Complications

          "It'll be alright, trust me," She whispers in my ear as she leads me to my bedroom. "He'll never find out about us."

          I can fear my anxiety rising as she closes and  locks the door behind me. She pushes me down on the bed and starts to undo her shirt. I lay there, motionless, not sure how I should feel at this moment. My friend's girlfriend finishes disrobing and begins to work at my belt. On one hand, I've always had a sort of twisted curiosity about friend's girlfriend, but that's all it had been, curiosity. Now that it was progressing to the next level, I didn't know how to act, or even how to feel.  Her hand traces lines across my now bare chest. I shudder a little, mostly because her touches tickle, but also because I realize what kind of monster I am turning into. I gaze upon her naked body and desire courses through my veins. No one will find out. I grab her hips and pull her down on top of me. She gives a little yelp of delight and our lips meet for the first time. She has such soft, full lips. Suddenly, she pulls away from me. I sit up, confused by her apparent second thoughts, but instead of getting dressed and leaving like I thought she would, she turns and gets on her hands and knees. Her back arches and her body beckons me. Again my mind is overwhelmed with the primal desire that only sex can produce. I lean over her, making sure she can feel my hot breath on her back as I insert myself into her. She exhales audibly as I begin to thrust. My mind starts to race furiously. Why is she so willing to do this with me? Is she that unhappy with her boyfriend? How can I do this to my friend's girlfriend?! I begin to thrust harder. Why am I enjoying this so much? She moans. Why does this make me feel so dominant?  I thrust again and she lays flat on her stomach. I loom over her, loving the submission she is exhibiting. Before I can reenter her, she rolls over and pushes me back. Again, I think she is having second thoughts and again she proves me wrong. She pulls the covers over herself and my lower half and I feel her lips wrap around my member. I lift the covers to allow myself to enjoy the show, but as soon as I do, the door to my bedroom springs open. My Ex enters the room and looks around with a sad expression on her face as the scenario unfolds in front of her.

       "Everyone is wondering where you two went, you should probably get downstairs before more people start to wonder." She says.

I don't even begin to make excuses, I just get dressed and rejoin the party that is ensuing downstairs. Throughout the night I give my Ex a series of apologetic looks, but she continues to just look sad and finally shakes her head at my last attempt to apologize.

Meanwhile, I'm also keeping an eye on my friend's girlfriend, curious as to how she is handling the entire situation. She looks completely unfazed, instead looking at me with accusing eyes that somehow say, "You better not tell."


End.