3rd
brb archivin’
As he squirted the mustard into the shape of a happy face, he couldn’t help but make a happy face himself. There’s nothing quite like doing something nice for someone you love, he thought to himself. Love. There was that word again. He hadn’t actually uttered it aloud to her, but he knew what he felt. He knew it had to be love. He placed a slice of swiss cheese over the mustard. And how could it not be? Love, after all, was completely counterlogical, and some of the things he’d done just to be with her flew in the face of everything he had ever wanted for himself. He even transferred to a school with a less focused engineering program, completely lacking in prestige, just to be closer to her. But he knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was her. Sure, his friends told him he was whipped. But, he thought, what is so whipped about finding the one and doing all you can to hold on to that? Jealous, the lot of them, he concluded. He began to think of all the pleasures she had brought him. He entertained past memories of her as she lovingly grasped his shaft and drew it into her waiting mouth. His pants bulged with the thought. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why he had been the one to make every change, every sacrifice. He didn’t mind, of course, and would do it all again, but sometimes he wondered if she’d do the same for him. In fact, he scretly worried she wouldn’t. It’s insignificant, he thought as he dressed the cheese in a second layer of meat, So she won’t swallow. And she doesn’t want it on her at all. She’s just neat like that. This worry came up often, but he dismissed it as fervently as one swats at a fly buzzing around their head. But as he reached for the mayonnaise, he felt a rage coursing through him he rarely felt. In that moment, in his mind’s eye he was back on the lakeside with her cradled in his arms. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” she said as she nuzzled her face in his chest. It was a perfect moment then, but it sent shivers through his spine today when couple with his passing worries. “That biatch,” a voice echoed in his head. Fuming, he set the jar of mayonnaise down, and unzipped his pants. Still ready to go from his earlier fantasy, he gripped his dick and began to pump excitedly, his mind transfixed on images of her biting down in the sandwich he would specially prepare for her. As she swallowed each bite, his excitement grew. She would know his taste one way or another, he thought as he climbed to his climax. She would know it. At last he had arrived, glazing the sandwich meat and a fair bit of the countertop with his own special concoction. He heard the shower turn off, and quickly zipped up his pants, giggling wickedly to himself as he placed the second slice of bread onto the meat. Oh, she would know, he thought. She would know…
