MidReal Story

Dirty Filthy Bastard

Scenario:John Ward holds her hands tightly, enjoying the simple intimacy of just being close to her. He leads in and presses a kiss to her forehead. He smiles softly and looks into her eyes "Slow is perfect. I want to experience every moment with you, from the little things to the big ones." John runs his hand gently through her hair, and, whispers in her ear "I'm all yours too, and I plan on making the most of our time together." Lena smiles softly and takes John's hands in hers "Okay, slow is good. I don't want to rush this either." She smiles and nods in agreement. "I never want this night to end," she whispers to John. She leans in closer, her lips finding his as they start kissing again. She takes his face in her hands as the kiss deepens, and they slowly move towards the bed, their bodies moving together in a sensual dance. John gently lifts her up and lays her down on the bed, his hands tracing the contours of her body as they continue to kiss. She presses her body against John's, running her hands along his arms and chest. "John, you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this," she says, her voice filled with anticipation. "I want to see every inch of your body, to explore every part of you, and I want you to do the same to me." She presses her body against John's, running her hands along his arms and chest. "John, you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this," she says, her voice filled with anticipation. "I want to see every inch of your body, to explore every part of you. And I want you to do the same to me." She gently guides John's hands to the hem of his shirt, signaling for him to take it off. "I can't wait to explore you," she whispers as she helps him remove his shirt, her hands gliding over his bare chest. She runs her fingers over John's chest, teasing him with her touch. "I want to feel every muscle, every contour of your body," she says, her voice full of desire. "I want to know every inch of you, to memorize every curve and every line." She smiles and leans in, her lips brushing against his as she starts to kiss him again. She wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss, losing herself in the moment. "John," she whispers as their lips finally separate, "you're everything I've wanted. Everything I've been searching for. And tonight, I want to show you how much you mean to me." Lena bites her lip softly while looking into John's eyes. "Can we take things slow tonight?" She asked. Knowing John intended on making love. Finally getting to have intimate time with her. They kissed intimately as his hands roamed her curvaceous body. Creating the sparks that'd become a roaring blaze. As his fingers continued to explore Lena, rubbing her split and feeling her hairless mound. Shaved completely bald with perfect shape and form. It was beautiful. He rubbed her clit and slid his bird finger between her lips, and inside her tight, wet, and hot pussy. There was a soft knock at the door interrupting them. They both looked toward the knocking. "What in the hell." John tensed, but he whispered against her ear, "Just relax." He slowly withdrew his hand from her, and she felt a rush of cool air as he pulled away. Lena was soaking wet and her pussy ached to feel him inside. He reached for the sheet and covered her up, and then she sat up beside John on the bed. "Come in," Lena called out. Her voice barely above a whisper. It was heard on the other side of the door. Lisa then entered the room, managing a small smile. "Hey girl...I'd hug you but I'm naked." Lena said. "Let's go for a walk outside," Lisa Jones said. "Alright." Lena's voice still shaky."I need some fresh air." John nodded, and was squeezing Lena's hand reassuringly. "Go ahead, baby." John was so good to her, his eyes filled with lust and hunger, but also understanding. He knew that she needed some time to talk to her bestie." She was about to take the next step in their relationship. "Hurry back...we were turning up the heat, babe." He encouraged her. "I'll be right back," she whispers to John, a twinkle in her eye. She throws on a robe and follows Lisa out of the room, closing the door behind her. As they step out into the cool night air, Lena feels a sense of relief wash over her. She takes a deep breath and looks up at the stars, feeling the weight of the world lifted from her shoulders. Lit a cigarette and took a big drag. Lena turned to Lisa, who was standing beside her, her face lit up with concern. "What's wrong, honey?" She asked. "I don't know," Lisa replies, shaking her head. "I just feel like I should say something." She replied. "Say something about what?" Lena asked. "About you, about you, and the way I feel about you. I know you are in love with Johnny, but I want you to know that you're more than just a friend." Lisa said. Lena was surprised by her confession and she was curious as well. "You have feelings for me?" Lisa nods, "Yes, I certainly have, and I want to kiss you, is that Okay?" Lisa asked. "Yes, it's okay," Lena replied, her heart racing. She took a step closer to Lisa, and they shared a gentle and passion filled kiss. It was a moment of passion and tenderness that seemed to last forever. Lena felt a warmth in her heart and a deep in her core, and there was a connection to Lisa that she had never felt before. She was excited and nervous, unsure of what the future might hold, but she knew that she was willing to explore this new aspect of their relationship together. "That was so good, babe." Lena said. "Can we kiss again?" Lisa asked. "Yes", and she leaned into her kissing zone, and Lisa passionately kissed her with a hunger and intimacy, she never would've expected to find in her best friend. "Keep on going." She moved on to her neck. Sending chills and thrills down her spine. "Oh my fucking God...Lisa." She said. They heard something and looked over at John standing there. Neither sure of what or how much he saw. "What are you two doing, huh?" "Nothing...baby. Just talking. That's all. Nothing more, sweetheart." Lena defended her position. John nodded, "Okay, but I thought you said you would hurry back." "I know, but Lisa and I got caught up in our conversation," Lena explained. John smiled, "That's okay, I just didn't want to be left waiting all night." He said. "Hurry up, and come back to resume the action." "I've been scared, and I'm ashamed, but I'm apprehensive to engage with him sexually." Lena confessed. "Why are you scared of...ole Johnny?" she asked gently, her hand reaching out to squeeze mine reassuringly. " Lisa's eyes softened with understanding, and she nodded for me to continue. "I know it might sound silly," I said, my voice trembling slightly as I struggled to find the right words to explain my fears. "But every time we tried... well, it just never felt right." Lisa squeezed my hand again, offering silent support as I continued to open up to her. "I was always worried that he would be disappointed in me," I confessed, feeling a lump form in my throat as emotions welled up inside of me. "That he would think less of me if I couldn't... well, if I couldn't be what he wanted me to be." Lisa pulled me into a gentle hug, holding me tightly as tears began to fall from my eyes. "It's okay," she whispered softly against my ear. "You don't have to be afraid anymore." I took a deep breath, letting her words sink in and fill me with a sense of comfort and reassurance. "Johnny loves you," Lisa continued, her voice filled with conviction."He wants you to be happy." Lena nodded slowly, feeling a weight lift off of my shoulders as I realized that Lisa was right. Johnny did love me, and he wanted me to be happy too. "His cock is like 7 or 8 inches, and thick in the middle." Lisa smiled at Lena, nodding. "That's wonderful, Lena, I'm glad to hear that. It sounds like John is a great catch." She said. "He is," Lena replied, a warm smile lighting up her face. "He's kind, smart, and he makes me feel so special." Lisa smiled, "That's so nice to hear, honey. It sounds like you have a keeper there. You deserve to be happy." "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world," Lena said with a smile. "I never thought I'd find someone like John, but he's everything I ever wanted and more." Lisa nodded in agreement. "You do deserve to be happy, and you deserve to have someone who makes you feel loved and cherished and like the most special person in the world." "It sounds like John is that person for you." Lena nodding "Definitely is." John comes back to see what's holding the girls up. In the back of his mind in a corner nobody else could ever see, he hoped that they were going to give him a threesome. Although he knew they weren't. He wasn't sure whether Lisa even liked men. "What in the hell are you two doing.…come on. Let's make some margaritas." Lena laughs, "We're coming, we're coming." She turns to Lisa, "Thanks for talking with me." She said. "Anytime, hon," Lisa replied. Lena and Lisa follow John, and Lena holds onto John's hand tightly, feeling grateful for his support and love. 2 They constructed some damn good margaritas. They used Don Julio tequila and Bailey's mix. Added some fresh fruit. John had noticed that the girls were buzzing and dancing. They looked into each other's eyes, and John be damned, they kissed. Their lips slowly came together. John looked over as the kiss deepened and became a passionate tongue kiss that ignited a drunken intimacy that knew no boundaries. He wasn't sure whether to be angry or not. Because they were turning him on. Lisa sucked Lena's neck, and was freeing up her tits. John knew she was going to suck them. Make love to his lady's tits. "I need you, baby...so goddamn fucking bad." Lisa informed. Lena let out a moan as her nipples were being sucked. John knew that his woman was so wet. He didn't even need to feel her to see. Lisa had her turned on a very high level. Blazing intensity and mind boggling intimacy was building within the group. . "What about, John?" Lena asked. "I don't know." Lisa said, but never looked up. "I'm right here, ladies." John said. "Are you going to fuck your man tonight, baby? Don't tell me that you are too afraid to use his cock for your pleasure." Lisa taunted her. "Yes...I'm going to let him go all the way with me tonight, but I'm not on birth control, Lisa." Lena said with concern. "Use condoms...that problem is solved." Lisa said. "Johnny has trouble getting off when he wears a condom." Lena replied. "Do you want to feel Johnny's big dick inside your pussy? It's a big one like you see in porn." "I don't know. The last time I had a dick was in 2012, I fucked a friend after class in my dorm room." Lisa said. "I have been with women since that last day." Lena's hand went up her mini dress. "You could get back in the game tonight...huh?" "I don't know," Lisa replied, "Johnny and I are just friends, and I don't want to do anything that would ruin our friendship. Besides, it's your night with him, and I don't want to get in the way of that." "What if John wanted to try you in a different way, would you do it?" Lena asked. Lisa thought for a minute, "What do you mean by a different way?" "You know...other than friends." She confirmed what she meant. "I think he's and I will do you. Make you feel the way that you deserve to feel." "I don't know," Lisa said, "I care about Johnny as a friend, and I don't want to do anything that might hurt our friendship or cause a rift between us." Lisa pulled her close to her. "Besides, I'm not sure if I'm ready for such a big step." They kissed and increased the intense feeling of arousal. "Wow...you do something to me." Lena said. Before she walked over to Johnny, who had been watching us and jacking off. Lena knew her man would fuck them both. Lena didn't push the issue, but went to her knees and took his dick into her mouth. She started off slow, but quickly increased her pace. Lisa's eyes widened as she watched Lena begin to pleasure John with her mouth. She could feel the heat rising within her as she watched the couple indulge in their desires. Her hand found her mound and it started working with a purpose. It was so wet. They had turned her on. John grabbed Lena's hair, and that's when Lisa got herself off. It was just too much pleasure, too quick, and she was far too aroused and ready. Lena was sucking at a rapid pace that had her man in ecstasy. "Oh shit...Lena...I'm gonna cum, baby." Upon his warning she pulled up upoffnet. They took several minutes, but then Lena mounted her husband, and rode his cock like a carnival ride. Lisa was working her pussy with a quickness and aggression. Her moans had escaped her mouth, despite her best efforts to stifle them. As Johnny watched both women please themselves, it was the most erotic and exciting thing that he had ever seen. He couldn't wait any longer. Lisa and Lena could see Johnny approaching them. "Are you sure about this, Johnny?" Lisa asked, hesitant for some reason. Lena looked at Lisa with a reassuring smile. "I trust Johnny with all my heart," she said. "And I'm sure that he'll make it an incredible night for all of us." A mischievous gleam appeared in Lisa's eye as she grinned back at Lena. "Oh, I bet he will," she said, her voice laced with teasing. Lisa nodded, still looking a bit unsure but trusting Lena's judgment. "Okay, I'll go along with it," she said. "But only if you're sure about this too, Lisa," Johnny added. "I don't want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable." Traces a fingertip along his jawline, my touch feather-light and electric. "Tell me, does this passionate sex ignite something within you, Johnny?" The voice said. "A primal hunger perhaps? It seems their wanton display has awakened quite the beast." It continued on, until the knock on the front door startled everyone. "Who in the hell is on the door at 11:30 at night." Johnny said. At the doorstep stands a woman. She is the epitome of beauty and grace. Her long, black hair is pulled back in a neat bun, exposing her perfectly defined and tanned face. She is dressed in a form-fitting red dress, with a slit reaching up to her thigh, and black stiletto heels accentuating her curves. Her eyes are a deep shade of green, and her gaze is intense and seductive. The mysterious woman smiles, her lips painted a deep shade of red. "Good evening," she purrs, her voice smooth and sensual. "May I speak with you for a moment?" The husband is taken aback by her confidence and direct approach, but he composes himself quickly. "Sure, come in," he says, gesturing for her to step inside. Once inside she saw the two attractive blonde ladies half naked, and she could see that they'd been involved in a 3-way sexual throw-down, or group masturbation. At the sight of the two blonde ladies, the mysterious woman arched an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing at the corners of her lips. The women looked at her in shock, unsure of who this new woman was, or How she had ended up here. She was striking, and her confidence was intoxicating. The women exchanged glances, silently wondering what the other was doing. None even remotely sure, but beyond curious. She noticed that the husband stood off to the side. He was watching the encounter unfold with a mix of confusion and intrigue. The mysterious woman sauntered toward John, her hips swaying with each step. "Hello there, handsome," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "I see you have some very beautiful company here." "You have good eyesight, but terrible timing...we are currently busy for the evening, so who are you, why are you here, and if you're a salesman then just turn around and don't hesitate leaving." Johnny said. The mysterious woman chuckled at his bluntness. "Oh, I'm no salesman, my dear." She ran a finger along his jawline, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. "I am looking for something...specific," she continued, her voice low and seductive. "I believe you may have just the thing I need." "What might that be?" Johnny asked. He was intrigued, curious, anxious, nervous, and a little angry, but Johnny knew how to not loose his cool. Well...that is until he didn't. The mysterious woman leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing against his ear. "You see, I have a certain...taste," she whispered. "And I can tell, just from looking at you, that you possess what I desire." "You are welcome to come see us and have a good time. However it's by appointment only, and you didn't make an appointment." Johnny told her. The woman raised an eyebrow, clearly unaccustomed to being told no. "I see," she said, her tone turning cool and condescending. "So you require an appointment, do you? Well, I'm afraid that won't do. You see, I don't make appointments. I take what I want, when I want it." "Well so do I...and I'll just tell you now, upfront. You've either gotta go, or you're getting fucked. So it's up to you...get your pussy fucked, or get to moving on." John's orders were firm, but not aggressive. The mysterious woman's expression hardened, but there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes at the thought of his proposition. "Is that so?" she said, taking a step closer. "You think you can handle me?" The woman chuckled, amused by his words. "You Texans do have a certain charm about you," she said, her tone softening. "And you're right, I suppose it does take a bit of bravery, or perhaps foolishness, to barge into a stranger's home unannounced." "But let me tell you," she continued, her eyes narrowing. "I'm neither brave nor foolish. I simply know what I want, and I go after it with gusto." With a sudden swift motion she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close and pressing her body against his. John tried to resist, but the woman's hold on him was strong, and her body was warm and inviting. He found himself unable to resist, as her scent filled his nostrils and her soft skin brushed against his. The other women looked on in surprise, unsure of how to react. They could see the conflicting emotions on John's face, torn between the unexpected situation and his growing desire. "Don't fight it," she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down his spine. "Just surrender to the feeling." John opened his eyes to look at Lena, and she was watching the encounter. She felt a mixture of apprehension and excitement. She could see the struggle in her man's eyes. It made her heart race with anticipation. The beautiful brunette woman liked Lena's man, and to see her with him was a turn-on for Lena. "What's your name, honey?" John asked. The mysterious woman loosened her grip, allowing him to pull back just slightly. "I'm Lucille.," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "Pleased call me Lucci." She ran her hand down his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.Luci's lips curve into a tremulous smile, her voice barely above a whisper as she reaches out to touch your face If you wish it, my love, forever it shall be. "Are you going to give me a wild west Texas fucking?" Lucille asked. He intimate hold on him was very possessive, and usually only done between actual couples. "I'd love to see those cute blondes kiss each other. They're absolutely adorable." "Luci," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and his resolve was weakening with each passing moment. Lena watched silently, her breath quickening as she took in the scene before her. Luci's hand moved lower, tracing the contours of his abs through the thin fabric of his shirt. "You have quite the physique," she crooned, her lips hovering just above his ear. John's muscles tensed automatically at her touch, but he made no move to push her away. His mind was a maelstrom of desire and guilt, torn between his loyalty to Lena and his physical response to this stranger. "You like to work out, huh?" she murmured, her hands slipping beneath his shirt to explore the firm planes of his chest. "I can tell. You're all hard and tight in all the right places. It's very attractive." A small sound escaped John's lips, halfway between a gasp and a moan. He could feel the heat growing between them, a palpable tension that was both exciting and dangerous. "Do you want to fuck me?" Luci asked. "Tell me how you want me, Tex. You want me to ride your cock? Do you want to fuck me doggystyle?" John was taken aback by her forwardness, but he couldn't deny the effect it was having on him. "Yes," he said, his voice low and slightly shaky. "I want you. Right here, right now." John could hardly believe what was happening, but the intensity of the moment had him fully in its grip. He pushed her up against the nearest wall, his body pressed tightly against hers as his hands roamed over her curves. "You're so damn hot," he growled, his voice rough with lust. Luci gasped at the sudden change in their positions, but her arousal only intensified as he took control. "That's right, cowboy," she purred. "Don't hold back. Give me everything you've got." John wasted no time in obeying her command. He grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head, leaving her completely at his mercy. "You asked for it," he warned, before capturing her lips in a rough, hungry kiss. Luci melted beneath him, her body surrendering to his touch. "Yes," she moaned, "take me. Take whatever you want." She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him with urgent need. The thin fabric of their clothing did little to hide their arousal, and they both knew that it wouldn't take long before they were completely consumed by their desires. John broke the kiss, his breath ragged and uneven. "Bedroom," he muttered, his voice hoarse with need. He half-carried, half-dragged her down the hallway, both of them too caught up in the moment to care about anything else. They stumbled into the bedroom, John's hands roaming over her body as they went. "Goddamnit, you're good looking," he said, his eyes roaming over her body with unabashed hunger. Luci couldn't help but shiver beneath his gaze. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice thick with arousal. "I want to feel you," John growled, his hands roaming greedily over her body. He pushed her down onto the bed, his lips trailing down her neck as his fingers found the smooth curve of her hip. "I want to make you scream." John was caught up in the thralls of passion. Luci arched her back, her body responding to every touch. "Do it," she demanded, her voice almost a plea. "Make me feel everything." John didn't need any further encouragement. He moved over her body, his lips and tongue teasing and tantalizing every inch of skin he could reach. His hips rocked against hers, creating a delicious friction that had them both moaning uncontrollably. Luci let out a shaky breath, her hands grasping at his shoulders as if to keep herself grounded. "More," she gasped, "I need more." John was happy to oblige. He shifted his position, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. "Is this what you want?" He asked, his voice thick with desire. "Yes," she gasped, "oh God, yes." She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as she met his movements with frantic need. The intensity of their joining was overwhelming, each touch and kiss driving them higher and higher towards the peak of ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths and whispered words of desire. John's body moved against hers in a primal rhythm, their passion and urgency building with every passing moment. Luci felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, so intense that she couldn't help but cry out. "Oh, God, John, I'm- I'm..." But before she could finish her sentence, he silenced her with a kiss, his hips never ceasing their steady, rhythmic motion. "Don't worry," he murmured against her lips. "I've got you." He increased his pace, driving her higher and higher until she was teetering on the edge of oblivion. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he shifted his angle, hitting a spot inside her that sent her over the edge. The pressure inside her coiled so tight that she almost stopped breathing before it shattered into a million glittering pieces. The whole world went white for a few moments. John held her through her climax, keeping up a steady stream of murmured words of approval and affection. As her trembling subsided, he allowed himself to follow her over the edge, his movements becoming more erratic as he let go. He buried his face in her neck, groaning her name in a broken voice. They lay there for a few moments, panting and sweaty, both of them coming down from their intense release. Finally, John rolled off of her, pulling her against his side as they caught their breaths. "Damn," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "You're something else." John stiffened slightly, the mention of Lena reminding him of his guilt and confusion. He had been so lost in the moment with Lucci that he had almost forgotten about her entirely…almost. He exhaled slowly, trying to find the words to explain the unexplainable. "It's...complicated," he said finally, his voice thick with emotion. "Lena and I have been together for a long time, and I love her. But I can't deny that I was drawn to you, intensely." He ran a hand through his hair, his expression conflicted. "I don't know what to do." Luci propped herself up on one elbow, looking at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. There was something in John's face that tugged at her heartstrings, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for his situation. "You're torn," she said gently. "You love your girlfriend, but you're attracted to me." "Yes," John admitted, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "It's like I'm caught in the middle. I want to be loyal to Lena, but there's something about you that just pulls me in. It's like I can't resist you." Luci's expression softened even more. She reached out and placed a gentle hand on his chest. "You're only human, you know. It's natural to be drawn to more than one person. It doesn't mean you love your girlfriend any less." John let out a sigh, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him. "But it feels wrong," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Like I'm betraying her, even just by feeling this way." "Listen to me," Luci said firmly, her voice soft but carrying conviction. "Feeling attraction for someone other than your partner doesn't make you a bad person. It doesn't mean you don't love them with all your heart. It just means you're alive... alive and human." She leaned in closer, searching his face for understanding. "We can't control who we're attracted to. But we can control how we act on those feelings. You need to figure out what you want, and what's best for you and your girlfriend. But don't beat yourself up for feeling something you're powerless to stop." 3 The Higher Power Tiffany walked out into cool morning air of spring time. The weather had been warm, but the temperatures fell following the storms. She lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke. "Hey there, Tiff...what's going on this morning?" Ben asked. "Another great day in the world's busiest deli." She replied. The two continued to smoke and chat. Ben asked her. "Are you currently seeing anyone?" Tiffany Knight, looked at him. Unsure how to approach his question...I'm in a friend with benefits type of situation." "So can I ask you out, from that type of deal?" Ben
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John Ward holds her hands tightly, enjoying the simple intimacy of just being close to her. He leads in and presses a kiss to her forehead. He smiles softly and looks into her eyes "Slow is perfect. I want to experience every moment with you, from the little things to the big ones." John runs his hand gently through her hair, and, whispers in her ear "I'm all yours too, and I plan on making the most of our time together." Lena smiles softly and takes John's hands in hers "Okay, slow is good. I don't want to rush this either." She smiles and nods in agreement. "I never want this night to end," she whispers to John. She leans in closer, her lips finding his as they start kissing again. She takes his face in her hands as the kiss deepens, and they slowly move towards the bed, their bodies moving together in a sensual dance. John gently lifts her up and lays her down on the bed, his hands tracing the contours of her body as they continue to kiss. She presses her body against John's, running her hands along his arms and chest. "John, you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this," she says, her voice filled with anticipation. "I want to see every inch of your body, to explore every part of you, and I want you to do the same to me." She presses her body against John's, running her hands along his arms and chest. "John, you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this," she says, her voice filled with anticipation. "I want to see every inch of your body, to explore every part of you. And I want you to do the same to me." She gently guides John's hands to the hem of his shirt, signaling for him to take it off. "I can't wait to explore you," she whispers as she helps him remove his shirt, her hands gliding over his bare chest. She runs her fingers over John's chest, teasing him with her touch. "I want to feel every muscle, every contour of your body," she says, her voice full of desire. "I want to know every inch of you, to memorize every curve and every line." She smiles and leans in, her lips brushing against his as she starts to kiss him again. She wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss, losing herself in the moment. "John," she whispers as their lips finally separate, "you're everything I've wanted. Everything I've been searching for. And tonight, I want to show you how much you mean to me." Lena bites her lip softly while looking into John's eyes. "Can we take things slow tonight?" She asked. Knowing John intended on making love. Finally getting to have intimate time with her. They kissed intimately as his hands roamed her curvaceous body. Creating the sparks that'd become a roaring blaze. As his fingers continued to explore Lena, rubbing her split and feeling her hairless mound. Shaved completely bald with perfect shape and form. It was beautiful. He rubbed her clit and slid his bird finger between her lips, and inside her tight, wet, and hot pussy. There was a soft knock at the door interrupting them. They both looked toward the knocking. "What in the hell." John tensed, but he whispered against her ear, "Just relax." He slowly withdrew his hand from her, and she felt a rush of cool air as he pulled away. Lena was soaking wet and her pussy ached to feel him inside. He reached for the sheet and covered her up, and then she sat up beside John on the bed. "Come in," Lena called out. Her voice barely above a whisper. It was heard on the other side of the door. Lisa then entered the room, managing a small smile. "Hey girl...I'd hug you but I'm naked." Lena said. "Let's go for a walk outside," Lisa Jones said. "Alright." Lena's voice still shaky."I need some fresh air." John nodded, and was squeezing Lena's hand reassuringly. "Go ahead, baby." John was so good to her, his eyes filled with lust and hunger, but also understanding. He knew that she needed some time to talk to her bestie." She was about to take the next step in their relationship. "Hurry back...we were turning up the heat, babe." He encouraged her. "I'll be right back," she whispers to John, a twinkle in her eye. She throws on a robe and follows Lisa out of the room, closing the door behind her. As they step out into the cool night air, Lena feels a sense of relief wash over her. She takes a deep breath and looks up at the stars, feeling the weight of the world lifted from her shoulders. Lit a cigarette and took a big drag. Lena turned to Lisa, who was standing beside her, her face lit up with concern. "What's wrong, honey?" She asked. "I don't know," Lisa replies, shaking her head. "I just feel like I should say something." She replied. "Say something about what?" Lena asked. "About you, about you, and the way I feel about you. I know you are in love with Johnny, but I want you to know that you're more than just a friend." Lisa said. Lena was surprised by her confession and she was curious as well. "You have feelings for me?" Lisa nods, "Yes, I certainly have, and I want to kiss you, is that Okay?" Lisa asked. "Yes, it's okay," Lena replied, her heart racing. She took a step closer to Lisa, and they shared a gentle and passion filled kiss. It was a moment of passion and tenderness that seemed to last forever. Lena felt a warmth in her heart and a deep in her core, and there was a connection to Lisa that she had never felt before. She was excited and nervous, unsure of what the future might hold, but she knew that she was willing to explore this new aspect of their relationship together. "That was so good, babe." Lena said. "Can we kiss again?" Lisa asked. "Yes", and she leaned into her kissing zone, and Lisa passionately kissed her with a hunger and intimacy, she never would've expected to find in her best friend. "Keep on going." She moved on to her neck. Sending chills and thrills down her spine. "Oh my fucking God...Lisa." She said. They heard something and looked over at John standing there. Neither sure of what or how much he saw. "What are you two doing, huh?" "Nothing...baby. Just talking. That's all. Nothing more, sweetheart." Lena defended her position. John nodded, "Okay, but I thought you said you would hurry back." "I know, but Lisa and I got caught up in our conversation," Lena explained. John smiled, "That's okay, I just didn't want to be left waiting all night." He said. "Hurry up, and come back to resume the action." "I've been scared, and I'm ashamed, but I'm apprehensive to engage with him sexually." Lena confessed. "Why are you scared of...ole Johnny?" she asked gently, her hand reaching out to squeeze mine reassuringly. " Lisa's eyes softened with understanding, and she nodded for me to continue. "I know it might sound silly," I said, my voice trembling slightly as I struggled to find the right words to explain my fears. "But every time we tried... well, it just never felt right." Lisa squeezed my hand again, offering silent support as I continued to open up to her. "I was always worried that he would be disappointed in me," I confessed, feeling a lump form in my throat as emotions welled up inside of me. "That he would think less of me if I couldn't... well, if I couldn't be what he wanted me to be." Lisa pulled me into a gentle hug, holding me tightly as tears began to fall from my eyes. "It's okay," she whispered softly against my ear. "You don't have to be afraid anymore." I took a deep breath, letting her words sink in and fill me with a sense of comfort and reassurance. "Johnny loves you," Lisa continued, her voice filled with conviction."He wants you to be happy." Lena nodded slowly, feeling a weight lift off of my shoulders as I realized that Lisa was right. Johnny did love me, and he wanted me to be happy too. "His cock is like 7 or 8 inches, and thick in the middle." Lisa smiled at Lena, nodding. "That's wonderful, Lena, I'm glad to hear that. It sounds like John is a great catch." She said. "He is," Lena replied, a warm smile lighting up her face. "He's kind, smart, and he makes me feel so special." Lisa smiled, "That's so nice to hear, honey. It sounds like you have a keeper there. You deserve to be happy." "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world," Lena said with a smile. "I never thought I'd find someone like John, but he's everything I ever wanted and more." Lisa nodded in agreement. "You do deserve to be happy, and you deserve to have someone who makes you feel loved and cherished and like the most special person in the world." "It sounds like John is that person for you." Lena nodding "Definitely is." John comes back to see what's holding the girls up. In the back of his mind in a corner nobody else could ever see, he hoped that they were going to give him a threesome. Although he knew they weren't. He wasn't sure whether Lisa even liked men. "What in the hell are you two doing.…come on. Let's make some margaritas." Lena laughs, "We're coming, we're coming." She turns to Lisa, "Thanks for talking with me." She said. "Anytime, hon," Lisa replied. Lena and Lisa follow John, and Lena holds onto John's hand tightly, feeling grateful for his support and love. 2 They constructed some damn good margaritas. They used Don Julio tequila and Bailey's mix. Added some fresh fruit. John had noticed that the girls were buzzing and dancing. They looked into each other's eyes, and John be damned, they kissed. Their lips slowly came together. John looked over as the kiss deepened and became a passionate tongue kiss that ignited a drunken intimacy that knew no boundaries. He wasn't sure whether to be angry or not. Because they were turning him on. Lisa sucked Lena's neck, and was freeing up her tits. John knew she was going to suck them. Make love to his lady's tits. "I need you, baby...so goddamn fucking bad." Lisa informed. Lena let out a moan as her nipples were being sucked. John knew that his woman was so wet. He didn't even need to feel her to see. Lisa had her turned on a very high level. Blazing intensity and mind boggling intimacy was building within the group. . "What about, John?" Lena asked. "I don't know." Lisa said, but never looked up. "I'm right here, ladies." John said. "Are you going to fuck your man tonight, baby? Don't tell me that you are too afraid to use his cock for your pleasure." Lisa taunted her. "Yes...I'm going to let him go all the way with me tonight, but I'm not on birth control, Lisa." Lena said with concern. "Use condoms...that problem is solved." Lisa said. "Johnny has trouble getting off when he wears a condom." Lena replied. "Do you want to feel Johnny's big dick inside your pussy? It's a big one like you see in porn." "I don't know. The last time I had a dick was in 2012, I fucked a friend after class in my dorm room." Lisa said. "I have been with women since that last day." Lena's hand went up her mini dress. "You could get back in the game tonight...huh?" "I don't know," Lisa replied, "Johnny and I are just friends, and I don't want to do anything that would ruin our friendship. Besides, it's your night with him, and I don't want to get in the way of that." "What if John wanted to try you in a different way, would you do it?" Lena asked. Lisa thought for a minute, "What do you mean by a different way?" "You know...other than friends." She confirmed what she meant. "I think he's and I will do you. Make you feel the way that you deserve to feel." "I don't know," Lisa said, "I care about Johnny as a friend, and I don't want to do anything that might hurt our friendship or cause a rift between us." Lisa pulled her close to her. "Besides, I'm not sure if I'm ready for such a big step." They kissed and increased the intense feeling of arousal. "Wow...you do something to me." Lena said. Before she walked over to Johnny, who had been watching us and jacking off. Lena knew her man would fuck them both. Lena didn't push the issue, but went to her knees and took his dick into her mouth. She started off slow, but quickly increased her pace. Lisa's eyes widened as she watched Lena begin to pleasure John with her mouth. She could feel the heat rising within her as she watched the couple indulge in their desires. Her hand found her mound and it started working with a purpose. It was so wet. They had turned her on. John grabbed Lena's hair, and that's when Lisa got herself off. It was just too much pleasure, too quick, and she was far too aroused and ready. Lena was sucking at a rapid pace that had her man in ecstasy. "Oh shit...Lena...I'm gonna cum, baby." Upon his warning she pulled up upoffnet. They took several minutes, but then Lena mounted her husband, and rode his cock like a carnival ride. Lisa was working her pussy with a quickness and aggression. Her moans had escaped her mouth, despite her best efforts to stifle them. As Johnny watched both women please themselves, it was the most erotic and exciting thing that he had ever seen. He couldn't wait any longer. Lisa and Lena could see Johnny approaching them. "Are you sure about this, Johnny?" Lisa asked, hesitant for some reason. Lena looked at Lisa with a reassuring smile. "I trust Johnny with all my heart," she said. "And I'm sure that he'll make it an incredible night for all of us." A mischievous gleam appeared in Lisa's eye as she grinned back at Lena. "Oh, I bet he will," she said, her voice laced with teasing. Lisa nodded, still looking a bit unsure but trusting Lena's judgment. "Okay, I'll go along with it," she said. "But only if you're sure about this too, Lisa," Johnny added. "I don't want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable." Traces a fingertip along his jawline, my touch feather-light and electric. "Tell me, does this passionate sex ignite something within you, Johnny?" The voice said. "A primal hunger perhaps? It seems their wanton display has awakened quite the beast." It continued on, until the knock on the front door startled everyone. "Who in the hell is on the door at 11:30 at night." Johnny said. At the doorstep stands a woman. She is the epitome of beauty and grace. Her long, black hair is pulled back in a neat bun, exposing her perfectly defined and tanned face. She is dressed in a form-fitting red dress, with a slit reaching up to her thigh, and black stiletto heels accentuating her curves. Her eyes are a deep shade of green, and her gaze is intense and seductive. The mysterious woman smiles, her lips painted a deep shade of red. "Good evening," she purrs, her voice smooth and sensual. "May I speak with you for a moment?" The husband is taken aback by her confidence and direct approach, but he composes himself quickly. "Sure, come in," he says, gesturing for her to step inside. Once inside she saw the two attractive blonde ladies half naked, and she could see that they'd been involved in a 3-way sexual throw-down, or group masturbation. At the sight of the two blonde ladies, the mysterious woman arched an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing at the corners of her lips. The women looked at her in shock, unsure of who this new woman was, or How she had ended up here. She was striking, and her confidence was intoxicating. The women exchanged glances, silently wondering what the other was doing. None even remotely sure, but beyond curious. She noticed that the husband stood off to the side. He was watching the encounter unfold with a mix of confusion and intrigue. The mysterious woman sauntered toward John, her hips swaying with each step. "Hello there, handsome," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "I see you have some very beautiful company here." "You have good eyesight, but terrible timing...we are currently busy for the evening, so who are you, why are you here, and if you're a salesman then just turn around and don't hesitate leaving." Johnny said. The mysterious woman chuckled at his bluntness. "Oh, I'm no salesman, my dear." She ran a finger along his jawline, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. "I am looking for something...specific," she continued, her voice low and seductive. "I believe you may have just the thing I need." "What might that be?" Johnny asked. He was intrigued, curious, anxious, nervous, and a little angry, but Johnny knew how to not loose his cool. Well...that is until he didn't. The mysterious woman leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing against his ear. "You see, I have a certain...taste," she whispered. "And I can tell, just from looking at you, that you possess what I desire." "You are welcome to come see us and have a good time. However it's by appointment only, and you didn't make an appointment." Johnny told her. The woman raised an eyebrow, clearly unaccustomed to being told no. "I see," she said, her tone turning cool and condescending. "So you require an appointment, do you? Well, I'm afraid that won't do. You see, I don't make appointments. I take what I want, when I want it." "Well so do I...and I'll just tell you now, upfront. You've either gotta go, or you're getting fucked. So it's up to you...get your pussy fucked, or get to moving on." John's orders were firm, but not aggressive. The mysterious woman's expression hardened, but there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes at the thought of his proposition. "Is that so?" she said, taking a step closer. "You think you can handle me?" The woman chuckled, amused by his words. "You Texans do have a certain charm about you," she said, her tone softening. "And you're right, I suppose it does take a bit of bravery, or perhaps foolishness, to barge into a stranger's home unannounced." "But let me tell you," she continued, her eyes narrowing. "I'm neither brave nor foolish. I simply know what I want, and I go after it with gusto." With a sudden swift motion she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close and pressing her body against his. John tried to resist, but the woman's hold on him was strong, and her body was warm and inviting. He found himself unable to resist, as her scent filled his nostrils and her soft skin brushed against his. The other women looked on in surprise, unsure of how to react. They could see the conflicting emotions on John's face, torn between the unexpected situation and his growing desire. "Don't fight it," she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down his spine. "Just surrender to the feeling." John opened his eyes to look at Lena, and she was watching the encounter. She felt a mixture of apprehension and excitement. She could see the struggle in her man's eyes. It made her heart race with anticipation. The beautiful brunette woman liked Lena's man, and to see her with him was a turn-on for Lena. "What's your name, honey?" John asked. The mysterious woman loosened her grip, allowing him to pull back just slightly. "I'm Lucille.," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "Pleased call me Lucci." She ran her hand down his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.Luci's lips curve into a tremulous smile, her voice barely above a whisper as she reaches out to touch your face If you wish it, my love, forever it shall be. "Are you going to give me a wild west Texas fucking?" Lucille asked. He intimate hold on him was very possessive, and usually only done between actual couples. "I'd love to see those cute blondes kiss each other. They're absolutely adorable." "Luci," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and his resolve was weakening with each passing moment. Lena watched silently, her breath quickening as she took in the scene before her. Luci's hand moved lower, tracing the contours of his abs through the thin fabric of his shirt. "You have quite the physique," she crooned, her lips hovering just above his ear. John's muscles tensed automatically at her touch, but he made no move to push her away. His mind was a maelstrom of desire and guilt, torn between his loyalty to Lena and his physical response to this stranger. "You like to work out, huh?" she murmured, her hands slipping beneath his shirt to explore the firm planes of his chest. "I can tell. You're all hard and tight in all the right places. It's very attractive." A small sound escaped John's lips, halfway between a gasp and a moan. He could feel the heat growing between them, a palpable tension that was both exciting and dangerous. "Do you want to fuck me?" Luci asked. "Tell me how you want me, Tex. You want me to ride your cock? Do you want to fuck me doggystyle?" John was taken aback by her forwardness, but he couldn't deny the effect it was having on him. "Yes," he said, his voice low and slightly shaky. "I want you. Right here, right now." John could hardly believe what was happening, but the intensity of the moment had him fully in its grip. He pushed her up against the nearest wall, his body pressed tightly against hers as his hands roamed over her curves. "You're so damn hot," he growled, his voice rough with lust. Luci gasped at the sudden change in their positions, but her arousal only intensified as he took control. "That's right, cowboy," she purred. "Don't hold back. Give me everything you've got." John wasted no time in obeying her command. He grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head, leaving her completely at his mercy. "You asked for it," he warned, before capturing her lips in a rough, hungry kiss. Luci melted beneath him, her body surrendering to his touch. "Yes," she moaned, "take me. Take whatever you want." She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him with urgent need. The thin fabric of their clothing did little to hide their arousal, and they both knew that it wouldn't take long before they were completely consumed by their desires. John broke the kiss, his breath ragged and uneven. "Bedroom," he muttered, his voice hoarse with need. He half-carried, half-dragged her down the hallway, both of them too caught up in the moment to care about anything else. They stumbled into the bedroom, John's hands roaming over her body as they went. "Goddamnit, you're good looking," he said, his eyes roaming over her body with unabashed hunger. Luci couldn't help but shiver beneath his gaze. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice thick with arousal. "I want to feel you," John growled, his hands roaming greedily over her body. He pushed her down onto the bed, his lips trailing down her neck as his fingers found the smooth curve of her hip. "I want to make you scream." John was caught up in the thralls of passion. Luci arched her back, her body responding to every touch. "Do it," she demanded, her voice almost a plea. "Make me feel everything." John didn't need any further encouragement. He moved over her body, his lips and tongue teasing and tantalizing every inch of skin he could reach. His hips rocked against hers, creating a delicious friction that had them both moaning uncontrollably. Luci let out a shaky breath, her hands grasping at his shoulders as if to keep herself grounded. "More," she gasped, "I need more." John was happy to oblige. He shifted his position, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. "Is this what you want?" He asked, his voice thick with desire. "Yes," she gasped, "oh God, yes." She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as she met his movements with frantic need. The intensity of their joining was overwhelming, each touch and kiss driving them higher and higher towards the peak of ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths and whispered words of desire. John's body moved against hers in a primal rhythm, their passion and urgency building with every passing moment. Luci felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, so intense that she couldn't help but cry out. "Oh, God, John, I'm- I'm..." But before she could finish her sentence, he silenced her with a kiss, his hips never ceasing their steady, rhythmic motion. "Don't worry," he murmured against her lips. "I've got you." He increased his pace, driving her higher and higher until she was teetering on the edge of oblivion. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he shifted his angle, hitting a spot inside her that sent her over the edge. The pressure inside her coiled so tight that she almost stopped breathing before it shattered into a million glittering pieces. The whole world went white for a few moments. John held her through her climax, keeping up a steady stream of murmured words of approval and affection. As her trembling subsided, he allowed himself to follow her over the edge, his movements becoming more erratic as he let go. He buried his face in her neck, groaning her name in a broken voice. They lay there for a few moments, panting and sweaty, both of them coming down from their intense release. Finally, John rolled off of her, pulling her against his side as they caught their breaths. "Damn," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "You're something else." John stiffened slightly, the mention of Lena reminding him of his guilt and confusion. He had been so lost in the moment with Lucci that he had almost forgotten about her entirely…almost. He exhaled slowly, trying to find the words to explain the unexplainable. "It's...complicated," he said finally, his voice thick with emotion. "Lena and I have been together for a long time, and I love her. But I can't deny that I was drawn to you, intensely." He ran a hand through his hair, his expression conflicted. "I don't know what to do." Luci propped herself up on one elbow, looking at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. There was something in John's face that tugged at her heartstrings, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for his situation. "You're torn," she said gently. "You love your girlfriend, but you're attracted to me." "Yes," John admitted, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "It's like I'm caught in the middle. I want to be loyal to Lena, but there's something about you that just pulls me in. It's like I can't resist you." Luci's expression softened even more. She reached out and placed a gentle hand on his chest. "You're only human, you know. It's natural to be drawn to more than one person. It doesn't mean you love your girlfriend any less." John let out a sigh, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him. "But it feels wrong," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Like I'm betraying her, even just by feeling this way." "Listen to me," Luci said firmly, her voice soft but carrying conviction. "Feeling attraction for someone other than your partner doesn't make you a bad person. It doesn't mean you don't love them with all your heart. It just means you're alive... alive and human." She leaned in closer, searching his face for understanding. "We can't control who we're attracted to. But we can control how we act on those feelings. You need to figure out what you want, and what's best for you and your girlfriend. But don't beat yourself up for feeling something you're powerless to stop." 3 The Higher Power Tiffany walked out into cool morning air of spring time. The weather had been warm, but the temperatures fell following the storms. She lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke. "Hey there, Tiff...what's going on this morning?" Ben asked. "Another great day in the world's busiest deli." She replied. The two continued to smoke and chat. Ben asked her. "Are you currently seeing anyone?" Tiffany Knight, looked at him. Unsure how to approach his question...I'm in a friend with benefits type of situation." "So can I ask you out, from that type of deal?" Ben

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passionate, and conflicted. John finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Lucille, a mysterious woman who unexpectedly appears in his life. Despite being deeply in love with Lena, he is captivated by Lucille's allure and intensity. He struggles with the conflicting emotions and desires, feeling torn between his loyalty to Lena and his intense attraction to Lucille.

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and caring. Lena stands by John despite his occasional absences, and she trusts him implicitly. She knows that John needs time to sort out his emotions, and she respects his boundaries. When Lucille appears, Lena is intrigued by her presence and the effect she has on John. She tries to understand the situation, but she ultimately trusts John to make his own decisions.

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and curious. Lisa has a close bond with Lena and often provides her with advice and encouragement. She is interested in exploring new experiences with John and her friendliness extends to Lucille as well. Lisa's presence adds a layer of camaraderie to the situation, and she helps to facilitate communication among the characters, providing a sense of familiarity amidst the complexity of emotions.

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I can't believe what I did last night, and I'm not sure if I should be ashamed of myself or not.
I know that Lena is my everything, but I'm just not sure how to feel about Luci.
She's so damn hot, and she knows how to get a man off like no other woman I've ever been with.
I know that I'm deeply in love with Lena, but there's something about Luci that just pulls me in.
I don't know if it's the way she smells, the way she tastes, or the way she feels beneath my touch.
Whatever it is, I am so damn drawn to her.
I can't stop thinking about her, and I have a feeling that I'll be seeing a lot of her in the near future.
I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
I know that Lena trusts me with everything, but I'm not sure if she should or shouldn't.
I know that I would never do anything to hurt her, but at the same time, I know that I would do anything to be with Luci.
I guess only time will tell what will happen between me and Luci.
As for now, I'm going to go talk to Lena and see how she feels about everything.
I hope she doesn't hate me for being with Luci last night.
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I find her in the kitchen, making coffee.
She's standing with her back to me, so she hasn't seen me yet.
My heart is pounding in my chest as I walk over to her and lean against the counter, watching her as she pours herself a cup of coffee.
I need to tell her everything, but I'm not sure if I should or not.
She turns around and smiles at me, and I feel guilt twist in my stomach.
"Hey," she says, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Hey," I say, smiling back at her.
She sets her mug down on the counter and turns to face me fully.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," I say, nodding.
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"I just wanted to talk to you about last night."
Her eyebrows furrow slightly as she looks at me curiously.
"What about it?"
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before speaking.
"Well, you know how you told me that I should have fun and do what I want?"
"Yeah," she says, nodding.
"Well, I did."
She raises an eyebrow at me curiously. "What do you mean?"
I ask her, watching her face carefully for any sign of hurt or betrayal.
"I mean that I had sex with Luci," I tell her, my voice shaking slightly as I speak.
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise, but otherwise she doesn't react at all.
"Oh," she says finally, turning back to her coffee and taking another sip.
"I didn't think you would actually do it," she says after a moment, setting her mug down on the counter again and turning to face me once more.
"I didn't think I would either," I tell her honestly, feeling guilty for having done it without telling her first.
"But then it happened and now here we are."
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She doesn't say anything else, just stands there with her back to me, sipping her coffee.
I can see her hands shaking slightly as she sets her mug down on the counter.
The morning light is streaming in through the window, casting a harsh glow over everything.
She still won't look at me, instead focusing on a spot on the counter in front of her.
I reach out and touch her arm, but she pulls away from me, wrapping her arms around herself protectively.
The silence stretches out between us, thick and heavy with unspoken words.
Finally, she speaks up again.
"I need some space," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Okay," I say, feeling the ground shift beneath my feet as the reality of what I've done crashes over me like a wave. She gathers up her keys and phone from the counter and walks past me without looking back.
I watch as she goes, feeling helpless and unsure of what to do next.
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As she reaches the door, she pauses for a moment and turns back to me.
"Did you ever think about how this would affect us?" she asks, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and disbelief.
I swallow hard, searching for words that won't come.
"I didn't think it would matter," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
She shakes her head and turns away from me, disappearing out the door and leaving me standing alone in the empty kitchen.
The coffee pot hisses as it finishes its cycle, filling the room with the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee.
I pour myself a cup and stand there, sipping it slowly as I replay the events of last night in my mind.
My hands shake slightly as I grip the mug, feeling the warmth seep into my palms.
I can't believe what I've done.
I thought that Lena would be okay with it, but now I'm not so sure.
I remember how she had smiled at me when I told her that Luci was interested in me.
"It'll be fun," she had said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
But now, standing here alone in the harsh morning light, I'm not so sure anymore. I pull out my phone and stare at the screen for a moment before typing out a message to Lena.
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I delete it and start again, trying to find the right words to say.
Finally, I give up and set the phone down on the counter, leaning against it as I try to make sense of everything that's happened.
The question keeps echoing in my mind: why did she push me toward Luci only to pull away now?
I pace the kitchen, phone in hand, my thumb hovering over Lena's contact.
The third cup of cold coffee sits untouched on the counter.
Finally, I press dial, holding my breath as it rings.
Once, twice, three times.
My heart sinks when it goes to voicemail.
I try again immediately, more desperate now.
On the fourth ring, she answers with a quiet "Hello."
Her voice sounds strained, like she's been crying.
I grip the counter edge, steadying myself.
"Can we talk?"
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I ask, my voice cracking.
The silence stretches between us before she responds, "Not yet, John. I just... can't."
"I understand," I say softly, trying to mask the desperation in my voice.
"Did you really think I wouldn't care?" she asks, her voice breaking slightly.
"I thought it was what you wanted," I reply, feeling the weight of my own misunderstanding.
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"I never said that," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
The lights flicker once, twice, and then go out completely, plunging the kitchen into darkness.
The sudden loss of power cuts off the call mid-sentence.
I stand there, gripping the counter in the darkness as thunder crashes overhead.
A flash of lightning illuminates the windows for a brief moment, casting an eerie glow over the empty kitchen.
My hands fumble for the flashlight I keep in the drawer next to the sink.
I click it on, but it's dead.
Another boom of thunder makes me jump.
The storm's timing feels cruelly appropriate given the chaos I've created.
Wind howls outside, causing the old house to creak and groan.
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I hear a soft knock on the door, and my heart leaps in my chest.
"Lena?" I call out, hoping against hope that she's come back.
The door creaks open, but instead of Lena, it's Luci standing there, her face shadowed in the dim light.
I let her in, watching as she moves through the darkened kitchen with an unnatural grace.
She perches on one of the barstools, while I remain standing, keeping the counter between us like a barrier.
Lightning flashes again, casting strange shadows across her face.
My hands grip the edge of the counter tightly as she leans forward.
"You misunderstood what happened with Lena," she says, her voice low and deliberate.
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I start to protest, but she cuts me off.
"No, John. Listen carefully. I saw her earlier today. She told me about your conversation, about pushing you toward me."
Luci's eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, I feel like I'm drowning in their depths.
I lean against the counter, forcing my shoulders to relax.
"Tell me everything," I say, making my voice soft and earnest.
She shifts closer on the barstool, her eyes never leaving mine.
I want to look away, but I force myself to keep my gaze steady.
The air is charged with tension as she begins to speak.
"Lena came to me, looking upset. She told me about your conversation, how you pushed her toward me."
Luci's words hang in the air as another flash of lightning illuminates the kitchen.
I study her face, searching for any sign of deception.
But all I see is sincerity in her eyes.
I nod slowly, encouraging her to continue.
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"She said she felt betrayed by you," Luci says, her voice barely above a whisper.
The words sting, but I know I deserve them.
"I didn't mean to hurt her," I say, my voice filled with regret.
Luci watches me closely, her gaze piercing through the darkness.
"I believe you," she says finally, her voice softening.
"But you need to understand that Lena is hurt. She feels like you abandoned her." The storm rages on outside, but inside, the tension between us is palpable.
I can feel Luci's eyes on me, even in the darkness.
I take a deep breath and step closer to her, resting my hands on the counter beside her.
"Can you tell me more about what Lena said?" I ask, my voice filled with desperation.
Luci nods slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.
"She told me that you had been distant lately," she says, her voice low and steady.
"That you had been pushing her away."
I feel a lump form in my throat as I listen to Luci's words.
I know that I've been pulling away from Lena lately, but I never realized how much it was affecting her.
"I didn't mean to hurt her," I say again, feeling a wave of regret wash over me.
Luci reaches out and places a hand on my arm, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
"I know you didn't," she says softly.
"But you need to understand that Lena is hurt. She needs time to process everything." The storm rages on outside as we sit in silence for a moment.
Finally, Luci breaks the silence.
"Can I ask you something?"
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I nod slowly, still trying to process everything she's told me so far.
"Are you ready to face the truth?"
I grip the counter tighter as she slides off her barstool and moves closer to me.
Lightning flashes through the windows, casting harsh shadows across her face.
She places her hand over mine, her touch sending electricity through my skin.
"John," she says softly, "Lena told me about your growing distance these past months. The late nights at work. The missed dates."
My stomach drops as Luci's words confirm my worst fears.
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I've been pulling away from Lena long before Luci appeared in our lives.
When another thunderclap shakes the house, I flinch but can't look away from Luci's piercing gaze.
"John, she said she still loves you, but she's not sure if you love her anymore."
I grip the edge of the counter as Luci moves closer, her perfume filling my senses.
My heart pounds against my ribs, guilt and desire warring within me.
When she places her hand on my chest, I catch her wrist, stopping her.
"We can't," I say, but my voice comes out rough.
She steps even closer, pressing against my restraining grip.
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Lightning flashes through the kitchen window again, casting harsh shadows across her face.
I see the hunger in her eyes, mirroring my own.
But Lena's hurt expression haunts me.
I step back from Luci, my face burning with embarrassment.
I've never been with anyone before.
Not even Lena.
My hands tremble as I grip the edge of the counter, avoiding Luci's gaze.
"I should have told you," I manage to say, my voice barely a whisper.
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The confession hangs heavy in the dark kitchen as thunder rumbles outside.
Luci stays silent, but I can feel her eyes studying me.
I lean against the counter, my resolve crumbling.
Luci takes a step closer, her fingertips tracing the line of my jaw.
Lightning flashes through the windows again, casting an ethereal glow over us.
"Just let go," she whispers, her breath hot against my neck.
My hands find her waist, pulling her body against mine.
The voice in my head screams Lena's name, but it's drowned out by the thunder as Luci's lips meet mine.
This kiss is different from last night's—slower, more deliberate.
"Lena deserves better," I murmur, breaking the kiss, my heart pounding with conflict.
Luci's eyes search mine, a flicker of understanding crossing her features.
"Then show her you're still the man she fell in love with," she replies softly, stepping back.
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I pace the kitchen after Luci leaves, her words echoing in my mind.
My phone feels heavy in my hand as I stare at Lena's contact photo.
The storm rages on outside, rain pelting the windows, while I rehearse what to say.
Finally, I press call, my heart pounding with each ring.
When her voicemail picks up, I almost hang up, but I force myself to leave a message.
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"Lena, I need to tell you something important. Please call me back when you're ready to talk."
I stare at my phone in disbelief as Lena's name lights up the screen.
My hands tremble while I answer, expecting anger or tears, but her voice is steady.
"Hey, John," she says, her tone calm but guarded.
"I was wondering if we could meet tomorrow morning."
"Of course," I reply quickly, relief washing over me at her willingness to talk.
"How about our favorite coffee shop?"
"Sounds good. I'll see you there."
She pauses before adding, "I still care about you, John."
My throat tightens as I grip the edge of the kitchen counter to steady myself.
"I promise to explain everything tomorrow."
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After hanging up, I slide down against the cabinets, overwhelmed by her grace.
I stand at the kitchen window, watching the first hints of dawn break through the darkness.
My phone is still warm in my hand from Lena's call.
The faint orange glow reminds me of countless mornings we shared coffee together before work.
My chest tightens as I realize how close I came to throwing it all away with Luci.
Though her perfume still lingers on my skin, Lena's gentle voice on the phone fills my thoughts.
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I trace my finger along the window pane, following the path of a raindrop.
I know tomorrow is my chance to make things right.
I lean against the kitchen counter, watching raindrops slide down the window while replaying Lena's words about meeting tomorrow.
My phone buzzes with a text: "Miss the excitement yet?"
I delete it immediately, but my hands shake slightly.
The memory of her perfume and touch floods back, making my heart race even as guilt twists in my stomach.
I grip the counter harder, forcing myself to focus on Lena's gentle voice during our call.
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I hear a knock and find Lisa at my door, her expression serious as she steps inside.
She settles at my kitchen counter while I make coffee, neither of us speaking at first.
Finally, she tells me Lena called her crying about Luci.
I grip my mug tighter as Lisa explains how my recent behavior - the canceled dates, late nights, and now Luci - has made Lena doubt everything.
When I try to defend myself, Lisa cuts me off, saying Lena needs actions, not words.
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I stare at my reflection in the hallway mirror, adjusting my collar with trembling fingers.
The weight of my car keys feels heavy in my palm as memories of Lena's tearful voice replay in my mind.
My footsteps echo through the empty house as I move toward the door, each step filled with purpose despite my racing heart.
At the threshold, I pause, remembering Lisa's stern words about actions speaking louder than words.
"Are you really going to see Lena?" Lisa asks, her voice a mix of hope and skepticism.
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"Yes," I reply firmly, meeting her gaze with newfound determination.
"Then show her you're worth it," she says softly, a hint of a smile breaking through her serious demeanor.
I pace the kitchen, staring at my phone screen as seconds crawl by with no response.
My thumb hovers over Lena's name, Lisa's words echoing in my head: "Give her space."
The coffee maker gurgles in the background while I type and delete multiple messages.
Finally, I force myself to keep it simple: "Can we talk? I miss you."
My heart pounds as I hit send.
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The message shows as delivered but remains unread.
I stare at my phone one last time before snatching my leather jacket from the hook.
My hands tremble slightly as I shrug it on, remembering how Lena bought it for my birthday last year.
The familiar weight feels like armor as I grab my car keys.
Lisa watches from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed.
"Are you sure showing up unannounced is smart?" she asks.
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I check my wallet and phone, avoiding her concerned gaze.
"I have to try," I tell her, stepping toward the front door.
I stand in front of Lena's apartment building, my heart pounding in my chest.
The cool night air carries the distant hum of traffic as I gather my courage.
Through the window, I can see her silhouette moving inside.
My hands tremble as I press the buzzer, remembering how I've hurt her with my actions involving Luci.
When she appears at the door, I don't hesitate.
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"I love you," I tell her firmly, my voice carrying across the courtyard.
"I was lost and confused, but I've always known it was you. It's always been you."
She stands there, frozen, as I wait for her response.
Then, she rushes toward me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
Her tears dampen the collar of my shirt as she buries her face in my chest.
The familiar scent of her shampoo fills my senses, making my chest tight with emotion.
When I finally return her embrace, my hands tremble against her back.
Neither of us speaks - the only sounds are her quiet sniffles and the distant hum of traffic.
I want to apologize again, to explain everything, but I just hold her closer instead.
After everything that happened with Luci, this simple moment of connection feels more intimate than any physical encounter.
"I'm scared," she whispers, her voice muffled against my chest.
"I know," I reply softly, resting my chin on her head.
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"But I promise, I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."
I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest as I look into her tear-streaked face.
Her hands grip the fabric of my shirt tightly, as if holding onto me for dear life.
The familiar scent of her perfume fills my senses, washing away the remnants of Luci's exotic fragrance that still lingers in my memory.
When our lips finally meet, the kiss is tentative and soft - nothing like the fierce passion that burned between Luci and me.
But as soon as our mouths touch, something breaks inside me.
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Lena's quiet whimper is like a crack in a dam, releasing all the emotions I've been trying to hold back.
I cradle her face in my hands, deepening the kiss with gentle reverence.
I pour all my regret and love into this one moment, hoping that it can somehow make up for everything I've done wrong.
As we pull apart, I see the flicker of hope in her eyes, and I know it's a start.
I pull her closer, feeling her warmth against my chest as we stand in her doorway.
Her fingers trace patterns on my back while I breathe in the familiar scent of her hair.
The city noise fades away, leaving only the sound of our ragged breathing and the distant hum of traffic.
Neither of us wants to break this moment, this fragile connection that feels like a lifeline after everything we've been through.
When she finally shifts in my arms, looking up at me with those vulnerable eyes, my throat tightens.
I realize how close I came to losing her, and it's a pain I never want to feel again.
She takes my hand, leading me inside, our fingers intertwined like they used to be.
As we step into the dimly lit apartment, she turns to face me, her eyes searching mine.
"Why did you choose me, after everything with Luci?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Because with you, I found something real," I answer, squeezing her hand gently.
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I freeze at the sound of Luci's voice, my hand still gripping Lena's.
The apartment is dimly lit, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside that casts long shadows across the hardwood floor.
My heart pounds against my ribs as I instinctively pull Lena closer, positioning myself slightly in front of her.
I can feel her rapid breathing against my back as I turn my head towards the kitchen doorway where Luci's voice came from.
The tension in the room is suffocating as we wait for Luci to emerge from the darkness.
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Then, I see her - a silhouette in the kitchen doorway, her figure illuminated by the faint moonlight that seeps through the window.
Her heels click against the hardwood floor with deliberate slowness as she steps towards us.
I feel Lena's fingers dig into my arm, but I can't tear my eyes away from Luci's approaching figure.