Get C out of your goddamn perverted mind.
I was taking deep breaths, trying to will myself to calm down. To let the cold water soothe how so fucking turned on I am, but one minute, two minutes, and it’s like my ears were ringing at the memory of Cosette’s moans.
My jaw clenched, and I gasped for air, each breath a futile attempt to silence the growing need. Each second in the freezing water was torture, her desperate moans a deafening sound echoing in my head.
Fuck me.
I punched at the tiles with the side of my fists before I finally gave in, begrudgingly letting my hand ease up, my palm taking a hold of my dick.
Don’t think about Cosette.
Cosette’s sweet lips that always seem to smile for you.
Cosette’s warm mouth. Her wet tongue. Her fucking throat.
I said don’t think about her, douchebag. You’re fucking sick.
And yet as I fight with myself in my mind, my hand was moving, stroking my length with nothing but Cosette in my mind.
Until I was cursing myself again and again for thinking ofherthat way.
Until I was moving my hand so fucking fast, imagining it washerplump lips wrapped around me.
Until I was coming, groaninghername as I made a mess onherboyfriends’ guest bathroom walls.
My fucking best friend. My best friend, who I want to fucking feel against me. Plump curves and all.
“Cosette.”
“Jesus, C.”
My soul almost left my body when I got out of the bathroom, and there she was, the girl I had just masturbated to, standing by the bedroom door. When she caught sight of me, with just a towel wrapped around my waist, her eyes opened wide, and she immediately turned around to look at the wall.
“I’m sorry! I thought you just went number two,” she said, her voice so defensive as if she broke one of the ten commandments by catching me half-naked.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Do you need anything?” I asked, but I wonder if she’s just checking in on me to give herself peace and to make sure that I didn’t know what was going on downstairs.
Too late, baby. I’ve seenand heard, everything.
“I just wanted to give you your phone. You left it downstairs.” Her arm then stretched sideways, placing the little black rectangle down on the antique wooden dresser.
I nodded, and with my eyes, I stared intensely at the back of her head, as if I was mentally trying to force her to turn aroundand look at me. At that moment, I just had such an intense feeling of wanting her sight on me. In a way that she used to.
Like when Andy told me she thought that C had a puppy-love kind of crush on me.
I don’t know whether or not it was a lie. I still believe it was bullshit, but when I would catch C looking at me sometimes, it seemed true.
And now, all I wanted was for her to look at me like she did before, when the two Azuls downstairs weren’t in the picture.
“Thanks, C. Anything else?”
“Uh, no. That’s it. Bye,” she said in a hurry, the same manner she opened the door, still facing away from me, and got out like she would end in danger if she didn’t leave in the next five seconds.
And maybe she would’ve been.
Because I was on the verge of breaking. I wanted to make her face me, asking if she really ever had a crush on me. Whether she ever felt attracted to me. Maybe then, I can have her to myself, and she’ll be willing to leave her two fucking boyfriends.
Boyfriends who don’t deserve her when I’ve been with her for much longer.
