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Bill didn't know what had happened. His relationship with Margot turned sour overnight. He thought he had already gotten over Hillary because for the first time in years, he had actually desired a girl and was dreaming of future with her. And then, they had their major fight: Her refusal to go back to Arkansas with him.

Bill had been hinting that he would be resigning from his post because of Hillary's proximity, but of course, he didn't tell her that this was his true motivation. He told her that he was thinking of moving back to Arkansas now that he had a stable income. Margot wasn't willing to move to Little Rock with him, and at first, they brushed that off, but it became a point of tension between the two. To be fair, Bill was indeed planning to go back to Arkansas, just not this soon. But with Hillary looming, he needed to remove her from his life once and for all.

After a nasty fight with Margot while they were in her apartment, Bill was in no mood to get home. He thought of going to the restaurant and cooking something. Anything to distract him from his fight with Margot. But when he arrived, he thought he was alone. But he was wrong.

He found a teary Hillary, sitting on the kitchen while nursing a glass of Chardonnay.

Bill looked up into the ceiling. Oh dear God, why me...why now?

"Hey," Hillary sniffed. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just...I was just...I just left something," he lied. "I think I did. I couldn't find it in apartment so I thought I'd look here."

"Alright," she replied. She tossed a large ring of keys on to the tables from her bag. "Just look at the lost and found locker."

"Thanks," Bill got the key. He was about to go to the locker to "get" his stuff but he changed his mind halfway. "Are you alright."

"No," she replied. "I feel shit."

"Want me to make you a dessert, or...?"

"I'm fine," she told Bill. "I just want some privacy."

Bill was hesitant to leave her just like that, but pushing her might only provoke her. "Alright. I'll leave you to yourself."


Bill went to the lockers to "get" this stuff, but his mind was nowhere near them. He was aching to find out what was bothering Hillary. He knew he shouldn't meddle into her affairs, but seeing her cry like that made him want to kiss her pain away.

When he got back to the kitchen, he found her in a better shape than before, but nevertheless still devastated. His heart was yearning to comfort her, but his logical mind told him that he should protect himself from further pain. He gave a last glance at Hillary before deciding to leave.

But before he could do so, her voice caught him off-guard.

"I know what you're thinking, Bill," she said, her voice cracking.

He turned around. "What is it?"

"You think I deserve this," she said.

"What are you talking about?"

Hillary stood up, the glass of Chardonnay in her hand. "You think that I'm such a bitch that I deserve to be hurt."

"Sorry, Hillary. I really don't know what you are talking about."

"Sean and I are over," Hillary broke down into tears again. "I wanted him to marry me, but he was sick of me giving him deadlines, so he walked out on me."

Bill simply looked at her, stunned. He was processing the new information, and he didn't know what to feel about it.

"Go on, Bill! Gloat! Laugh on my face! Fuck Margot in front of me!" she dared him drunkenly, and then she broke down again "I'm so sorry for being such a bitch, Bill."

Bill was torn between hurt and vindicated. He was glad that Hillary finally felt remorse for what she did to him, but he didn't like she paid such a price for it.

Deciding that he would stay with her for a couple of minutes then leave, Bill turned back and sat beside her.

"I accept your apology," he said. "Thanks. I needed it, you know?"

"I should have done that when you first approached me," she replied. "But I was scared. I was scared because it meant that I acknowledge that I had feelings for you."

"I don't know if it still matters but I did," she added. "You were probably confused and hurt because you thought I was playing you. Well, I wasn't. Or at least, partly. I was just a coward to finally tell you that we wouldn't work and for jumping at you whenever you were near."

Bill had to admit that he felt good that she finally acknowledged that she hurt her, but he wasn't sure if she would have thought of it had she and Sean did not have a relationship-ending fight like this.

Feeling awkward regarding the whole situation, Bill decided that he was going to let her be. He was going to give her a soft pat on the shoulder just to be respectful, but when the moment his hand touched her shoulder, something had shifted in him, something that had been slumbering inside him had awoken and was now roaring.

Bill pulled her closer to him, and she didn't resist, telling him that it was okay. She meld into his body, her tears wetting his shirt, his body all too aware of her closeness. Pushing his bodily desires away, he kissed her forehead, letting her know that he was there for her.

Hillary let herself go, basking in his strength and warmth. With him, she felt safe. With him, she felt secure. With him, she felt loved.

Hillary didn't how it happened, but she found herself kissing Bill, and he was kissing back. His tongue deliciously swirled around her mouth, just the way she remembered it. She was taking him in, letting him explore her mouth, nipping, licking and sucking. Their noses bumped, their teeth clashed. But that slight friction was nothing compared to their hearts that beat as one.

After all the pain that Hillary had inflicted on Bill, she was more than willing to make it up to him. In record speed, she managed to unzip his pants and pull them down, revealing his already erect cock, standing proud for her to see. She knelt down and without warning, she took all of him in her mouth.

The more she made love to his cock with her mouth, the more aroused she get. Hearing Bill reduce into moans and grunts was a matter of pride for her. It even brought her joy. Of course, nothing stroked a woman's ego more than to see her man succumb to her seduction, but for Bill, it was an act of love.

"Oh, Hillary," Bill removed his cock from her mouth. "I am going to cum soon. I want to be inside you."

Hillary nodded. She let Bill remove her clothes and gently pushed her against the wall so he could enter her. Slowly, he slid in, and Hillary felt like she would almost be torn apart into two. 

"I'm sorry, babe," he apologized. "I didn't realize you weren't ready yet."

"It's alright," she gasped. "I can handle it."

Bill inserted her hand between her legs and played with her clit, and the effect was immediate. She gasped at the sudden surge of pleasure, masking the pain that she felt on her entrance. Bill felt the rush of her fluids on her cock. The more he played with her, the more she relaxed. In time, she was already thrusting herself against his cock, and Bill knew she was ready.

"Here I come," he said.

Bill pulled himself until he was completely out, and in one fell swoop, he rammed himself completely into her.

Any trace of her pain was completely gone, replaced only by a feeling of pure bliss. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the kitchen walls. Hillary relished the pounding that she received, slowly edging herself towards her climax.

But she was an impatient woman. She wanted to cum, and she wanted to cum now. She wanted to cum with him, to roll over the edge and find him waiting on the other side, and then to hold her as she cuddled against his strong chest...

Her fantasy was broken when Bill told her that he was cumming soon. Since they coupling was out of the blue, nobody thought of using protection. But luckily, Hillary had always been on the pill.

"Cum inside me," she urged him. "Fill me with your cum."

And that was all Bill needed. He pumped into her, hard and fast, his cock plunging into her entrance again and again and again. He was so close, so damn close. He could feel the first stirrings of his orgasm, and hers as well.

White hot ecstasy shot all over their veins as they climaxed together. He shot his cum inside her as she squeezed his cock with her walls. As they came down from their high, the reality slowly sunk in, but neither thought badly of what they had done. In fact, they were relieved, because it was the true longings that they had tried to suppress for years.

They cleaned up and helped each other dress in silence. There was no need for words, for they had said everything through their actions. When they were about to head out, they suddenly realized that they didn't know where to go.

For Bill, this was a no-brainer.

"Come to my place, Darlin," he said, smiling.

Hillary had no desire to resist. She happily held his hand and followed him, realizing that she should have done that years ago.