——About a year ago——
She was on a walk that one frigid night, to buy some dinner and alcohol to celebrate completing exams, and splitting off with her boyfriend, it simply wasn’t working anymore and she broke it off. That night she saw him and saved him, rushing him to a hospital.
From there on across from him in a hospital bed she had a reunion with Andrew.
Sara knew Andrew beyond the tennis team, they had mutual friends in middle school before he moved schools. And as a person he changed from the person she had a crush on, the free spirited, aloof boy, to someone else.
She looked at his back, passing in hallways with other people, unable to reach out to him. They use to be the same height when playing at playgrounds, but now he’d gotten a lot taller.
It was bittersweet.
She had a boyfriend after her crush and parted with them due to his advice.
So when he didn’t follow it himself, it hurt. He had changed. It was probably for the better, to adapt to his surroundings.
They met again at a mixer set up between friends, it was formed by a guy she knew named Terrence. He was the artistic kinda guy, with a good head on his shoulders.
There were four girls and four guys to match, they were at a restaurant known for its alcohol. And from the get go she had an idea of what Terrence was planning, ‘I want to get laid, so you guys hype me up. If you guys succeed, it’ll create peer pressure.’
It was awkward between the two of them but it wasn’t the first time they properly talked, as a sign of gratitude he once bought her a cake. So the night continued.
She passively rejected Terrence’s attempts, and the other two were too far away to make a proper attempt. Leaving her with Andrew across from them.
What a lovely coincidence. She didn’t believe those silk red strings of fate, so she watered it down to luck.
Cashmere cardigan that went with his hair, his shirt despite hidden from cloth could barely be read as ‘mega milk’. He set himself up to fail. Despite that he balanced conversation with the woman at the table, those closer to him vying for his attention after a few jokes.
“What did the French man say to the other French man. I don’t know, I don’t speak French.”
Anti-jokes
“You know a large problem with are politicians, is that they come from Quebec.” He said flatly.
In middle school he’d always been the cool jester, that brought a smile to others.
Like before she got lost in him.
“It’s nice to see you again stranger.” She said brushing her hair behind her ear. Despite in a plain sweater and tight skirt, they still outlined her figure, as well as the cherry red lipstick.
“If it happens a third time, I think someone trying to set us up.” He replied ordering another drink.
She followed.
Terrence succeeded at his plot of pairing everyone up, but himself.
Andrew and Sara arm and arm they drunkenly, walked down the street singing ‘Stay’. She loved this wild side of him, even if brought on by intoxication.
“Wake up, get drunk I’m waisted still!”
“Realize time that I waisted still!”
They hit it off well whether complaining about assignments in college, sports teams, or recent tv shows. To him it was probably that one day friend you made over bonding over a game, to her the same thing. Just for the night.
He wasn’t the boy she knew a long time ago, he’d changed, for better or worse. So to conclude that crush, she’d decided to spend the night with him.
Inviting him back to her apartment on the guise of more drinks, and ended up stripped down into pink lingerie standing before him.
In his eyes an ember of lust sparked again in his eyes, now hot and burning. They were both still drunk.
She wasn’t expecting much, and thought at best it’d last an hour.
——
It lasted all night, she woke up sore from last night and a slight hangover buzz in her head. She wouldn’t be surprised if she got a noise complaint the next day.
“I should really hold back.” Flustered she held her hands in her cheeks.
They were sexually compatible, and she wanted more of him. But upon waking up, instead of greeting her kiss he pushed her away.
“Sorry.” Was the only bitter words he could udder. “I have a girlfriend.”
She sat there dejected and rejected, she’d help him cheat. Hurt for a moment, that soon subsided at seeing his sweet bitter face. She hugged his back.
I want you, but can’t have you.
So began her attempts as a temptress.
——Present time——
Gray clouds flooded the sky ready to rain at any moment, he stood under the shade of the mall waiting. They had a date today. He had a date today.
Alone he believed she would be there, as the clock ticked ten minutes past meet up time. No response on his phone.
His weariness and stress could be seen under the frown he had on his face, excuses started flooding his mind. But like a Templar his faith was unshaken.
Twenty minutes gone.
The rain started to spittle in front of him, a growing frustration boiled inside of him. Watching other couples pass by hand in hand, he hoped his patience would get him there. Then to the bed later that night.
Forty minutes gone.
It started raining harder. A dull luminescent glow filled his face as he scrolled through his phone. Nothing.
Eighty minutes gone.
A car sped by sending a tidal wave of water on him, soaking his clothes, and his mood. His phone died. And he’d given up. Leaning on a support beam of the mall, he slumped down. I really am pathetic. He thought.
So much for love.
He tried to get up but he found exhaustion had finally won over him, even as the winds pushed rain onto him, he could only sit there. Letting his emotions whittle away at him.
“I give up, I can’t do this anymore.”
Suddenly, an umbrella blocked the rain a smiling woman’s face took his focus.
“Local home-wrecker, here to ruin your relationship.” Sara said.
Handing him a bouquet of tulips, she extended her hand, leading him away.
——
Before he had time to realize what happened, he found himself in the square bath of a familiar apartment. He slipped below the hot water choking on it, alerting his mind.
“Fuck I messed up.” He mumbled.
He entered the wolves den again easily led by the hand and stripped of his clothes. He firmed himself to stay faithful, but that resolve had cracks. I can’t do this for much longer.
He shook off the thoughts for another time delaying it once again; enjoying the bath as he melted down into the water. Layers of stress seemed to peel off, the faint smell of cinnamon filled the air.
“I never want to leave.”
“You don’t have too.” A voice stated behind the door.
Bashfully entering her cheeks were flushed, however a smile was spread across her face. In a small striped blue bikini, she sat beside him still too dazed to acknowledge the situation.
“You know… you could’ve waited till I got out.” He said.
“Am I not welcomed in my own bath.”
“...Well.”
His mind racing the remaining logical cogs coming to a halt, a lot more primitive side of him he neglected started to resurface.
The addictive faint smell of cinnamon, her pinkish lips, hourglass hips, and melon breast pushing down on the water. Made him internally scream.
Iron mind, iron body.
Iron mind, iron body.
Iron mind, iron body.
He repeated that thought in his mind, while averting his gaze to a wall. It was a common phrase he used against her on her seduction campaign.
“You’ve gotten rather bold, don’t you say?” I would rather you leave me to my self-pity.
“Sure, if you can force me out.”
Shifting his gaze, there wasn’t a good place to grab, the slightest brush of her skin might start something.
“Are you going to be forceful with me like several months ago.”
“Forceful? You wrapped your legs around me, and wouldn’t let go.”
“I remember a certain someone pulling my hair from behind?” She gazed at him with anticipation.
Groaning she smiled.
I have a girlfriend, we shouldn’t be doing this. He tried to voice, but it got caught in his throat.
“It was fun.”
Slow approaching she placed a kiss on his accepting lips, they had a sweet taste.
“I’m glad you enjoyed me, you’ve been really hurting my confidence… You know I care about you.”
“Guilt...huh.” He mumbled.
However his lust was stronger, and will bent.
He was both guilt ridden, and lustful for the women in front of him, someone that show’s genuine interest.
Just a bit should be fine.
Positioning herself in front of him he spread her legs rubbing his hands down her waist. Hand tickled against her inner thigh he cupped the underside of her breast, pinching and pulling the nipple underneath the bikini top. Mellow breast he kept groping pulling up her bikini, revealing hard pink nipples.
“Do my breasts please you.” She said between restrained heavy breaths.
“They’re the best.”
“Consider them yours, after we can do that thing you want.”
“A woman after my own heart.”
Lightly moaning two fingers brushed against the triangle cloth shielding her cunt. He rubbed up and down. Sliding it to the side he massaged her meaty lips parting them.
“Ah… there, right there.” She moaned. “More, more.”
Inserting his two fingers, it was different from when she did it, it was someone else’s warmth pushing inside of her, not for his pleasure, but hers.
Hand vibrating against her clit as his fingers slid in and out of her, that lustful warmth turned into a sensual heat. Only desiring more.
“I’m cumming!”
Her body squirmed and wiggled under the orgasm that ensued, the feeling of flying floated freely throughout her.
Breathing heavily she turned to kiss him again, to his accepting lips. Hard member poking at her thigh an already reddened face got a shade redder.
“Seems like you're not suffering from ED.”
“I just finally got tired of refusing your offers.”
“Let me help you with that..”
Standing up she unclothed leaving her bare, the dim light of the bathroom reflective off her skin. Turned around he gripped her hips pulling her down, lips pressed against the head of his cock he was about to bring it down until a familiar ring resounded on his phone.
It was his girlfriend.
Leaving her in the bath she looked to him with a longing gaze as he rushed to his phone.
“Yeah, I understand.” He answered.
His girlfriend wasn’t feeling well, and had some assignments was the gist of her excuse for not being there. She rescheduled for tomorrow.
Sara’s expression saddened he looked to the roof of her bathroom, wondering what to do.
I’m such a bad person.
——A couple years ago——
The story of him and his girlfriend was simple, he was riding his bike one evening and collided with a woman turning a corner. It happened to be one of his classmates, who was in a teary mess after a fight with her parents.
Her ankle was sprained, so he carried her on his bike to his house to tend to her wounds. It was never meant to go further than that.
She was attractive but passive aggressive to most people who weren’t her friends, but that evening day teary eyed alone with him in his house she vented needing a shoulder to cry on.
Eventually the day came to an end, and he was ready to send her on her way. But she wanted to stay the night, so she gave herself to him. How could he refuse.
That was the start of their purely sexual relationship, in a sense they were using each other her a sexual outlet him an emotional.
Eventually he proposed dating, and she agreed. Starting the problems.
She was an emotional wreck, made having friends hard, and occasionally guilt tripped him.
“You’re leaving after several years?”
“After everything I’ve done.”
“Don’t you love me.”
The love was gone, maintained only on the closeness of their parents, and a love they once had.
——Present time——
His weariness came back after the bath making him stagger along, but the lust didn’t go away.
Cock gently stroked and licked he laid sprawled out on top of her bed, too tired to do anything, too horny to say no. His mind was in the gutter with all the things he wanted to do with Sara, but the chains of guilt pulled at his heart.
“I think you should move on from your girlfriend, you go months without talking, your always in arguments over the little things. How can someone unable to deal with small problems, ever hope to deal with bigger ones. Do you really want to be with her.” Sara said after the call.
A concerned and questioning expression dawned her face when they were getting dressed, he turned away from another source of his guilt.
Guilt free, that was what he wished for, but knew was impossible. So he stayed silent.
Touching his back, she embraced him from behind.
“At least stay the night... I want you.”
With those words it was hard to refuse, so he ended up conflicted. Like after three days of being up and three cups of coffee, having energy you can’t use.
So she tried to ramp up that energy inside of him.
The warm embrace of her tongue playing with the head, she sucked on his cock going all the way down to his veiny mid-base. Clenched around him, he felt the continuous pleasure of her blowjob.
“Showing off your tits in a bra, don’t make them anymore impressive a second time.”
“You still love them right?” She crossed her arms lifting up her breast.
“Of course, they’re the best.” He said plainly as if it were a fact.
Slathered in saliva she sandwiched his rod between her breast bringing them up and down, her soft supple breast stimulated his poking cock.
“Do you like it? You can’t do this with other girls.”
“Yeah, it’s as great as I thought it’d be.”
“Cum, cum. Shoot all your worries over me, and only think of me.” She rubbed him faster.
“I’m cumming!” He moaned
On the edge, then over, cum sprayed in ropes into her mouth as she quickly swallowed. Unable to keep it all in some semen got on her breast, the underside of her chin, and leaking out of her mouth.
She swallowed slightly cringing at the taste.
“You don’t have to swallow.”
“But you like it… It seems like you were really pent up, I better clear that up for you.” She licked her lips mischievously.
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