I’m looking in the fridge when I’m interrupted by Kellen. “Do you want to talk about it?” I turn in his direction and give him a ‘This is not the time’ glare, and he laughs. “Sorry, just trying to help,” he concedes, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
“You know what,” I sigh, “I’m sorry and I know you’re just trying to help, but, no, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” his intense blue eyes sweep over me.
“Yes,” I clear my throat. “So, um, why exactly are you here?”
He smiles as if he’s been waiting for me to ask the question. “Well, I’m actually here to pick up some luggage that Ashley let Katie borrow last month when she went to Vegas. Ashley is going out of town for a couple of weeks for a modeling job.
So, she is a model. “That’s cool. Where is she going?”
“New York,” he replies.
“Wow! That’s amazing. Have you ever been?” I lean forward and rest my forearms on the island counter. I reach for several grapes sitting in a bowl on the counter and plop one into my mouth.
“Years ago with my family,” Kellen’s eyes shift to my chest, “but not recently.”
I look down, not realizing that my tank shifted lower, revealing a little too much cleavage. “I would love to go one day!” He’s still ogling my boobs, so I stand to my full height, coughing when my grape goes down the wrong way. “So, when does she leave?” I ask between coughs.
Kellen comes around and places a hand against the exposed flesh of my back, sending a light tremor throughout my extremities. Shit! I cough again and pivot away to create some space. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” He steps closer.
I turn to face him and see worry etched across his face. “Yes, I promise. I swallowed and it went down the wrong pipe.”
I see the worry lines dissipate from his features when he clearly sees that I’m all right. “She leaves tomorrow morning,” he proceeds. “I should probably get going so she can finish packing.” He leans down and picks up the piece of luggage he came for.
“Oh, okay; well, thank you for letting me in. Turns out my keys were in my pocket the whole time,” I chuckle.
Looking straight into my eyes, Kellen smiles. “You’re welcome, Tamia, and I hope your evening is much better than your day was.”
“I hope so too.” I wipe my clammy palms against my sweat pants. “I guess I’ll see you later?”
“Most definitely. See you around, Tamia. His eyes inconspicuously sweep up and down my body before he exits the kitchen.
“Yeah, see you around,” I whisper to myself, moments after he leaves.
Kellen
“Shit.” I massage the head of my cock, then aim it down into the toilet bowl and stroke along my length to release the cum that’s been sitting heavy in my balls since the moment I saw Tamia all wet and helpless outside her apartment. I stuff the hem of my shirt inside of my mouth to muffle my groans. It’s already fucked up that I’m in here rubbing one out to thoughts of my sister’s roommate when my girlfriend is in the other room.
“Kellen?” Ashley calls from the other side of the door.
I let my shirt fall from my lips but continue to massage my dick. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Sweat begins to mist across my skin as I try my best to hold my impending nut and accompanying pleasurable outburst.
“Okay. You’ve been in there for a while now. Is everything all right?”
“Aw, shit.” I place my free hand against the wall, turn my head, and bite down on the sleeve of my shirt. “Fuck,” I mumble around the fabric. My eyes close shut, and the muscles in my stomach contract as globs of my semen release into the toilet until I’m drained. Shit, when was the last time I came this hard? I open my eyes and look down to see that the majority of my cum is splattered on the toilet seat. I tear off some toilet paper, wipe it away, flush, then lean against the wall with my dick hanging soft and spent out of my pants.
“Kellen?”
Shit, I forgot she was still standing out there. I tuck myself back inside my pants, then I grab the air freshener and spray. “Can’t a man take a shit in pea—” my words become lodged in my throat. My eyes trail over Ashley’s thin frame dressed in a purple lace bodysuit with slits exposing her pink nipples.
“I knew you would like it,” she gushes as she turns around and shows me her small, slightly rounded ass. And to think, once upon a time, I loved the size and shape of it. If Tamia were wearing this, she would fill it out nicely with her peach-shaped ass—I feel my dick swell and tent the front of my jeans at the mere thought of it.
Ashley grabs my dick, mistaking my erection as a reaction of her in her lacy getup. “I thought we could have a little fun tonight before I leave.” She presses her lips against mine and moans.
I stand motionless and accept her kiss, but I feel nothing. Nothing at all. There’s no urgency to kiss her back or rip the flimsy piece of fabric away from her body and fuck the shit out of her. Not lately. When all I think about is touching, fuckin’, and tasting another girl, who isn’t my girlfriend. There’s a problem. If I’m being honest with myself, this relationship has been over for me, for a while. Me not giving her enough attention— I’d purposely done it. A dick move that I thought would make her leave my ass, but instead, she suggested that she move in with me, and I didn’t fight her on it.
I tug Ashley’s hand away from my dick. Instead of letting the first lie slip out of my mouth about not feeling well, must’ve been something that I ate, to avoid having sex with her. I finally man the fuck up and say, “We need to talk.”
“Can we talk after?” She touches the side of my face and I grab her hand.
“I can’t keep doing this, Ashley.” I stare into her wide eyes. My tomboyish friend that later bloomed into a beautiful woman, that I met at the annual family picnic that my dad’s accounting firm organized when we were only nine years old. Then one drunken night of sex suddenly changed our friendship into an exaggerated term for fuck buddies, a couple. If only I’d used my head connected to my neck and kept my dick out of her pussy that night and all the other times after.
“What is it?” her voice comes out, quiet as a mouse.
I exhale a long breath. “I think it’s time that we stop putting a bandage over something I don’t think will get any better.”
“How do you know? Have you tried?” Her arms flail.
“Tried?” I guffaw. “We argue all the fuckin time Ashley. And half the time it’s over stupid shit!” I rake an angry hand through my hair. “Look at me right now,” I place my hand over my chest. “And tell me that you’re happy with being in a relationship with someone that checked out of it months ago.”
“What can I do to fix this?”
Jesus. I roll my eyes upward to the ceiling before dropping them back down to Ashley. “Nothing. We’re totally two different people now. We can remain frie—“
“No.” She shakes her head. “Give us another chance.”
“Ash—“