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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,283
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Immediately after he pulled out of her he went to sleep facing the other direction. Rachel curled into a ball and stared at his back.
She looked at him and nothingness for seconds, minutes, hours. Her pubic hairs felt crinkly, itchy and uncomfortable. She thought it was odd how she didn’t notice such a discomfort while they were fucking.
More of eternity slugged by, the irritation of her loins faded, and Brandon hadn’t moved an inch. She might’ve assumed he was really unconcious -if his slow breaths weren’t so calculated. Reaching out, she touched his back, tracing his muscles and spine down to the rumpled sheet that covered his ass.
He shifted, pretended to snore a bit.
Rachel cursed herself mentally. What was she doing with a guy like him?
Slowly, she uncurled herself and got up from the bed. If he’d really been asleep, he wouldn’t have noticed her departure, but she knew he was aware of her as his breathing paused for a split second.
Tip-toeing nude, she made it to the living room, picking up her pants, shirt, shoes…she couldn’t find her thong but it didn’t matter. She had to leave the apartment before he could pretend to get up and look for her.
When she got to the street, she had to wait twenty minutes before a cab showed up. Meanwhile, she watched his bedroom window. A light had come on, his figure had peeked from the edge of a curtain, looking out but unable to tell she was staring back. The fog was thickening, and his light gave her a much better advantage.
Finally, she stepped into a yellow taxi and gave the driver directions to her house. In the morning, she would get a bikini wax.
She was going to work out at the gyall all all her friends for lattes, and stay away from her phone for the next three days. Of course, he’d probably attempt to call her cell on the third day. If he called her cell any sooner, she might think he really cared.
But for tonight…for the rest of tonight she was going to snuggle into the middle of her bed with a good book and forget that fucking your best friend held consequences.
She pressed her head against the cool glass of the taxi. The driver didn\'t talk, she didn\'t speak. Silence stretched and in this undefined moment, Rachel shut her eyes and found herself back in Brandon\'s apartment.
Hot tears spilled down her face, blood from a broken relationship. His arm stole around her shoulder and moved her head gently down to his chest. They were beyond words the moment her lips and his softened together. The first kiss was a gentle shock, pushing them both into an unexplored realm of intimacy. As if afraid of this teness ess she\'d bit down on his lip and licked her way into his mouth. He pinched her nipple too harshly and she\'d gasped, then he\'d smoothed his hand gently over her breast in apology. It was too much kindness.
She grew desperate, tugging his shirt out of his pants and reaching in to rub his penis. He started unzipping her pants and that first time, they\'d fucked hard and fast on the couch. Her thong was the only article of clothing that was ripped off right before he pressed his hard cock into her pussy. She\'d been so wet and ready. It was pain and glory all at once -and they both told themselves it was all about the orgasm.
If only they\'d stopped there. If only she\'d scrambled up and left, stammering excuses at that moment. But he\'d lain on top of her, pinning her down -and when their harsh breathing subsided, they returned to that long, tender kiss.
The second time was just that: all about getting seconds. This time they\'d taken all their clothes off and he fucked her steadily against the coffee table. She\'d watched her breasts sway in the dark reflection of the television and convulsed three times around his dick before he came inside her.
\"Miss? We\'re here.\" The rough voice of the cab driver brought her crashing into the present, back to the chilly night wind. Rachel handed him her fare, told him to keep the change and made the quick brief walk to her front door. She stepped through, right into the routine of denial.
She\'d just lost the man she thought she cared for. Brandon was her best friend. They\'d fucked, nothing more.
They\'d never made it to the bed for a third round. She didn\'t make love with him...
--End--
Author\'s insight: In being aware that it\'s not like anyone really read this for it\'s non-sexual content...this PWP alsoalso about thinking and recognizing the truth in the back of your mind, but being too afraid to say \"Stop, wait, don\'t go just yet; We need to talk.\"
--Final End To That--
She looked at him and nothingness for seconds, minutes, hours. Her pubic hairs felt crinkly, itchy and uncomfortable. She thought it was odd how she didn’t notice such a discomfort while they were fucking.
More of eternity slugged by, the irritation of her loins faded, and Brandon hadn’t moved an inch. She might’ve assumed he was really unconcious -if his slow breaths weren’t so calculated. Reaching out, she touched his back, tracing his muscles and spine down to the rumpled sheet that covered his ass.
He shifted, pretended to snore a bit.
Rachel cursed herself mentally. What was she doing with a guy like him?
Slowly, she uncurled herself and got up from the bed. If he’d really been asleep, he wouldn’t have noticed her departure, but she knew he was aware of her as his breathing paused for a split second.
Tip-toeing nude, she made it to the living room, picking up her pants, shirt, shoes…she couldn’t find her thong but it didn’t matter. She had to leave the apartment before he could pretend to get up and look for her.
When she got to the street, she had to wait twenty minutes before a cab showed up. Meanwhile, she watched his bedroom window. A light had come on, his figure had peeked from the edge of a curtain, looking out but unable to tell she was staring back. The fog was thickening, and his light gave her a much better advantage.
Finally, she stepped into a yellow taxi and gave the driver directions to her house. In the morning, she would get a bikini wax.
She was going to work out at the gyall all all her friends for lattes, and stay away from her phone for the next three days. Of course, he’d probably attempt to call her cell on the third day. If he called her cell any sooner, she might think he really cared.
But for tonight…for the rest of tonight she was going to snuggle into the middle of her bed with a good book and forget that fucking your best friend held consequences.
She pressed her head against the cool glass of the taxi. The driver didn\'t talk, she didn\'t speak. Silence stretched and in this undefined moment, Rachel shut her eyes and found herself back in Brandon\'s apartment.
Hot tears spilled down her face, blood from a broken relationship. His arm stole around her shoulder and moved her head gently down to his chest. They were beyond words the moment her lips and his softened together. The first kiss was a gentle shock, pushing them both into an unexplored realm of intimacy. As if afraid of this teness ess she\'d bit down on his lip and licked her way into his mouth. He pinched her nipple too harshly and she\'d gasped, then he\'d smoothed his hand gently over her breast in apology. It was too much kindness.
She grew desperate, tugging his shirt out of his pants and reaching in to rub his penis. He started unzipping her pants and that first time, they\'d fucked hard and fast on the couch. Her thong was the only article of clothing that was ripped off right before he pressed his hard cock into her pussy. She\'d been so wet and ready. It was pain and glory all at once -and they both told themselves it was all about the orgasm.
If only they\'d stopped there. If only she\'d scrambled up and left, stammering excuses at that moment. But he\'d lain on top of her, pinning her down -and when their harsh breathing subsided, they returned to that long, tender kiss.
The second time was just that: all about getting seconds. This time they\'d taken all their clothes off and he fucked her steadily against the coffee table. She\'d watched her breasts sway in the dark reflection of the television and convulsed three times around his dick before he came inside her.
\"Miss? We\'re here.\" The rough voice of the cab driver brought her crashing into the present, back to the chilly night wind. Rachel handed him her fare, told him to keep the change and made the quick brief walk to her front door. She stepped through, right into the routine of denial.
She\'d just lost the man she thought she cared for. Brandon was her best friend. They\'d fucked, nothing more.
They\'d never made it to the bed for a third round. She didn\'t make love with him...
--End--
Author\'s insight: In being aware that it\'s not like anyone really read this for it\'s non-sexual content...this PWP alsoalso about thinking and recognizing the truth in the back of your mind, but being too afraid to say \"Stop, wait, don\'t go just yet; We need to talk.\"
--Final End To That--