Friends with Benefits(22)

When I was done, I gave her a couple slow thrusts, enjoying the way my  cum felt inside her. Then I pulled out. She dripped on the bed. I  slapped her ass lightly.


She rolled over and lay on her back, looking at me. "That was better than all the ones I imagined," she said breathlessly.


"Damn straight. That little pussy of yours deserves to be fucked like  that," I said, making my way to the bathroom. I left the door open while  I cleaned myself off.


"Do you want to stay for a while? Watch a movie? Spend the night?" Allie called from the bedroom.


I pumped some of her hand soap into my palm and paused. The offer was  tempting, but things were moving quickly. I didn't want to throw myself  in too deep again. Friends was a safe place to be. Friends who fucked  was a great place to be-especially with Allie. That body and that pussy  of hers were too good to pass up.


"Allie," I said, leaning back to look at her through the open door. "I don't think that's a good idea. Maybe another night?"


"Oh," she said, sitting up and pulling the blankets over her still naked  lower half. "Yeah, that's fine. I have an early morning tomorrow  anyway. I'm sure you do, too."


"Yeah, I do," I lied.


The only thing I would be waking up to do was jerking off while thinking about the session she and I had just had.





Chapter 18

Allie





My pussy was wet when I woke up the next morning. It was early, only  quarter to six, and my alarm wasn't set to go off for another half-hour.  My dreams of Steven had woken me, and now I was horny as hell, and my  pussy was aching for something-anything. I wanted Steven's cock again. I  wanted him in my mouth, down my throat, and in my tight little hole.


I wanted to feel his body grinding against mine. Thinking about his  tender kiss, and how it had become something feral and savage made me  wetter. I wished he was there to fill me up.


I settled for my own fingers, running them down my belly and over my  clit. I wandered down the length of my slit, easing my folds to the side  like petals. All the while I thought about how Steven had fucked me the  night before.


When he had bent me over and shoved his cock into me, I thought I might  scream. I hadn't had sex in over three months, and his dick felt bigger  than I remembered. He hadn't warmed me up, either, like he usually did.  He had gone right for it, thrusting deep inside me and not holding back.


Then, right in the middle of it all, when he had used his fingers, I lost it. It had felt so damn good.


I slipped a finger into my pussy and pretended it was Steven's. I wanted him to do that to me again.


I used my other hand to caress my bud. My orgasm was close. I was so  wet. I was ready to be fucked again. I wished Steven had stayed the  night. We could have woken up together-or he could have woken me like he  did that one time by pressing his erection up against my back. What a  delightful way to wake up.


I sucked in a breath and held it while my pussy tightened. My toes  curled. I held my breath as my orgasm shook me. I let it consume me and  didn't gasp for air until I was done.


I stared at the ceiling for a while afterward, catching my breath,  enjoying the ticklish sort of feeling as I ran my fingers over my pussy  until my alarm went off.


There was no better way to start the day.





At work, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that had settled in my  belly since my morning session. I was worried that Steven wouldn't reach  out again. Maybe he had got what he wanted. The way he had left the  night before kept replaying over and over in my mind, and the anxiety  over losing him reached an all new high.


"I don't think that's a good idea," he had said. What did that mean? We  had enjoyed our meal and laughed as freely as we used to. He hadn't  hesitated to carry me to the bedroom, where he proceeded to screw me  like he never had before. I had been sure that he had wanted to fuck me  as badly as I wanted to fuck him.         

     



 


His words had left an opening for doubt. Maybe it had just been sex for  him. It was more than possible. Had he moved on over the last three  months. Maybe he didn't love me anymore.


I knew I loved him. I had never stopped. Even though I doubted I would  ever see him again, I be forever in love with him. For a fleeting  moment, I had thought the feelings were mutual last night. Now, I was  back to being completely unsure.


Now that I thought I had him back, I was terrified of losing him again. My heart wouldn't be able to handle it.


I spent the first half of my shift tense, nervous, and checking my phone  every fifteen minutes hoping to see a text message or a missed call  from Steven.


That afternoon, I found myself sitting at a new salad bar around the  corner from my work. It was a small place with a minimalist feel. The  tables were all aluminum with matching chairs and a glass vase with a  single daisy in the middle. I was meeting Melissa there, and for the  first time in a long time, I had arrived first.


When Melissa did arrive, I had finished perusing the menu. It had been  an adventure. There were over thirty salads to pick from. I stood up,  and we hugged. Then we both sat back down. I let Melissa choose her  salad, and once we had ordered, she tucked in her chair and blew out an  exasperated breath.


"I'm sorry I had to bail on you so last minute yesterday," Melissa  began. "Everything has been so crazy at work lately. This is the first  lunch break I've had all week. And I've been working until eight every  night. This is the worst time of year, you know, and we are totally  understaffed and-" she stopped talking and shook her head. "Nevermind.  We only have an hour. All I've been doing is working. I don't want to  waste this time thinking about that place. How are you? You look good."


I smiled and tightened my hands in my lap. Melissa had been worried  about me over the last few months. She had told me so many times. Living  without Steven had been rough. It had taken a mental and physical toll,  and Melissa had seen me at my worst.


"Things are really good," I said, waiting for her to ask more questions.


"Really good?" Melissa said with a tilt of her head and an arched eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?"


"Well," I said, leaning forward and not fighting the smile that was  stretching my cheeks. "I ran into Steven yesterday on my lunch break. I  went to that little diner down the street. He was sitting at another  booth by himself. When he saw me, he got up, and we sat together."


"It wasn't weird?" Melissa asked skeptically.


"It was a little bit, but it passed. Especially later when I invited him over to my place for dinner," I said.


"He came over last night? Really? What did you guys do?" Melissa sipped her glass of water but kept her focus on me.


"We ate dinner. And we talked. And then, after we talked, and after he  forgave me, we went into the bedroom. And you know, one thing kind of  led to the other."


Melissa put her glass down and shook her head. She was smiling, but it  was small. "Good God, the two of you are something else. Does this mean  you're back together, or what?"


"We were never together in the first place, remember? We were just friends who happened to be attracted to each other."


"And who fucked each other's brains out. Yeah. I remember. I also  remember the last three months where you've been miserable and, on some  days, were incapable of even dragging yourself to work."


"Things are looking up," I said, hoping some of my optimism might rub  off on her. "Although, they aren't what they were before the whole  Andrew thing came out in the open. I asked Steven if he wanted to spend  the night last night, or even stay and watch a movie. He said no. Which  was weird. He never used to turn down movie nights. He said he didn't  think it was a good idea."


"Maybe you just need to take baby steps to get back on track," Melissa suggested.


"Maybe."


"Look, all I know is that you were so happy when things were going well  between the two of you, and you were miserable when they weren't. Don't  let him go this time, Allie. You deserve to be happy. If Steven is the  one who can give that to you, you need to pursue that. Don't you think?"


"Sure," I said. "It sounds great when you put it like that, but it isn't  just about me. I don't know where his head is right now. He said he  forgave me, but when he left, I had the impression that he might still  need a bit of time. Which is fine. I can give him that. I should give  him that, right?"         

     



 


Melissa shrugged and sipped on her water again. "I don't know. You know  him better than anyone else. It's your call. All I know is I've thought  the two of you should be a couple since the first time I saw you  together. Don't let something come between you again-even if that  something is time."


I sighed and rested my chin on my hand. I blew a loose strand of hair  out of my face and gave Melissa a pouty face. "When did life get so  hard?"