It’s a good thing Abby is out with her boyfriend tonight, because I’m going to go crazy if I don’t make myself cum.
There was a chance Abby could come home, but she normally spent the night with her boyfriend after their dates. It was a risk I had to take. I stripped off my clothes, put a sheet on the couch, and covered up with blanket. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t do what I knew I was going to end up doing anyway. When the the fire between my legs got too hot to ignore, I slid my hand down my stomach and let my finger graze my clit. I was so wet and excited that it didn’t take much more than a gentle touch for my clit to form a hard knot. I had been coming home drunk so much that I couldn’t remember the last time I actually masturbated. The feeling was so intense that it was almost like masturbating for the very first time.
“Oh god.” I moaned and felt a sizzle of pleasure surge through my body.
I closed my eyes and thought of Harlan. I imagined his powerful arms holding me while his calloused hands explored my body. I could see him in my thoughts—both the version I remembered from my father’s barbecue and the more distinguished one that bought my drinks. He had gotten even sexier since the barbecues. I pictured what his body would look like with the added muscle mass, and I wondered if he had any new tattoos to go along with the ones I saw back then. I imagined my hand feeling his cock through his pants and wanting it inside me. I rubbed my clit a little harder and felt the pressure getting stronger as an orgasm begged to be released.
I want you to pop my cherry. I want you to be the first man that fucks me.
My fingers moved in a quick circle, making my whole body tingle with anticipation. The image I created of Harlan devoured my lips, kissing me with the same ferocity I felt for him. His body was against mine, ready to ravage my pussy for the very first time. I wondered what it would feel like. I let my imagination run wild and pushed a finger into my wetness, plunging it into my virgin pussy. I gave myself several thrusts that I imagined were Harlan’s hard cock, although I knew it would be much bigger than my finger. My fingernail scraped against my hymen and I pulled it out before I tore the skin. I started circling my clit again, and as the minutes passed, I found myself getting even closer to the orgasm my body craved.
Oh god, Harlan. Make me cum like I’ve always imagined.
My tongue flicked against my lips and pressed against the bottom one. I pretended that my mouth was being forced open by his as he kissed me again. I was trapped in the fantasy with images flashing behind my eyelids. I started breathing heavier and I concentrated on my pleasure. I rubbed my clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, and then I felt my muscles tighten. I had reached the point of no return and my pussy started to spasm. My legs quivered and my abdomen vibrated with pleasure. I kept my finger moving in a circle until there was nothing left and my orgasm was over. My body slumped back against the couch and I slowly opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling again.
Why couldn’t I have ended up with a man like him? He always seemed so devoted to his wife. I used to imagine myself taking her place, just so I could be the one that was holding his hand.
My mind continued to spin as I lay in the pool of lust that saturated the sheet beneath me. The afterglow brought all of my sorrowful emotions back to the surface and I felt tears in my eyes. I hated Chad for what he did to me, but I felt some of that hatred shifting to Harlan’s ex-wife. She had the most amazing man in the world and she cheated on him. I didn’t understand why it was so hard to stay loyal to the one that loved you. I never once considered cheating on Chad. I wasn’t even tempted by other guys. As my thoughts continued to consume me, I started to wonder if there was even a such thing as loyalty and fidelity. Perhaps I was a fool for believing in it to begin with.
Chapter Three
Harlan
One year ago
My life was a series of ups and downs, leading to the moment I thought would define my future when I said my wedding vows. I married a spitfire named Maria who was the love of my life. It was never perfect, especially when her Latina temper flared, but it was worth it when we found our way back to a passionate embrace. I never dreamed she would seek comfort from another man. To make it worse, it wasn’t even love that cost me my marriage. She was just a slut. If a guy showed interest and he had a little money to spend on her expensive tastes, she had no problem showing her appreciation. I knew something was off when I saw her wearing a necklace I didn’t buy her—one that I couldn’t have easily afforded without breaking the bank.
My suspicions were confirmed when I accidentally saw a text message on her phone from some guy thanking her for the previous night and asking if she liked her gift. I raged when I found out she was cheating on me. I came dangerously close to doing something I would regret for the rest of my life. I didn’t realize what I was capable of until I saw the fear in her eyes while my fist was raised above my head. That fear quelled my rage before I could strike, and I never went back home. I called my best friend, Gabe, and asked if he would be willing to let me crash at his place for a few days. He was more than receptive once he heard what Maria had done, and an hour later, I was standing at his door.
“Hey, man. I’m sorry.” Gabe gave me a quick hug after I walked through his front door.
“Thanks.” I nodded and dropped my bag near the stairs. “I hate to impose.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re not imposing at all. This will be just like college all over again.” Gabe gave me a friendly smile and motioned for me to follow him. “I’ve even got some beer in the fridge—granted, it’s a little better than the rotgut shit we used to drink by the case.”
“I don’t know if beer is going to be strong enough.” I followed him and sighed.
“Well in that case, I’ve got some single malt Scotch begging to be opened.” He took a quick turn before he got to the kitchen and opened his liquor cabinet.
“So, maybe the adult version of college.” I chuckled as he poured a couple of glasses and handed one to me.
Gabe was my roommate at the frat house from freshman year to graduation. We made a lot of memories over the course of the four years we spent drinking our way towards our degrees. When I met Maria, he was the first one I wanted to introduce her to. After the relationship progressed to the point that I knew she would be my wife, he was the only choice to stand at my side as my best man. We had grown apart once I got married. He had no interest in settling down, and our interests went in opposite directions. I made new friends that mostly consisted of other couples we hung out with, but when my darkest hour came, the one I knew I could count on most was Gabe. He welcomed me into his home and gave me a place to stay without even batting an eyelash.
“You’ve never thought about settling down?” I lifted my drink to my lips and savored the Scotch when it touched my tongue.
“Nah, man.” Gabe chuckled and shook his head. “Why settle down when there are so many lonely women in the world?”
“Maybe I should have followed in your footsteps.” I sighed and stared at my drink. “We had some good years though, before it all went to shit.”
“It was an experience.” Gabe smiled and nod
ded. “Like all experiences, you learned from it. My life is no different—I just have a lot more experiences.”
“And a few luxuries I’ve never had.” I looked around his living room. “This whole house might as well be a gigantic man cave, not to mention the Porsche in the driveway.”
“Yeah, it might be a little fancier than the frat house, but now that we’re living together, we get to relive the glory days.” He lifted his drink for a toast. “Here’s to reliving the best days of our lives.”
“Maybe.” I nodded and raised my glass before taking a sip. “I might be a little old for that now.”