The Prince and the Frog

Making A Mistake

Lynn:

As I made my way down stairs I half expected Peter to be gone,  instead I found him sitting in the middle of my living room floor crossed legged looking at directions, with a bunch of dissembled furniture surrounding him. I took this opportunity to study him a bit more, his face held a frustrated look as he skimmed over the directions to assemble my end table. He was wearing form fitted black Nike joggers and a plain grey muscle shirt that showed off his perfectly sculpted arms. I didn’t notice before he had his whole sleeve covered in tattoos. I was far enough where I couldn’t exactly make it out, but it looked like tribal. He still had the same black hair but it was no longer spiking or full of gel, it was now short and neat. He looked different but somehow still the same. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what else could have change?

“Are you going to help or just stand there ogling me?” Peter asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

Snapping my attention to him I saw he was now staring at me with a smug smile on his stupid face. Rolling my eyes, I finished my descent down the stairs and made my way across the room to him and sat down. He still had the smug look on his face, which I choose to ignore while I reached for the directions in his hand, forcing myself to study on the directions. s**t I really need to get this done today or I will have them in boxes for months.

“What part are you stuck on Peter?” I asked while looking at the half-finished end table. Wasn’t fixing things like in a man’s DNA? What the f**k was taking him so long? I was upstairs for almost an hour and her barely put half of an end table together. Realizing he hadn’t answered me I looked up to find him already staring at me. I could see his features clearer now and I was not disappointed. He aged but not in a bad way, his eyebrows where clean and he had a little stubble around his chin giving him a 5’o clock shadow. 

I didn’t realize my hand was already lifted, heading straight for his cheek. I stopped just before I made contacted and saw Peter slightly frown as if disappointed I didn’t do it. Clearing my throat, I jerked my hand away and sat up straight, “What’s the matter with you? Why are you staring at me like that?” I asked, while crossing my arms. 

A smile formed on his face before he answered me, “You called me Peter.” 

“Yeah, that is your name isn’t it?” I looked at him curiosity.

“Since you’ve been home you’ve only called me Campos.” He shrugged. “You only call me Campos when you are upset or pissed at me.”

I thought for a minute before I answered him, “Well maybe I have nothing to be pissed at you for.”

He looked at me questionably, as if he didn’t understand what I meant. “Maybe I figure out me being angry is no longer worth the effort.” I stated simply, keeping eye contact with him.

Several moments passed and Peter still had not said anything. His face held a blank expression, but I saw what I thought was anger in his eyes.

“Peter are you alright?” I asked feeling apprehensive.

He finally broke the silence “Yeah I’m fine let’s get this done, I don’t have all day.”

His voice was nothing I recognized before, it sounded so unfitting. I wanted to asked what was wrong but as I saw him locking and unlocking his jaw I decided it was better to work in silence. We were able to put together the end tables and tv stand rather quickly but the entire time we worked Peter was quiet and made no effort to engage in conversation. As I saw we had just the dining table to finish I made the choice to break this tension between us,

 “Hey since we just got the dining room table to go, I think I’ll be able to handle it on my own. I know you have plans so you can take off.” I offered.

Peter was in the middle in picking up all the boxes in the living room when he halted and answered me, “I told your mom I would help you and I am going to do it.”

“Well I am an adult and I don’t care what you promised my mom. You obviously don’t want to be here so you can leave.” I shot back a little more aggressively than I meant to. 

Anger filled his eyes as he threw the boxes he was picking up back onto the ground and stomped towards me. I actually had to take a few steps back until I hit the wall. Peter was 5’9 so when he marched right up to me I had to look up to him. He was so close that he was only half an inch away from my lips.

“Is that what you think Lynn? That I don’t want to be here?” He asked his voice low and seductive.

Forcing myself remain in control and ignore the wetness that was now soaking my panties I answered him “You make it seem like you don’t want to be here Peter, and like I said I am a big girl now I don’t need your help.”

“And how may I ask does it seem like I don’t want to be here?” he smirked while looking at my lips.

“You’ve been quite this entire time! You haven’t said a word to me and I have no clue why!” I shouted at him making him flinch and taking a step back. I didn’t notice that he was pressed against me until I felt suddenly cold without his body heat.

“Your such an i***t Lynn.” He said.

“What I’m an i***t? I didn’t even do shi….” I was suddenly cut off by his lips crashing down on mine.

Peter:

I could not help myself. When she walked downstairs I was already frustrated with my hard on d**k straining against my joggers. I could not stop thinking about her wearing my jersey even though I tried, my throbbing d**k did not want to disappear. And then she came back downstairs and was checking me out making it even more difficult. It finally went away when she said being angry at me wasn’t even worth it. She made it seem like I wasn’t worth her time and that made me feel like everything we once had wasn’t worth it. I know I was being a d**k but that’s honestly what she made me like…. Worthless. 

I tried to my calm myself down and focus on working on the furniture so I could leave and burn off some steam at the gym. It had worked again until she spoke, asking me to leave. I knew she could do things on her own that was one thing about Lynn that has never changed, her independence. When she called me on my s**t for being an asshole, I could not stop myself from crashing onto her lips. It was like she was the smartass girl I fell in love with who did not take s**t from anyone. That was always a turn on for me with Lynn because she was the only girl to not fall for my looks or let me boss her around or even get away with dumb s**t.

Kissing her felt amazing, her lips were soft and powerful. At first, she was surprised but after a few seconds, she started kissing me back pushing her tongue into my mouth making me groan.

I slipped my hands around her waist lifting her up and pushing her farther into the wall. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me, while running her hands through my hair. f**k, she smelled amazing. I cannot believe the smell of sandalwood and coconuts was turning me on so much. As our kiss grew more intense I could feel her getting wetter, soaking her spankies. It made my d**k painfully hard and I swear I could burst right there.

I reached under her shirt and made my way towards her n****e, she wasn’t wearing a bra and it made it so much sexier. Gripping her n****e, I heard Lynn gasp at the sudden touch. I quickly began to pinch and slightly pull making her moan into my mouth. I was on the edge of cumming right there until Lynn suddenly shoved me off. Trying to catch my breath and regain my composer I looked at Lynn, “Why did you stop?” I asked desperately.

She was straightening out her shirt and fixing her hair when she gave me such a cold stare, “Peter you are married. We cannot do this, I cannot do this. I refuse to.” She stated rather quickly “What just happened was a mistake. you have a family and I will not be responsible for breaking a family up.”

What she said made me feel like cold water was throw on me. How could I forget I have a family? How could I kiss Lynn? Even if we didn’t get farther then kissing it was still bad. But what made it worse was that if Lynn didn’t stop it, I don’t think I would have. What should have felt bad didn’t, it felt right and I never been that turned on by any female in my life. Not even my wife. s**t I was a bastard. I wasn’t thinking and made Lynn feel like a side piece.

“Lynn I am sorry, I was not thinking and I lost it there for a second,” I said feeling ashamed of myself.

It was quiet for a few moments until Lynn said “It takes two Peter. I let you kiss me and didn’t push you away.” 

As I looked at her I saw tearing’s running down her face. It was the first time I saw Lynn cry in 8 years, and I still felt just as bad as the first time. I didn’t want to admit it to myself because I knew what the outcome would be, but I always knew that I was still in love with Lynn. Before she even came back home I knew I still loved her, but it was easier to contain it and deny it. These feelings never went away I just suppressed them for 8 years. I couldn’t let go of the love I had for her, and it broke my heart seeing her feel so ugly for something I started.

“Lynn please, I know you have no feelings for me anymore and I know that what I did was not your idea.” I stated while looking down at the ground. Saying those words hurt more than getting kicked in the balls because I wanted her to still have feelings for me.

“Peter, I think you should leave.” She said apathetically.

“Lynn please, just hear me out okay.”

“What Peter? What do you need to say?” She demanded.

I wanted to tell her everything about why I did what I did to her back then. I honest to God wanted to explain myself but nothing came out of my mouth. I was on the verge of crying, I had not cried since she left me that night 8 years ago and I vowed no one would ever see me cry ever again. Not even when my kids were born did I cry, I was happy beyond anything in the world but I did not cry. I felt like such a coward.

Neither of us spoke and just let the tension build. I was breathing hard trying to hold in the emotions I felt. f**k did I feel like a damn chick. All my life I was able to build these walls up so no one could see me at my weak points, even before Lynn I was able to keep everyone out. Then she walked into my life and destroyed everything I built without even trying. She was the only person to break me, not even Carrie could. Carmen and Celeste definitely came close though.

“Peter,” Lynn said softly. I looked up and saw her eyes red rimmed from all the crying “I know no matter what I feel towards you no longer matters,” She continued “but I cannot kick you out of my life.” I felt a pinch of hope within me, maybe she still loved me like I loved her.  “My family loves you and will be very hurt if I was that selfish,” She finished off.

So, she was willing to let me stay in her life but not because she wanted to, but because she felt like she had no choice. She was willing to suffer with my existence then kick me out of her whole family’s lives. I knew I should have let her kick me out of her life with everything I put her through, but her family was also mine and I could not give them up. Lynn yeah, I had no choice but to give her up but her family I refuse to let anyone take them away from me.

“So, where does this leave us then?” I asked her.

“Where we are I guess,” she answered flatly “You continue to be with your family and I continue to piece back together my life.”

“What about the family Lynn?”

“When it comes to family events we be polite but stay away from each other,” she stated “We try to act normal as possible and just be two people in a room and nothing more.”

“You can pretend that nothing just happened?” I asked her feeling a little hurt that she can just put on an act that easy.

“I have to Peter, and you have to also.” She said while glaring at me, “We’ve crossed a line and I never thought I would be you side chick.”

Grabbing my full attention, I asked her “What do you mean you never thought you would be my side chick?”

“It’s obvious isn’t it?” She basically barked back.

“Enlighten me then!” I nearly shouted.

“You want me for s*x and nothing else.” She said calmly even though I knew she was anything but.

The anger I felt towards Lynn was nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I marched right but to her and grabbed her chin forcing her to look me in the eye while I said “You will never be a side piece Lynn Flores.” Releasing her from my hold I turned around and stormed out of her home.

Looks like I’m going to the f*****g gym after all.