by Lexi Archer
Maybe then I’d finally get laid. Maybe then I’d be able to keep her away from that asshole she seemed so intent on flirting with. Maybe then I’d be able to do something about all of this and figure out all these conflicting feelings threatening to burst free and destroy me.
“You okay man?” the guy asked.
“So all that shit is true? He really fucked some guy’s girlfriend and the guy walked in on them?”
“Totally true,” the bartender said. He told me his name earlier but I hadn’t bothered to remember it. The guy’s name wasn’t important. What he had to tell me about that Colin guy though? Yeah, that’s what really mattered.
I couldn’t believe it. It sounded like the guy was using this internship as his own personal pussy paradise. He came out here and found girls who were attached and seduced them and pulled them away from their guys.
It sounded like some of the girls went home and went on to have happy relationships with guys who didn’t know any better, but there were others like the one who’d walked in on them fucking who weren’t as lucky.
Or maybe they were the lucky ones. After all, they got to know what was happening out here.
And yet through that whole story my reaction hadn’t been anger. Sure there was a little of that knowing that guy had probably planned every bit of what happened here tonight, but mostly I was turned on. Mostly I couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to walk into Carrie’s apartment and find that she was the one down on her bed with his ass pumping up and down as his cock thrust in and out of her.
I didn’t think Carrie would ever do anything like that. At least I hadn’t thought she would ever do anything like that before tonight. After the way she’d been flirting with him though?
Well it seemed like anything was possible, and for some reason my cock was raging at that thought.
I looked down at the pile of shot glasses in front of me then up to the half empty bottle. Damn. I really had hit the stuff pretty hard tonight. I was no stranger to hitting the bottle, but I really wouldn’t be able to make the drive home tonight.
Then I looked up. Looked around the room for some sign of Carrie. It occurred to me, too late, that I’d been sitting listening to this guy’s stories about Colin’s exploits for an awful long time.
Long enough for my future wife to get into some trouble.
I took a step back from the island that had turned into an impromptu bar for their house party and immediately regretted the decision. The room spun around me a couple of times and I had trouble maintaining my balance.
“Whoa dude,” the bartender said. “You going to be okay there?”
I waved him off. “I’ll be fine. I have to find someone.”
“That girl you walked in with?” he asked, a knowing grin spreading across his face.
That grin. There was something about it that stopped me in my tracks. Something that had me worried about what it might mean. After all, this asshole had just spent the last who knew how many minutes talking to me about what a stud his friend was and now he was grinning at me with that knowing look.
A look that made me think he knew something I didn’t. A look that made me want to find Carri even more than I already did.
“What are you looking at?” I asked.
Okay. So maybe that wasn’t the best way to address this guy. Maybe it would’ve been better if I asked the question on my mind instead of getting challenging with him, but I was more than a little drunk and to be honest the wires were crossing in my brain and I was having trouble thinking straight.
The only thing I could think of was how much I wished I’d stuck with Carrie. How much I wished I hadn’t let the fact that I was mad about all the times we got interrupted earlier piss me off to the point that I let some other guy have a crack at her.
I just never thought it would be a real problem. I never thought she would fall for moves like that. We were engaged. We were supposed to be together forever and now all I could think about was her in another man’s arms.
And for some reason the thought of her in another man’s arms really turned me on. Like it really fucking turned me on. I hated how hard my cock was, but there we were. Who was I to deny that feeling, as fucked up as it was?
One thing was for sure. I needed to find Carrie.
“Fuck you man,” I said.
“I don’t think I’m the one you have to worry about doing any fucking. I saw Colin walking off with that hot piece of ass. Was she yours? Because that’s not going to last for long.”
I flipped the guy the bird. I knew it wasn’t the most elegant way to handle myself in that situation, but it’s not like I was going to see the guy all that much. Maybe when I came out here to visit Carrie, and if things were going down like I thought they were going down tonight then there was a good chance I wasn’t going to have a reason to come out here and visit her anyways.
I stumbled through the crowd and looked for Carrie, but I didn’t see her familiar face or that tight body that looked like it had been poured into her tank top and her shorts.
Damn. Where could she be? I could kick myself for ever letting her get away like that. I might be kicking myself the entire drive home.
After an awkward night spent in her room because it’s not like I had anywhere else to stay for the night. Fuck. I grew more and more frantic as I went through the crowd looking for her. I thought everyone in the room was turning and laughing at me. Like everyone in here knew I was the pathetic asshole who let his girl get carried off by a guy who was apparently some Casanova of this little apartment complex.
Damn it. This had all gotten out of control too fast. And even more fucked up was the fact that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find her to stop anything from happening or if I was more worried about finding her because the thoughts of her pressed up against him were turning me on and I suddenly wanted to see it even if I was catching them in the act.
Even if that might mean the end of our relationship.
The fact that I thought it “might” mean the end of our relationship was enough to tell me just how far this new turn on had carried me. Damn.
I was about to head for the door when someone appeared in front of me. Raven dark hair and a gorgeous body attached to a pretty face and deep blue eyes I could lose myself in.
The kind of eyes I might’ve lost myself in back before I was with Carrie. I was suddenly wondering if they might be the kind of eyes I’d lose myself in again if it turned out Carrie was out there someone getting it on with another guy. That forbidden thought that made my stomach twist and I couldn’t tell if it was twisting from arousal or sickness at the thought of her cheating on me.
“Looking for someone?” Julia asked.
I stared down at her. My eyes went from her face to her chest. I thought about earlier. Thought about how nice those tits looked when she pulled her tank top up and flashed them right before I got intimate with Carrie.
I wondered what they would look like bouncing on top of me as she rode my cock. What they would look like bouncing under me as I thrust my cock in and out of her over and over.
From the way she smiled it seemed like she could read my mind. That she had a pretty good idea of what I was thinking. Then again with a girl as hot as her she probably knew what most guys were thinking when they looked at her.
“I don’t have time for this Julia,” I said.
Damn was it difficult for me to say that. To even think it. I wanted nothing more than to press that body against mine, but the overriding desire to find my girlfriend and stop her from making a mistake pierced through the drunken haze that had taken control of me and kept me from making any serious mistakes of my own.
“Are you sure you don’t have time for this?” she asked.
She punctuated that by reaching up and grabbing her tank top. Pulling it out just far enough to give me a view all the way down to her belly button, and it was obvious from the get go that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard points
reaching out for me. Begging to be touched. To be sucked. To be felt.
I swallowed. This girl was laying it on pretty thick. Did she know something was going on? Did she know my girlfriend was out there being naughty with another man?
Damn. Girlfriend. I was back to thinking of her as my girlfriend when she was my fiancee. When she had a ring on her finger and we were supposed to walk down the aisle together after graduation.
“I’m sure I don’t have time for this,” I growled. “I’m trying to find Carrie and I have no idea where the hell she is.”
“And you’re not going to find her either,” Julia said. “Not without my help at least.”
I arched an eyebrow. Now this was interesting. I also had a pretty good idea that I knew where she was going with this and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it and my cock throbbed thinking about the implications.
“What are you talking about?”
“I think we both know what I’m talking about,” she said. “Your fiancee is next door with another man, and there’s no way you’re getting into that apartment without someone who has a key to get in, right?”
“I could knock on the door until she comes to get me,” I said.
Julia surprised me by taking a step forward. Pressing her body against mine. God that body felt exquisite. Maybe it was how horny I was after finding myself with one continuous case of blue balls today. Maybe it was how drunk I was. Maybe it was that this was a fucking hot girl and she was pressing her body against mine and who wouldn’t like that?
Whatever it was, I found myself really enjoying that feeling. Before I realized what I was doing I’d wrapped my arm around her and pressed a hand against the small of her back. Pulled her tighter. Practically dry humped her in the middle of the party.
When I realized what I was doing I let go and took a quick step back as though I’d been hit with a live wire. In a lot of ways I suppose I had been hit with a live wire. A fucking sexy live wire that seemed to know exactly what she was doing to me if the huge grin plastered across her face was anything to go by.
“Thought you’d like that,” she said, letting out a low sexy and throaty laugh.
I glanced around the room. I wanted to make sure Carrie hadn’t suddenly appeared out of nowhere to see what I’d just been doing with her roommate. That would be just my luck that it turned out she was at the party the whole time bing a faithful fiancee and here I was pressing against her roomie.
Only she didn’t magically appear. I was relieved and worried at that. Damn. What was going on here? Why was I so fucking confused?
“So do you want to find your fiancee or not?” Julia asked.
I licked my lips. Looked down at her. She seemed so supremely confident. She seemed to know what I wanted before I knew what I wanted. Or at least she knew what I wanted before I was willing to admit to myself what I wanted.
That could be dangerous. Very fucking dangerous. Very fucking dangerous and yet I was going to grab the live wire again. I was going to go along with this because I needed to get back into Carrie’s apartment. For some reason I knew she was over there.
It didn’t occur to me until we were out of the party that she might be upstairs in that Colin guy’s room instead of in her own room. The party was going pretty hard, and Julia seemed to have her own reasons for wanting to get me alone at their apartment.
She reached out for my hand. I eyed that hand for a moment. Gave it a good long look like I might’ve stared at a snake that appeared in front of me on the trail rattling away.
Finally I took it. Something about this whole thing told me that the worst case scenario was true here. That my fiancee had run off with another guy and I was about to find them together.
And I couldn’t decide if I was horrified or turned on by the thought. I didn’t know if I wanted to find my fiancee being a good girl or if I wanted to find her being seduced by another man.
Fuck.
Julia was very quiet as she waved her ID card in front of the door. It turned green but it didn’t make a clicking or beeping noise like these things did at hotels or anything. No, it just turned green and let us in.
I took a deep breath. This was it. This was where I was going to maybe see something that would change our relationship forever. I just didn’t know if it was going to change it for the better or end it for good.
There was only one way to find out. Moving as silently as possible I followed Julia into the apartment.
8
Taylor
Giggling. I didn’t like hearing giggling. Giggling meant something was going on up there.
I didn’t worry about moving silently quite so much after I heard that. After all, if she was giggling that meant there was probably something going on up there. If there was probably something going on up there, something that made my cock throb thinking about it, then that meant she probably wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around her.
At least I hoped she wouldn’t be paying much attention to what was going on around her. A guy could hope.
Julia turned around and smiled. It was a supremely satisfied smile. The sort of smile that made me want to smack her, though of course I wasn’t going to do that.
After all, that would be misplaced anger. It’s not like it was Julia’s fault that Carrie was up there in the arms of another man. No, that was entirely on my fiancee, and Julie was just the messenger. It wouldn’t be at all fair to pin the blame for this on her.
She held a finger up to her lips as she crept up the stairs. She got just to the point where she could see over the lip onto the landing above and came to a halt. Motioned for me to come up beside her.
I noticed that she didn’t move out of the way as I came up beside her. No, she stayed rooted to the spot so if I wanted to have a good view of what was going on up above without tipping off whoever was up there about what I was doing then I’d have to press against Julia.
Not that I minded pressing against her. Not entirely. She was an insanely hot girl, after all. It’s just that if I was reading this situation wrong and it turned out Carrie was up there being faithful then the last thing I wanted was for her to glance over and see me grinding against her roommate.
And grinding was the way to describe it. No sooner had I pressed against Julia, a singularly distracting place to be if there ever was one, than she started pressing her ass back against my cock.
Fuck. If she kept that up for much longer I was going to be in very real danger of blowing a load against her ass an creating some stains on both of us that would be pretty difficult to explain if we were caught.
Thankfully, or maybe not depending on how I felt which changed by the moment, it didn’t look like either one of us was in much danger of being caught.
No, it was obvious something was going on here. That something had been going on here. There was no worry about them seeing us spying on them because Carrie and Colin were locked in a forbidden dance of their own that seemed to shut out the rest of the world.
Damn. I’d been afraid of this, but being afraid of something and actually seeing it happen were two very different things.
“Come on Carrie. All you have to do is open that door and I promise we’ll have one hell of a good time,” Colin murmured.
A chill ran through me. A chill that was also accompanied by no small amount of arousal. This couldn’t be happening.
And yet it was. I could see it plain as day right in front of me. Another man had his hands on my girlfriend. One hand was down at her waist and the other was in her hand. Almost as though she was trying to keep him away from her or something.
She looked so fucking hot. Even in the arms of another man she looked so hot. Maybe even hotter when she was in the arms of another man.
The sight of the two of them locked together just above us on the landing sent a fury of conflicting emotions running through me. I felt like I should run up there and tell them they’d been caught. Maybe get in a fight with this Colin guy and kick his as
s.
I had no doubt I could. The guy was in shape, but so was I. And I was really pissed off right now. I figured that would give me the advantage in any fight we had. I wanted to kick his ass more than he probably wanted to kick mine.
But I didn’t do anything. There was the distraction of Julia’s ass pressed against my cock. There was the thought that I wanted to see how far Carrie would push this.
More than anything, though, there was that sudden strange desire rearing its ugly head. The desire to see my girlfriend with another guy. To see what it looked like from the outside when her beautiful body was being enjoyed by someone else.
It was fucked up, but there we were.
Julia looked at me and there was a twinkle in her eyes. I wondered if she had any idea what was running through my mind. It seemed like this internship was nothing but a nonstop fuckfest for the people who were out here, so maybe she’d seen a couple of guys get turned on at the thought of their girlfriend getting with another man.
As we stood there staring up at Colin and Carrie I felt her hand move out and down. She brushed against my stomach which tickled me and I had to fight to keep from laughing and giving us away. Then her hand moved down and rubbed against my cock and I was worried about a hell of a lot more than laughing.
Her hand rested there. She seemed content to be feeling me up for the moment, but I had no doubt it wasn’t going to stop there. No, she was rubbing my cock with intent, and from the way she’d been staring at me and teasing me all day I knew she wasn’t going to rest until she had me.
Just like up above it seemed that Colin wasn’t going to rest until he got in my fiancee’s pants. Damn him.
“I shouldn’t Colin,” she said. “I’m not opening my door. We can’t go into my room. I’m engaged!”
He leaned in and nuzzled at her neck. She seemed to lose control for a moment at that gentle contact. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him. He pressed forward and his cock was grinding between her legs. Grinding against her pussy. Pressing against that most wonderful of treasures that was supposed to be just for me.