CHAPTER 16: EVENTUALLY, YOU ALWAYS GO BACK TO WHERE YOU FELT GOOD

Of everything Brianne said to Elaine that morning two days ago, one line stuck with me: The love I see in your eyes when you look at him.

Yeah. I totally agree with Brianne, even if I doubt she meant these eyes of love—the ones staring up at me right now while she’s on her knees, my cock deep in her mouth, and that filthy, hungry look in her eyes.

After that fight we had—about her seeing some dude without even telling me—she probably realized I was right to be pissed off.

That’s probably why, just three hours ago, she came up to me and said: «Tyler’s picking me up soon»—that’s the name of the loser she’s dating—«I’ll hang out at his place for a bit, then he’s taking me to dinner. He’s sooo sweet! Obviously I can’t take you to the table with us—what kind of romantic dinner would that be? But if you promise to pretend you don’t know me, I’ll let you follow us. That way, you’ll see what kind of guy he is and tell me what you think, okay?»

I know she didn’t mean to be mean, but that ’pretend you don’t know me’ line seriously cut deep.

That’s not something you want to hear from your best friend—or at least, that’s what I thought she was.

But now I’m starting to think this whole "best friend" thing is just one-sided.

I’ve had sex with a hundred times the people she has, but I’ve never ignored her, never pushed her aside, never once told her to act like I don’t exist.

On the contrary, I even invited her along when I went out with a girl, so she wouldn’t feel left out.

(And yeah, okay, I hoped for a threesome with her, not that it ever happened)

And this is how she thanks me? Treating me like a fucking stranger just because some dude’s giving her attention? Fuck that.

Still, I went along with her idea and sat two tables away from them, just enough to watch without being noticed... and fuck, it pissed me off!

That guy really is as nice as she said! Polite, caring, talkative, smart... you can tell he’s got his shit together.

He’s not a model—and probably not a sex god either—but besides that... he actually seems like the perfect boyfriend.

The kind of guy Elaine deserves.

And I fucking hate that.

I never thought I’d say it, but seeing them together, so close and in sync... it’s eating me alive.

Jealousy is gnawing at my insides.

I can’t let someone steal Elaine from me!

Does it make sense? No, fuck no, it doesn’t make any sense.

But Elaine and Isabelle are mine, and always will be.

That’s just how it is.

That’s why, the second Elaine got up to go to the bathroom, I slipped out right after her without drawing too much attention.

I slipped into the bathroom just as she was about to close the door and... well, here we are.

Her soft, slim lips are gliding up and down my cock like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

At first, when I grabbed her from behind and started squeezing her tits under that classy evening dress, licking her neck, she tried to stop me.

«N-Not here, Ren, please...»

But that didn’t last long—the second I dropped my pants and let her feel my hard cock rubbing between her thighs, under the hem of her dress, she caved instantly.

«R-Ren... but I told you to pretend you don’t know me...»

Funny how she said that while pulling down my boxers and kneeling at my feet, brushing that green lock of hair behind her ear.

The way her tongue moves on my dick... like a little girl licking an ice cream... fuck, it’s amazing.

I didn’t know Elaine was so good with her mouth.

If we weren’t in a restaurant, I’d cum all over her face without a second thought—but yeah, a girl with cum-dripping hair isn’t exactly restaurant chic.

Still, as good as it feels, a blowjob isn’t enough.

Not even a minute later, she’s got her cheek pressed against the tiled wall and my hand covering her mouth.

I didn’t even have to undress her—just had to lift that ridiculously short black dress of hers.

She’s not the kind to wear stuff like that—I’ve never seen her in anything but jeans—but let’s be honest: jeans wouldn’t have made it this easy to shove my cock inside her.

Makes me wonder if she wore that dress on purpose, expecting me to follow her and give her exactly what a girl like her deserves—my cock.

«R-Ren... be quick, Tyler might get suspicious...»

«Be quick? I couldn’t even if I tried... I’m not your precious Tyler. Didn’t you say you were with him this afternoon? And yet, here you are, still so desperate for cock? Guess he didn’t do a great job, huh? Don’t worry, best friends are good for that too, right?»

She doesn’t answer—not that I expected her to, honestly.

No woman on Earth would have the guts to say: «My boyfriend is sweet, polite, caring and smart... but your cock is irreplaceable!» Not that she has to.

Her body already says it loud and clear.

Of course, our little moment of bliss couldn’t last forever...

—KNOCK! KNOCK!

«Elaine... are you okay? You’ve been in the bathroom for almost ten minutes. Is something wrong? Are you feeling sick?»

Has it really been ten minutes? Time really flies when you’re having fun... and the funniest part is, if that idiot Tyler were in my place, he’d have finished nine minutes ago. Poor Elaine.

I can’t blame her for needing to come back to me every now and then.

«Y-Yeah, Tyler. I’m... I’m fine, really... I just... have a bit of a stomachache...»

She must’ve pushed herself hard to keep her moans in, especially with Tyler standing right outside the fucking door.

But I bet tearing herself away from my cock was way harder.

She doesn’t say a word, but the look she gives me before walking out of the bathroom like nothing happened is crystal clear.

The look of someone silently saying: «We can’t now... but as soon as I’m done with him, I want more. Got it?»

Seriously, I don’t get why she’s even messing around with Tyler... What does he have that I can’t give her? Money? No way—my mom’s a fucking millionaire. Sex? No contest there either.

So what is it, then? I’m already here, I can give her everything she needs!

Sometimes women really are fucking impossible to figure out!