Sex, Lies and Bacon.

Have you ever been in love?

No?

Well, neither have I. So I guess you can say that we have something in common.

So the day when Jehue told me he was in love with me, my mind went blank and I was unsure of how to move forward with him.

Why did he have to make things so complicated now? Couldn't he just allow us to continue on our path? I mean, we were doing good; the sex was great because we knew how to fuck each other into another dimension. We both had great jobs, no kids, and enjoyed going out on weekends. Things were a hundred percent great without love involved, and I just wanted it to stay that way. But apparently, Jehue had other plans, as he now wanted things to go to the next level.

For him next level comprised: us moving in together, getting married, having kids, sharing vehicles, you know, the stuff that people who were in love do. But I did not want that, that was the furthest from my mind. It was not on the cards any at all. It was a definite NO from me.

First off, I wasn't in love with him; he was my submissive, and I liked how he understood my body enough to give me all the orgasms I needed whenever we had sex. I liked how he knew everything that I liked and disliked and I could just lie down and he would eat my pussy savagely and make me squirt all over his face repeatedly.

Now that he placed the love card on the table, I just wanted to get up from the said table and go eat elsewhere. I hate complications and as far as I can remember in all my 28 years of life; I stayed as far away from it as I could.

You may think that I'm weird or that I am an awful person, but before you judge me, let me introduce myself to you.

I am Meghan Westridge, a 28-year-old lawyer who works at my own firm, well it's my dad's firm, but he gave me a 35% shares as a gift so you could say that it's mine. I also work with my younger brother Nathan, who is an investigator for our firm. We live in a place called Torrington Meadows, which was also known as the meadows of the rich and famous. We are a prominent black family because my father is a top-notch lawyer who is known for winning 96% of his cases and my brother and I were known as the whizz kids because of our academic successes and various scholarships. Our mother died from cancer when I was 15 and my brother was 12, so it has been us, our dad, and his many women since then.

Let me answer your question, yes he is a player, a huge one that had women eating from the palm of his hands. There were threesomes and many other sexual activities that took place in his bedroom, and I was always present to see. Yes, I would peep and eavesdrop because I had a curious mind. I also saw how he would cut the cord swiftly on every relationship as soon as the women wanted "more" or started having expectations higher than what he will give. I've seen so many of these women crying or begging him to settle with them, but as soon as the words came out and tears started, they were out the door, never to be seen again.

So you could say that I'm my father's daughter and I take no offense to the comparison because it was the truth. I even looked a lot like him, except for his height and bald head. I was 5ft 7 inches with caramel smooth skin, long natural hair, round face with bright eyes, high cheekbones, a nose that matched my face perfectly. My friends always said God perfectly made me, which I didn't believe because I know people will say anything to suck up to you when you have money.

I watched and pretended not to notice when they (my friends) would literally throw themselves at my little brother's feet to be in our circle. I thought it was pathetic but, hey; it was their vaginas, so it was none of my business and best believe he wasted no time in fucking every single one of them.

My parents made sure my brother, and I had everything that we needed. We are loved and spoiled, but it all came at a price. Our grades had to be exceptional. Which was easy for us because we were born brilliant. We didn't have to study like most people. We just read briefly or scan through our notes real quick and we would get all we needed. My brother resembled our mom, and he was actually very good-looking. Nathan was tall, wasn't caramel like me, but darker. He was muscular with dark wavy hair. You'd think he was mixed with another race or something. He was a member of our high school's football team and that was how I met Jehue.

So okay, let's talk about Jehue Steven Carter, the white quarterback on the football team, prom king, and now he was a professional basketball player. How does one change from football to basketball in the space of six months? Ask Jehue, because he did it. Anyways, we have been friends since high school and he took my virginity eight months after we met. Of course, he wasn't a virgin, but again, that was none of my concern. All I knew was that back then, he did things to me. I only saw in porn and my body would turn to mush within seconds of him touching me, but I just liked him as a sex partner and nothing more.

It was very clear that I had issues when I forbade him from telling anyone about us because we were not in a relationship. I made that clear from the very first time he popped my cherry. And of course, he agreed, he wanted to do everything right to keep what we had. Except now, I wasn't so interested anymore because he wanted what I could not give.

"Meghan, why do I feel you've been ignoring me?" Jehue asked as he returned my car from the mechanic.

I rolled my eyes and stared at him.

"Jehue, it's 2018, yes I am ignoring you, and yet you won't go away," I said to him dryly. Oh, did I mention they knew me for being savage and always speaking my mind? Yup, I got that from my dad, too.

"So you're going to ignore me because I want more than a fuckship?"

"Yes Jehue, wanting more was never a part of the deal."

"Oh really, so let me get this straight; I'm not allowed to fuck anyone else, but yet you don't want to go on another level with me? Does that make sense?"

"You can fuck whoever you want Jehue, but let's face it, you don't want to," as the words left my mouth, I saw his complexion changed completely. He went from white to red and I knew I upset him, but as usual; it was neither here nor there for me.

"Did you check if they fixed the car properly?"

I was talking to him while wearing an oversized shirt and my underwear, of course, he couldn't be angry at me for long. He bent down to check something on the car and by the time he held his head up, there I was with my pussy in his face.

He looked up and froze. When he finally snapped out of it he asked me what was it I wanted him to do.

"Eat me," I replied in a firm but sexy voice.

And he didn't hesitate. Moving my panty to the side, he ran his tongue up and down my vagina right here in my garage. Bracing myself on the car as I placed my leg on his shoulder for him to have easier access so he could 1. Please me and 2. Calm himself down.

Fifteen minutes, three orgasms, and a squirt later, he was standing in front of me with his dick throbbing in his hands.

"What do you want me to do with that?" I asked,

"Anything that you want to do with it, baby," he replied. But I wasn't in the mood to do anything for it today. I just wanted some orgasms, and I had already gotten them, so he was on his own.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood today," I told him softly, and I could see the disappointment washing over him.

"Stay and watch me jerk off for you," he said, and I thought about it for a few. I had two hours before I met with my next potential client, so okay, I had some time to spare.

"Okay... go ahead," I replied and watched as he got overly excited.

I stood there and watched him jerking off while occasionally mentioning my name. I will not lie. I got turned on so much that I joined in. I inserted my finger into my vagina and ran it across his lips, which made him mad with desire. He got so turned on that he triggered off a few seconds after.

"Thank you," he said as he cleaned up himself and my garage.

"You're welcome. Let yourself out," I replied, and headed up to my room.