Pout

“The moon is not your girlfriend! I am your girlfriend!!!” She laughed as she pinned my wrists down and blew raspberries on my neck. I shrieked, “I’M FUCKING POLY MAX!!! AND I’VE LOVED THE MOON WAY LONGER THAN I’VE LOVED YOU!!!” She pulled back, aghast, eyes wide in fake disbelief. “She’s my primary! She’s been with me through so much!” I carried on as she snarked a little.

“Are you getting jealous of the moon, baby?” I asked her tenderly, kissing her face as she pouted for me, theatrically.

Later we were talking about women, she made some crack about her future hot Iranian wife, and how happy they’ll be together. I scoffed. She listed all of the reasons her wife would be perfect. Being monogamous was one of them. It stung, just a bit.

“I’m going to fuck your hot Iranian wife,” I smirked. She was quiet for a second. “I am. I’m gonna send you a picture of it while you’re at work, just to spite you for saying that.” She laughed. “My wife will be faithful,” she said confidently. “Ha! That’s what they all say,” I teased, and we both looked each other over for a moment. “I won’t fuck your wife,” I said softly, “I’ll just wanna fuck you,” my eyes lowered a little. This was too real all of a sudden.

“Maybe you will,” she said, “Maybe we still will, maybe I’ll call you when I’m bored and I want to cheat.” In one swift motion I grabbed the pillow, climbed on top of her and slammed it down over her face, smothering her while she kicked and laughed and struggled.

“What!?!?” She said when I finally let her breathe. “Oh yeah, what a great consolation prize,” I rolled my eyes, trying to find the right words for my too-big feelings, “maybe we can commit adultery when my perfect wife fails to meet my expectations. Ugh!” I threw the pillow across the bed, it fell on the floor. She tried to reassure me that it wouldn’t be me committing adultery, it would be her. I reminded her that since ETHICAL non-monogamy was my deal it didn’t really fit with my whole ethos. I sighed. “It’s okay, I wasn’t planning on cheating on my wife anyway,” she said squeezing my thigh. There was a heavy pause. “I mean...” I was treading lightly, “You just did. Like. Literally plan to cheat on your wife with me... Just now.” Her face looks sheepish, we both chuckle and she puts her arms around my neck.

Most of the conversation was on this tense-but-playful edge, poking at the sore spots and laughing it off. I don’t remember exactly what she said but eventually it went too far and it hurt. Something about her future, without me in it. Something about her wife, who doesn’t even exist yet. It was silly. We were teasing, joking about this hard thing, and then it hurt.

For a split second I pouted. A real genuine pout. Her face changed right away. She scooped me up in her arms and held me close, kissing my lips and searching my eyes. She said all of the reassuring things she could, and I let her. “It’s okay,” I smiled, a little forced, “I’m not upset. It was just a pout. You’ve seen me pout before.” She brushed my hair out of my face, “Yeah, but you were playing before. This time it was real. You looked sad.”

She was holding me tight, arms wrapped right around me, I didn’t respond, just looked into her green eyes. She kissed me, the softest wettest most loving kisses. I could feel both of us pulsing, slow and charged, an electrical current running straight to my cunt. I felt like crying and cumming at the same time, it was hard to breathe, this raw vibration pulling us closer. I wanted time to stand still so I could be hers for a hundred years, so it was simple.

I had to go home. It was so late. I drove through the city, hardly any cars around in the dark, stop lights deserted. The radio blared and warned me love was blind, but I was already impaired by the way her tongue tasted after she hurt me. The way I could feel her heartbeat in the back of my throat when she kissed me. The way I let her see me a little wounded, just for a minute. The moonlight guides me home.