18
Baz
I couldn’t get the image of my precious girl cumming in front of me out of my head. She looked so fucking hot. Her face and neck were flushed, her lashes were fanned out over her cheeks, her tits were heaving with her breaths, and her body shook like there was an earthquake raging inside of her. I got hard again thinking about it as I drove.
It had taken a herculean effort to turn down her invite to come in as I dropped her off. If I was going to do what she wanted, I didn’t want to fuck it up though.
First and foremost, I knew I needed to call Mila and cut her off. What we had was completely casual, and we had never discussed being exclusive, but I wasn’t going to have anyone on the side if I was helping out Gemma. She deserved better than that, even if, as she said there would be no-strings attached.
For some reason hearing her say that rubbed me the wrong way. On the other hand, I knew what she said was for the best. I was great at being the Mr. Right Now, no-strings attached guy. I just didn’t know how that would work with my best friend.
She won though, you owe this to her. The battle waged inside me. She was drinking and wasn’t thinking clearly, she might feel completely different in the light of day. A part of me felt deflated at that thought.
I had fantasized about Gemma for as long as I could remember. Never acting on it because I truly treasured her friendship.
But tonight… I shook my head in shock. I had always known we’d be explosive together. And yet even I was surprised at the intensity of our encounter. It was like years of pent up want finally detonating and blowing up anything in its path.
I still can’t believe I came in my pants. I chuckled and shook my head again. The fact that I was hard again didn’t surprise me though. I knew after having that one little taste, I wanted more.
I parked the car, walked to the elevator and pressed the button, the doors quickly dinged open and up I went. As I walked into the condo I looked at the city lights twinkling across the dark night sky. I’d love to fuck Gemma from behind, her tits pressed against the cold glass of the window, with the lights of the valley shining in front of her.
I poured myself another drink and went out to the terrace. As I sipped my scotch, I thought about all the possibilities that could arise from this proposition. And the only potentially negative one was losing Gem as my friend.
And that was a big one.
There was no way I could let that happen. But she’s the one who said no-strings attached. Maybe this could work. Maybe I could get her out of my system and do her this favor at the same time.
I set the glass down in my sink as I walked back in. I headed up to the master suite and stripped off my clothes, tossing them at the hamper in the corner of the room. My cock was hard again and still slick with my cum. I grabbed a hand towel from my ensuite, some lotion and climbed into bed. I squeezed out some lotion and let my hand stroke my cock from the base to the tip, reveling in the way it felt.
I thought about her words telling me she wanted me, that she wanted me to teach her everything. There was so much I could teach her; the possibilities were endless. The thought of being her first was beyond appealing. There was nothing more that I wanted to do than bury my cock inside of her. I was certain she would fit me like a vise grip. I knew her body would be amazing once I stripped away the layers of her clothing. I kept stroking as I imagined her naked spread out before me.
Her skin had been so soft and she had tasted like candy. I thought about what it would have been like to have continued kissing lower, parting her open and tasting her sweet pussy, burying my tongue inside of her, feeling her ride my face.
“Fuck….” I groaned, as my balls tightened and cum sprayed out across my hand and stomach, stream after stream after stream. Once I was fully spent, I wiped myself down and threw the towel towards the hamper. If this was what she wanted, I was certain I was going to fully enjoy every minute of it.
* * *
Music sounded in the distance, calling to me from my obscenely filthy dreams and rousing me from my sleep. I rolled over and turned off my alarm. As far as I was concerned, morning had come way too soon. I crawled out of bed, went through my morning routine, dressed and headed to the gym.
As I walked into the gym, I eyed which equipment I wanted to start with. The gym was surprisingly packed this morning, so I decided to hop on the elliptical and warm up every muscle group at once. As I moved, I made a mental checklist of things to do before I went to Gem’s house this morning.
Calling Mila was at the top of the list. Even if Gemma had changed her mind, this thing with Mila had gone on way longer than I normally allow. I didn’t want her getting the wrong idea and think we’re heading somewhere that we aren’t.
I moved on to the weight machines once my muscles felt loose. Leg day was usually a hard one, but for some reason I seemed to have extra adrenaline running through me today. The time flew by and soon I was headed back upstairs to shower and get ready for the day.
I made myself a protein shake and added my post workout supplement to it, eyeballing my phone as I drank it. No better time than the present to rip off the Band-Aid and end it with Mila. I dialed her up and I sipped my drink as I leaned against the counter. It rang once, twice, then was fumbled as she picked it up.
I could hear giggling on the other end of the line and a man’s voice in the background, “Don’t get out of bed…”
“I’ll be right back,” I heard her muffled whisper just seconds before she greeted me.
“Good morning, Bastian.” Her voice was still a semi-whisper, and I imagined she must be exiting whatever bedroom she was in.
“Mila.” I greeted in return. “Sorry to disturb you. It sounds like you might be busy.”
“Um…” she was stumbling over what to say and this appeared to be the perfect opening that I had been hoping for.
“No worries,” I assured her. “In fact, that’s what I was calling about. I was going to see if you wanted to grab a quick coffee, but since you seem to be otherwise engaged, I can make this brief. I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” I paused, giving her a beat to take in what I was saying.
“Bastian, jou don’t understand. Thomás is just a fr-” She started, but I was quick to cut her off.
Hearing another man in the background solidified what I already knew was a good idea. She wasn’t truly happy with our arrangement and I knew I wasn’t going to change my mind. Not on what I was willing to offer her or what I thought was for the best.
“Mila, this really has nothing to do with your, uh, extracurricular activities. We’re both grown adult people and it’s not like we ever discussed being exclusive. You’re a beautiful, amazing woman, I just think our time together has run its course. I hope you understand.”
“Und if I don’t?” She challenged, anger tinging her voice.
“Then I am truly sorry for leading you on. I hope eventually you find what you’re looking for. I wish you only the best. Goodbye, Mila.” When she didn’t respond, I hung up.
As I finished off my shake and set my glass in the sink I couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that that was a much faster and easier ending than I had anticipated. I felt like I should feel guilty, but instead I felt nothing. I walked towards the steps to go grab my shower and rechecked my emotions. Yep, still nothing.
I showered and checked the time. I still had a good 45 minutes before I had to leave so I headed into my den to look over my new investment prospect some more. The more I ran the numbers, the more certain I was it would be a great investment to add to my portfolio. I set it back in my briefcase and my thoughts swiftly flickered to Gemma and our upcoming brunch. I grabbed my keys and headed to the parking garage with a huge smile on my face.
I take back what I said earlier. It wasn’t ‘nothing’ that I was feeling. For the first time in a long time, I felt excited.