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I force a smile and snort. “You’re just assuming you’re gonna get the yes from her, huh?”
His cheeks redden and he smiles a little. “Not assuming, just being optimistic,” he corrects me, “But that’s not an answer to my question.”
I sigh. “Trent, we’re grown-ass men now, I don’t have any kind of right to police your dating life. We’re too old for silly ‘bro-code’ rules and shit.”
The answer is the truth, but also a bit of a cop-out, a way to dodge the clear yes or no he’s looking for. Is it going to bother me to see the only two people I’ve ever been in love with in a relationship with each other? I mean…
At least I know they’ll both be in good hands, right? Other than my own, I couldn’t put either one of them in better.
So I just keep a smile plastered on my face while Trent lights up and thanks me. I brush him off. “Don’t worry about it, I just want to see both of you happy.”
“It means the world to me to have your approval,” he replies sincerely.
I don’t think I can handle any more of this. I push back from the table and get to my feet. “I need a shower,” I mutter by way of excuse before heading upstairs, leaving him to bask in his happiness.
Once I’m in the bathroom and stripped, I don’t even wait for the spray to warm fully before I step under it, gritting my teeth against the bracing cold. It’s unpleasant, but the shock helps calm the raging storm of emotions swirling through me. A few deep breaths help the process along, too.
But as the shock wears off and the water starts to warm, the dour thoughts creep back in. I remember after Lizzy left and Trent was going through his “free love” period, hearing the noises of the girls from his room and being jealous. How the hell was I going to cope when I knew the girl making those sounds and wanted her, too?
To my irritation, however, the thought of him drawing sounds like those from her makes my dick swell and throb.
I imagine those thick, creamy thighs, parting and spreading for him like a flower in bloom, and him touching and tasting every sweet inch. My jaw clenches with jealous anger, but my dick throbs.
I hate myself for it a little bit, but I can’t resist. I palm my cock, pumping my fist over the hard, aching length. I imagine the sounds Lizzy might make, from soft, breathy whimpers to shrieks as Trent’s cock drives into her.
And while he wasn’t exactly noisy in the bedroom, our walls are thin, and I’ve heard some of the the groans and gasps he makes. The sounds join the soundtrack playing in my imagination.
Pleasure starts to build, and at least for now, the jealousy is forgotten, and I pump harder and faster, my mind conjuring images of Lizzy straddling Trent and riding his cock. She works those hips, driving him in and out, over and over, and I can just picture the expressions of pure bliss on her face with every move.
My dick pulses and throbs and I feel the familiar tension building, an ache deep in my balls just begging to be released.
“Fuck yes, baby, ride my dick,” I swear I can hear Trent’s words like he’s in the damn shower with me, “You feel so fucking good.”
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasps.
“Cum for me, Lizzy. Do it,” he urges, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her, making her shriek in pleasure, “I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”
The Lizzy in my fantasy moves faster, riding his dick with an almost desperate urgency, reaching frantically for release, until finally the climax rips through her and she lets out a howl.
Maybe I’m totally off, but I have a feeling that in that moment of pure abandon, Lizzy would get loud.
I picture Trent cumming inside her, filling her up with a hot load that spills down her thighs, and the thought is enough to tip me over the edge, spurting jets of my own cum down my fingers that wash away down the drain.
Trent knows about my bisexuality, but he’s never shown any kind of queer leanings of his own, in the almost ten years I’ve known him and lived with him. So rather than dealing with the awkwardness of that rejection and possibly losing my best friend, I’ve kept my mouth shut about my feelings for him.
Well, to him, at least, but back in my junior year of college, Lizzy and I had been hanging out while he was at a football game with some other buddies, and the two of us had indulged in a drinking game that led to both of us getting hammered. I’d drunkenly admitted to her that I was in love with Trent, and she’d blurted out that she was, too.
Unlike my agreement with Trent, my pact with Lizzy was never officially spoken, but we never brought any of it up again, and I noticed that some of her flirty behaviors around him cooled from that moment on.
But I’ve lived with Trent since we were freshmen in college, I’ve had more than ample time to try and make a move on him if I wanted to. Frankly, by now, the two of us could afford to get our own places, but neither of us have brought it up seriously. And if it means keeping him around, I won’t complain.
It wouldn’t be fair of me to hold Lizzy to some unspoken agreement from 6 years ago, even if the idea of them together feels like a punch in the chest.
Maybe this is the wakeup call I’ve needed for way too long. Time to finally move on…right?
