A Nice Guy

20

When I get home, Hazel calls me. I hesitate to answer; afraid she's not finished accusing me of shit. I do, though; answer. I don't say anything, I just wait for her to start yelling at me again.

The line's silent for 30 seconds, I know because I checked to see if she'd hung up. Finally, she breaks the silence. She tells me Angel lied about us fucking. I suck my teeth, think to myself; yeah, no shit. She proceeds to tell me her sister lied to get a reaction out of her. She apologizes for slapping me. She tells me she'll never bring up the past again. She asks if I can come over tomorrow, while she's home alone, so she can apologize in person. Of course I know what she really means by that.

I lean against the entry way wall, phone still held up to my ear. I take my time giving her an answer. "Yeah, sure," I eventually tell her.

So, the next day comes around. I go over to her place, of course. I'll let her try to clean up the mess she's made, and I'll let her think she's doing a shitty job so she'll try even harder. But in all actuality, I'm not mad. I'm happy she apologized, sure, but I never really wanted anything beyond an apology.

But I'm not complaining when my dicks sliding in and out of her mouth. We're in her kitchen. I'm leaning back against the island while she's on her knees in front of me, sucking me so hard you'd probably be able to hear it from her fucking back yard. I'm gripping the countertop, trying my best to hold in my nut; I want to save it for her pussy.

So I stop her, lean her over the island, start fucking her from the back. I unclip her bra so her tits bounce around with each thrust. God, they've grown so much since we first fucked. My thrusts get faster, harder, creating clapping noises that fill the entire house. They're so loud that we don't hear the front door open.

Angel walks in, keys in hand, but she drops them as soon as she's able to process the image before her. She's on the opposite side of the island, so she can only see us from the waist up. That's all she needs, though. It's so fucking obvious whats happening, with Hazel's bare tits hanging out. There's no way we can lie our way out of it.

I pull out and quickly fix myself while Hazel does the same, then I retreat to the hallway. I lean against the wall, hiding, attempting to catch my breath. My hearts pounding in my ears and I feel like I could fucking puke, and I know I should definitely leave, right? But I can't. I'm too desperate to hear what happens next.

They're not saying anything. It's a nerve wracking silence; building my anxiety. Then, what I assume to be Angel's keys are grabbed from the floor and tossed onto the countertop. "I knew it," she laughs. It's an angry laugh, though, trust me.

"You're supposed to be out with mom and dad," Hazel replies. She sounds like she's in shock. Her voice is small, quiet, weak.

Angel's, on the other hand, seems like it's shaking the walls and floor boards when she talks. "Yeah, I was. But then I thought your reaction yesterday was a little weird," she laughs, "when you stormed out after I said I slept with Alex, remember?" Fuck. Of course Hazel gave us away. Her emotions are all over the place lately, I'm not even surprised.

"So I came back early," she continues, "because when you told me to call you when I was on my way back, I thought, hmm, that's weird, that's not something she'd usually have me do." Oh yeah, she literally couldn't have made it any more obvious. What the hell was she thinking?

I run my hands through my hair. Fuck. You're telling me I kept my mouth shut this whole time, just for us to get caught like this? How fucking pathetic. I've thought about exposing us so many times, even planned it all out in my head, but I could've never imagined it'd be so...embarrassing. Well, not so much for me, anyways. For her, really. For Hazel. How embarrassing; getting caught cheating on her husband with one of their mutual friends in her own house, by her fucking sister of all people. How humiliating, really. And the way she was caught; bent over her own kitchen island getting fucked from the back. That's just depressing.

Me, though? I'll get a slap on the wrist. Maybe I won't be invited to their house anymore, boo hoo. I'll live. Our friends will still invite me to their little get togethers, because at the end of the day I didn't do anything wrong. It was her. So she'll be the one black listed from our friend group, not me.

I didn't do anything wrong.