Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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What was merely an impulsive stumble back to his apartment late in the evening, delved into something that was both sweet, yet mildly scandalous.
In the days followed from that rollercoaster of a Saturday night, no one had been aware of where Greta decided to spend her afternoons and nights post-work. She lied to Cora about things not working out the way she planned with Eli, and kept all sense of interest or care distant whenever Kelly or Lulu brought him up.
Instead, she invested in all her interest built from hours upon hours of thinking about him, and spent it lavishly in the comfort of his small, modest apartment and in the thrall of his muscular arms. Their time together, however, had mostly been pertained to heavy sex and humorous aftercare.
She'll turn her phone off, don one of his large shirts, and ride him on the bed, upon the couch, and even on one of the chairs at his dinner table.
Suffice it to say, Greta Abney had declared herself to be in utter sexualized bliss. And Eli Clayton had no complaints on the matter. He was her new and favorite friend with benefits. His acts were selfless, his needs comprisable, and his eagerness overwhelming. After finally getting used to the size of his awfully thick and graciously long cock, Greta was brave enough to get him to fuck her in the very rough manner she's always fantasized about.
When they were done for the day, they surrendered to the couch and rested half-nakedly across the cushions.
With a blanket over them, Greta and Eli subjected the rest of their energies to light kissing as the sound of the rain stampeded against his windows, Karen O's Crush Songs album played them them into their moment, and the Netflix screen patiently waited for them to answer whether or not they were still watching The Vampire Diaries.
It was after a few more intoxicating entanglements with their lips, did Greta finally pull back and smile down at him confidently enough. "Would it be weird that you're the first black guy I've been with?"
Though, Eli merely smirked, then dropped his head back. "Weird that I am? Nah. Weird that you're sayin' it. A little bit."
Sheepishly, she looked down until her face could find sanctuary in his chest. "That was stupid."
Eli then chuckled. "Nah, you good. That's just basic white people shit. I'm sure Luna did it with Kelly once or twice. "
As if that were enough to make her feel a little bit better, Greta giggled and sat up until her back touched the arm's end of the sofa. When he sat up as well, she grazed her feet against his sides, only before he dared to pull her closer to him once again. "Is there like a rulebook I need to follow or something?"
