“Relax Chrissy, just stay far away from him as possible and you will be okay.” Looking at her in the mirror as she was curling my hair, I nodded my head at her. Feeling a slap on my shoulder, I saw Callie looking at me intently before telling me not to move. Offering her a smile before rolling my eyes, I waited until she was finished before I got up and went to put on my heels. Dressed in a peach strapless knee length dress with black pumps while Callie was decked out in her sky-blue dress with white heels. We looked at each other over, gave thumbs up and giggled at our silliness before we made our way downstairs.

Everyone was already seated and only two seats were available, one beside Jay and one beside Cassie’s dad. I made my way over to the chair where Cassie’s dad is and was suddenly bounced away by Cassie who smirked at me before sitting down beside her dad. I wanted to flip her the bird but I changed my mind when I remembered that our parents were at the table. Going to sit beside Jay, I could feel the tension between us rolling off of us like waves before crashing into each other making it stronger.

The adults were talking while Cassie and I were staring at each other, she with a smile on her face while I was shooting daggers at her. I was about to take a bite out of my steak when I felt his hands on me. I could feel my body heating up the moment his hand made contact with my skin, it felt like everything melted away, the anger, the hurt and the pain. Moving his hand up further, I felt him shift my thong aside and begin to rub my clit. It was like the first time, and I felt the same way I felt then––happy. Rubbing my clit hard and fast, I bit down on my lip while staring at Cassie intently. Accidentally dropping her napkin, she went down under the table and came up with a gasp before flashing me a knowing smirk.

Looking away, I could hardly hear what the adults were talking about but I knew they were talking about me going away.

“Chrissy,” Mr. Taylor spoke as he took a bite of his steak. “I hope you enjoy college and keep your head up.”

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor, and I’ll try my best to” I replied while I continued to eat my food. Jay had removed his hand the minute the word college was mentioned, feeling cold and empty we continued to eat our dinner.

Shooting me a disappointed look, he started laughing a second later when he realized that I was joking. Soon everyone was laughing and when it died down he continued to question me before the topic of discussion moved away from me. Half an hour later, the dinner that I didn’t want was now over and everyone was now moving outside the back door to eat dessert and talk in the backyard.

Excusing himself Jay went upstairs while I went outside with my parents but before I could sit down I got a text from him telling me to come upstairs. Sneaking away, I went back inside and up to my room to find him in there laying on the bed. “What do you want?” I asked angrily.

“I want you,” he shot back. “You have been avoiding my texts.”

“You don’t want me Jay or else you wouldn’t have hurt me like that.” He stared at me a while, taking in my appearance, what I had on and how I stood up–––it was like he was painting a mental picture of me to be embedded into his brain.

Grabbing me, he threw me onto the bed before he shifted my panty and began to suck on my clit. Shaking, I felt his hand cover my mouth while his tongue continued its assault on me. Licking, slurping and fucking, he told me to let go and I did just that. Letting out all of my juices inside of his mouth, he removed his hand from mine while I caught my breath before I spoke.

“What was that about?” I spoke angrily.

“I need you Chris–Ann. I love you and I don’t want to lose you, what I did was a mistake, it was foolish and I am sorry.”

“That isn’t enough Jay,” I spoke holding back the truth. Turning around, I felt him grab me and throw me back on the bed.

“What you’re speaking is bullshit and you know it, you love me and I love you too. Stop fighting it.” I could hear the anger spurting out with each word he uttered. Pulling his pants and letting his cock spring free, he climbed onto the bed and in between my legs. Entering me, he began to fuck me hard without mercy and if I didn’t have the pillow over my mouth, I probably would alert the entire neighborhood. I could feel myself getting wetter with every stroke, I could feel him pouring out his anger into the sex, taking out his frustrations on me but I didn’t mind. I loved it.

In and out he pumped into me furiously until I let loose and came hard, my come wetting his torso and lower stomach. Grunting hard, he pulled out and came on my legs. Zipping up himself, he disappeared into my bathroom and came out a second later cleaning me up.

“I am going to miss you, Jay,” I finally spoke when I felt the silence was getting maddening. Flashing me a sad smile, he kissed me on my head and walked out without uttering another word. Grabbing my pillow, I began to cry because it finally dawned on me that it would be the last time I have sex with the man that I love, the last time I will smell him, breathe in his scent and see him.