What have I done?I ask myself for the millionth time as the water cascades down my body. This is the second time I’ve betrayed Trevor. After leaving Art’s bedroom, I raced upstairs as fast as my feet would carry me, clenching my destroyed clothes to my breasts. There’s no way I could explain my naked state if I was seen. I threw my tattered cami and shorts under the bed before wrapping myself in a robe and heading to the bathroom for a shower. If Trevor ever finds out, he’ll be heartbroken. What if Art tells him? I can’t let this happen again.
I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t enjoy every last minute of Art being inside of me. It was passionate and wild, something I’ve never encountered before. Sex with Trevor is good, but with Art, it’s phenomenal. Even though at times it fucking hurt—he was so damn rough—I still wanted more. My hand slides between my legs, gripping my swollen pussy. I groan, circling my clit while flashbacks of Art fucking me filter through my mind. I can’t be in the same house with him today. I hurriedly rinse off. I’ll spend the day with Anneli, because there’s no way I can face Trevor, not after what I did.
Hopefully everyone will stay asleep until I’m gone. I dress in a T-shirt and sweatpants. I stuff my ChapStick, car keys, wallet, and cell phone into my pockets before leaving my bedroom. I tiptoe down the stairs, quiet as a mouse. I grasp the doorknob, only moments away from making good on my escape.
“Running away, are we? I knew you would. Can’t face what you did in the light of day, can you?”
My body goes rigid, but I don’t look back. I pull the door open, prepared to bolt, but Art has other plans. I should’ve known he wouldn’t make this easy for me. He’s at my back, pushing the door shut. His large, strong body surrounds my smaller frame. He swings my long braid over my shoulder, skimming soft kisses across the back of my neck. The cool metal of his lip ring slides along my heated flesh. The scent of him calls to my senses, the woodsy aroma making my pussy damp.
“Art, please…”
“Art, please what?”
“I have to go.”
“Go where?”
“I have plans.”
“Liar.”
“What happened was a mistake.”
“A mistake you’ll make again.”
“No.”
“Another lie.”
I whimper when his hard dick prods my back.
“Go run away, little birdie. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”
Art steps away, taking his warmth with him, leaving me cold.
“Art?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you tell Trevor?”
“The idea of telling him I know how his girl’s wet pussy feels is appealing.”
“You said it would be our little secret.”
“I’ll keep my mouth shut. You just be sure to keep your legs open.”
I leave the house, walking towards my Toyota Corolla on shaky legs. My cell phone chimes as I slide into the driver’s seat.
Trevor: You never called me back. What happened?
Me: I’m sorry. I fell asleep.
Trevor: Are you coming over today?
Me: Not today. Anneli and I are having girl time.
Trevor: I was really hoping to spend some time with you.
