How I Lost It?

(8) Lost It Sorta

(8) How I Lost It?

( Sorta ) To My Fingers ...

I have a boyfriend. He's funny, cute, charming and totally fine with me having a guy best friend. That's why I feel guilty that it wasn't his name I called out while I was pleasing myself. ~ Payton Dawson

I watch envious as Andrew as Bonnie made out right in front of my face. They were blocking my locker and I was ready to leave.

It was quite sad how she ruined everything. She stole my best friend from me no matter how hard I tried. It was bad enough I had to endure this at his house but now they're doing it at school too. It was like they wanted to rub it in my face.

Yet I was wrong for being jealous.

I smile as Mr. Turner comes and separate the two for PDA. It wasn't allowed here and this satisfied me.

As they walk by me I stick out my tongue but my childish behavior is lost when I catch a whiff of Andrews familiar scent. This causes my knees to go weak and I quickly head to my locker.

I spin the dial and pull it open. When it was open I let out the breath of air I was holding it.

Firm arms wrapped around my waist and I jumped slightly.

"Hey beautiful." Aaron whispered in my ear.

"Hey." I smile at him in the mirror.

"I was wondering if we could hang out today back at my place." He mutters in my ear and I shake my head.

"No can do, I have stuff to do back home." I grab my notebook and close my locker.

"Tomorrow then?" He turns me around as pushes me up against the locker, pinning me against them.

"I'll see." I tuck my hair behind my ear. "Right now I really need to get home."

I lean up and give him a quick peck on the lips and slid under his arm to leave.

*********

I toss my bag against the floor and start to strip out of my clothing like I do every day. I take my hair down from its braid and run my fingers through it a few times. My eyes land on the picture tapped against my mirror.

I slowly approach it and pull it off. It was a picture of me and Drew. A smile crosses my lips as I recognize it as our first high school costume party.

I went as a playboy bunny and he went as a chip n dales dancer. Back then he didn't have the muscles he did now or the six pack as he did now but he was still pretty good looking.

I felt tears well up in my eyes and I stuff the picture under a stack of books I had placed on my dresser. I turn around and nearly fall against my dresser.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stammer, gripping the handle to my dresser drawer.

"I was coming to get something then is saw you standing there." He ran his tongue against his lip, a dark gaze in his blue eyes.

"What did you need?" I cross my arms, ignoring the fact he saw my áss.

"You're biology book, I left mine in my locker and I know you keep an extra set of books here.

This causes a frown to form on my lips and I turn around and pull the book from the bottom of the stack. I then back around and slam it against his chest. He stumbles slightly, gripping it with his arms. He raised a curious eyebrow at me.

"Are you ok?" He runs his tongue along his bottom lip and I felt something swell up in my chest.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I let my eyes fall to the floor and on their journey they spot the noticeable bulge in his khaki pants.

I felt my hot box heat up slightly but I shook the feeling.

"You just seemed more bitter than usual." He tilt my head up to look at him. "I miss you." His lips tilt into a smile and I shove his hand away.

"Goodbye Andrew." I say bitterly.

He frowns and let out a sigh.

"I wish we didn't end like we did Pay." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Well we did, goodbye." I remark and he takes his leave.

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I turn the page in my book and grip my hair. I sucked at doing bookwork. I could never find the answers and it frustrated me.

You just have a lot of pent up frustration.

My conscience was right. I push my stuff to the floor and slip out my bed. I lock my room door and turn off the light. I make my way back over to my bed and pull my covers off my bed.

I lay down and close my eyes. My mind instantly starts reeling through all the possible scenarios.

It finally settles on picturing me and Aaron on his couch. He kisses me softly and roams his hands down my body. I was in my uniform so he had easy access if he wanted to. His hand slid up my thigh, caressing it with his fingers.

There was a sudden pressure on my hot box and the heat from earlier intensified.

I was now picturing him pulling off my underwear and out kiss heating up.

My hand by now were in my underwear and lightly touching myself.

His fingers pushed away my shirt and his fingers caressed my erect nipple through my bra. My other hand reaches up and does the same.

Just as his fingers add pressure to my opening in my fantasy I add pressure on my opening for real. I let out a soft moan and add more pressure until my finger slips inside.

He lips travel down my neck and I begin to pull my finger out slowly. I continue to also fondle my breast.

I push my finger back inside, this time surprising myself when there was two instead of one.

As he works his digits inside fantasy me, I work my digits, mocking his movements.

I work at my fantasy's pace, pushing them in and pulling then out slowly.

His lips move lower until they were level with my treasure cove. My skirt was now bunched around my waist and my leg through over the back of the couch.

This is imitated in real life by propping my leg up instead.

His tongue is the first to meet the treasure inside it's cove and I let out another moan as my thumb begins to play with my clīt.

His hands were no longer messing with my breast so I moved my hand to my hair.

The pace quickened and I haven't noticed.

So my moans of pleasure were filling the air as my slicked fingers moved in and out of me with ease.

The smell of my arousal filled the air and I knew I would have to open the window to air out the smell.

My fantasy soon turned to me getting penetrated but it wasn't by my boyfriend. It was by Andrew and we were in his room.

The sounds of his moans filled my brain, turning me on more. I clenched myself around my fingers as I would his erection and moan. My hips begin to rock as I imagine his big lengthy cøck entering me.

My fingers grip my strawberry blonde tresses and tug on it as I drive myself crazy. As the dam of my orgasm begins to build up I could feel my voice get stuck in my throat, causing me to choke on it slightly.

I was gasping for air and it was no longer one clip playing in my head. Different scenarios of Andrew penetrating me, fingering me, licking me, everything reeled through my brain.

I hated realized until I came over my fingers and moaned out his name.

As soon as his name reached my ears guilt filled my entire body yet I didn't feel guilty to enjoying it.

Never was I going to look at my ex-best friend the same.

Not after tonight.