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Zeke
What in the actual fuck had just happened? Like seriously! One minute, my dick is balls deep inside of her, and I’m holding her incredible body close, treasuring the sound of her erratic breathing, and the next, she is telling me to get the fuck out!
God damn it!
Fine, so I get that she feels somewhat guilty because of Diane, but I repeatedly told her that Diane meant nothing compared to her. Maybe I should feel guilty too, but I didn’t. I slammed the door to my apartment. I would officially break up with Diane the first chance I got. Hell, I’d even fucking shout it from the rooftops if that’s what I needed to do to convince Shelby.
I stood in my living room, staring sightlessly. Maybe I was wrong about Shelby. Perhaps she was just a hot piece of ass, a pretty wet pussy to lose myself in for a time and nothing more.
I ran my hands over my head, ruffling my hair in frustration because I knew damn well that wasn’t true. Shelby was worth a hell of a lot more than just a couple of romps in bed. The woman was worth years of cherishing, breakfasts in bed, dinners with glorious sunsets, movie nights, and fighting over laundry and dishes.
I plopped my ass on the couch. How could I even be thinking like this when I barely knew the woman? I had no clue what she wanted in a man. Maybe she was just screwing me because it had been a while since she’d had a partner. Was I just another fucking sex toy to her?
I thought about that for a second. It didn’t feel right. I knew Shelby felt something for me. I could see it in her eyes when she looked at me. I felt it in her body when she touched me. The woman had let me fuck her up the ass with a toy, and I was pretty sure she’d never had anal sex before, so that told me that she at least trusted me—right?
I rubbed my hands over my face and closed my eyes as the scent of her pussy filled my nose. Suddenly frustrated as hell, I burst to my feet and went straight to the bathroom to shower. If Shelby didn’t want me, then I sure as fuck didn’t want her.
I stood under the water, washing my body and trying to convince myself that I didn’t want her—but I knew deep down that it was a lost cause.
I wanted that woman as I’d never wanted any other person before.
* * *
Ihad yet to see Shelby by the following Wednesday, and I grew more frustrated by the second. I hadn’t even had a glimpse of her in the hallway. I had no clue what she drove, so I couldn’t even check if her car was in the lot. For all I knew, she didn’t even have a car.
I thought a half dozen times about texting her, but I knew that she wouldn’t respond with anything more than leave me alone.
Along with Shelby being missing, Diane was mysteriously gone also. Were the two of them talking? Maybe they were comparing notes on me? Was Diane angry with Shelby? Had the two of them argued? Would Shelby even tell Diane what had happened between us?
I had a feeling that she would. The guilt would gnaw on Shelby’s soul until she got it off her chest. Had she cleared her conscious and that is why I hadn’t heard from Diane? If that were the case, you would think that Diane would at least send me a text saying, fuck you! But nothing. Zero. Nada. I had even texted and called her three times each. No fucking reply.
That’s why Josh and I were sitting at the bar of our local pub, and I was throwing back shots of whiskey and telling my best friend how I had fucked up, and now I didn’t know what to do.
“So you are still, for the lack of a better word, legally dating Diane, and you fucked her best friend like there was no tomorrow. Just send Diane a text telling her that you’re sorry, but it’s over. Then at least you have that off your chest.”
“Yeah, I know. I need to do that since I’ve had nothing but radio silence from Diane this last week, but what do I do about Shelby?”
“You really like this woman?”
“I do, man. There is just something exceptional about her.”
“Then give her a little time. I’m sure once Diane finds another boy toy to possess, she won’t give a damn if you are sleeping with her best friend.”
“Maybe, but how long do I give her?”
He snickered, “You might want to wait until they are talking to you again. Might make it easier.”
“You’re a dick,” I growled but then laughed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just need to give it some time. Maybe by the time spring rolls around, Shelby will have thawed out a little bit.”
“Sounds like a plan. In the meantime, that brunette over there is checking you out.” He jutted his chin to the left, and I turned to survey the woman he was pointing out. She was attractive, with a very low-cut blouse displaying a voluptuous bust, but it didn’t do much for me.
In fact, after checking out her tits, all I could think about was sticking my cock between them and pretending they were Shelby’s as I rubbed one-off and came all over the woman’s face. Except, I didn’t even feel the slightest twitch in my cock for the nameless woman.
I turned away after a shake of the head, “I think Shelby might have ruined me for any other woman.”
“Dude, don’t say that.” He put his hand on my shoulder, “You will get your mojo back, and either she will return to you, or you’ll get over her and find another woman.”
“I don’t want another woman,” I mumbled before I threw back my fourth shot of whiskey. After that, I switched to beer, and after five of those, I began to meander home, slightly unsteady on my feet and hoping that the alcohol buzz would help me fall asleep. I didn’t think I could stand another night of lying there fantasizing about sticking my cock in Shelby’s mouth—among other places.
