Strange Sympathy: Chapter 14 - Contemplations

*FUCK!* Lauren thought to herself. *FUCK FUCK FUCK!* She felt a nervous dread in her stomach, this building anxiety that felt kind of cold and numb with a weird stretching sensation coming from her gut, just below her ribcage. Her pulse was beating in her temples. It felt like time had stopped, she wished that it had so she wouldn't have to face this conversation with Dave.

Why was this happening? Why did this idiot have to go and say he loved her? *He's NOT in love with me!* She knew he was only in love with the side of her that she'd shown him and it's a side of her that she could only keep up for so long before she needed to get away from him.

Dave's words echoed in her mind. She stood there as he held her but she didn't say anything. She did *not* hug him back. She didn't know what to do and she wished she could just evaporate right then and there. She wanted to go home and escape whatever this situation was about to turn into. Why did feelings have to get involved? Couldn't they just have their fun with no strings attached?

Dave could feel how tense she was. He had not meant to say it, he was just caught up in the moment and it had just slipped out. In his heart he felt like it was true and he was glad he had said it. "It's ok, you don't need to say it back. I just wanted to say it. I wanted you to know how I feel about you Sweetheart. I feel so close to you. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you. The last couple of weeks have been amazing to me and it's all because of you, My Love" He poured his heart out to her.

Each term of endearment seared into her brain as she listened to his words, as though he had just produced a branding iron and started marking his territory.

Dave let go of Lauren and stepped back so he could look at her. She was staring into space.

"Hey!" He said, "Come back to me Sweetheart, please." he pleaded, looking into her eyes. He grabbed and squeezed her upper arms gently. She looked back at him. "Look, I get that you don't seem to be into me in that way but I wish you would consider it..." He went to hug her again...

Lauren ducked out of the way and bent over to pick up her clothes. She got dressed without saying anything.

"Please, would you like to stay for dinner? I'll order in, we can talk this out!" Dave pleaded.

"I'd rather forget you ever said that." She said as she made her way out of the bedroom and to the front door.

Dave ran after her. He was starting to panic, thinking that he had blown it and would never get to have sex with Lauren again. Why did he have to say that and ruin such a great moment? He was always letting his emotions get in the way.

Lauren had stopped to put on her shoes and Dave stepped in front of the door. "Please stay and talk to me, I guess I shouldn't have said that but what exactly are we even doing here? What is the end goal?"

*End goal?! WTF?* "Dave, I don't want to talk about this right now. Please let me go or I will kick you so hard in the balls that you won't be able to walk for a week - and I *won't* be back to look after you!"

"I'm sorry..." Dave whispered as he moved out of the way. "*Please,* I just.... I don't want to lose you... I'll take whatever I can get." He pleaded desperately.

Lauren opened the door, "Then take what I offer and don't try to force this into something that it isn't!" Lauren yelled before walking out and slamming the door behind her. She walked across Dave's front yard and just as she reached her driveway she heard a car approaching from behind. It was Candice's white hatchback. They made eye contact as Candice drove by. They glared at each other. *Did she see me cutting across Dave's yard?* Dave did have a lot of trees in his front yard, perhaps Candice only saw Lauren once she was already on her own property.

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Later that night, Lauren was sitting in the bathtub. She sighed to herself, why did this always have to happen? Weren't girls supposed to be the clingy ones? Why was it that every time she got close to someone new, he would always end up telling her he loved her within weeks of connecting and ruining everything? Why couldn't she just be a friend or a sexual play partner without the guy trying to stake a claim on her? She didn't want any commitment. She was always planning her escape route and she needed to be free to escape when she needed to.

She thought about what life with Dave might be like if they were a couple. Would it be like the other night when they were sitting around watching TV? She was bored just thinking about it. If it were up to him, would it mean celebrating special occasions with his terrible family? Annoying encounters with his ex wife? Faking a smile while choking back her annoyance whenever Dave made one of his stupid jokes? She didn't even know if she liked him as a person.

She was happy with her life the way it was. She really liked her sexual encounters with Dave when they didn't really need to talk and she just got to fulfill her sexual desires and leave, couldn't that just be enough? Spending too much time together would ruin the fantasy. She didn't want him to see behind the curtain, all of her messy personal issues. Her psychological trauma would leak into their relationship and poison it. He said he would take what he could get but would he really be willing to let this go?

Lauren sighed, *I guess I'll just have to see what happens,* she concluded.

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Dave laid in his bed alone, it was 9 pm on Saturday night. He felt a heavy weight in his heart. Had he blown it with Lauren today? He didn't know what to do, he wanted to call her, to go to her door and see her - but doing what he wanted was what lead to this mess so he decided to just give her space. He should have known better than to try to push for something more with her. Why would someone like her want to be with someone like him anyway? But then again, why would someone like her want to have sex with someone like him? What was it she had said before she left?... *"then take what I offer and don't try to force this into something that it isn't..."*

Dave suddenly felt a pang of hope: she said she didn't want to talk right now, she didn't say she never wanted to see him again. She said "take what I offer," did that mean that she was still offering? Maybe he hadn't blown it after all. Perhaps he would contact her tomorrow.

He thought about when she threatened to kick him in the balls when he was blocking the door, why did he think that was so hot when she said it? Thinking back on it, her "punishment" this afternoon was actually pretty sexy in hindsight. He didn't like it in the moment, but seeing how desperate she was to make it up to him made him realize he probably took more offense than she had intended because of his past experiences. Maybe he could get her to "punish" him again in the future. He kind of liked the idea of letting her kick him in the balls and then making it up to him. Or some lighter ballbusting punishment role play, like when she had done with her knee this afternoon, but consensual so he knew she wasn't actually mad at him.

Dave went into his kitchen and grabbed a wooden spoon. He laid back in bed and tied his balls up with the drawstring from his pajamas. He stroked his dick and imagined Lauren was there doling out some punishment. He laid there and jacked off while hitting himself in the balls with the wooden spoon until he came.

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