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Part 6

I haven't been able to sleep. My thoughts have kept me awake all night and soon I have to get out of bed to shower. Alva sleeps next to me, I kiss her shoulder where I lie spoon with her.

I have mixed feelings about what happened yesterday. Not that I regret the sex with Billie, but for what I did to Alva. It was foolish of me to continue when she left, as it went from a threesome to an infidelity. I probably feel like shit about it because I liked it. Because I did, maybe too much. It felt so fucking right, which it shouldn't because I love Alva.

I caressed her hip down to her thigh and kissed her on the neck. She made a noise and turned her face to me in a kiss. "How are you feeling today?" I asked and she went to bed. "Better after a coffee, I think."

She puts her thigh over my hip and cuddles her face into my chest. "Did something happen yesterday after I left?" I heard her ask and I honestly don't know what to answer her. "What do you mean?"

She lifts her head and looks at me. "Did you sleep with her?" I still don't know what to answer her. "You were there, you know I fucked you," I replied and began caressing her pussy to get her to leave the subject. "I'm talking about after I left. I remember very well we fucked yesterday, but I want to know if you fucked her." I can't lie to her, can I?

"Maybe I fucked her, but it was over right away," I said, watching her sit up in bed. "Okay, so . . . Did you like it?" she asked, and I knew I shouldn't have said anything in the first place.

"Alva stop, no I didn't like it. You're the one I like to fuck; I don't know that girl and you were the one who started it all." I said, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought we'd have sex together, not that my boyfriend is fucking another girl while I'm in the bathroom. It's a fucking difference." I could hear that she was upset and that was the last thing I wanted her to be.

"Alva, I love you and you're the only girl for me. What happened yesterday will never happen again." She lowered her gaze and ran her finger over my chest. "Promise?" I nodded at her and cupped her cheek. "I promise."

I pulled her towards me and kissed her. Something I liked was morning sex and I knew Alva liked it too. She sat down on top of my crotch and began rocking her hip over my cock. I knew we didn't have much time, so if we were going to make it, we had to get the shit going.

"Do you want to cum?" She gasps at my face as she rides me. "Yes," I said, gripping her hips. "I want to come first." Okay, I thought, throwing her down on her back. I put her legs up on my shoulders while she took the vibrator from the bedside table. I tried to keep myself from squeezing her legs together, so she could use the vibrator over her clitoris. She moaned loudly below me and finally, I was able to release my pressure.

Afterward, we showered together and got ready to go to the theater. I asked if she wanted to come along to the coffee shop, but she didn't. She thought it was a detour, which maybe it was but they had the best coffee.

I came to the café and got in line when two people were in front of me. I couldn't help but look around just in case Billie showed up. I didn't even know how old she was but didn't think she was younger than twenty-two. Between me and Alva, it's four years. I turned twenty-seven in May.

I heard the door behind me and turned around. It was her, Billie, in a red tank top and short denim skirt. Her hair was beautifully wavy, and the makeup had made her face even more attractive.

"Good morning," I said, lifting the corner of my mouth. "Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?" she asked, and I watched her blush. "I haven't slept yet. And you?"

Damn, how stiff it is between us. Maybe she regretted what happened yesterday. . .

"I slept well after I showered," she said, rocking her body lightly. It was my turn to order coffee, so I asked for a caramel latte with extra whipped cream and two espressos to go. "You didn't have to do that," she said, and I looked at her again. "No, but I wanted to."

'Stop flirting.′

"Sorry I'm asking you random, but how old are you?" I asked, scanning her body. "I'm twenty-four. You?" She was a year older than Alva. "Twenty-seven," I replied, paying for the coffee.

We grabbed the coffee and headed for the theater together, which might not look good if Alva were to see it. She might think that we had agreed to meet behind her back or that we were trying to sneak around, but surely that wasn't the case.

"About last night . . . I told Alva that we slept with each other. She asked and I felt I didn't want to lie to her. I hope that was okay with you?"

"Yes, of course. How did she take it?" she asked, and I heard her voice tremble. "It was cool. Alva doesn't make a big deal out of things." I said, hearing myself try to make it sound like it was okay for me to fuck with others. "Good, I had some anxiety about it."

Okay, I didn't want to hear that. I thought it was too good and had hoped I performed well to satisfy her. She must have felt there was something there, I felt it and I liked the rush it gave me.