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Staring morosely into the mirror, the brunette straightened his glasses. Hair combed, beard trimmed, clean polo and khakis, he looked ready for work, even though he lost his job six months ago. Same time his wife left him for another man and sent him the divorce papers. At least it meant it was quiet, Gina wasn't yelling at him constantly. Reminding him what a pathetic failure he was and how repulsive she found him.
His eyes flickered down to his left hand, debating if he should take the ring off. It’s not like she was coming back. He reached for it but hesitated once his fingertips met gold. He couldn't do it… He should do it… He shouldn’t... He needed to. Well, if nothing else, he was good at giving up. The man slipped the band off his finger and sighed. Resolved to live the rest of his miserable life alone. Rock bottom, meet Dennis.
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Bypassing his former place of employment, Dennis headed straight to 'Back to The Grind' coffee kiosk. Standing awkwardly to the side of the queue, avoiding eye contact with the other customers, he awaited the arrival of his coffee buddy, Y/N. For the past two years, Monday through Friday, they would meet here in the pursuit of caffeine and conversation. Sometimes she had to run, but mostly they’d sit and chat until their cups were empty. Dennis enjoyed her company so much he kept showing up day after day, long after he no longer worked around there. It was all he had, all he lived for anymore. Just those few precious minutes of human connection.
Dennis checked his watch, 7:37 a.m., she was running late. Joining the line, he ordered for both of them, then sat at one of the nearby benches to wait. Ten more minutes went by with no sign of Y/N. You're a loser Dennis, she's not coming. With a defeated exhale, he stared at the sidewalk and took a large angry bite of his donut.
“Hey coffee buddy.”
Shit, she was here. Dennis looked up at her beautiful face, his eyes as big as saucers. Swallowing the large bite, he coughed out a greeting.
Y/N smiled at him. “I see you started without me.” She gestured to the corner of his mouth, “You have a little…”
Dennis wiped his face on his arm. “Thanks.” He handed her a cup and a wrapped pastry. “I got your usual, medium caramel iced coffee. They were out of croissants though, so I ordered you a blueberry danish.”
“Oh no,” she frowned, “blueberries and I do not agree.”
“Shit, I’m so sorry. I messed up your breakfast. I should have asked, I’m so stupid.” Dennis became visibly upset and continued to over apologize. Promising to get her something else and refusing to finish his donut.
“It's ok, D, really. It’s not a big deal.”
He buried his face in his hands, “I suck, I'm sorry.”
“Well I think you're pretty great, Dennis.” She smiled at him again, even though he couldn’t see it. “Hey, seeing as neither of us are having breakfast, how about an early lunch? Are you free?”
Dennis’ head whipped up, “For lunch? You want to have lunch with me?”
“Yeah.” Y/N checked the time on her phone, “Shit! I got to go, but can you meet me here at eleven? We can walk up the street to Charley’s, their food is awesome. Real burgers, not the microwave crap I know you favor.”
Dennis nodded, “I’d love to.” Saying their goodbyes, he watched Y/N rush off to work. He knew she must see him as a charity case. Who wouldn’t. He was broken and worthless and felt bad for wasting her time everyday. It was selfish of him. Still, he could feel butterflies flapping in his belly, knowing he’d get to spend more time with her. Having nothing else to do, he sat in his car and waited.
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Y/N slid into the booth, staring eagerly at the man across from her. Eyes tracking his hands as he picked up his food and took a bite. Smirking as his eyes practically rolled into his head, “Good huh?”
“So good,” he groaned out before continuing to chomp on his burger.
Chuckling, she began eating her own meal. “So how have you been, D? What ya been up to?”
Dennis shrugged, not wanting the conversation focused on him. “Not much… not anything really.” Making the mistake of looking at her expectant face, he found himself blurting out the things he tried to hide from her. “It’s true though, I wasted my entire life. Nothing to show for my 37 pointless years of existence. No job, no kids, no wife. I’m a big fat nothing.” He closed his eyes, waiting for the blowback of his confession. Startled when a soft hand enclosed his, giving a gentle squeeze.
“I'm sorry. I had no idea.”
She sounded so sincere, Dennis couldn’t process it. “It’s okay. It’s, uh, been a few months now.”
Y/N regretted bringing it up, but couldn’t help how her interest peaked. Her coffee buddy had never talked about himself this much. She wanted him to open up more. “How long were you guys married?”
Taking a deep breath, he spilled his soul. If she wasn’t laughing before, she would now. “Sixteen very long years… haven’t had sex in the last seven. Not that we did it often before that.”
Her eyebrows shot up, “Wait, you and your wife haven’t had sex in seven years.”
“Well… I haven't,” he let the rest of his words die on his tongue.
“Ohhhhhhh,” Y/N cringed, “Sorry I brought it up.”
“That's alright. It wasn’t much of a marriage. I think she was faithful for maybe the first three years. That or I was too in love to notice. After our 10th anniversary she didn’t even bother hiding it. Spent our special day in someone else’s bed and facetimed me.”
“What a bitch. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, Dennis.” She rubbed his hand before going back to eating. After a few minutes, a thought occurred to her. “I know it’s not my place, but I think you should take this as an opportunity to start over. Find a new job, new girlfriend. I could help you, if you want.”
Even the thought of trying depressed him. “I don’t think anyone out there will hire me, or date me for that matter.”
Y/N tilted her head, “Love the enthusiasm.” She took a sip of her water before continuing, “I think you’re a catch, D. You just need some practice. You’ll get your life back on track in no time.” Dennis could only offer half a smile. “Okay, first up, a place to work. I know your old job was in sales, but you never told me what you sold.”
His voice lowered as he admitted it was the sale and rental of porta potties. He worked there for 15 years and hated every moment of it.
“So something not involving toilets, then. There are lots of different types of sales jobs.”
Dennis shook his head, “Nobody wants to buy anything from me, not even shitters.”
She nodded, “No sales, got it. Umm, my department is hiring, logistics for big rigs.”
“Maybe. I’d hate to invade your space though.” With a weary sigh, Dennis finished the last bite of his delicious burger.
“Hmm,” she pondered over any positions that would suit him. “Oh hey, I know of an opening at a warehouse? Does something like that interest you?”
“Maybe.”
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No one was more surprised than Dennis when he landed the warehouse gig. He took to it like a duck to water. His strength and organization skills put to good use. Memorizing where everything went on his first day. His coworkers were friendly and his manager was fair. He actually looked forward to going into work. But mostly, he loved continuing to have his daily coffee with Y/N.
They were hanging out more often now, not just for coffee or lunch. Calling and texting at all hours, seeing each other after work and on the weekends. He talked to her about everything, and she to him, even gave him tips for reentering the dating pool. He wasn’t sad or lonely with her around. He forgot what that felt like.
Dennis was familiar with the term touch starved, and oh, how it fit him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone touched him on purpose. His wife hadn't let him near her in years, recoiled at his every attempt to show affection. But Y/N touched him willingly, openly, without reservations. He was undeserving of it, he knew, but he craved it so. Every hug, every handhold, every fistbump, he wanted it all from her.
Dennis was currently pacing through his kitchen. Y/N was on her way over to celebrate his divorce being finalized. She cheered that he was finally free from Gina’s horrible treatment and was better off without her abusive, cheating ass. He could feel the flop sweat start. Taking a paper towel, he began wiping his face and armpits. Just as he was wondering if he had time to shower, the bell rang.
When he opened the door, he was greeted with Y/N’s charming smile, her arms full with his favorite beer and chips. Helping her set her load on the kitchen island, he watched her grab two bottles, twisting off both tops, handing him one.
“Congrats on the permanent dissolvement of that bitch’s claws from your life.” She clinked her beer with his. Both of them took long pulls of their drink. Y/N looked him up and down, tsking at his stiff attire. “You aren’t really dressed for movie watching. Why don’t you go change into comfy clothes, I’ll set up the movie.”
A few minutes later, Dennis walked into the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, “I feel naked.”
“Well I think you look great. Although I’m sure you’d look just as good actually naked.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
His whole face turned bright red. It was just a joke, he told himself. She couldn’t possibly be flirting with him. He sat down on the couch next to her. Popping a chip into his mouth before turning his attention to the television. Oh no, she picked a horror movie. Dennis did not do well with scary movies. He was going to make a fool of himself.
Rubbing his hands on his pants, his leg muscles painfully tight, Dennis did his best to put on a brave face. It lasted all of 20 minutes. The first jump scare had him releasing a blood curdling scream. Completely flushed, his chips thrown everywhere, any shred of dignity he feigned now gone. He was mortified.
Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, her hand over her heart. “You scared the crap out of me,” she roared before breaking into a fit of laughter. “Didn’t know there’d be 4D effects. Way to give me a heart attack.”
Wordlessly, Dennis fell to his knees and began cleaning up the mess. Waiting for a scolding that never came. He declined her offer to help him. He was just grateful she found the situation amusing. She was so forgiving of him. Once finished, he sat back with his feet perched on the coffee table.
“You sure you’re okay, D?” Seeing as how he only nodded in affirmation, Y/N decided he needed some comfort. As the movie continued, she cuddled up to his side, her feet leaning on his. Her white socks with black stripes next to his black socks with white dots. She began rubbing her feet on his, “Guess opposites really do attract.”
Dennis couldn’t take his eyes off the game of footsie. Feeling brave, he put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her arm resting on his chest, sending his heart rate into overdrive. Dennis was a cuddler, but couldn't recall the last time he was with somebody like this without being shoved away. He felt comfortable, content. The movie was forgotten as her hand slipped inside his shirt, her fingers combing his dark chest hair. Gina always made him wax, it hurt, he hated it.
Looking down at his coffee buddy, he met her gaze with a fond smile. To his surprise, she leaned up and kissed him. He felt his brain short circuit as Y/N’s soft cherry flavored lips glided with his chapped ones. She slowly pulled away, leaving him with closed eyes and puckered lips.
“Do you think you’re ready to start dating? We can go someplace fancy, really wine and dine it.”
“Definitely.” Oh yes, Dennis was looking forward to this practice date.
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Dennis' stomach growled as he loaded his prizes into the freezer. He’d never won anything before, but scored big at the meat raffle with Y/N. His freezer was stuffed with burgers, steaks, pork chops, ribs, lobster tail, and the fridge stocked with his favorite beer. He made changes around the home as well. Threw out the million stupid throw pillows that Gina insisted they needed. Replaced the furniture he disliked, bought a giant beanbag simply because he’d always wanted one. Rearranged the rooms how he preferred, did anything he desired to make his house his. Anything of his ex-wife's left behind got put into a box and thrown in the basement.
The raffle was his second fake date with Y/N. Dennis was appreciative of her help and that she gave him a second chance. Their first date started out a disaster. He was so nervous he spilled wine all over her dress before their food arrived. She ran to the ladies room as the waiters cleaned the table. Dennis was inconsolable for those few minutes, certain Y/N would never want to see him again. He was shocked when she sat back down like nothing happened, only the deep red stain as a reminder. He thought he was in the clear, until he ended up choking on his dinner. The heimlich wasn’t needed, but the gagging and panicked noises he made trying to dislodge the food had the unwanted attention of the other patrons on them for a second time. It was decided it was best to skip dessert.
After embarrassing her twice, Dennis was sure that was the end of the practice date. Y/N didn't want to go home though. They drove to an arcade where they binged on candy and she whooped him at every game they tried. Hopped up on sugar, they ended the night making out in the car like teenagers. Dennis was having fun for the first time in his adult life. Beyond thankful for her assistance and attention, he cherished every word and every kiss, wishing with all his might that it was real.
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“Woooo,” the enthusiastic couple practically kicked in the door to her apartment. Hooting and guffawing as they verbally replayed the events of the wrestling match they returned from. Bantering back and forth, “Your guy totally cheated.” “Nuh-uh.” “Mmhm.” “You’re crazy, you’re out of your mind. It was a fair fight.” “Cheater cheater pumpkin eater and I hate to tell ya, you are guilty by association.”
Cheeks hurting from all the laughter, holding onto each other for balance, Y/N felt the air shift. She began running her hand over his arm and onto his chest. “So D, it’s your first time at your girlfriend's place. What shall we do, hmm?”
Even though Dennis knew she was only pretending when she called herself his girlfriend, he loved hearing her say it. He decided to knock her socks off by grabbing her face and kissing her with a passion that even surprised himself. Y/N responded in kind, opening her mouth, allowing him to explore. She tasted like cherries, ale and heaven.
Y/N broke the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the bedroom. “Ready to wrestle?” She bit her lip seductively and began to strip off her clothes. Dennis was hypnotized watching more and more flesh be revealed to him. He’d fantasized about this so many times, but never imagined it would happen. When she stood before him naked, he gulped, she was gorgeous. He couldn’t get his shirt, socks and pants off fast enough, but then he hesitated, deciding to keep his underwear on.
She yelped as he lifted her up a little too aggressively. “D, I swear to god if you actually bodyslam me…”
Dennis froze and gently set her down on her bed. “No! I- I’m sorry. I was trying to be sexy.”
“You're very sexy, Dennis.” She pressed her lips to his and tugged at the waistband of his white briefs, “Join me up here.”
As he climbed on the bed, he asked her to lie down. ”I want to worship you.” When she acquiesced, his heated gaze roamed her body. Fingers danced along her skin, marveling at all the places he wanted to touch, wanted to kiss. Like a siren’s call, her hardened nipples drew him in. Swirling his tongue around her peak, he sucked it into his mouth. Making a wet pop as he released it. Massaging the breast, and checking Y/N’s face to confirm her enjoyment, he continued licking, sucking and fondling her left side.
The heat of Dennis’ mouth made her other breast feel cold and lonely, it wanted attention too. She quietly mentioned to him that the other one was getting jealous. Dennis, embarrassed by his blunder, repeated his actions on the right boob before beginning to kiss down her body. He had to do this right. It had to be good for her. Shit, his hands were too clammy, his body was too sweaty. She was going to push him away, she was going to laugh at him. Dennis began second guessing himself, too afraid of making the wrong move, he rested his head on her stomach.
After a minute of no movement, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. “You okay?” Troubled by his silence, she continued trying to sooth him, “Where’s your head at, D?”
He expected to get scolded. His mind playing through the times with his ex. She would yell at him if he wasn't doing something right, or didn’t get hard fast enough. Telling him he couldn’t make her cum with an instruction manual stapled to his head. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he braved a look at Y/N. “I just… I want to do this right.”
She smiled so sweetly, “We got all night.”
Encouraged, he picked up where he left off. As he kissed down her leg, he remembered his prior error and copied what he did to the other side. Reaching her core, he closed his eyes, nuzzling her thigh with his cheek before flattening his tongue, giving her entire womanhood a big fat lick. Grinning to himself at her surprised squeak, he turned his head to kiss at her other thigh before licking his lips and burying his face in her cunt.
It was as if he was possessed by someone with far more confidence than he. Dennis became an animal, sucking and licking her folds, eating her from the outside in. His tongue roamed over her, up and down and side to side, making frequent stops to circle her clit. She made the sweetest noises for him, mewling and moaning as she writhed in his hold. She had a firm grip on his hair, gently guiding him where she needed him to be.
Dennis was open to instruction, so he let her move him as she pleased. The taste of her sweet honey working him up so much he rutted against the bed. His hands trailed up her torso to cup her breasts, before one slid back down to play with her soaked entrance. He inserted a finger, realizing she was more than ready, he added another. Pumping his fingers in tandem with his licks, he could feel her tremble.
“Oh fuck, oh god,” Y/N cried out as she climaxed around his skillful digits.
Drunk off the greatest praise, her orgasm, Dennis looked up from between her legs, a dopey grin plastered on his face. He eagerly asked if he could do it again.
Y/N looked down at him through hooded eyes, “Ya, go for it.”
It wasn’t long until her legs were shaking again, Dennis held her hips down, not stopping until she spasmed and screamed in ecstasy. He was proud of himself. “Holy shit, that worked.” Out of breath, heart pounding, she told him that was incredible, especially whatever he did at the end. Blushing ear to ear, Dennis admitted that he spelled his name with his tongue. Chuckling, he asks her to guess what he spelled next. Diving back down he traced his message.
“Umm, peace out?
He shook his head, “It was thank you.”
“I should be the one thanking you.” She wiggled out of his grasp and took a condom out of her nightstand. “But, hey, the night’s not over yet.” She handed the packet to a terrified Dennis. He looked like he was going to pass out, and wouldn't meet her eyes. “Do you not want to?” She’d be lying to say her feelings wouldn’t be hurt if he said no.
Head down, rubbing the back of his neck, Dennis mumbled his secret, “I have a bad penis.”
“A bad… um, does that mean ED or like performance anxiety?” Y/N had to know if this was something they could work around.
“I'm.. I’m not sure. It just doesn't work like it’s supposed to.”
“Do you have any problems on your own?'' He shook his head no. Y/N caressed her boyfriend’s nervous face. “Maybe there isn’t a problem.” She waited until he looked at her. “No pressure here, but I'd like to try if you do. If it goes wrong, we can just try again.”
Why was she so patient with him? He didn’t deserve her friendship. He didn’t deserve her at all. Dennis took his briefs off, kneeling on the bed, bare to her and awaiting judgment.
“Damn Dennis. Wow, that, I mean, it looks like a good dick to me.” She watched him with unbridled desire, wrapping her hand around his length, ducking down to lick the swollen head. “Thick and veiny and standing proud. I don't know if my mouth or my pussy want it more.”
Her compliments spurred him on. Dennis removed her hand, pushing her back on the bed. Crawling over her, he stroked himself twice before rolling the condom on. He was terrified of disappointing her and it must have shown on his face because she pulled him down for a reassuring kiss, “Don’t overthink it, just be here with me. I want you to fuck me, Dennis.”
He lined himself up and kissed her once more before slowly entering her. Already breathing heavy, he barely had control of himself when he bottomed out. “I can’t believe I’m inside you.” Y/N giggled and told him how good he felt, begging him to move. Closing his eyes in concentration, Dennis pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in with a groan. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”
Dennis snapped his hips as she rolled hers to meet each thrust. It didn’t take long to find a rhythm that suited them. Sweat dripped down their bodies as they chased their carnal highs. The sounds of skin on skin and their moans filled the room. The tension in her stomach unbearable, Y/N opened her legs wider, angling them up so he could go deeper. His cock hitting all the right spots. It was all it took for her to cum a third time.
Feeling her walls fluttering and gripping him hard as she came, had Dennis at his end. When he told her he was close, she asked him to come on her tits. Hissing as he pulled out, Dennis straddled Y/N’s chest, pulling off the condom just before he released. He made sure every drop landed on her breasts before collapsing next to her.
After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Y/N giggled, “I got some d from D.” Finding her joke hilarious, she continued laughing.
“Was it good?”
“It was great.” She kissed him, “See, there’s nothing wrong with you.” She pecked his lips again, “Promise.” Holding her chest as she rose to keep his cum from running down her, she walked to the bathroom to clean up.
Dennis stretched and hummed, allowing himself to be happy at a job well done. He could satisfy a woman after all. When she returned, Dennis was almost redressed.
“You can stay, if you want to.”
“Stay?” He desperately wanted to, but couldn't believe she wanted him to.
Y/N walked over, carefully taking his glasses off his face and setting them on her nightstand, “Please.”
Dennis removed the clothing he put on and followed her into bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he shared a bed with someone, Gina banished him to the guestroom five years ago. Look at him now, a beautiful woman in his arms that actually wanted him to be there. Him and Y/N shared a few more kisses as they cuddled and talked. Determining his issue was due to stress and his marital problems. He could have confidence going forward.
He couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N as she slept. His best friend, his only friend, his lover. Dennis didn't know it could be like this, he wished so badly that it was real. What a beautiful life they would have together. They'd be happy, she made him happy. He didn't think it was possible to feel good anymore, but here he was practically jumping for joy. There was no doubt in his mind that he was in love with her. He'd go down on her every night, expecting nothing in return, if it meant he could stay with her forever. If only it were possible. Instead he would take these pretend moments and commit them to his memory forever. A shining light in his bleak life.
Morning arrived too fast. Dennis yawned, wrenching his eyes and started to get out of bed. “I can make us breakfast.”
Y/N grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her. “Orrrrr, how about I order some eggs benny and we can spend longer in bed.”
“You’re brilliant.”
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“What does a fish say when it runs into a brick wall?”
“I don’t know, what?”
Dennis slapped his hand on the table, “Dam!” He threw his head back, braying and wheezing.
Y/N snorted at the bad joke, smiling at how his face lit up with the punchline. Their fish frys were huge, so her boyfriend had been making awful puns and one-liners all night. She threw her lemon at him, which he promptly caught and ate without breaking his cocky grin. He was turning into quite the cheeky bastard.
The shrill of his phone interrupted the merriment. His ex-wife’s name flashing on the screen. Rolling his eyes, Dennis declined the call, only for her to call back. He ignored her again to no avail, his phone continued going off. She clearly wasn't getting the hint. Huffing, he answered.
All Y/N could hear was non stop shouting, poor Dennis not even getting a word in. He grew paler, biting the inside of his cheek. She was about to take the phone from him and tell that horrible woman off, when he quickly said goodbye and hung up. He made a face she had never seen on him before.
“Gina wants her stuff from the house. Says she’ll be by tomorrow and demands I have her things in clearly labeled boxes just inside the door. She doesn't want to step foot into my house again.”
She smirked at Dennis, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “I think a better plan would be to show that cheating whore what she's missing.”
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Dennis couldn’t stop giggling thinking of the plan. He looked over at his coffee buddy, her short pink sundress making her look like a yummy treat. His fingers began twitching; he so badly wanted to unwrap and devour her. He walked up behind her, winding his arms around her middle. Whispering in her ear, “I’m dying to taste your juicy cunt.”
Her knees wobbled at his dirty words, whimpering as she felt herself getting wet. Y/N glanced at the time, it was too early, he wasn’t playing fair. He began nibbling on her ear while groping her chest, making her clench around nothing, she felt so empty. Well… it wasn’t terribly early. No harm in pregaming. She allowed Dennis to reach under her dress and slide her panties down her legs.
“Wait,” she reached down to grab the piece of fabric, throwing it to the floor on the other side of the kitchen island near the box labeled ‘the bitches crap.’
Dennis didn’t have time to ponder why she did that because his pants were currently being undone by nimble fingers. His eyes followed her beautiful face as she fell to her knees in front of him. He gripped the counter behind him as she removed his semi hard cock from his pants, her other hand cupping his balls, giving him a smile too innocent for what her naughty hands were up too.
Leaning forward, Y/N licked at his testicles, gently rolling each in her mouth. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his length, satisfied hearing him gasp and his body jerk. Her ravenous gaze never faltered as she watched him watching her with lust blown eyes. Placing a kiss on his tip, Y/N sucked him fully into her mouth. She swallowed him a few times before allowing his dick out to glide along her cheek. Her tongue gave it a kitten lick and another kiss.
“Fuck,” Dennis gave a needy moan, “please, Y/N.”
Gripping his thighs, her mouth reclaimed his cock, taking him as deeply as she could. Her own arousal drenching her as she continued blowing him. Sparing a peak at the clock, she leaned back, causing Dennis to practically sob.
He wasn’t disappointed for long as she turned around and pulled up her dress. Putting on the condom he had in his pocket, he grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, bent her over the kitchen island and buried himself to the hilt. The lewd squelch of his cock dragging in and out of her dripping heat drove him into a frenzy. Both began moaning louder as he continued to fuck her. It was almost time.
Gina let herself in, not bothering to knock or ring the bell. Seeing no boxes, she marched into the home yelling, “God damn it, Dennis. I told you to have the boxes ready by the door. Why can’t you do anything right? You are hopeless. You…” She paused at the kitchen entryway, mouth hung open. Blinking a few times in shock. Her ex-husband was screwing some chic from behind, how disgusting. “What the fuck is the meaning of this, Dennis? How dare you, in our fucking kitchen?”
Dennis looked up when his ex started screaming, seeing the offended look on her face, he had to stifle a laugh. “Shut the fuck up, get your shit and get out. My girlfriend and I are busy.” Turning his attention back to the woman under him, he vigorously pounded into her.
Gina couldn’t believe her ears, he had never spoken to her like that. And he certainly never made her make those noises. Avoiding the tossed panties, she grabbed the single box on the floor and hurried out of there, slamming the door behind her.
The sound of his ex shrieking all the way to her car had the couple in stitches. Dennis couldn’t believe it worked. Y/N was a genius. Pulling out, he turned her body to him, kissing her forehead, nose and lips. “Want to fuck in another room?”
“Ha! Yes, in every room. Give my pussy the tour.”
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A week later, Y/N waited at the coffee kiosk, order in hand. Dennis was late, he had never been late before. To make matters worse, he hasn't responded to her messages for the last two days. She was concerned, but didn’t want to be ‘that’ girlfriend. She didn’t want to smother him if he needed space.
It was almost 8 a.m. when he showed up, giving Y/N a big hug and kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late and that I haven’t been responsive. Been really busy. I hope you’re not mad.” He took his coffee and donut from her.
“I forgive you, but I have to tell you, D, I was really worried. I thought you were sick, or maybe hurt, or that I must have done something wrong.”
Dennis’ eyes twinkled in amusement, “Oh no, everything's great thanks to you.” He gave Y/N another bone crushing hug, careful not to spill their coffees. “It worked.”
Her eyebrows drew together, “What worked.”
“Gina came over Saturday morning, begging for another chance, promising to be better. We made love all weekend. I got to show her all the new moves you taught me. She's moving back in as we speak. I’m getting my life back thanks to you. I can't thank you enough for your help.” His excited eyes met Y/N’s as they turned from confused to cold. She threw her drink in his face, called him an asshole and stormed off.
Dennis was stunned, wiping the iced coffee from his face, he ran to catch up to her. “Y/N, what's wrong? Why did you do that? Hey!”
She turned on her heel and sneered at him. “What did you expect, a high five for telling me you fucked your ex-wife and are back together with her.”
Confusion danced across his face, “I don't understand, the plan worked. Gina was so jealous she came crawling back to me…”
“THE PLAN?!” Y/N shouted. “The plan was to show that bitch how you were living your best life without her. Expertly banging YOUR girlfriend,” she patted her chest, “so she regrets the way she treated you. NOT to get her back. NOT to throw me to the side for someone that was so cruel to you your whole life.”
Dennis was flabbergasted, “Wait, you were my girlfriend? MY girlfriend? Like my real girlfriend, my real actual girlfriend?” He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why would someone as amazing as her want to be with him? He never would have given his ex a second thought if he knew he had her.
Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore.”
He couldn’t breathe, “N-n-no, wait…”
“Goodbye, Dennis. Hope you have a wonderful life with that tramp.”
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Dennis walked into his house, spotting Gina’s blonde hair at the fridge. She was throwing out his meat, and beer. She didn’t eat that stuff and wouldn’t allow him to. He was preparing himself to say something when a dark haired man bumped into him. The guy apologized and continued on his way, bringing boxes up the stairs. “Who was that?”
Gina spoke without bothering to face him, “That’s just Vinny, he’ll be staying with us for a few days. The poor dear got evicted. Don't worry, he knows we're working on our marriage. He won't be a problem, I promise.”
Oh lovely, the man Gina left him for will be living with them. “Okay,” he agreed defeatedly, walking into the living room. Dennis knew she’d be cheating on him again before sundown, in his house this time, and he will pretend he doesn't know. He’ll pretend everything is fine.
Seems rock bottom had a basement. Dennis was in hell, he was sure of it. He lost the woman he loved, the only person that ever thought he was worth anything. He couldn't break further, there was nothing left. Dennis sighed and collapsed face down on the floor. Lying there in his own misery, daydreaming of what could have been.