«In a little while, Tyler will come pick me up» — Tyler, the loser she's dating — «I'll stay at his place for a bit, then he'll take me to dinner. Really sweet, don't you think? Obviously I can't bring you to the table with us — what kind of romantic dinner would that be? — but if you promise to pretend you don't know me, I'll let you follow us, so you can see what kind of guy he is and tell me what you think, okay?» Naomi told me this this morning.
I know she didn't mean to be mean, but that part about pretending not to know me hurt like hell. It's not something you want to hear from your best friend — or at least, that's what she is to me.
But now I'm starting to think that this whole "best friend" thing is a one-way feeling. I've fucked a hundred times more people than she ever has, and yet I've never ignored her, never put her aside, never once told her to act like she didn't know me. I even invited her along sometimes when I had a date, so she wouldn't feel left out — yeah, okay, I also invited her because I was hoping for a threesome, even if unfortunately it never happened.
And that's how she thanks me? Treating me like some fucking stranger just because some random guy is giving her a bit of attention? Well, fuck that!
Anyway, I agreed to her proposal and I sat two tables away from them — more than enough to watch them without getting noticed… and fuck, I'm really getting pissed off!
That guy is exactly how she described him — polite, caring, talkative, intelligent… you can tell he's got his head on straight. Sure, he's not a model — probably not even a sex machine — but besides that… he really seems like the perfect guy for her.
He's exactly the kind of guy Naomi deserves… and that's exactly why I hate him so much!
I never thought I'd say it, but seeing them together, so close, so in tune… jealousy is eating me alive! I can't let someone steal my Naomi!
Does it make sense? No. Fuck no. But Naomi and Veronica are mine — and they always will be — and no one must ever dare interfere between us!
«I'll be gone just a second to use the bathroom and I'll be right back. Make sure you're still here when I return,» Naomi smirks, acting sweet.
«Of course, I'd never run away from a girl like you, don't worry!» he replies, matching her smile.
All this sweetness is giving me diabetes…
As soon as Naomi gets up to go to the bathroom… I do the same, following her without arousing any suspicion.
I sneak into the bathroom with the dexterity and silence of a predator and, just as she's about to close the door… I grab her from behind, pressing her face against the wall. I instantly bring my hand to her mouth, stifling the cry for help she tries to let out — obviously because she doesn't know who the man behind her is. She shoots a quick glance over her shoulder, panic in her eyes… and then she calms down the moment she sees it's me.
That's when I remove my hand from her mouth and slide it up under the skirt of her elegant dress, until I reach her tits — squeezing them greedily while I lick her neck.
«N-Not now, Jace, please…» she pants in a low voice — and yet, even though her mouth says one thing, her body says something entirely different. She pushes her ass back, pressing it against my erection, already pushing out from my lowered pants.
«J-Jace… I told you to pretend you don't know me…» she continues, eyes half-closed and glossy with desire.
The funny thing, though, is that while she's saying that, she turns toward me — falling to her knees in record time — and her soft, thin lips close around my dick.
One sentence Kimberly said to Naomi two days ago stuck with me: «The love I see in your eyes when you look at him.»
Yeah, I totally agree with Kimberly — though I doubt she meant these eyes full of love.
The ones that are staring up at me right now… while she licks my dick like she's savoring her favorite ice cream… fuck, it's fantastic — I never knew Naomi was this good with her mouth.
If we weren't in a restaurant, I'd cum on her face without thinking twice, but I guess that would be a bit of a problem when she goes back to her table with cum dripping from her hair. Even though Tyler's face would be priceless.
And as amazing as this is, a blowjob isn't enough.
Less than a minute later, I yank her up by her hair, and once again she ends up with her cheek pressed to the tiled wall and my hand clamped over her mouth. This time not to silence fear — but pleasure, caused by the rapid thrusting of my dick in her tight, soaking-wet pussy.
«J-Jace… be quick, please — Tyler might get suspicious if he doesn't see me coming back…» she moans, biting and licking the palm of my hand pressed against her lips.
«Be quick? I couldn't even if I tried,» I sneer in a low voice. «Anyway, this morning at school you told me you'd be at Tyler's place all afternoon. I guess he didn't do a great job, seeing how hungry you still are for dick. But you don't have to worry — that's what best friends are for, right?»
She doesn't answer — not with words, at least. And honestly, I didn't expect her to. No woman alive would have the courage to say: my boyfriend is sweet, polite, caring and intelligent… but your dick is truly irreplaceable!
She doesn't need to tell me anything — her body is already speaking for her.
But obviously, our little moment of pleasure couldn't last forever…
Knock knock!
«Naomi… are you okay? You've been in the bathroom for almost ten minutes. Do you feel sick?»
Has it already been ten minutes? Time flies when you're having fun — and the best part is that, if Tyler were in my place, he would've already finished nine minutes ago.
Poor, sweet Naomi of mine — I can't blame her if every now and then she needs to come back to me.
«Y-Yes, Tyler. I… I'm fine… It's just… a little stomach ache…»
She must be forcing herself to hold back every moan of pleasure, especially with Tyler right behind the door. But I bet that pulling herself off my dick was a thousand times harder for her.
She doesn't say a word, but the look she throws at me before leaving the bathroom is crystal clear. The look of someone silently begging: we can't continue now… but as soon as I'm done with him… I want more. Understood?
Seriously, I don't understand why she's wasting time with someone like Tyler…
What does he have that I don't?
Money? Oh please — my mom is a fucking millionaire. Sex? Not even worth mentioning. Then what is it? I'm right here, ready to give her everything she needs!
Sometimes women are really impossible to figure out!