This story is the follow up to Punish Me, Again... while you don't have to read the first parts, it will give you a richer picture if you do.
Even now, as Robin ran down the stairs from Matt's apartment, her disloyal pussy still tingled as she replayed in her mind how Holly had licked her pussy and finger-fucked her while his thick cock had been pumping in her mouth at the same time.
She had done it for him, she was certain, she was absolutely certain that she had never told him that she wanted to be with a woman. What she had done was naively think, that in pleasing him, that by doing as he had asked, he would forgive her and take her back. However, the image of him spitting on his cock and then pushing it into Holly's wet hole as his fat thumb probed her ass, was burned into her mind and she could still hear him telling Holly how he was going to pump her full of his come, completely ignoring her. Robin was left standing, like a spare hand at a wanker's wedding. Her pussy pulsed yet again as she remembered how it had felt when Holly had sucked her swollen little clit into her mouth, all the while fingering her g-spot with deft, quick digits until she had exploded in orgasm. God, it had felt amazing! God, she felt so fucking confused right now.
She was turned on still, but hurt and so bloody rejected and angry that she actually felt ill. She was shaking. Hurt was the most prominent emotion and her cheeks were wet with tears. She could barely see where she was going, her vision was so blurred. He had used her yet again. She had let him hurt her again. What the fuck had become of her?
As she stumbled downwards, faster and faster, she bumped against the walls like some sort of human pinball. Catching her elbow on the ornate banister, she cried out from the pain and her sobs became harder and noisier. She reached the exit door of the building, crashed against it and blindly fought to turn the lock, desperately trying to open it, to get out, to escape from this place, from this hurt, this unbearable angst.
She finally managed to unlatch the lock and she burst through the doorway, turning left, looking for her car. She didn't see it and as she spun around in the other direction, she ran full force into someone coming the other way. She yelped as her handbag went flying, spilling its contents onto the sidewalk. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she exclaimed and without even looking at the person she'd bashed into, she dropped swiftly to her knees and began to scrabble blindly, trying to gather her things.
She heard a man's voice say, "Hey, are you okay?" And then, "Robin? Robin, is that you?"
Robin hands moved blindly picking up her purse, of course all of the coins had fallen out and rolled in every direction, her make up was scattered everywhere. She was crying uncontrollably now and her tears were splashing onto the concrete. She felt a hand on her shoulder and became aware of a figure crouching beside her.
"Robin, stop."
She ignored him, kept crying and trying to gather her spilled things, dropping them as often as she managed to grasp them, as if she were wearing thick oven gloves.
"Robin!" His hand pressed firmly on her shoulder, stopping her from what she was doing and forcing her to look up at him.
She blinked away the tears and looked, seeing a face that she recognised, one that was etched with of concern. It was Jake.
Jake? Shit! Could things get any worse? Jake was her oldest brother's best friend, she'd known him most of her life and she did not want or need any of this getting back to Robert, or the rest of the family for that matter. When she had split with Matt, well, more accurately, when Matt had unceremoniously dumped her, they had all come out of the woodwork, professing their intense dislike for him. They had each said to her how terrible Matt was for her, what a bad match they had been, how much she had changed while she had been with him. Her brother, Robert, had actually said that Matt had been 'a despicable, controlling cunt who wasn't worthy of cleaning her shoes'. He'd even offered to have him 'sorted out', although of course she had refused that, saying that violence never solved anything. She had found herself defending him, making excuses for his behaviour, making excuses for her own behaviour. Of course, now she could see what a weak pathetic fool she had been to stay with him, to do the things she had said and done, to have been completely at his beck and call.
She was snapped out of her reverie by Jake's voice, "Robin, what the fuck's going on? Look, you're bleeding!"
She looked down at her legs and saw that her stockings were torn at the knees, grazed and bloody from where she had thrown herself to the pavement to pick up her things. She sat staring at them and then she began to howl, a primal cry, like a wounded animal or an abandoned baby. She had no thought of what anyone would think if they saw or heard her, she just cried and cried.
"Robin, were you at Matt's house? This is where he lives, isn't it? Did he hurt you? Did that fucking bastard lay a finger on you? I'll kill him, I'll fucking kill him!" Jake spat.
"No, no. I'm fine," she sobbed. "I just need to get home. My car's over there," she waved weakly in the general direction. "Jake, please don't tell anyone. You can't tell Robert, please Jake, please! Promise me? I'm begging you"
Jake stroked her shoulder, deep in thought, "Okay, well, first things first. Let's get you home."
He quickly scooped up her things and stuffed them into her handbag, looking around to see if he'd missed anything and leaning over to pick up the few stray coins which had rolled towards the kerb. "I think I've got everything, Robin. Come on, I'll drive you home," he said, clutching her keys.
Jake put his arms around her shoulders and helped her onto to her feet. "I want to know what happened to you, why you're in this state. You look awful, Robin, really awful. I'm very concerned."
Robin simply continued to cry, her shoulders shaking, tears streaming down her face and as she went to reply, she half sneezed, snot exploding from her nose. "Oh god, I don't want to talk about it," she mewled as she delved into her bag for a tissue then blew her nose, loudly.
Jake said nothing, just opened the passenger door to help her in. He got in the other side and started the engine. Robin pulled down the sun visor to look at her face in the mirror. When she saw her reflection, she began to cry even harder, she looked terrible. Mascara halfway down her puffy cheeks, swollen lips, her skin was red and blotchy from crying. Jake put out his arm and snapped the visor shut. "Stop that," he ordered. "We'll be back at yours soon. Just relax until we get there."
When they arrived at her apartment, Jake got out and opened Robin's door for her, arm around her shoulder once more, helping her out of the car and to her building. As they reached her door, he fumbled for the correct key, finally found it and let them inside. They ascended the stairs and he never let her go, gently squeezing and rubbing her shoulders as they went. Robin was glad, his presence was having a calming effect on her.
He took her through to the living room and sat her down on the sofa, lifting a throw-blanket and wrapping it around her. Robin just sat there, numb, her body still shaking with silent cries although the tears had stopped. He made sure that she was comfortable and then went to the kitchen and she could hear him fill the kettle, open and close cupboards. "I'm making you some tea, Robin," he called. "You seem kind of traumatised to be honest and I think some tea will calm you down."
She smiled weakly and said, "Thank you, Jake."
She heard him leave the kitchen and go into the bathroom. When he came out, she could hear the noise of water running and a floral scent began to waft into her nostrils. Then he came back from the kitchen, with two large steaming mugs. He sat them down on the small coffee table and pulled it closer to the sofa, within Robin's reach, before going back to the kitchen, only to appear seconds later with a plate of cookies. He stood for a moment, smiling and Robin looked up at him, starting to feel embarrassed now. He leaned over and lightly rubbed her shoulders through the fluffy throw. "Back in a minute," he said, leaving the room again.
She could hear the sound of water being run into the bath and then she heard him move to her bedroom. "Oh shit," she thought. "Have I left anything lying there that shouldn't be?"
Then she heard him go back to the bathroom and a few minutes later he reappeared and sat back down beside her on the sofa. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him.
Robin took a sip of the hot, sweet tea then replied, "I'm feeling a little better thank you, Jake. This is really good of you, to do this I mean. You didn't have to you know. Don't you have to go? Won't Susan be wondering where you are?"
Jake's face fell slightly and he looked at her. "Didn't Robert tell you? Susan and I broke up a few months ago, love. It was all very amicable, we'd just grown apart. I mean, we'd been together since uni and we both wanted different things. Plus, you know she got offered a job in Perth? Well, it just seemed like a natural time to break things off."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jake. I never knew… I've not really been around very much lately. I've been kind of preoccupied with, well... you know… Hey, Perth isn't so far though. It's only a few hours on the train, Jake. Is there no chance you could stay together?"
Jake smiled ruefully at her, "Perth, Australia. It's just a little far to commute. No, it was the right thing to do. As I say, we'd really become purely platonic. I mean, I've been so busy with work and her career is really starting to take off now. I think that we'd only have held each other back. I think we'll always be good friends, Robin. I love her very much, but just not in that way."
Robin felt a little embarrassed. She and Jake had always gotten along very well. Even when she was younger and her brother used to tease her and make life hell at home, Jake had always stood up for her and been kind to her. He had been a constant in her life since she'd been very young. They'd kissed more than once, usually at Christmas time, but it had never gone any further than that. He'd seen her naked, running around the house in various states of undress over the years. She wondered what might have happened if they had… "I'm sorry, Jake," she didn't know what else to say. She wondered briefly if she smelled of sex, if that was why he had ran her a bath. She shook her head.
"Hey, you've nothing to be sorry for, sweetie," he smiled, pulling her in close and kissing her forehead. "It's all water under the bridge now and while I will miss her, of course, I am absolutely fine with it.
