We had met through a mutual friend, and enjoyed a platonic relationship for several weeks, having lunch or dinner together, attending art shows, the o...era and occasionally sitting side by side in the library reading fiction for hours. I preferred lurid tales of love and lust, while she was interested in psychology. After being together for 18 months we still felt compatible and comfortable with each other in our daily lives. There seemed to be no annoying habits that irritated either of us. We. Her neighbors here were like her, gone during the weekdays. No one would hear her cries for help. Odd, she thought to herself, that she had only now thought of calling for help.His hands were on her body again. He started at her neck and began exploring, touching her intimately. He squeezed her breasts in passing, moved down to her tummy, her hips, pausing to cup her crotch. She heard him chuckle. He could feel the heat coming from her cunt. He stroked the length of her legs to her feet, then. I watched for the word refrigerator and she never said it and I enjoyed her breasts and then I slid my pants down keeping between her legs. I grabbed my cock and let go of her legs long enough to put a condom on. I noted if she really didn't want this, she could have pushed me off of her and possibly escape. I slid my wrapped cock up to her sweet folds and she was dripping wet. I pushed and I easily slipped inside her, she kept her eyes averted away from me as if trying to will herself to. She was suckering me into a“conversation” about the money, which meant she wasgoing to be nice, then bitchy, then nice, then bitchy,angry, demanding and screaming, Jessie would wake up andstart crying because “we” were fighting � when Iwouldn’t have been fighting at all. It was so fuckingfamiliar. I really wouldn’t care if she was a good mother to ourdaughter, but she would waste money on cigarettes andphones, apps and other shit she didn’t need..