Silence

I had not planned on it. I didn’t even have any intention of such sort. She is beautiful, of course. Desirable even. Loud. Arrogant. And I am not attracted to her. When you read this story and go through my life, you must remember this. Remember that I am not attracted to her.

She was aware of her presence. Her pull on people. And it was convenient, really. Not to forget that I was pretty drunk by then.

We had just won our fifth game of the series and the idea of actually bringing home the championship this year had started to appear possible to me. Lincolns were a fair fight. Not like the others we had faced in the previous weeks. Them, I knew we could get through. We had prepared as much. But to be honest, I was worried about the Lincolns. They are a good team. And Tyler is ruthless on the ground. A good captain, a scary opponent. So this win gave me hope. That’s why when Drake offered me the drinks tonight, I didn’t mind. I decided that I can finally let go, for a night at least.

She knew I was drunk. That’s a pitiful excuse on my part, I agree. I would have let her take me to the room upstairs even if I was sober. I believe myself to be a good friend but if your partner is unfaithful, that’s between the two of you, isn’t it? Should I also have to carry the burden of guilt? Or shame? In this case though apparently, I was the only one with any guilt at all because she seemed perfectly raptured in sucking me off. She kept saying how much she had wanted to do just that since the start of school and I didn’t doubt her. I have seen the way she looks at me, even when in Drake’s arms, her eyes do not hide her lust. And her mouth was perfect. She knew what guys wanted and how they wanted it.

The mole on top right of her mouth is all I could see when I completely let go of myself in her mouth. She didn’t even choke. Was that a good thing? She turned around and pulled down her panties, looked over her shoulders and said, “my turn.” I was happy to comply. I never looked at her face while I fucked her from behind, fistful of brown curly hair in my right hand and a perfect soft breast in my left. It could have been any other girl and I would’ve done the same, felt the same. But it wasn’t just any other girl. It was my best friend’s girlfriend and the thought drove me crazy and I was more turned on than I have ever been. It wasn’t lust for Emily, but the shame of what I was doing to Drake and the knowledge of how he would never find out, how he was present just two doors away from his naked girlfriend drenched wet in more pleasure than she had probably ever been. I could feel the alcohol permeating methodically through different parts of me. My hands tingled and I was more aware of her hard nipples, my legs shook and I was more aware of the bundled-up jeans at my feet, my hips moved and I realized how rough I was being and it only drove me further until she screamed obscenities reminding me again who she was. I wanted to put my hands on her mouth and silence her but hearing her say, “Drake can’t know about this, how you’re making me cum, Darke can’t know”, only took me higher and higher until I completely submerged in shame. I loved it. And I absolutely hated it.

When she turned around, the only thing I could see was the mole on the right of her lips. She smiled and kissed me on the lips. “I wish we had done that earlier.” The right of her lips curved and the mole mocked at me further. “You know how when she smiles her lips quiver and the mole dances in a weird way? I don’t know. I guess I just want to see that happen again and again”, Drake had said when someone asked him what he saw in Emily. He was right. That mole was addicting after all.