Golden Boy Cravings

There’s a moment that changes your whole life in a blink of an eye… “Ughh” “Ahh” “Mmmm” “Nghh” … that moment when you see something you shouldn’t have seen… “Ughh” “Ahh Cal” “Ahh!” “Nghhh” … and you can never unsee it or undo it. Cal, my Cal, sprawled naked on our bed, his muscular body all sweaty. Between his spread thighs kneels a stranger, a curvy brunette with full t**s bouncing as she rides on him. Her ass cheeks slap against his hips with every downward grind, swallowing his thick c*ck whole. “f**k, yes, Cal…harder!” she moans, arching her back to take him deeper, her fingers digging into his thighs for leverage. Cal’s hands grip her waist guiding her frantic bounces, his hips bucking up to meet her as he slammed into her. “You like that tight c*nt, don’t you? Better than hers?” I freeze in the doorway. He grunts, “s**t, yeah… ride me, you slut. She leans forward, bracing on the mattress. “Ahh, Cal…! I’m gonna c*m…fill me up!” Her body shudders. Cal flips her kneels behind, one hand wrap around her hair to yank her head back, the other slapping her ass hard enough to leave a pink handprint. “Take it all, b***h,” he snarls, driving deeper into her. She cries out, “Nghhh, yes! harder Cal….!” It’s that dream again. The one where I catch my boyfriend f*****g another woman. Night after night, it replays leaving me drenched in sweat and with a doubt that creeps in every time I look at Cal.  What if it’s not just a dream? What if next time, I walk in and it’s real? “Oh… how long was I asleep?” I blinked at the harsh light of the grill stall, my cheek sticky from the counter. The sizzle of pork belly filled the air. “My break’s over, time to get back to work.” I straightened up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, the weight of my breasts shifting under the stained apron. “There you are, Lori. I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” my boss called out, his voice thick and hoarse. “…Yes…” I turned to face him, unable to take my eyes off from the way his massive belly strained against his shirt, the buttons pulling taut like they might snap at any moment, barely containing the bulge of flesh beneath. He stepped closer, his gaze dropping shamelessly to my chest, tracing the curve of my breasts with a hunger that always made my skin crawl. “You were asking for an advance on this month’s pay, right?” He slid an envelope across the counter toward me, $1,000 inside. “…” “This should be a thousand dollars, just like you needed.” “Oh…” “I had to pull some strings to get the cash together so quickly, since you said it was urgent. Figured I owed it to you since you work so damn hard around here. And I hate seeing that pretty face of yours all worried.” “…Thank you so much, sir.” “By the way, you still chipping away at that debt? You know… the one you mentioned?” “Yes.” “And what about that boyfriend of yours? He finally land a job?” “Yes, but he’s still on probation, so the pay’s pretty low for now. But… it’s okay. We’re both working hard to pay it off.” “Well, that’s something. He better be putting in as much effort as his gorgeous girl here.” His eyes flicked down again, lingering a little too long on the swell of my breasts before meeting my gaze. “Don’t want to let you down.” “He’s trying, sir…” He stared at me then, his thick lips parting slightly as if words were bubbling up inside him but he was trying so hard to swallow them back down. “Alright, let’s get back to it. it’s almost closing time.” I nodded quickly and turned away, I could feel his stare boring into my back as I hurried off, my heart pounding with the need to put distance between us. The dining area was bustling now, chairs scraping, orders shouted across the room, plates clattering. I slipped behind the register, letting the noise drown out the unease i felt in my gut from that encounter with my boss. That’ll be two hundred dollars. Do you take contactless payment?” The man asked, his thumb tracing circles over his girlfriend’s knuckles across the table.  The machine beeps in confirmation. “Yes, you can tap right here on the reader.” I called out to the cook over the hiss of the sizzling grill. “Two more orders of pork belly!” “Coming right up!” She wiped her sweat slicked palms on her apron before darting back into the kitchen’s hurriedly. From where I stood at the register, I watched the young couple. The woman leaned in, the steam from their tabletop grill fogging her glasses as she placed the food in a plate. “Here you go. Enjoy.” She slides it towards him. “Make sure to eat too! You’ve been grilling the entire time.” His eyes crinkle at the corners. “Don’t worry,” she laughed heartily. “I’ve been sneaking bites here and there.” “Besides,” she adds, “just watching you eat makes me happy.” “Looks like I’ll have to feed you myself, then.” he pinches a morsel between metal chopsticks. “Open up!” His smile reaches his eyes as she leans forward. “Ahhhhh!” Her exaggerated mouth opening makes him giggle like a kid. Love like that- Cal and I had it once, that cheesy cliché kind of love you only see in movies. Back then, love alone was enough, it turned my drab, scraping-by existence into something that sparkles like the stars in the night. Watching them pulled me right back to those early days with Cal. Youth gives you that fire, the guts to dive headfirst into love, to trust it won’t shatter you. Not like now. I’ve grown old and faded past my prime… like our love.