Damned if I Do Ya, Damned if I Don't.
“That's what she said.” I stated before I gulped down another shot of straight vodka, the strong taste burning my throat and making me tingle with its warmth.
“Lee, you mean to say that she figures something is going on between us? We haven't even fucked.” Lily announced, then added, “Yet.” with an irresistible smile and a twinkle of mischievousness in her soft green eyes, made artificial by the charcoal glimmer surrounding the pencilled in cat eyes.
“But Lily, we are only friends, right? I really, really don't want to cheat on her. She is, um, nice.” I said, my eyes shifting around nervously as if my girlfriend of two months was watching. I gulped nervously when Lily tugged on my tie and pulled me close to her bright face. I could smell the clouds of flowery perfume that had become so familiar in our friendship of three years.
“One little, tiny kiss couldn't really count as cheating, could it?” She asked with a coy grin appearing on her lips.
Lily was the kind of girl who spoke her mind, even if it made me and others uncomfortable, and she was even more bold when she drank too much, like she had tonight. I could see her fuchsia lips approaching mine and I held my breath, wanting to feel the kiss I had longed for since I had met her years ago, yet so afraid that I would get caught in the act. She poured the shot glass full of liquid reassurance into her mouth, which was looming inches away from my mouth. She pressed her lips to my face, hard, and opened her mouth to let some of the vodka in her mouth drip into mine, adding an edge to a kiss I had never tried, but I immediately liked. Lily began to lean away from me, as if she was trying to taunt me (She was!) , and my inhibitions got the better of me, making me grab her and crush my open mouth to hers, as if releasing all of the pent up, three years of lusting into that kiss. Our tongues danced in a puddle of vodka and our lips were mashed together in guilty appreciation. Our eyes were both open, but instead of awkwardness, it was sensational. Lily's eyes gleamed with satisfaction from winning her little chase and she gave me a wink as if daring me to continue with our game.
“Hey! Lee?” Said a familiar voice from the door, along with a knock. Lily and I stared at each other in anxiety and she gave a shrug when I whispered, “Oh shit. What are we gonna do?”
The knocking continued and my eyes darted across the room looking for possible options. I saw the closet just in time and dragged Lily inside of it, closing the door behind me and putting my finger to my lips in a way that notioned for her to be silent, just as the front door opened and I saw my current girlfriend.
“Lee...Why didn't you open the door? I was worried. I just grabbed the key under the doormat though, hope you don't mind.” She gabbed on and on, like usual, not noticing the way I had my hands pressed against the door behind me, where I could hear giggles escaping from my hidden stowaway.
My girlfriend must've mistook my guilty gaze as passion, although it didn't help to have a huge hard-on from my needy make-out session with Lily.
“You're in the mood, are you? I kind of am too. I was looking at that naked picture of you in my wallet today and I got so wet looking at it.” She said, talking without a pause as she unzipped my pants and threw them on the ground, along with my shirt.
She held my hand and took me to the bed, continuing to talk about work while undressing herself and me. I wasn't sure if this was a man's biggest fantasy or worst nightmare; two girls in a room who both want to fuck you, OR, you are having sex with your girlfriend, while your real love/best friend listens from the closet after you just cheated with her.
“You're so sweaty, Lee! Are you that hot for me? Whew! Maybe I should work shorter days if you need me this much while I'm gone.” She chatted while putting me inside of her, not knowing it was nervous sweat dripping down my brow. We did the usual missionary style, but I couldn't concentrate on anything except Lily possibly hearing our moans from the closet, and even worse, if she gave herself away. My thoughts went from bad to worse, the longer the sex went on and I was growing more scared by the second. My girlfriend must have came because she sounded disappointed when I didn't cum with her, “Are you having a little dry spell, honey?”
“Um. I don't know. Maybe I'll just get it on by, er, myself later.” I mumbled. She kissed me after wiping the sweat off of my forehead and murmured, “You smell like alcohol...And lipstick...” Fuck, fuck, fuck! I thought silently, knowing my cover was blown.
“Are you using my makeup again?” she giggled. Relief swept over me, thankful I had embarrassingly used her cover-up on a scratch on my face, before I had an important business meeting. She had teased me constantly about it, and it had bugged me a lot, but now I couldn't be more gracious for that incident.
“Yeah, that's it.” I said, trying to laugh as if it was a big joke, but ready to throw up from nerves.
“Sorry to leave you like this, but I really need to pick up some groceries, I'm almost out of milk and eggs. So I'll let you jack off and I'll see you tomorrow.” She swooped down and gave me a peck on the cheek before throwing on her clothes, grabbing her bag, and retreating out the door.
The minute she was out, I relocked the door and hid the spare key anywhere other than under the mat where she had found it.
I put on my boxers before opening the closet to find Lily crying her fancy-schmancy eye liner off.
“I'm so...so sorry you had to hear that.” I spoke finally, after a moment of me, trying to piece together my current situation and her, sobbing.
“You can't blame yourself every time, Lee!” Lily said through tears, “It's my fault. I knew you had a crush on me and I tried to use it to my advantage. I can't help the fact you're a very horny guy.” She almost laughed.
I hugged her and kissed her on her forehead, which was almost as sweaty as mine. She looked gorgeous even with melted mascara running down her clammy cheeks and eyes glazed with sparkly tears. I became stiff, yet again, cursing my horniness and trying to hide it by arranging my hands discreetly over it. Too late, Lily had already spied it poking out through the hole in my boxers and reached for it, as if it was her natural reflex to do so when she saw a dick sticking out of a guys shorts. I didn't even try to stop her when she began rubbing her hands over it, creating a certain friction that felt so much better than anything my girlfriend had ever done. I didn't want Lily to be mad at me, so I also didn't try to halt her when she climbed on top of me, cowgirl style, and began sliding up and down my manhood, feeling so good, even though we were still cramped inside the tiny closet. Lily looked so hot with each of her legs straddling either side of my stomach, and she moved with such force that it knocked my breath away and I gasped for more. Her hips buckled with a crashing orgasm, and wanting more from her, I lifted her off of me and brought us up to a standing position so she was pressed against the back of the closet and I stood before her.
I slid my throbbing dick inside of her slippery pussy once more and pounded her against the wall until she was yelping and screaming for me to get even deeper inside of her. I lifted Lily ever so slightly up the wall, so my penis could hit her clit just perfectly for her maximum pleasure and she let out a high pitched victory moan when she orgasmed again, at the same time that my hot, sticky cum shot up inside of her.
We both fell to the floor in an exhausted heap, still panting and stroking each other in every place we could reach. We slept on the closet floor, Lily cradled in my arms; both gently snoring and heating one another with our damp, naked skin. This is how my girlfriend discovered us the next morning, having found my spare keys in the flower pot I had stashed them in, quickly, last night.
We broke up that day - Well she broke up with me, later dropping all of my stuff off, not caring if she accidentally broke some things.
I felt terrible for my unfaithfulness and for hurting her so badly, but at the same time, I couldn't deny that I was happier than I had been in years, falling asleep with Lily by my side every night, after fucking each other's brains out, of course.