“Oh, god. I need… I need to…!” His desperate words trail off as his hips push forward and come in contact with my covered pussy. This causing my finger to go deeper inside and my palm to press firmly against my clit again. My startled moan brings his eyes back up to meet mine. It feels so fucking good, even though it’s my fingers.
Knowing that he can drive me crazy with something so seemingly simple is nuts. He suddenly pushes against my fingers again and grinds against me with the protection of my hand. My breath catches as tingles of hot pleasure zing up my spine.
His hands slide under my knees, to hook his elbows underneath them. His hands firmly grasp the tops of my thighs, as he begins to rhythmically grind against my hand. The angle is causing my palm to rub perfectly against my clit, and with my fingers inside, I can rub my g-spot to sweet, sweet heaven. His cock is so goddamned hot and hard against me. I wish I could take this a step further and have him inside me.
The muscles in his abs are rippling with his grinding, his fingers flexing repeatedly against my knees. His jaw is clenched tight and his eyes are boring into mine, telling me in one look that he is completely focused on me. He is as caught up in this moment as I am.
Our grinding against each other is beginning to become frantic. I’m being pushed closer and closer to the edge that I want to tumble over. His soft moans tell me he’s enjoying himself nearly as much as I am. My feet wrap around his lower back and pull him harder into me with my heels on his ass.
Taking my hand out of my panties, I lift my fingers to his lips again. He immediate swoops in to suck on them, while his cock presses against my pussy with only lace and cotton pants between us. So close, yet not nearly close enough.
Shamelessly lifting my hips from the bed to rub my clit against him roughly, I can feel the tingle and pressure forming that tell me my orgasm is on its way.
“Ari, I’m going to come. Fuck, you’re going to make me come so hard.” I’ve pushed myself up on my elbow and I am watching our hips grind against each other. His only verbal response is a sexy little moan. The front of his cotton pants is wet from rubbing against me and I feel like I’ve somehow marked him like the wild animal that I am.
My arm reaches up to hook my hand around the base of his neck and pull him down to hover over me. He slides his arms out from under my thighs and braces himself against the bed, elbows on either side of my upper arms. His hands are cradling the sides of my head. I’m so ready to blow; I’m shameless at this point, beyond any type of reasoning.
There are no thoughts of Lára. I am lost completely in what this man does to me and how he makes me feel. My entire body starts to quiver with unreleased tension. My mouth drops open and my eyes meet Ari’s as I let myself be swept away in the pleasure.
A very loud, very inconvenient crashing sound from outside startles the living fuck out of both of us. I’m on the way to having an amazing orgasm when we both jump clear out of our skins, and jerk back away from each other. We hear some laughing from the neighbors, letting us know that no real damage was done, but there is definitely damage between Ari and me.
The expression in his eyes tells me that he is shocked with his actions. He scrambles to back up and get off the couch, taking a few extra steps just to be safe, I guess. I lift my hand to touch my flushed cheek and quickly move to cover myself with my blanket.
My mind is absolutely reeling, and I cannot fully comprehend what’s just happened. All I know is that there was an awesome orgasm heading my way, and now it’s gone. Also, I’m in trouble somehow. Fuck, fuckity fuck. This is really bad. We got way out of control, and went way too far. Anything is too far. What was I thinking, egging him on by masturbating in front of him? I’m such a fucking idiot.
I watch as he looks down at the crotch of his pants, seeing the blatant darkness where my wetness soaked them. I’m absolutely mortified.
“Good night, Brooke.” His voice is cold, flat and without emotion. He turns and walks to his bedroom without looking back. A huge, fatty lump of dread settles in my stomach. I don’t know if we can recover from this.
Ah god, what have I done? What have we done?
******
Ari
That was really fucking close. I cannot believe I let myself get out of control like that. I wish I could hit a wall. I was this close to ripping those panties off and burying myself in Brooke. Lára is just on the other side of the wall.
My mind is absolutely reeling, now that I have a moment to recover. Brooke was on fire; all I wanted was to jump into the flames with her. Her desire called to me and I had no choice but to respond.
I carefully close the door to the bedroom behind me and stopped to listen to Lára’s breathing. She’s asleep, thank goodness. All I have to do now is figure out how to get rid of my fucking boner. I’m still unbearably hard after what just happened.
I can feel the now cold dampness on the front of my pants causing them to stick to my cock. I can’t allow myself to think about the fact that her arousal is technically touching me. I can still taste her in my mouth; her scent is still in my head.
Realizing that I’m still standing near the closed door, I come forward quietly to stand next to my side of the bed. Fortunately, Lára took the side of the bed furthest away from the door, so it’s easier for me to get away with this whole thing.
I’m so incredibly lucky. The head of the bed is against the wall separating us and Brooke. Lára must really be drunk. I’ve never been so relieved. Strangely, there’s not a drop of guilt to be found inside of me.
How can I not feel guilty about what just happened? How can it seem as though I just had a taste of something I can never recover from? Brooke is turning my world upside down and I don’t stand a chance. All I know is that I want more from her. I’m losing the will to fight against it.
Glancing down at my pants again, I know I have to remove them. If Lára has any way of waking up, or finding out while I sleep, I’m screwed. Alright, naked it is. I drop my pants and carefully climb in.
The thought of being naked in bed with Lára is surprisingly not as appealing as it should be. Knowing that my delicious little strumpet in the next room over is lying there and needing to come is far more tempting. Not just tempting; the desire to head back out the door to finish what I started is nearly overwhelming. Wait, my little strumpet?
I lick my lips and get another taste of Brooke. It’s kind of amusing in a twisted way for me to realize that I feel more guilt about leaving Brooke high and dry (or not so dry, har har) than the fact that Lára was in the next room and could have found out. My girlfriend was in the next room.
Sliding my hand down to palm my cock and balls, I contemplate jerking off. I’m still hard as steel, and I don’t know how I’m going to get to sleep with pictures of how hot Brooke was under me, touching herself. Fucking herself. My cock was so damn close to her heat. Arg!
Heaving a deep sigh, I decide that I don’t want Lára to wake up and instigate something. That can’t possibly be a good thing. The only thing I know is that I need to figure out what I really want. Truthfully, I think that deep down inside of myself, I already know.
Closing my eyes, I try for sleep.
******
Ari
I’m having the most amazing dream about Brooke. She’s between my legs, looking up at me with a devilish twinkle in her eyes. She slowly slides my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. Reaching down, I grab her long dark hair from the sides and hold it up and away from her face.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen on my cock. As those gorgeous pink lips slip up and down my cock, I’m in absolute bliss. Her hand is cupping my balls and massaging them. Letting out a groan, I drop my head back and let the pleasure sweep through me.
She lets my poor, depraved cock leave those perfect lips and then I feel her slide up my body to straddle me. Riding me is an even better idea; there’s another pair of lips I can’t wait to feel wrapped around me.
I think this is the best dream I’ve ever had. Over the years I’ve had quite a few good ones of Brooke, but this is by far the most enjoyable and realistic.
My hands automatically rise to grasp her hips and her long hair tumbles over us as she leans down over me. Her pussy is already wet and she rubs it along my cock a few times. I want her to rub it all over my face.
She has other ideas, though, and quickly impales herself upon me, both of us moaning together at the pleasure. She’s so hot and wet and I just want her to ride me like there’s no tomorrow. I’ve waited long enough for it, after all.
Reading my mind, she starts to move. For a few minutes, I’m thoroughly enjoying myself until I realize that she’s moving very strangely. She’s shaking the whole bed with her movements. I think we’re even hitting the wall pretty loudly. I’m a little baffled for a moment, but try to let her do her thing. Dreams are weird sometimes.
I’m suddenly scared shitless and completely woken up to Brooke’s loud, obnoxious moans. I almost knock Brooke off of me when my body spasms awake. Wait, not Brooke. What the fuck? Lára is the one fucking me, making these atrocious sounds. Why is she making these sounds? She sounds like a dying cat.
The shock from the sudden wake up and trying to figure out what the fuck is going on is really throwing me for a loop. My cock starts to lose his steam. I don’t blame him. Lára is really not doing it for me with these terrible sounds and motions she’s making.
She seems to notice the fact that I’m losing my hard on and doubles her efforts instead of backing off, flailing around like a crazed lunatic. Wow, this is really disgusting. I just lay there with wide eyes and look up at her in total disbelief until the light bulb goes on in my brain. She’s putting on a show and I can only assume it’s for Brooke’s benefit.
I use my hands to still her crazy movements before I push her over and off of me. I easily slide out of her and I pull the covers over myself as protection from further attempts.
Wearing a frown of utter confusion, I raise a hand in bewilderment.
“What the fuck is this, Lára? Are we playing games now?” My confusion is quickly turning into anger. It pisses me off that Lára would try to make things more uncomfortable for Brooke. It’s obviously been awkward enough for her.
“What do you care, Ari? Do you still have feelings for her? You shouldn’t care if she hears us making love.” I cringe a little at the combination of her saying “making love” in accompaniment with the sneer on her face.
“Whatever that was, it definitely wasn’t love making. I’m not interested in making a fool of ourselves in front of someone who is a good friend of mine.” I lie flat on my back and cover my eyes with my arm. I’m mortified. I bet Brooke heard all of Lára’s awful show. Also, feeling more protective of Brooke’s feelings, rather than trying to ease Lára’s insecurities is something that I notice.
Brooke is probably thinking that I’m a total douche bag. I wouldn’t blame her. She probably isn’t a huge fan of Lára either. I’ve never seen Lára behave like this and I wonder if she has done other things to make Brooke uncomfortable. Not to mention me. I feel uncomfortable. And dirty.
“You’re in love with her, aren’t you? You’re just going to up and leave me for her, huh?” Lára rolls her eyes at me, scoffing a bit. Who the fuck is this girl in front of me? Her British accent is even grating on my nerves right now.
“She’s going to leave soon, you know, but I’m still going to be here. She just needs a reminder that you’re taken.” Nodding to herself, she slides out of bed and slips a pair of panties on.
I’ve never been so grateful for her to put clothes on. At least now I know she won’t try to pull anything else like that for a little while.
My brain keeps taking me back to one thought, and it’s that Brooke would never play silly games like this. She’s too honest and sensitive to other people’s feelings. I never would have thought that Lára would be such a catty bitch. She’s always been so good to me.
Jealousy can bring out the ugly in people. In a way, I guess I can’t blame her. She doesn’t know it, but Lára is completely right to feel jealous. Obviously. I just wish she wouldn’t stoop so low. Maybe if she were to just talk to me about it. I guess I should try to soothe the situation. That’s what a good boyfriend does. I hear the front door to the house open and close and figure that Brooke has headed outside.
“Lára, you don’t need to play games like this. You and I are already together. You don’t need to tell her to back off like this. It only brings question to your own character. Plus, it’s really embarrassing for me.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Ari. It’s embarrassing for me to watch you two.” She turns and heads out of the bedroom.
I really don’t have anything to say in response, anyways. She’s right. Brooke and I are strange around each other, especially when we are with our friends.
I suppose I wish that Lára would be more sympathetic or helpful toward the situation, rather than so negative about it. I can’t say I would be any different, though, if our situations were reversed.
This whole thing really blows.
******
MSN Chat
2005
Brooke is in Indiana.
salemsme: Hey, are you around? I need someone to talk to.
marxist: Yeah, I’m awake. What’s wrong?
salemsme: I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about Tommy. He says he loves me, but he is making this whole relationship an awful lot of fucking work for me. How long am I supposed to deal with it before I say that enough is enough? Don’t I deserve better? How do I know if he is the one? It shouldn’t be such a struggle. Right?
marxist: Of course you deserve better. I don’t understand how he cannot realize what a gift he has been given. If it were me, you would never question how I felt about you. Real love is something that doesn’t allow you to treat the ones you love like that.
salemsme: Have you ever been in love?
marxist: Yeah. I have.
salemsme: Lucky bitch. What’s her name and how do I go about switching lives with her?
marxist: Her name isn’t important. We were talking about you. Besides, you’re closer than you realize.
salemsme: What a cryptic thing to say. Are you implying that you are in love with me? Or that you’re in love with someone I know?
marxist: I’ve gotta go. Catch you later.
salemsme: Arg! Don’t leave me hanging like this!
marxist has signed out
salemsme: You’re not the only one who feels that way.
Present Day
Ugh, I have the most disgusting taste in my mouth. I hate waking up with a hangover. Fortunately, I think it is limited to a pounding headache, and I might actually escape without throwing up. In case you were curious, I’ve always been one to mostly dry heave when vomiting, and let me tell you that it is really, really unpleasant.
Blinking and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes with my hand, I stretch my legs under my covers, and try to get my bearing again.
Ah shit. Memories from last night suddenly flood me. No, that wasn’t a dream and today we are going to have to face each other. Frankly, this whole ordeal is getting a bit ridiculous. Of course I have intense feelings for Ari, but I can’t be that woman who stands there while he is with another woman. If Ari wanted me, he would be with me, right? Isn’t that the way it works? You love someone and then you are with them. What do I know, anyways?
Tommy was a really fucking shitty boyfriend that I had to deal with for three years. I poured my heart into a relationship with him. I even left my hometown at the ripe young age of 19 to move to Indiana so I could be nearer to him. He ho-hummed quite a bit about what labels we had for each other and dragged his feet during the whole relationship, all the while telling me he loved me.
Being young and stupid, I thought I was truly in love. He literally wore me out. I had absolutely nothing left to give him at the end of our relationship. We were resentfu
l and hateful toward each other, and it was a terribly vile situation to be in.
There were nights that Tommy would sit on the couch watching his TV shows and drinking beer after fucking beer. I never realized how much of an alcoholic he was until we eventually moved in together. That was probably the biggest mistake of all, because once he became drunk, he would follow me around the house and yell at me about god knows what. He would just harass the shit out of me. I’d never really know what it was he was getting on about. More than once, I would run to my car in the garage and lock the door. That didn’t stop him, though. He’d come to the door and threaten to break the window to my car if I didn’t get out.
Let me just say that Tommy was a nice guy, but he let his dark side take over. He never fully recovered from losing his mother and brother at a young age. All of this was his coping mechanism and in the end, I just couldn’t handle it anymore. Also, I didn’t deserve it.
Back in 2005, Tommy and I took a trip to California to visit my family. It was the first time he met my parents and everyone. I remember being so excited. Unfortunately, most of the trip was terribly awkward.
During part of it, we took a weekend to stay in Catalina Island, which is a boat ride across from Newport Beach near Los Angeles. We had a friend who was working there for the summer, so we got a special rate on our hotel.
All was great until the first night when Tommy got piss-ass drunk. He started screaming and flailing his arms at me in our hotel room because he didn’t understand a joke I had made toward his friend. He kept grabbing my arms and pushing me all over the room, screaming god knows what in a drunken stupor. Several times he threw me to the ground. I was horrified and I ended up calling my step mother in tears.
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