On the train (Closed for celestialdragon)

Soon, she was done sucking his cock clean and she backed off on it. "Anything else?" she asked a little timidly.
 
He just left. . .

"Bastard," she growled under breath, some of her anger returning and she got up off the floor and drew a bath for herself, pondering what had just happened, especially her performance.

Her bath finished, she dressed in her terry cloth bathrobe and made herself a strong Jack and Coke, and she gulped it down. The alcohol coursing through her system, she made her way to the bedroom and collapsed.

A few days later she took the train on her way home again, and she sat down this time, reading her psychology book.
 
For a few days, life went on as normal, but she continued to think about that day, and wondered what the poor guy was thinking.

Finally, she pulled out her phone and called him. He didn't pick up, so she left a voicemail.

"Hello, this is Lexi. Listen, if you're not busy, do you want to swing by my place? I think there's a few things we need to discuss, and it'd be best not to do it over the phone. You know where I'm at."
 
"Hello, this is Lexi," she said, not bothering to look at her caller ID. She almost never did, just always answered.
 
"I haven't told a single soul," she told him honestly. "I also am not warning you. I just want to talk to you about it."
 
"I just want to discuss things with you," she repeated. "Talk about what happened and clarify things for each other. I think it'll be beneficial for us both. But not over the phone; come to my place."
 
She got up, saw it was him, and unlocked her door and greeted him with a smile. "Come in," she said, gesturing him in.
 
She led him into the living room. "Please, sit down," she told me. "Do you want anything to drink?" she asked softly.
 
She sighed and sat down across from him. "I wanted to discuss what happened on the train and afterwards a couple weeks ago," she said softly.
 
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