A Great Saturday, Indeed.
By
Sean M. Wood.
Copyright 2011 27th Dimension Publishing
Smashwords Edition, License Notes
This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
Author's Note
This story is pure fantasy and is intended only as such. All characters are purely fictitious and I hope the reader can enjoy the fantasy as it is intended.
Amber was really mad.
I mean, you have to be pretty mad at someone to be pacing around the apartment in the middle of the morning in a tanktop and no panties. I didn’t notice it until she walked through the living room to the bathroom grumbling something about ‘Goddamned hold music’. I was minding my business, playing a game on TV.
I’m not a dick. I swear. I pay attention to her, it’s just that it was Saturday, and I was giving her space to sleep late, and talk on the phone. It was like 10:30 in the morning. I was in my own little world running around in a maze dodging rocket launchers and hitting people in the head with a big-ass wrench.
I should clarify that she wasn’t mad at me. She was mad at the bank. Since it wasn’t my fault I figured I’d stay on my game. I mean…I wasn’t the one in trouble. So I went back to my mission of humiliating suckas in this game, when she came back out of the bathroom and I saw frustration in her eyes. I finally asked, “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“My fucking car payment bounced!” she said, just as the representative came back from the hold music she had been suffering through. They pick the worst times to come back to the phone, I swear. “No, I wasn’t talking to you….” She said to the rep that heard her. To alleviate her stress, I saw that she was brushing her teeth.
My eyes went wide. “Did someone steal your check card? Did you look in your purse?” She didn’t answer right away. She was listening to the rep rambling some excuse about customer service, and checking account activity, then he put her back on hold. Meanwhile in the game, some prick was trying to destroy one of my machine gun turrets. He learned the hard way not to mess with Daddy when I flanked him and gave him three shotgun blasts to the ribcage. I ‘m surgical with my tools, that’s all I’m saying.
Amber stopped brushing and mumbled, “No, I have my check card. I’m fine. I just don’t know what the fuck happened.” She scowled as her phone started singing elevator music to her again. She’s sexy when she is good and mad. She curses more. To me, that was sexy. It didn’t hurt that she was stomping around the apartment in a tank top with nothing else on, and that little round ass was peeking out at me while she lost herself in the violence on the tv screen.
For her sake, I resumed my entertainment. My badass little army tech went and reloaded from the supply depot in the base camp, and returned to add a missile launcher to the mini-gun turret. Someone was going to get their ass kicked. As I approached my battle station, sure enough, two guys rounded a corner and were unexpectedly blasted to bits. I heard her giggle, and we both smiled.
After a minute or so, she went back to the bathroom to spit out her toothpaste, and yes, I got a glimpse of her tight little muscled ass as she leaned down over the sink to spit. I positioned the couch and the TV in that apartment deliberately. It’s a hidden perk for having a live-in girlfriend.
Anyway, she comes back into the room as some guy on the other team disguised as one of my teammates tries to sneak attack me. He caught my wrench to the head, and was wiser for the experience. Amber came back into the room, and perched that warm little ass on my leg as she watched me amuse her with more violence. I was noticeably distracted. I was playing videogames on the couch, and my mostly-naked girlfriend was sitting on my leg. My Saturday was nearly perfect. All I needed was a beer.
“Yes, still here.” She said, as she resumed complaining about wherever her money was. I gave her a calming caress on her lower back and let my hand slide down toward her ass. What the rep said wasn’t good, as she shot up out of her seat unexpectedly, and ran back into the room to look feverishly through her mail. I was concerned, but not enough to not watch that little ass wiggle as she hurried down the hallway.
“What?” I said, sounding exactly like an oblivious jerk. Of course I got no reply. I had to turn off the game, and the TV as the mood turned serious. I did what any supportive boyfriend would do. I came to the bedroom door and this time, with feeling said, “…What?” again.
When I got to the bedroom, she was already looking online at the cable company’s website. “Turns out the cable company had a problem with their billing system, and billed me for 3 months at once.”
“Oh shit.” I said, supportively. She was off the phone at least, so I rubbed her shoulder as a means of encouragement. She hardly noticed I was touching her as she was too engrossed in finding this error. It took her about another minute to find it.
“Fucking Idiots!” She hissed, and snatched her phone back up, tapping in another number. I really did like hearing her use foul language. It’s not that she’s vulgar, it’s just unexpected from a woman with such a sexy voice to talk like that, so to me it’s extra sexy. Like hearing your local newscaster use the word ‘Fuck’ in context.
She sighed in frustration as the phone started ringing, and she noticed I was staring. “I’m fine, go back to playing your game, baby. I’ll be alright” she lied. I shook my head to say ‘No’ as I could see frustration welling up in her eyes.
I really hated seeing her suffer like that, so, I decided to do the only fair thing at the time; I had to molest her. She went back to staring at the account activity, and poked her account number into the phone. I heard the automated system tell her to please hold as she was transferred to another rep. A whole new kind of terrible elevator music flooded the phone as she moaned in frustration.
That’s when I slid my cock out of my gym shorts. She didn’t see what I was doing, which was even more amusing, especially since she was so pissed off. I gave it a couple of rubs, and let it firm up, then I stepped closer to her and rubbed the tip of my cock on her shoulder. She noticed, and laughed quietly asking me “What are you doing?”