NC-17 - Sexual Content

I took a swig out of my glass that was currently filled with some whiskey that I had no clue what brand it was nor where it came from but it tasted good. I loved whiskey, it had a lot of taste to it and a strong one along with the alcohol, and it always seemed to calm my nerves the best. Right now I needed calm or at least to figure shit out. I had been at the bar for a while and people had joined me talking for a while and then left, but I remained seated

“I don’t… I don’t know what uh… do to ya know?”

He took a gulp of his beer and then looked at me. “What do you mean?”

“I’m just… supposed to trust him when all the evidence and well, the rest… are suggesting the total opposite? It just- I don’t know what to do. I feel like he’s leaving something out and he gets less trustworthy each day!” I argued, trying to put all the pieces together in my head. Why everything was turning out badly and just worse each day, was all her fault. She had messed things up when they finally had gotten better but no, ‘she didn’t do anything wrong’ . Fucking bitch had done wrong but he was just too stupid to realize it and played along with it.

“What did he do that was ‘so’”-he made air quotes with his fingers-“bad?”

“So, how did the Emmy’s go?” Laura asked me whilst searching through a rack of clothes at Bloomingdale’s. We had decided that our day relaxing at a spa would be more fun if we spent more money and renewed our closets, so we decided to go shop instead. She turned to me, her fiery red hair was in curls and bounced with each move she made.

“Did you win any awards?” she smiled, excitedly. I laughed at her eagerness, shaking my head as I switched the bags from my right hand to my left.

I licked my lips, enjoying the taste of my watermelon lip smackers. “No, I didn’t per say but ‘Murders Edge’ did! It was voted the best criminal show of the year.”

She clapped her hands together. “Oh my god, that’s so cool! So the show will continue on like forever and be on air for all eternity just like ‘FRIENDS’ now?”

I chuckled, grabbing a nice black t-shirt and unraveling it, to see if I liked it.

“Oh god, I hope not haha. I don’t want to see my face thirty years from now and think about what I wore, looked or acted like when I was the age I am now. Holy cow, that’ll probably be disastrous.”

“Speaking of holy cows, did you see Christian Bale? Fucking hell that man is gorgeous, I just want to tie him down to my bed, rip his clothes off and ravish his-” I held up my hand.

“Yeah, I don’t need to know more.” I breathed. “Uhm, no I did not see… him.” I hinted, hoping she would catch on.

She turned to me, confusion and curiosity twinkling in her eyes. “What? Who did you see?”

“Jessica Attkins.” Laura’s face was blank. “Chris ex-girlfriend…”, that he almost asked to marry I wanted to add.

She gasped. “What?!”

We walked out of the store and sat down on a nearby bench. “Yeah, did I happen to mention that she was the one that sold me those earrings?”

“No.”

“Did I forget the part where she couldn’t keep her fucking hands off Chris or her eyes for the fact? Oh! And that she always had to emphasize that she and Chris still are ‘good’ friends with each other after all these years?” I gave her a twisted and pissed off smile.

“What a bitch! I would have killed her if I were you.”

I stifled a laugh. “Yeah well… I’m just worried. It’s just that they seem to have this connection that we don’t have… I’m afraid that he’ll go to her.”

“Oh honey…” Laura murmured, placing her hand on my arm and dragging it in a comforting way up and down.

I sighed. “I just… I know I’ve got some problems with the whole Brian versus Chris thing but lately I feel like it’s been Chris. No Brian, just Chris ya know? It’s been like, the whole time I’ve doubted my feelings towards Chris haven’t existed and things have been better than ever, but…” I felt my eyes tear up slightly. “…lately he’s just been so distant and he’s constantly texting with somebody on the phone… I feel like it might be Jessica and that something is going on…that I really won’t like.” I sniffled, wiping away a tear as I tried to breathe calmly. What would I do if Chris cheated? I knew in my heart that he was not a guy to do such a thing but I was genuinely scared that his old feelings for Jessica had resurfaced.

Laura looked at me with sad eyes. “I don’t know what to say just don’t assume and take action before you know what’s going on okay?” I nodded. “Also…how did they break up in the first place?”

I nervously bit my lip. “She turned his proposal down…”

Laura gasped. “Yeah… he proposed to her, while they were in Aspen. She told him no and that she wasn’t ready, then they were over but obviously she isn’t… at least not over him.”

I gulped down the last of the whiskey, feeling it burn as it slid down my throat. Clearing my throat I once again turned to him, feeling less disappointed and sad but more angry.

“That’s… No-Ther-there’s mo-more, ya kn-”-I hiccupped-“-know?”

“It can’t be that bad?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow at me whilst he brought his beer bottle leaning it towards his plump, thin lips that seemed
to stand out more to me than usually.

I snorted.


I and Laura were sitting at a small, cozy coffee shop that had a view over the beach. We were talking about going to play bowling, at least a fun memory of us doing so when we were younger. It had ended badly. We had managed to crack a bowling ball and that had not been sitting well with the alley owners.

Currently I was stirring the sugar cube around with a spoon in my tea, seeing it float around and slightly clink against the cup. It was a comfortable silence that had taken over for a minute or two, it gave you the freedom just to think but the red head soon broke the silence with a question that would lead me to make the biggest mistake.

“Uh… Does Jessica happen to have long brown hair and be about… 5’6 or taller?”

I scrunched my eyebrows up in confusion. “Why do you wanna know?”

“Just answer the question.” She snapped.

“Err… Yes.”

She nudged her head against, indicating that I should look through the big window behind me. Well, the walls were in glass… so technically the entire café was a glass box but never mind. Once again a look of confusion took over my face.

Laura reached over and grabbed one of my hands. “Look… Uhm… I Want you to look behind you and I know it might be bad but… just… you have to see this.”

I started feeling slightly nervous but mainly scared. The tone in Laura’s voice had me concerned and while I at one hand didn’t want to see what she was talking about I still wanted to make sure I knew what it was to break the spell of my curiosity. When I turned around in my seat, putting my arm on the back of the chair to make sure I wouldn’t fall over, I gasped feeling my fears settle in and getting confirmed.
Of course, it had to be coming and crashing down on me in the run of a week. Jessica was standing, well more like leaning against Chris chest while he rubbed her back on the beach. It looked like they were a couple and it had confirmed what I had believed in. Chris was cheating on me. There was no other explanation than he doing something I never would have seen him doing. What else would he be doing on the beach, embracing his ex-girlfriend who still held love in her eyes for him?

Sadness, disappointment and anger filled my body- mainly sadness and disappointment, in me and Chris. I was sad that this had happened and that Chris didn’t have the guts to tell me and also disappointed that he couldn’t have just grown a pair.

“There yo-you have my fuckiiing sad st-tory.” I laughed cold heartedly and then I did the mistake to continue on speaking. “…but you know wh-hat?”

“What?” his eyes bore into mine, his held sparkling amusement whilst mine held anger and spite towards Chris.

I leaned forward to make sure I was close to his ear. When my lips brushed up against the lobe of his ear I could feel him shudder. “...because n-ow I can ha-ve you.”

With that I stood up and walked over to the bathroom, barely wobbling and not sparing Brian a second glance. When I was inside the bathroom I went to the sink, turning on the water slightly colder than usually and splashed it on my face, feeling a bit more sobered up. The thing was I had been a horny, touchy-feely drunk ever since I could remember and I always had been. Though with Chris I had always been able to get him to drive us home as fast as possible but who would do that when he was out of the picture?

“Brian” I breathed when the bathroom door was slammed opened and he rushed in, grabbing my face and pressing his lips to me in a hard, heated kiss that we both in all honesty had waited for too long. My lower back was pressed against the counter of the sink and my upper body leaning backwards as Brian’s rough kissing pushed me. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth like a snake, but not in a sleazy way, not it gave the kissing fire.

He grabbed me by the legs and lifted me up on the counter, grinding his arousal against my core. I was glad I had decided to wear a skirt today; it would make things a lot easier. It didn’t occur to me because of my drunken state how I actually would complicate things further instead of making them easier.

I was already wet from him grinding against me furiously and the side effects of me being drunk, I needed him in me already. My pelvis pushed forward more harshly, begging more attention as Brian kept palming my breasts through my shirt. My fingers threaded themselves into his black hair, pulling and tugging it until his ear was next to my mouth. His mouth was placing delicate yet hungry wet kisses along my neck line.

“I need you in me now, Brian.” I purred, speaking more soberly than before. I squeaked when he unexpectedly entered a finger into me with no warning. Without any doubts I knew he could feel how wet I was. His finger went in and out of me a couple of times before it hooked my thongs and ripped it off. I bit my bottom lip at his fire and I could see his darkened chocolate eyes, looking at me filled with lust.

“I can’t fucking wait any more.” He growled before he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down. Before he had the chance to my hand went to his boxers who looked like they were ready to burst from the tent he was pitching. My hand snaked around his shaft, pumping it slowly after I had pushed down his boxers. He hissed when I drug my thumb over the slit of his dick and squeezed the head. I repeated the same thing a couple of times until I could feel some precum leaking.

I had not even noticed that my shirt was gone until I felt Brian’s mouth envelope one of my nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud. I guided him to my entrance and in a few seconds my nails were digging into the skin of Brian’s back and my moans muffled by Brian’s shoulder. His pace was slow but hard. The feeling of cold water on my bottom made it more delightful as he kept shoving in and out of me relentlessly. Our lips were dancing an aggressive dance and his hands kept squeezing the mounds of flesh, bringing my body into a state of pleasure.

I could barely breathe when I felt Brian pound into the spot that made scream out his name.

“Fuck, Brian.” I chanted, feeling the tight hot, toe curling ball build up. My body pushed itself tighter and closer to his, seeking release. My hands slipped under his shirt, feeling his smooth flesh between my fingers as I pinched him lightly. My eyes closed as he pushed into that spot again and held himself there.

I exhaled shakily. “Please Brian”

“What?” he groaned, trying to restrain himself.

“Mo-ve.” When he did no such thing I clenched my walls around him and heard him hiss, cursing under his breath. He finally picked up his
pace and it wasn’t too long before my walls once again contracted around his member from pleasure. One of his hands slipped in between our sweaty bodies, rubbing my clit furiously. He was close, his movements and thrusts were getting sloppier and slower and I could see sweat beads cover his forehead. I screamed out when he hit my spot once again whilst rubbing my clit and all I could see was stars.

Brian came when I did, his white seed coating my walls. My head was leaning against his shoulder and his was leaning on my head. Both of us were breathing heavily and our hearts beating fast. I felt sleepy and exhausted. As soon as we both had put our clothes on and fixed ourselves, so that we looked presentable I fell asleep in Brian’s arms. He caught me just before I fell to the floor and when he carried me through the bar, he told me the words I never expected him to say. If I had been awake, I wouldn’t have known what to do but since I had not been, my mind was up in the clouds and I had not caught on to a single word he had uttered.

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