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Hey dude, good news! Sophie is letting me come back! Guess I’d better try to stop hitting on other girls, right? Rich frowned at the text before slamming his phone down, slopping his coffee and causing the couple sitting on the next table over to look in his direction. Anger welled in him as he thought of Jon moving back in with Sophie, sharing a bed with her, kissing her, touching her…but then his anger was replaced by sadness. He wasn’t perfect, he knew that, and he’d done things he wasn’t proud of but all he wanted was to be with someone. But not just anyone, he wanted Sophie. He knew that wanting his friend’s girlfriend was wrong and if someone had come to him with a similar problem he would have told them to step aside, that there was no room in a relationship for a third person. But the fact was he knew what Jon had been doing over the last few years behind Sophie’s back, and it was far more than Sophie was aware of. Sure, she knew he’d flirted with other girls online and Rich knew she had other suspicions, but only he knew the truth. He knew that Jon had cheated on her and lied, and not just to her. He lied all the time, telling people of false accomplishments to make himself look good in their eyes. But the truth was he didn’t need to lie, people looked up to him anyway, and to Rich that made what he did worse. Had he been some unsuccessful loser who needed other people’s admiration to validate himself then he could have understood it, but he wasn’t a loser, he was successful, good looking and someone that others admired. If only they knew the truth…But Rich wasn’t that person, he wasn’t going to start telling people about Jon lies and indiscretions. He had found out about them himself and if he could then so could all the others who thought Jon was so great. He picked up his phone, unlocking it. Do you think you can stop? He knew how Jon would take his text, he knew that he would take it as a friendly jibe which supported his infidelity. But it wasn’t meant that way. Rich wanted to tell him how he felt about all of it. But the bottom line was Jon was his friend and had been for 15 years. Was he really going to give that away because he was hot for his girlfriend? But was he hot for Sophie? Sure he thought she was pretty and sexy, and sex with her the day before had been amazing, the best he’d had, but it wasn’t just about sex. He wanted her, he was falling for her. He’d had feelings for girls in the past but this was different. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, and not just when he masturbated, although she was always the face he saw as he came. And now he would have plenty of new images of Sophie, but he didn’t think he would be able to think about her while he was stroking himself anymore, it had moved past that for him. She wasn’t just someone he wanted to fuck – although he REALLY wanted to fuck her – but he wanted her on a deeper level. He wanted to be with her. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen. After they’d left the bed they’d spent the previous afternoon in they had agreed that they would remain but that they could never have a physical or meaningful relationship. The thing that hurt Rich the most was that even as she was telling him what she thought should now happen between them he could feel the turmoil in her, eryaman escort and he was pretty sure she was feeling for him something close to what he was feeling for her. But they’d agreed and he didn’t want to upset her or make things even more difficult for her than they already were. His text alert sounded. Lol, I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to see. I’ll probably be able to hold it together for a couple of weeks but we know what I’m like. “Asshole,” he whispered, dropping the phone back onto the table and picking up his coffee. Then, picking up his phone again he went to Sophie’s messages, tapping on the last one she’d sent. Hey Richie, I just wanted to tell you that I had the best time today and it wasn’t just because the sex was great (but it really was) but it was because it was with you. You’re so special to me and I hope that you’re not mad at me for all of this. I didn’t plan any of this, I hope you know that but seeing you today just made it impossible for me to hold back. But now I think I need to give Jon another chance. We’ve been together a long time and I’m afraid of throwing away those years over something that could have just been a one off mistake on his part. I hope you understand and I really do want us to be friends because I would hate to not have you in my life. I’m really sorry and I want you to know that I’m crying while I’m texting this but I think it’s for the best. I know that you will find someone who is right for you and better than me and when you do I hope you’ll be happy because I think you deserve to be.Sophie x Rich ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled loudly. Finishing his coffee, he stood up, stepping past the barriers which sectioned off the seating area outside the coffee shop and out into the main part of the mall. The sun shone through the ceiling high above him but the tinted glass removed the glare. He had originally come to the mall for something to do to take his mind off Sophie but now that he was there he decided that perhaps a new pair of jeans or some new shoes would help to bring him out of his funk, although he had his doubts. As he was making his way across the ground floor of the mall he saw a familiar face, one that he hadn’t seen in a while. Stacy had spotted Rich long before he had seen her and immediately memories of the last time she had seen him came flooding back. It had been last winter and she had asked him to meet her in this mall. They’d met on one of the parking floors and gone into the elevator together where he’d lifted her dress, pulled her panties to the side and licked her clit until she’d had a thunderous orgasm as she stood against the elevator wall. Then they had gone out into the cold night where he’d pulled her into an alleyway and they’d fucked against a wall while evening shoppers had walked past within a few feet of them oblivious to their presence. Of course that had all happened while she had been cheating on her boyfriend, Brendan, who she remembered, coming out of her daydream, was right beside her, still talking about whatever aspect of his work he thought she would find interesting. But she’d made a decision to end her affair with Rich. Brendan was a good guy, if a little dull, and she didn’t want sincan escort to ruin their relationship because she struggled with resisting sex with Rich. As the images of her and Rich dissipated from her head she turned to Brendan, part of her hoping that Rich wouldn’t see her but another part hoping that he would. And as she struggled with her desires for him more images of them together burst into her head; the morning they’d spent in a coffee house where he’d convinced her to take off her underwear and give it to him before he leaned over, kissing her, slipping his hand inside her top to caress her bare breast and then sliding his finger inside her dripping pussy. The evening they’d spent in the countryside, fucking on the ground until two women, out for a walk, had happened upon them and she’d had to walk past them, naked, to retrieve her clothes. And, of course, the video they’d made back at his house…on her camera which had mysteriously moved shelves in her closet after her step-sister had dropped round to borrow some shoes… Stacy looked over at Brendan, trying to be interested in what he was saying but unable to get the images of her and Rich, naked, perspiring, licking, sucking….fucking, from her head. She hoped that if she didn’t look at him then he wouldn’t see her. But in a moment of weakness she turned to see where he’d gone. And there he was, getting closer to her and Brendan. He heart skipped. She knew that Brendan had no idea about the two of them but she couldn’t help worrying that if he saw them talking, the tension between them would be so obvious he would know that something had happened…and that she thought about it all the time, that she pictured her times with Rich while she was alone, naked, horny, stroking, playing…as well as when she was fucking Brendan. She’d lost count of the times she’d seen Rich’s face while Brendan was on top of her…doing his best. She would have said that she’d cum thinking about Rich during those times but the truth was she didn’t cum with Brendan, unless she was on top, playing with her own clit as she rode him, hoping that she would finish before he did. And then she was turning, looking for Rich. But he didn’t look her way, he was looking straight ahead and even though they were close enough to almost touch, he didn’t seem to see her. Until she called out his name. Rich turned at the sound of his name, trying to look surprised. “Hey,” he said, smiling attempting to look like an old friend or work colleague -which they were – and not someone seeing the person they’d fucked behind her boyfriend’s back. “Hi,” Stacy replied, a look of innocence on her face but still with the spark in her eyes that Rich remembered from whenever they’d been together. She stopped, still holding Brendan’s hand and Rich noticed that although he looked surprised, he was clearly oblivious to the fact that the two of them had been naked together, fucked and had shared intense, wet orgasms. Stacy wore a short summer dress which clung to her narrow waist and, glancing at her breasts Rich guessed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her small firm tits covered only by the thin material. On her feet she wore strappy, sandals with a low heel that gave her slender etlik escort calfs a hint of definition. And even though she didn’t have the curves and large breasts of Sophie, Rich couldn’t help but think how hot she looked. “Brendan this is Rich,” she said sweetly. “We used to work together.” Brendan stepped forward to shake Rich’s hand, his grip a little limp and weak. Rich said hi, shaking his hand firmly, and as they broke their handshake he glanced at Stacy, making her blush with the memories held in her mind. They chatted for a few minutes about work and as the conversation slowed Rich began to excuse himself. “It was nice seeing you again,” Stacy said. Rich nodded, smiling holding her gaze for a second longer than he should. “Yeah, hopefully see you soon,” he replied. Saying goodbye to Brendan, Rich began to walk away, turning after a few steps to look back at Stacy, her slim body moving under the thin material of her dress. As he watched they walked to the coffee shop he had just left, taking a table outside and, after a brief discussion, Brendan walked into the shop, leaving Stacy alone at the table. As Rich turned to leave he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Stepping over to the side he pulled it out. Hi, it was nice seeing you just now and I can’t lie, seeing you made me think of the times we spent together. It’s a shame we don’t do that any more but I used to worry that we’d get caught. But still, it was good and I’m kinda horny now…May have to take Brendan home and fuck him…although it wouldn’t be as good… Stacy xx Rich sighed, a smile spreading over his face only to fade when he thought about Sophie. He liked Stacy and he still thought about their times alone, but it was just sex and what he really wanted was to be with Sophie. He sighed again, looking back at Stacy. She was still alone, staring into the distance and he wondered whether she was thinking back to the times they had fucked, panting, sweating, moaning…cumming. And then, as he watched, she crossed her legs, just as her hand moved up, brushing over her breast before pushing her hair from her face and then he knew that was exactly what she was thinking about. Rich: Hey, it was nice seeing you too. It’s just a pity you weren’t alone…. Stacy: Why?? Rich: Because I could have had a coffee with you and we could have “reminisced”… Stacy: Reminisced about what?? Rich: About us… Stacy: What would we have talked about?? Rich: The time I fucked you bent over my stairs…Stacy: And…?Rich: You riding my cock on my couch, telling me not to cum inside you because you had to go home to Brendan but then telling me I should because you were about to cum too…He watched as Stacy looked down at her phone, shifting in her chair as she read his text.Stacy: What else…? Shit Brendan is coming back. Better stop, maybe continue this later?Rich frowned at her text, looking over to see Brendan walking back to the table with two coffees.Rich: Nope, want to keep doing this now…Stacy: I can’t, Brendan will wonder who I’m talking to.Rich: Lie to him…Stacy: You make me do bad things…Rich: I know. Tell me what you remember…Stacy: I remember that night in the country, we were on the blanket and Brendan had called me and while I was talking to him you went down on me….Rich: Then what happened?Stacy: I came….hard.Rich: What else do you remember? Stacy: The same night when you asked me to strip for you in front of your car….and I did…then I played with myself until I came for you…. Rich sighed, trying to adjust his growing hard on without making it obvious. Rich: Fuck! I remember all of that.
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