I Don't Belong To You

Chapter 1

"Fuuuuck. Yes, right there baby. I'm so clooose."

Becky's eyes rolled back as she enjoyed the sensation of tight walls grasping greedily at her pounding cock.

"You feel so so good Freen. Shit, that's it. Squeeze my dick!" She tightens and squeezes around Becky's dick and within moments, she feels Becky's hips slam into her from behind as she releases her load.

Between Becky moaning into her back and the feeling of her cock pulsing at it comes into the condom, Freen can't help but reach her own climax, flooding Becky's cock and balls with her own stream of cum.

Becky kisses her sweaty back as Freen comes down from her high and when it appears that she's done, Becky pulls out slowly, knowing how sensitive she is after sex. She removes the condom, and as Freen collapses on the bed, she sees the look of disgust on Becky's face at handling the cum filled condom.

She ties it, tosses it in the trash, and heads back to the bed. She slips back on her Calvin Klein boxers then grabs her phone from the nightstand next to her. She's texting rapidly, from what Freen can tell, probably letting someone know she's going to be late before putting her phone down to look for the rest of her clothes.

This is the part she hates. This is the moment where she remembers that Becky isn't her girlfriend. In fact, she isn't anyone's girlfriend. Because Becky Armstrong doesn't believe in monogamy. And Freen knows this. She has since day one because Becky was nothing if not forthcoming about it. She lays there watching her dress quickly and she doesn't know if it's her confusing feelings for Becky or her pride that makes her speak up, but she sits up in bed, using the sheets to cover her.

"I don't like that you finish fucking me and then immediately get dressed to go fuck someone else. It makes me feel like a cheap whore."

Becky doesn't stop trying to pull up her jeans and doesn't even look her way as she responds, "I'm not going to fuck anyone else. I'm just meeting some friends for drinks."

Freen scoffs and rolls her eyes. She knows that's a half-truth meant to sooth her. Becky has said that before. She was just going for drinks or headed to the movies or bowling. Something boring to ease Freen's fears but the truth always comes out in the morning when there are pictures all over the internet and social media of Becky leaving a woman's house in the morning in the same outfit she left Freen's in.

"It may not start with sex, but that's always how it ends."

Becky finishes with her jeans and begins looking for her shirt. She hasn't turned to face her so she can't tell what she's thinking or if she's angry.

Don't sound so jealous Freen, you'll scare her off. Just play it cool.

"And I'm…I'm fine with that Becky, I am. I knew what this was when we started. I just…I didn't expect you to be hopping from my bed to someone else's. I just—"

Becky unexpectedly jumps back on the bed, forever playful, and climbs her way up to Freen's body.

She places gentle kisses on her tight stomach, before moving to each nipple and giving them just enough attention before moving up to her neck, a spot she knows is particularly sensitive for Freen.

She knows this tactic of avoidance and she knows she should put a stop to it, but damn, if Becky isn't the best lover she's ever had. But, in typical Becky fashion, she opens her stupid mouth and reminds Freen about why she was upset to begin with.