The Fight Club (11 page)

"Julie, I can't hold it anymore."

I ignored his words and continued stroking his cock, increasing my speed. Then I felt his hands holding my tightly and a hot release inside my mouth. I let him steady his hands. When he was done, I went to the restroom to take a long shower

When I was back, I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, complete naked, stroking his own cock.

"Why are you stroking it again?"

"Because you have aroused me to death, and now, I need to fuck you as hard as I can." He smirked with lust.

I felt a giant volcano erupt between my legs. My body craved him. And when I saw his cock enlarging again, I removed my dress. I couldn't even wait for him to remove my clothes. He extended his hand and pulled a condom out of the drawer, wrapping his cock. I got on top and adjusted myself so his cock would slide inside me, deep. When he filled me, I closed my eyes. I was made for him. Being with him felt so comfortable, which I had never felt with Eddie. Though we lived together for years, I never felt complete with him. Noah was different.

I started to ride him. I was in heaven, and I had no complaints anymore. His hands grabbed my waist, and he lifted me up and down, helping me to ride him hard. With the increased speed, he was stretching my limits, and I loved it.

"Julie,” he sputtered.

"Yes, Noah." I didn't want to talk anymore. I just wanted to ride him, fuck him until the end of the world.

"Cum for me babe. Cum for me." He raked his fingers against my flesh and started pushing his in cock deeper than ever.

"Oh Noah, I can't control it." I broke loose, my muscles clenching around his cock. I felt his release through the thin fabric of condom. For the next few moments, we enjoyed the simultaneous orgasm, and then I slid next to him. Now, I was too exhausted to do anything.

Noah

Someone was talking next to me. I opened my eyes with an annoyed feeling. If I could, I would bust his face open with a punch.

A man in a white suit was talking with a man in a blue suit. I was in an old church. Something was being celebrated, with many people. Where was I, really?

What am I doing in church?
I had very few religious opinions, and going to church regularly was not one of them. The first time I visited a church was with Tonya.

People walked around me, talking, gossiping and laughing. They were enjoying what they were here for. Then I saw a bunch of girls, standing in bridesmaid dresses across from me. It was a wedding, and I was one of the groomsmen. I looked in the audience and saw Uncle Sam. He was talking with Mr. Yang.

Who's wedding is this?
Uncle Sam should know, but before I could call him, he walked to the back. Damn. I saw Jesse, one of the people working for my company. I had met him last week only.

He walked to me with flowers in his hand.

"Good morning, sir. And hearty congratulations." He flashed his teeth and extended a hand.

I extended mine on impulse. But why was he congratulating me? This was a mystery. Who could I ask? But no one was around whom I could ask. Then I saw a priest standing near me.

"Hello, father." I walked to him.

"Hello, my son." His smile was inspiring and refreshing. Whoever had hired this priest for this church must have chosen him on the basis of that smile.

"Who's wedding is this, father?" I asked.

He chuckled. "You’re funny, my child. It's good that you can crack jokes at your own ceremony.”

"What? Are you kidding me?" Was he joking? Why would he do that? I looked down at myself. I was wearing a designer suit. Everyone was staring at me with this gooey look in their eyes.

Why the fuck am I getting married?
And to who? No. I can't get married. I love no one. I'm a free bird. I don't like this idea at all. I should walk out of here, before it gets out of hand. I spotted the church door and walked towards it.

"Noah, where are you going?" Uncle Same stopped me the moment I walked down from the main stage.

"I'm getting married, Sam. And I don't like it, so I'm getting out of here.” I sighed.

"But you wanted this so much. That's why we are having this so soon." He look confused.
“You can’t leave. You need to stay, Noah. She’s good, and you can't betray her now."

"Who’s the girl, uncle Sam?" I was curious now.

"You can't go. I won't let you." He grabbed my arm and pushed me back onto the main stage. Everyone looked at me. It was embarrassing, so I kept quiet for a while. I wondered about the girl. Who was she? And why did Sam say I wanted this?

And then my eyes froze on the girl walking down the aisle. She was wearing the most beautiful wedding gown I ever saw. But no, it wasn't the expensiveness of the dress, but her elegance that was made the dress special. I felt my heart stop when I saw her. I knew her for ages, and she was made for me. My heart rate sped up as she walked towards the stage. Everyone was smiling at her. I was dying to see her face underneath her thick veil. She stepped on the stage and stood in front of me. She was looking down. It was hard to make out who she was through the thick net.

"Noah. You look handsome today." She raised her face.

I noticed those marvelous purple eyes, and the dimple on her cheek. Instantly, I recognized her. She was my sweetheart, Julie.

"When did this happen? We’re getting married?" I couldn't believe it. Julie was standing in front of me, in a beautiful white gown, and I was about to say my vows to her.

"What are you talking about? You wanted this so soon. I just fell madly in love with you,” she replied.

A good feeling was spreading inside my heart, because Julie was standing in front of me. I didn't know what really happened, but whatever did was good, and I didn't regret it.

"Thanks, Julie."

The father started the ceremony, and then we took our vows. Finally, he said the words, "You may now kiss your bride."

I wanted to jump in the air, because Julie was my wife now. I would enjoy every bit of my life with her, now onward. I lifted the net and looked in her eyes. But something was wrong. Those weren't her eyes. And the girl in the dress wasn't Julie.

Instead, it was Tonya.

***

"What?" I shouted. I woke up, sweating heavily.

"Noah, what happened?" It was nighttime, and Julie was lying next to me. She had her hand on my chest. It was the first time that a girl I fucked came and slept with me in the same bed afterwards.

"Nothing. Just a bad dream." Happiness filled my heart as I saw her beside me. It was nothing but a nightmare. But still, it was awful.

"I'll get water and come back."

"Kitchen is downstairs. Just turn right when you get down, and you will find it." I attempted to go back to sleep, feeling bothered.

***

Julie

I woke up with a shout from Noah. When I opened my eyes, I saw his body shuddering in fear. His face was clenched in terror. I shook his body to wake him up. Sweat was all over him.

"Noah, what happened?" I felt worried. Was something happening to him?

"Nothing. Just a bad dream," he said, and then smiled at me. That smile wiped out my worries. I realized I was thirsty, and after all, why wouldn't I be? The sex was exhausting, and awesome. We did it two times in one night. I never did it more than once when I was with Eddie, and Noah always seemed to be asking for more. But I had no energy left inside me, and seeing that, he said we’d fuck again tomorrow instead. I respected him for his thoughtfulness.

"I'll get some water and come back."

He told me where the kitchen was and went back to sleep. I walked down the stairs, wondering what kind of dream woke him up.

I looked around for a glass. I didn't have to struggle much, as the kitchen was neat and clean.

"There it is." I found one in a glass cupboard. I opened it, and a picture frame grabbed my attention. The frame was hidden inside the cabinet. The side of the picture was facing the wall behind. My curiosity took hold of me, and I turned it around. It was of a couple's engagement picture. A man was putting a wedding ring on a woman’s hand. That man was Noah.

Noah

When Julie left for the water, I tried to go back to sleep.  But I couldn't sleep thinking about her body.  She could use a banging on the kitchen table. That sounded like an awesome place to fuck. "Damn. I haven’t had this much fun in years. "

I got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen. "Here I come, Julie!" My cock was already pushing hard against my shorts. The feeling of having her in my house with me spread a strange peace over my mind. Where have I been without her? She belongs alongside me.

I snuck downstairs. I didn't want her to notice me before I grabbed her from the back and bent her on the kitchen table, lowered her panty and inserted my cock inside her wet pussy.

Damn you, Julie. You make me so horny.
My cock was already jumping inside my shorts, and I wasn't wearing anything to restrain it.

When I walked inside the kitchen, she was standing in front of the cabinet, looking at something. I ran and grabbed her from behind, whispering in her ear. "Beware. My cock is here to blow your mind."

And then I saw the thing she was holding in her hands. It was my engagement photograph with Tonya.

I was so happy that day. I had gifted to her my commitment, my life. But the return gift she gave me was beyond words. She betrayed me, like I meant nothing.

"Where did you find it?" My voice turned rude.

Julie pushed me away and stared, eyes filled with so many questions.

"I said, where did you find it?" My voice rose again.

"What is this, Noah?" She flashed the picture in front of me. She was making me angry.

"You shouldn't be sneaking around, looking at someone's private things!" I shouted at her.

She looked at me, and then at the picture. Tears came from her eyes. My heart broke at seeing her cry, but she had done something I could never forget. She invaded my private life, and I hated it.

She waited for a moment, but I didn't budge. She gave me a pity look and walked away, leaving the picture on the kitchen table.

"You shouldn't have touched that, Julie." An unimaginable pain filled my heart. I wanted to stop her. How could she prey on my past life like that?

I lifted the picture and sunk into a chair, staring at it. I heard the door shutting loudly. Julie must have left. But I was certain that my driver would take her where she wanted. He knew Julie, and he knew how important she had become to me in the last few days. I could trust him.

"Why did you do it, Julie? Why?" I couldn't resist punching the table in front of me. This woman, Tonya, managed my demise as a character. I had a tiny home emerge within my heart when I met Julie, and I was ready to trust again. I could see her sleeping next to me every night, and getting closer to her with each passing day. But then she did what she shouldn't have done. She dug up my previous engagement from my memory, and a flood of emotions came back.

My mind wandered to the day when I got engaged to the woman I loved with all my life.  From childhood, I knew that I would end up marrying Tonya. My dad had given his commitment to hers. My dad had passed away well before my engagement, but his promise stayed. Tonya

"Tonya, you can't imagine how happy I am today," I had whispered as I pushed the ring on her finger.

"I know. You’ve been desperate for this day." Her purple eyes lurked with her ego. Recently, I had been noticing that in her, but she was mine. I thought I didn’t need to care about whatever she showed me.

"You will be surprised to see the gift I got for you,” I said. I had bought a beachside villa for her, which we would visit to celebrate our extended honeymoon.

"I know about your little secret, sweetie. But I want the present I told you about earlier.”

I was surprised that she would mention such a disgusting thing at the time of our engagement. She had been asking me to arrange a threesome with another girl, and I had refused, because I wanted to remain loyal to her, and I had been. But she wanted to experience every sexual fantasy alive, and I couldn't let her do that.

"That's not happening, Tonya. Why do you want to do such a disgusting thing in the first place?" I replied, trying to keep my voice down. I didn't want a fight on our engagement day.

"Then I'll try it someday myself,” she whispered in my ear.

“Okay, sure." I smiled, showing to everyone we were having a great time, but in reality, I was scared to death. She meant every word she said. Five days later, she came home with two other men.

"Noah, I’m going to fuck these two dudes, and I want you to watch us. Only that way you’ll understand. It's so fun to this way. You ought to try it out." She smirked at me.

She looked at one of them and winked. A moment later, he charged at me.

I dodged him, and punched him in the gut. But then the other one pulled a gun out of his pocket, pointing it at my forehead. The metallic touch was scary. I had trained myself in mixed martial arts, but I wasn't accustomed to guns.

Fear passed through my spine. I didn't expect her to be so volatile. "Why are you doing this, Tonya? What did I do to you? I only wanted your love. I never even kissed another girl,” I moaned.

"Come on, Noah. You’re boring in bed.  I felt like sleeping the last time you fucked me." She paused. “When I first saw your cock, I was impressed. But then you fucked me soft. You didn't have the guts to fuck my brains out. You didn't even bang me harder, worrying that you would hurt me. God, I'm so tired of it. I just wanted to enjoy sex with you, and what you have given me in return?"

She slapped me hard as the other man tied me to the chair. "You’ll thank me, Noah, when you see how these monsters fuck me with their huge cocks." She caressed their dicks over their trousers.

"Why are you doing this to me? Just let me go, and do whatever the fuck you want!" I shouted as those man tore her clothes off of her. Then I saw them fucking every hole present in her body. I could’ve closed my eyes, but I didn't. She was giving me a lesson, and I would take that lesson to my heart.

That day changed my life. I became fierce in my business and my Monday ritual was born somewhere down the line. And I did exactly what she taught me. I fucked the brains out of every woman I fucked. I kissed no other woman, because I felt that no one deserved that kiss. Until I met Julie. Her soft lips and taut moves changed my mind. I was seeing a light at the end of tunnel.

But...

"Where did you get that picture?" Uncle Sam came into the kitchen.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, holding it up.

"I'm sorry. I hid it under the cabinet, thinking you’d never find it. I always said I would destroy it the day you found another girl."

"And I think I'm gonna lose her because you put this picture there." I realized my mistake. She didn't dig it up from somewhere. She must have found it, and looked at it when I walked in. She had left for only couple of minutes. I was wrong. Seeing the picture brought out the worst in me. I needed to find her and tell her the truth. I needed to apologize and make this right.