knew now that he had to come up with something soon or it will be too late for them.
What was Jason going to do now?
ATTENTION READERS... Let's have some fun with the ending of this story!!
I know how this story SHOULD end  DO YOU? Post your comments or a paragraph or 2 (even more if you like_ with ideas about what Chelsea should do.. or .. what Jason should do. Add your twist or change the way this plot is going!! Come on readers.. let's have some fun with this..
Amber
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