Capetonification

Summer in Cape Town this year was hot. real hot. This Sunday was no exception. Table Mountain looked so clear from Big Bay it seemed fake.
The weather has been weird though. Summer's gone on for way longer than it should. Starts making me wonder if Al Gore and that pretty boy turned hippy Dicaprio are onto something.
The sweat was gathering under my arm pits and the heat was making me crazy fucking nuts. I became short and sarcastic with Simone on the drive. Everything irritated me. I could break someone's face for the tiniest infraction.

I was grumpy, and not in the mood for anything, and going out for afternoon drinks did not lift my spirits. We were sitting at a restaurant, Simone and two of our friends. the sun was blazing, scorching our skin and all the shady spots were taken so there was no respite.
we ordered drinks.
my beer arrived and I started at it with a vengeance. it went down easy, but such was the heat that the beer was warm in within five minutes of coming out of the fridge. I swallowed the bitter piss and ordered up another. it couldn't arrive soon enough. it was a repeat performance.
We made small talk and had a couple of laughs. Nate told me about his trip to Mauritius. he had gone with his company, cause they had hit their yearly Target. I'm no stranger to that island. it really is a slice of heaven, that place. all you can eat. all you can drink.
he started to brag about how the bar forced them to leave, cause they were doing such a number on the alcohol stock.
nice. I was a bit jealous.
when I went, it was me and Simone. and she doesn't drink. At all. Doesn't do anything improper really. A true lady. she's not naughty. in any sense of the word. she really is the most pure, wholesome, sweet, innocent, bland girl in the world. she is not adventurous, not a risk taker, down to earth, quiet and natural. My perfect opposite. And I really think she loves me. don't know why. I'm such a Cock to her sometimes. after we left our friends and went home, I even picked a giant fight with her. I was going nuts in the car, shouting, gesturing, swearing and hissing and spitting. I think it was about money. she eventually started crying, so I let up.
It was a problem for us. She liked to spend. So did I. We were not a good match when it came to squirreling.
Wow. Something in common. Who woulda thunk it?
"do you even like me anymore?" I asked her after she had gone quiet and my only company was Warren Zevon sounding from the speakers of the car.
"don't even talk to me!" came her reply.
I felt slightly bad. i had just come back from a week away from her, and we were fighting already. the reasons were lame. but you know it is, you look for anything.
and I was still hot. still bothered and agitated.
the rest of the journey was made in silence. it was my dad's birthday so we went over to drop of a present and shower him with happy little birthday wishes. we had some tea and cake. The atmosphere was awkward between me and Simone. But i forced myself to make up to her. I said 'sorry' and she accepted the apology.

That night I had sex.
I was on top, hammering my Cock into her like the wrath of god was powering it. the fingers of my left hand were still wet with vaj juice from the foreplay. suddenly I felt a tongue licking at them while they were curled around edge of the mattress.
I peered over the edge of the bed. It was Doogle.
the damn dog was getting a piece of pussy too. I let him be, focused on my performance. I stopped pumping and rolled my hips, pivoting on my Cock. she moaned. more out of pain than pleasure i think. I let it go on for a few more seconds. suddenly I slammed a few quick thrusts in, breaking the rhythm.
"let me go on top" she said. I rolled off and she mounted. she flopped around weakly for a little while, not getting either of us anywhere. my Dick slipped out.
"ok. you go back on top." she said again.
I resumed the missionary, and continued slamming away. I was getting closer, but she wasn't. I stopped again, resting my head on my hand. "this isn't doing anything for you is it?"
"don't worry. just you come." She assured me.
I didn't like that. it was like a unconscious dig at my pride. "I want you to come first" I told her.
"I can come after."
"no." I protested.
"then use your fingers."
so I did. I knew how to finger the shit out of her. she got off real good. but it felt like a cop out to me. like I was giving up.
but I did it anyway. The two fingers of my left hand were in the cunt, slipping in and out, working the g-spot, two fingers across the clit, going left and right, in sync with it's twin. it took five minutes and then she was quivering and moaning, grabbing great gulps of air, and then just like that, she came. I gave her a few seconds to adjust, then mounted and quickly allowed myself to finish.
but the joy of the moment was gone.
for some reason, the shape of my Cock, its size, her vagina, the lack of curve, the moon, god, Satan, whatever, I rarely brought this woman to come with my Cock. I was bummed. I felt like a quitter. like half a man. and the worst part is, I have no idea how to fix it.