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Unsung Heroes

Ch. 15 Phone Sex and Ex Boyfriends

Ch. 15 Phone Sex and Ex Boyfriends
To say Maya staying at my apartment wasn’t uncomfortable would be the understatement of the century. Maya avoided me at every turn, and when I got a blow up mattress in the spare room and some lighting and a dresser in there as well, she started hiding in there without really coming out unless it was to eat or go to the bathroom.
She’s been here for a week, and so far, she’s been more concerned with getting physically better before trying to make Mitch leave her apartment, since technically he’d moved in with her after I kicked him out. I was starting to get a little impatient, but she’s working and she gets her checks upfront, so she’s been paying about a third of the rent so that she wasn’t freeloading.
Not that I blamed her, really. Being in the situation she was for three months really knocked the stuffing out of her. She became a shell of who she used to be, and it was kinda heartbreaking, really. She used to be really open and be the person to get people to go out with her and she was also the person to notice first if you weren’t doing okay. Now, all she does is hide in her room, watch TV, cuddle with Tokyo and Killer, and play with her phone.
Believe it or not, the only person she was really willing to talk to was Jinxx. Jinxx texted me about a day after he met her via Skype and asked me for her cell number. With permission from her, I gave it to him, and whenever I do see her, unless it’s during a time when they’re performing or doing interviews/meet and greets, she was glued to her phone with the biggest smile on her face, giggling every now and then, either texting him or on the phone with him.
So far, Mitch hasn’t come around looking for her. He keeps messaging and calling her, leaving some pretty threatening messages about her leaving without his okay and not answering his calls or texts. Maya tried to ignore him, but she told me that if he physically came after her, she’d take her phone to the police and get a restraining order against him.
Ash texted me all day long, and sent me little video messages of him and the band acting like goofballs or him sending me little cute messages, so it wasn’t like we were any better than Maya and Jinxx, anyways. I sent him just as many texts, and every now and then, I sent him videos of his dogs or of me.
I was in the middle of my shift on Wednesday when I got a text from him. All it said was:
I’M ALL ALONE ON THE BUS, INDY ;)
My eyes widened, and I went to Barb to tell her I was going on my break before going into the backroom and into the (thankfully) private bathroom that I could lock myself into to be alone and sat down on the toilet.
I sent a quick text:
I HAVE 30 MINUTES
He immediately called me, his face lighting up my screen until I pressed accept and nervously pressed my phone to my ear.
“Hey Baby,” He whispered lustily into my ear. “I miss you so much you have no idea. Today during the show, all these girls flashed their tits at me and threw bras onstage. All I could think about was how much I needed you so bad to drive them away so I could show them that I belong to someone who’s so beautiful, sexy, smart…” his voice trailed off and he sighed.“I’m counting the minutes until I see you.”
I smiled. “I leave Friday afternoon, Ash. You’ll see me then, and then we can… pick up from where we left off.”
He moaned into my ear. “Indy, I need you so badly right now. What are you wearing right now?”
I glanced down quickly to double check. “I’m wearing a Purdygirl shirt you gave me, but one that’s a size too small and I cut the collar off because it was at my neck and was uncomfortable, so that my boobs are practically falling out and are getting squeezed at the same time. I have on ripped black skinny jeans, creepers, and I’m wearing my nametag. My hair is still really blue.”
He moaned. “I’m naked,” he whispered. “Everyone’s out right now, and won’t be back for a long time. How long do you have?”
I checked the time on my phone quickly. “Now I have 28 minutes.”
“Indy, take off your shirt, and your bra,” he ordered firmly. “And then I want you to start playing with your tits.”
I sighed and set the phone down gently on the edge of the sink so that I could take off my shirt and bra, my nipples getting hard in the chilled air, and then picked my phone back up.
“Okay,” I said. “My nipples are all hard.” I reached up to fondle the left one gently and let out a shaky breath into the phone.
He moaned. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now, Indy. I am so hard right now that it’s starting to get painful.”
I started to palm my breast, making it tingle and send shivers down my spine to my pussy, which was starting to feel hot and started to become sensitive with the friction that my skinnies and black lace panties were creating.
“Baby, is it too much of a hassle for you to take your pants off?” He murmured throatily.
I looked down at them and assessed the situation… assessed, haha.
“They’re pretty tight, but I can tell you that the friction they’re creating is making me hot,” I whispered.
He sighed. “Is it virtually impossible?”
Pursing my lips, I set my phone down again and stood up to push my pants down my legs (with difficulty) to my ankles and pushed my panties down my thighs – and moaning slightly when my wet warmth hit the air – and sat back down on the toilet.
When I sat down on the toilet and picked my phone back up, I was shaking slightly.
“Okay, I’m good now,” I whispered into the phone.
The breath that came shakily through the phone made me quiver all over, mainly in my hot center, which I had to press my thighs together to create friction and protect my pussy from the open air.
“Indy, I want you to touch yourself and tell me what you’re doing.” Ash’s voice was so firm and low and controlling that it turned me on even more, and I could feel myself become even more slick.
“O-okay,” I whispered, reaching down with my free hand to run my hand along my pussy, spreading my legs to give my hand some room. I let out a quiet moan into the phone, and I could hear Ash gasp into the phone and I could faintly hear skin being rubbed in the background.
“I’m rubbing my clit,” I whispered. “I’m so sensitive, Ash. I’m not gonna last long.”
“That’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m not either, but I don’t want you to cum until I do so we can cum together.” Oh god, this man was gonna be the death of me.
Oh meu deus Ash eu preciso de você tão ruim,” I hissed into the phone.
He gasped suddenly. “Baby, say more in Portuguese, it turns me on so much.” I could hear the rubbing skin sound get faster.
Ash, minha buceta é tão molhada agora , eu preciso do seu pênis dentro de mim e quando eu vê-lo na sexta-feira , vamos fazer com que todos no sono ônibus privado , porque eu vou fazer você gritar,” I purred, fondling my swollen lips and slipping a finger inside.
He gasped. “Oh my god, I don’t know what you just said, but if you say anything else that, I’m going to cum.”
By this point, I was fingering myself hard and was gasping and moaning shallowly into the phone and I was shaking.
“Ash, I have three fingers in me.”
His breath hitched. “Oh God. Are you close?”
I nodded but said, “Uh-Huh.”
His breathing quickened even more. “Me too, tell me when you’re going to cum.”
I pressed my fingers further into my core, and my breath got even shallower, and I could feel my pussy start to clench around my fingers and knew I was even closer.
“I’m almost there, Ash.” I whispered.
“Me too.”
I gasped into the phone, and with each thrust of my hand, my gasping got faster and higher.
“Babe, don’t cum yet, let me get there, too!” He breathed into the phone.
“Ash, please, I need to cum!” I whined.
“Cum with me, Indigo,” Ash whispered.
I threw my head back and bit my lip as I came, so that instead of screaming, I let out a low moan through my teeth.
I could hear Ash gasping and he kept saying “Fuck!” over and over again.
I leaned against the back of the toilet, trying to catch my breath. “That was intense.”
He laughed. “Yeah, but nothing close to actually being with you.” Aw, that’s sweet.
I smiled. “I can’t wait to see you Friday. I fly in around four, so unfortunately I’ll have just missed BVB’s set, but we’ll have all night.”
Little did Ash know that I was actually flying in at noon, and Juliet, who wasn’t performing then, was going to come get me at the airport so I could surprise Ash during his set.
“I miss you so much, and I wish you could see the set on Friday. But you’ll see it Saturday and Sunday, so I guess that’s good, too.”
“I love you so much, Ash,” I said fondly, standing to pull my pants up and leaned down to grab my bra and shirt.
“I love you too, Kitten.” Ew, that nickname.
“Are you gonna keep that name?”
I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Yes, I am. So you better get used to it.”
“Alright, Purdyboy.”
He laughed. “Don’t you have to get back to work?”
FUCK! I have a minute left!
“Yes, so I have to go now,” I said sadly.
“I’ll talk to you later, Baby.” He sounded disappointed to get off the phone, though.
“By Babe,” I said, hanging up after he said bye.
I made a noise of frustration and washed my hands, brushing my slightly sweaty fringe from my forehead.
Friday couldn’t come any sooner.
I got a sudden text from Ash.
JINXX WANTS TO SEE MAYA. MAYBE NOT THIS TRIP, BUT COULD SHE COME WITH YOU TO THE NEXT ONE?
I sent a message back.
WE’LL SEE. SHE’S STILL ALL WEIRD FROM MITCH AND HIDES IN HER ROOM ALL DAY, BUT WE’LL SEE.
When I opened the door, Barb was standing at the fridge, and her face was bright red. Oh god, was she listening?! Pervert.
“Hey Barb,” I said brightly, trying to act like nothing happened. “I’m gonna go back to work now... so… yeah!” I walked out before she could say anything to me.
I walked over to the storage and took out a box of QUEEN band shirts and took them out to arrange them on a display that was running low.
As I stood there arranging them by size, a sudden tight grip on my shoulder made me gasp aloud as I was turned to see, much to my displeasure, a very angry and drunk looking Mitch, who was wearing pajama pants, running shoes, and a grease-stained wifebeater. His breath reeked of alcohol and he smelt like he hadn’t showered in a week, at least.
“Indigo,” he slurred/growled. “Where… where the fuj is Mayya?” He said in a voice that was meant to be menacing.
I shook him off and stood back so that I wouldn’t throw up from the intensity of his odor.
“I don’t know,” I said innocently. “How would that be any of my business, anyway?”
He snorted. “Don’t… don’t be stupid, Indyyy! The day sssshe left I could… I could… your deodorant!” He half shouted half meshed. “She’sss ig…igno…. She won’t text me back!”
I froze. Oh god, what now? I could see customers eying us warily, and Barb, who’d by this point had come out of the break room, was looking at me cautiously and had pulled her phone from her pocket, prepared to call the cops.
“Maybe she bought some of the same kind, I don’t know. And if she left you, big fucking deal! And get out of my face before I throw you out!” I hissed, pushing him away. He stumbled into a clothing rack and fell over, knocking the rack back a few feet as it was on wheels.
Barb took this moment to walk over. “What’s going on?”
I pointed at Mitch. “This crazy man is my ex and he won’t leave me alone! He’s drunk and is disturbing the customers.”
Barb sized him up as he stumbled to his feet, and then she looked at me disbelievingly. “You dated this loser?”
I nodded, and she pretended to gag. “Wow, honey, I can honestly say that you are doing MUCH better than this… I don’t even know what to call him.”
He glared at us and then when Barb spoke he focused on her. “Shut up, you bitch, thiss has nothingk to do with you!” At least he was starting to sober up.
Barb glared him down, her lime green contacts making her look more like a cat staring down its prey.
“Dude, if you don’t leave right now, I’m going to have to call the authorities and have you removed from the premises.”
Mitch rolled his eyes, and, without saying another word, stumbled out of the store and down the street where he disappeared around a corner, and was gone.
Barb looked up at me. “You better go get a stiff one after work tonight. You’re gonna need it.” Oh you have NO IDEA, Barb.
I laughed in response. “Yeah, probably.”
My eyes widened at the sudden realization that Mitch might wander off towards my apartment, so I sent a quick text to Maya for her to either lock herself in or to hide out somewhere else until I got there. I didn’t need to come back to an apartment spattered with blood, or to find it in shambles.
She sent me back a message saying that she was at work, but she’d stay in places with lots of people until I sent her a message that it was safe to come back, and I told her that I would just come by and walk her back, even though I wasn’t allowed in the record store anymore. I’d just stand outside until Maya was ready to come back.
I spent most of my shift quickly putting things on shelves and arranging displays and ringing up customers’ purchases, looking over my shoulder the whole time like I was expecting Mitch to come back even though he never did. Maybe he wandered into an alley somewhere and passed out, I don’t know, as long as he stays away from me and from Maya. I don’t think he’d go to Angel, he was kind of afraid of her.
What would she do while I was gone this weekend, though? Would she hide in my apartment the whole time, or would she go to Angel, or would she last minute buy a ticket to go with me to Warped?
I shook my head and continued to put stuff on the displays until 4:30, when my shift ended. I clocked out and went swiftly over to the record store on my bike, thankful for once for the backseat I had installed after Mitch gave me the bike.
When I got there, Maya was finishing her shift, nervously looking around and sneaking little annoyed looks at Agnes, who seemed to just be standing there complaining at her. Agnes hadn’t changed any, and was wearing a green v-neck and a black and white flannel and baggy faded jeans and her coke-bottle glasses.
Maya was wearing a black t-shirt and red skinnies and her hair was brushed back with a red headband and her combat boots.
I got off my bike and leaned against it, watching quietly and looking at my phone, when I heard a voice.
“I thought I told you that if I ever saw you here again I would call the police!” I looked up to see Agnes standing there, angrily tapping her foot.
Rolling my eyes, I got off my bike so that I stood over her, and she shrank back a bit.
“I’m not in the store, Agnes, so you can’t do that. I’m waiting for Maya to take her home, so really you have no jurisdiction now. And now that you’re no longer my manager, I have no problem telling you that you’re a spoilt brat and that going to college doesn’t make you a big shot, especially if you’re managing a small, failing record store. So go back to your books and leave me alone you bitch!” By this point she’d shrunk underneath me and I was shouting at her, and her eyes were wide. When I took a step forward, she squawked and ran back into the store.
Maya, who’d been watching the whole time, was giggling furiously behind her hand, and I grinned as I watched her go into the backroom and come back out five minutes later with her bag and walked swiftly out of the store to me.
“What did you say to Agnes to freak her out like that?” She asked as she got behind me on my bike and took my helmet to put it on.
I smiled. “Just what I had wanted to tell her since the day I had the unfortunate displeasure of meeting her.”
Maya laughed out loud, but it was muffled by the helmet. Kick-starting the engine of the bike, I felt Maya’s arms close around my waist and her legs up behind mine as I brought one up and pushed off the ground with the other onto the road. I weaved in and out of traffic all the way back to the apartment and slid into my usual spot in front of it, shutting the engine off and propping the stand.
Maya jumped off the back and handed me my helmet before turning to go to the entrance of the building and wait for me as I locked the bike and grabbed my bag.
Walking with Maya up the stairs to the apartment was quite uncomfortable, as neither of us said anything the whole way up. When we reached the apartment I could hear Killer and Tokyo barking excitedly and jumping at the door.
Smiling, I carefully opened the door to keep them from running out and slid in carefully, Maya doing the same and following me inside.
“Hello, puppies,” I said happily, leaning down to pick up Killer and Tokyo went to Maya, as he seemed to favor her and Killer seemed to favor me. “Were you two good while we were out?” Killer started to cheerfully lick at my hand.
“I wish I had dogs like these,” Maya sighed. “But my landlord is so weird about animals. It would take me weeks just to get a goldfish.”
I laughed and set Killer down on the couch. “Yeah, but these two are more than a handful, already. They’re so attached to Ash it’s kind of adorable. Every time I skype him with them in the room they freak out because they can hear his voice.”
Maya “awed” and set Tokyo down next to Killer so that they could curl up together in the corner of the couch, practically on top of each other.
“Hey Maya, do you have plans this weekend?” I asked, suddenly remembering Ash’s text from earlier.
She looked at me funny, “No, but aren’t you going to Warped Tour?” She looked confused as she went to the fridge and pulled out a diet soda.
Nodding, I followed her to the kitchen and took out a beer from the fridge. “Yeah, but I was wondering if there were any plane tickets available for the same trip. Jinxx really wants to see you and Ash asked me to see if you were available. If not this time then next time. But to be honest, I’d rather you come with me this weekend because of what Mitch did today, and I can just ask Angel or one of Ash’s friends to watch the dogs while we’re gone. You can surprise Jinxx.”
She smiled. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll see if there are any tickets left.” She walked into her room and I could hear her turn her laptop on.
I grabbed a bag of Salt and Pepper Kettle Chips and walked into the living room, settling on the couch with my soda and chips and the dogs, who’d moved to be surrounding me, and turned on the TV to Netflix. Turning on the movie Mary and Max, I curled up on the couch, popping a chip into my mouth.
Maya came out of her room to sit next to me and take a chip. “I just bought a ticket on the same flight as you, so yeah.” She smiled. “How will I get it?”
I took a swig of soda. “I’m sure because we’re all cozy with the band on the main stage that they’ll let you in, especially if you’re with me. Jinxx will probably wrestle anyone who tries to kick you out, anyways.” Maya laughed.
Looks like things were finally turning out for the better.

Notes

Translations:
Oh meu deus Ash eu preciso de você tão ruim: oh my fucking god Ash i need you so bad
Ash, minha buceta é tão molhada agora , eu preciso do seu pênis dentro de mim e quando eu vê-lo na sexta-feira , vamos fazer com que todos no sono ônibus privado , porque eu vou fazer você gritar: Ash , my pussy is so wet right now, I need your cock inside me and when I see you on Friday , we will make everyone on the bus sleep deprived because I will make you scream

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Comments

@Red Phoenix77
I write it out on Microsoft word and then copy and paste. Usually if I type it out directly it lags and refuses to let me edit it. When I write it out and copy and past, it shows paragraph breaks. Maybe it reads differently on other computers or something, but I have always been able to distinguish the paragraphs with my computer.

BlackIris BlackIris
11/12/18

I don't know how it would work on a phone, but I figured out on my computer that I have to click the Enter key twice at the end of a paragraph to get it to space, because just indenting doesn't work on here.

Red Phoenix77 Red Phoenix77
11/11/18

@BlackIris
Im reading on my phone and there are no spaces between each of the paragraphs. It might justf be my phone

@BlackVeilFireGirl99
Thanks. I don't know what medium you're using to read my story, but on my computer it shows separate paragraphs. I don't indent as it takes forever to do and doesn't always read. This site doesn't always like to allow me to edit and upload the way I would in any other scenario.

BlackIris BlackIris
11/1/18

This is a good story but you need to put spaces between the paragraphs otherwise its really hard to read as its just a giant block of text other then that I love the story. Its certainly and interesting read.