𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

Elizabeth • All the girls |2

A/n
Requested part two c: I'm only mid-satisified with it, maybe y'all like it better than I. See you around!

• anxiety (being alone)
~ words: 2.386

What's there better to be than a nice and relaxing sex after a hard day of work? Right, nothing. Usually.

Tonight I wasn't in the mood for clubbing around to hook up with someone, so I just called the waitress from the last time.

Of course she is up for a good time and that's what we're having in my bedroom.

"Y/n!" The brunette hisses out and I look at her confused. "It hurts." She points to my toy which I was going to slide into her.

I sigh and roll my eyes. It's not even because she's complaining. It's more because I'm tired of sucking in something that I've been the pretty best in.

"'M sorry." I mumble and climb off of the poor girl. I've usually been teasing and preparing the girls before I'd fuck them with anything else than my tongue or hands, but these days I just don't feel like I want another pussy than hers. Lizzie's.

"It's okay," the brunette says in a low voice as I plopp down next to her, "but you should seriously figure out what's happening with you, Y/n." She wisely tells.

Another sigh of mine and I chuckle bitterly. "Funny thing, I know what's on. Probably." That's when the girl tilts her head to look at me.

"It's the blonde of your friends, isn't it?" She guesses and makes me abruptly sit up. Can't be that obvious, can it?

The younger girl chuckles as she leans against my headboard as well. "You're in love." She then simply states.

"And who're you to tell me that?" I wonder.

"The waitress that's been having you and your friends around for a few many months now already." The brunette giggles.

"Oh yeah." I sigh out, not really impressed.

"Take her out. Talk to her. Can't be that complicated to do, right?" And there my fear comes rolling in.

"Not that complicated? I don't think that you understand any of it." I huff.

"So she also doesn't, if you won't explain things to her." The girl shrugs. Somehow she got a point.

"Look, I've been taking her out and spent some alone time with her," I start to open up, "but whenever I lead things to have the great sex with Lizzie again, she ditched me." I admit with a sigh. The brunette chuckles.

"That's not funny!" I pout and smash my head against the headboard before sliding down on it into a very uncomfortable position. "Why did she let me into her pants then huh?" My hands rise historically.

"After all she still believed you would change." The girl thinks out loud, I laugh.

"Hah, yeah and if I don't like the baby I just throw it away and buy a new one. You see that's not gonna work, right?" I joke.

"No, but you could educate and help the baby to become a better version which you'll probably like more." And again the younger girl deadpans. I see why she's a waitress. People could come and ask for advice while ordering and the brunette would just give it in some small talk.

Before I'm ready to deadpan back at her, she speaks up again, "look here Y/n," I look at her as I sit upright again. "I don't know that Lizzie this all is about pretty much, but by seeing her looking at you the way she does, I can tell you that she looks at you like you've hung the stars yourself. Dumb that you're always busy flirting with me. You never notice the way she sees you, do you?" I shake my head slowly, taken by her words. "You're always looking at everyone but her. That's why you can't notice. That's why Lizzie saw only one way out..."