“Please, Damien,” I say.
He looks up at me with that same cocky grin. “What do you want, Jenna?”
Damien finally licks my waiting pussy, and the only answer I can give to his question is, “You.”
My fingers tangle in the sheets of Damien’s bed. No one should be this good at going down on a woman. It’s unfair. I writhe beneath Damien’s touch. His lips encircle my swollen clit as he takes two fingers and plunges them into my waiting hole.
“Oh, God, YES!” I scream. Damien adds a third finger to the fray.
It’s too much for me to handle. Between his fingers deep inside me and his tongue swirling around my clit, my body is overcome with pleasure.
“Fuck, yes, Damien. I’m cumming!”
My entire body quakes. Damien continues to plunge his fingers in and out as my pussy contracts, adding to my pleasure. I have to push him away before it gets to be too much.
It takes me a full five minutes to come down from my epic orgasm. I’ve never cum so hard in my life. Damien has a magic mouth and even more magical fingers.
Once recovered, I tug at his jeans to get them off. They join mine somewhere on Damien’s floor.
My focus is on Damien’s hard cock and how good it’ll feel in my mouth. If there’s one thing Mike liked, it was a good blowjob. He always told me I was a seven out of ten at giving them. Although, now that I think about it, I’m not sure where that rating came from. Until we broke up, I was the only one who had ever sucked his dick.
Damien stops me before I reach the promised land.
“I want to be inside you,” he says.
I moan. “I want that, too.”
Much better than a blow job. At least we both get something out of it this way.
Damien digs a condom out of his bedside drawer. He makes quick work of putting it on. I spread my legs wide and he crawls up the bed towards me.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Jenna,” he says. Damien lines up his hard cock with my opening. He doesn’t bother going slow, and I’m grateful for it. He plunges deep inside me.
Fuck. I didn’t know sex could be this good.
“Yes, Damien!” I scream. “You’re so deep!”
He continues to thrust in and out, changing the pace up for both our pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum, Jenna,” he says after we’ve been enjoying each other for a while.
“I want to taste it,” I say. The statement surprises us both. I never liked taking Mike’s load in my mouth, but I can’t imagine doing it any other way with Damien.
He pulls all the way out and removes the condom. While I work him with my mouth, his fingers find my pussy. He fingers me until I’m right on the edge.
We fall over together.
I’m spent when we’re finished. I cuddle against Damien’s side and fall asleep grinning.
A few hours later, I wake up still pressed against Damien’s naked body. My stomach is in a knot. What felt like a good idea a few hours ago seems like a huge mistake now.
Quietly, I extract myself from Damien’s hold, collect my clothes from his floor, and leave.
It’s probably for the best that I’m gone when he wakes up.
This way, I don’t have to hear him tell me how much he regrets what we did.
I couldn’t handle that.
Damien
My bed is empty when I wake up.
I don’t know what I was expecting. I guess I assumed Jenna was the kind of girl to stay after hooking up with a guy.
When did she leave? There’s no note for me to read. My phone doesn’t show any missed texts or messages.
Fuck. What was I thinking? I never should’ve crossed that line with Jenna. She deserves so much better than what I can give her.
She showed up at my apartment last night. After the talk with Matt, my emotions were already on edge. He’s absolutely right about my growing feelings for her. He’s wrong about me acting on them.
When Jenna told me how shitty her date went, I wanted to jump for joy. I know she still has Toby, but I was glad that she didn’t hit it off with Nick. Now, if only the same would happen next time she goes out with Toby. Then I won’t have to worry about distraction.
It’s unfair of me to think like this. Jenna deserves to be happy. I’m being a selfish asshole, hoping she doesn’t find a relationship. That’s what she wants. I need to accept that.
If only Jenna were more like me. Last night was fucking amazing. Being with Jenna was better than any other woman I’ve ever slept with, and that’s saying a lot. I don’t usually do repeats, but I’d make an exception for Jenna if she wanted to.
Maybe I can convince her to try a friends with benefits kind of thing. How hard could it be? We’ve already slept together once. Would it be the end of the world to keep it going?
Toby could be a complication. If Jenna wants to keep seeing him, I doubt he’d be okay with her sleeping with me. I know I wouldn’t be okay with her sleeping with him.
Not that I’d have any control over it. You don’t get to force your FWB into an exclusive relationship.
I actually laugh out loud at the thought. There’s no way Jenna and I could do this. I obviously have feelings for her. She probably doesn’t feel the same. Even if she did, we won’t work out.
I have to keep reminding myself that I’m not the settling down type. It may be working for my friends, but it would never work for me. I just can’t see myself with one girl.
Unless it’s Jenna, the pesky voice in my head says. That’s exactly what Matt implied, but I disagree. The sex was great, but that doesn’t mean we’d last in a relationship. I don’t want to risk ruining our friendship over great sex. It’s not worth it.
I jump when my phone rings. I nearly drop it trying to pick it up. I expect to see Jenna’s name on the screen, but it’s Matt.
“Hello?” I answer, my tone clearly annoyed.
“Wow, good to talk to you, too,” Matt says, laughing. “Things didn’t go well with the bunny?”
“I slept with Jenna.”
“Holy fuck, I was not expecting that. Last I saw you, you were talking to that blonde.”
“Yeah, and the whole time I was distracted, so I left and came home. Jenna was waiting outside my door.”
“And you banged her?”
“She told me about her shitty date and then… I don’t know, I just kissed her. I couldn’t hold myself back.”
Matt blows out a breath. “Damn. That is absolutely not how I thought your night would go. Good for you, though. What does this mean?”
“No clue. She was gone when I woke up.”
“Oh. Damn.”
I don’t like his tone. “What? Isn’t that usually a good thing. I don’t like clingers.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t say it’s bad, but you and Jenna are friends. It’s surprising that she didn’t stay to talk it out. Was she drunk?”
She didn’t seem drunk, but now I’m not so sure. Had she been drinking on her date?
“No, I don’t think so,” I say aloud. “She seemed sober.”
“That’s a good sign then. I think you should talk to her.”
“I will. Later. Why’d you call?”
“Oh! Right. Impromptu practice. A bunch of the guys and I are hitting the ice. Then hitting dinner after. You in?”
“Absolutely. I need to do something other than sit in my apartment all day.”
Matt laughs. “You could hit up Jenna.”
“I think we should both take some space. I’ll call her tonight to talk to her about everything.”
“Alright. Meet you at the rink in an hour.”
“See you then.”
I don’t bother showering since I’ll need to shower after practice, anyway. I throw on some TV show to watch until I can leave. The entire time, I stare at my phone, willing it to ring or beep with a text from Jenna. It never does.
I have no idea what that means.
Does she regret what we did?
God, I hope
not.
I can’t see any other reason for her leaving, though. It sucks because the girls I want to leave before I wake up always stay. The ones I want to talk to in the morning always leave.
Why didn’t Jenna wait for me to wake up? It’s Sunday. She doesn’t have work or school today. She didn’t need to leave. She did it because she wanted to.
My heart sinks. I can’t keep thinking about this. Practice will help keep my mind off of Jenna and the fact that she hasn’t texted me yet today.
I throw on some workout clothes and head to the arena. I’ll be early, but I should be able to skate around for a while before the guys show up. I can work on some maneuvers to get away from defensive linemen.
Once I’m on the ice, I feel a million times better. Having the guys around helps, too. We’re too busy working out and practicing to think about anything else.
After almost two full hours of running our own drills, the team captain, Jason, calls it. We hit the showers and put on some street clothes to go out for dinner.
I check my phone. There’s a missed call from Jenna.
“You coming to dinner? We’re gonna hit that bar down the street with the really good nachos.”
I hesitate. I could go home and call Jenna back. Or, I could go out to dinner with the guys and try to hook up with a new girl.
The second option is the smarter of the two. I can’t emphasize enough how not interested I am in a relationship with anyone, let alone my best friend. Any attempt at a relationship would ruin what we have. I don’t want to hurt Jenna.
“Yeah, I’m coming,” I say. I put my phone in my back pocket so I can ignore it. I know I told Matt I’d talk to Jenna today, but I’ve had time to think it over, and I’m wondering if it might be better to just move on and pretend it never happened.
That makes me a dick, but I don’t care.
The guys and I walk down the street to the bar/restaurant nearby. They give us a discount for being on the team. Since the team came to Hartford, players have been coming here after games and practices. We support each other.
It’s Sunday night, so the place is relatively empty. I’m starting to feel like I should’ve just gone home when a group of girls show up. This is exactly what I need.
I chug down a beer and walk over to Matt.
“I’m going to take one of those girls home.”
Matt looks in their direction and nods. “Is that a good idea? I mean, you just hooked up with Jenna, and you clearly have some issues to deal with there.”
“I’ll deal with that later. For now, I’m getting laid.”
Matt doesn’t try to stop me. That’s what’s awesome about him. He’ll let me make my own decisions, even if he thinks it’s a mistake.
It’s totally a mistake. I know it the second I approach the group of young women.
“Hi,” I say. “I’m Damien.”
The blonde I have my eye on steps forward. “I’m Cameron. It’s nice to meet you, Damien.”
“You, too. What brings you ladies out to the bar on a Sunday night?”
Cameron shrugs. “Just looking for some fun. How about you?”
“The guys and I just got done with practice. We play for the hockey team here in Hartford.”
Cameron takes another step closer to me. She’s pretty, but she’s no Jenna. My best friend’s face is right there in my head, telling me I’m being an idiot.
“Wow. A real professional sports guy. I’m impressed.”
She puts a hand on my bicep. I normally don’t mind people touching me, but Jenna did the exact same thing last night.
Fuck. I should’ve listened to Matt.
I look behind me and meet his eyes. He catches my meaning and comes over to rescue me. He tells the girls that my sister just called and she needs me to come help her because she’s locked out.
“Wow, what a good brother!” Cameron says. “Go, save your sister. But call me!”
She hands me a slip of paper with her number written on it. I won’t be calling her. This entire exchange is tainted by thoughts of Jenna.
“Thanks, man,” I say to Matt as we walk away. “I owe you one.”
“You do. Head home. They’ll bother you if you don’t.”
“Yeah, I’m out. Thanks for inviting me. Next time, I won’t be stupid.”
“Talk to Jenna!” Matt calls after me as I walk away. He’s right, that’s what I need.
The problem is, I’m scared of what will happen when I do.
Jenna
What was I thinking?
It has been twelve hours since I left Damien’s apartment, but I can still feel the ghostly remains of his hands all over me. It feels good.
Too good.
Going to Damien’s last night was a mistake. I should’ve just called him to tell him about my failed date with Nick. Why did I show up?
Somewhere in the back of my brain, I wonder if I knew what was going to happen.
No. I never would’ve thought Damien and I would end up in bed together. That goes against every rule I’ve ever had.
But there’s no denying I wanted it. If I’m honest with myself, I’ve been curious about Damien since we were kids. That curiosity has only grown now that we’re adults. He has so much more experience than me. I’d always wondered how that translated into the bedroom.
Now, I know. How I ever managed to sleep with my ex is a mystery to me. He takes vanilla to a whole other boring level.
With Damien, there was a passion I’ve never felt before. He was careful and kind, but he knew when to be more aggressive.
Is that what it’s like with most people? I only have one person to compare Damien to. They’re on opposite sides of the spectrum.
I stare at my TV. I’ve been trying to catch up on a show I like, but it’s no use. I haven’t been paying attention. I’m too distracted by thoughts of Damien.
He hasn’t called me.
I’m not sure why I thought he might. I’m the one who left before he woke up. I was too afraid to face the morning after conversation we are sure to have. The longer I can put that off, the better.
The problem is, I don’t think Damien is interested in me as anything but a friend. He’s a guy. Guys will basically have sex with anything or anyone. They’re not the most picky people on the planet.
I was convenient. As far as I know, Damien hasn’t met anyone else in Hartford yet. I mean, he was flirting with that girl at the bar, but that’s it. If I know one thing about my best friend, it’s that he doesn’t do well when he has to go a while without sex. That’s why he was willing to mess around with me.
I turn off the TV. No point in pretending. I have some homework I should be doing, anyway. I grab my laptop and log in to my student portal and start a paper that is due Friday. It doesn’t do much to distract me from thoughts of Damien.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do! I wish he would call me.
I realize I could call him. There’s no rule saying he has to be the one to contact me.
I’m too afraid of what he might say. What if this ruins our friendship? I can’t lose Damien.
Fuck. Going to his apartment was the biggest mistake I could’ve made.
I pull out my phone and call Melonie. If I don’t talk to someone, I’ll go insane.
“Jenna? What’s up?”
Her confused tone almost makes me laugh. We don’t talk on the phone. Most people our age don’t. This, however, didn’t feel like a text conversation.
“Hey! Sorry for calling out of the blue. I needed to talk.”
“What happened?”
I bite my lip. “I slept with Damien.”
Melonie squeals. “Jenna! That’s fantastic! I knew there was something between you.”
“No, no, it’s not like that. I had a shitty date with one of the guys I met last weekend and I went to tell Damien about it. One thing led to another and it just happened!”
“Oh, so you’re not a thing?”
“I don’t know what we are.
I haven’t spoken to him.”
“Jenna! You didn’t stay for breakfast? You should’ve talked to him.”
“I panicked! I woke up at four in the morning and left.”
Melonie sighs. “Oh, Jenna. Did he make it seem like he wanted you to leave?”
“The opposite, actually. We were cuddling all night. I had to carefully extract myself so I didn’t wake him.”
“Jenna!”
“Stop saying my name!”
“I’m sorry; but I don’t know what else to say. Why did you call me instead of him?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want him to tell me we can’t be friends anymore. He hasn’t called me, either.”
“Take initiative! Give the guy a call. You left him alone. He might be thinking the same about you right now. I would be.”
I roll my eyes. “I doubt he’s thinking about me at all. Damien sleeps with tons of girls. I’m not special or different at all.”
“We are not doing the self-deprecating thing right now. You guys are best friends. This was bound to happen eventually.”
Melonie has a point. Most people are shocked we didn’t have sex until now. My friends during my undergrad constantly assumed that’s what he and I did when we got together every month. They never believed me when I called our relationship platonic.
I suppose they were right to be skeptical.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Jenna,” Melonie continues. “You’re going to hang up with me and give Damien a call. Ask him to meet for dinner to talk. Discuss what happened and the next steps. Make him pay. Go home. Alone. No repeat performance so soon.”
I laugh. “Fine. I’ll call him. Thanks for listening to me.”
“That’s what I’m here for. Good luck!”
“Thank you. Love you!”
“Love you, too.”
We hang up and I stare at my phone. Before I can change my mind, I open up to Damien’s contact and hit call. It rings a few times before going to voicemail.
Dammit. That was a bust. Did he ignore my call on purpose? No, he wouldn’t do that. He’s probably busy or something.
Now, what? Do I just hope he calls me back? Do I text him? I’m not cut out for this. My relationship with my ex was easy.
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