LOGIN“Not that it’s any of your business, but yeah, he spent the night.” I say, as I cross my arms over my chest. Shane looks me up and down, then says. “I don’t want him spending the night here anymore.”“Why the hell not? He’s my friend, one of your players and a really nice guy.” I snap, looking at him with furrowed brows. Shane scoffs and shakes his head. “Trey is just your friend? Really? I don’t believe that. I have never kissed any of my friends like that.”I laugh. “Maybe you don’t have the right kinds of friends then.” “Even if Trey is just your friend, I still don’t want him staying here. I especially don’t want him spending the night here.” Shane says, trying to sound like he’s in control.I shrug. “Fine, then I will just go stay with him. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Who knows, maybe if I spend enough time with him, we will become more than just friends. I am currently looking for a boyfriend.”Shane stares at me for a long moment, then finally says. “I thought you were into o
Trey’s kiss catches me off guard at first, but I quickly melt into him, kissing him back. He kisses me hard, tongue swirling around mine. Trey’s hand comes up, twisting in my hair and I moan softly against his mouth. “Wow.” I whisper when we break apart. We are both panting and Trey smiles. “Wow indeed, baby.” He says, chuckling a little. I honestly wasn’t expecting him to be such a good kisser. I also wasn’t expecting him to kiss me at all. “I wasn’t expecting you to kiss me.” I say, giggling a little. Trey smiles. “I was just wanting to help you make him jealous and it worked.” He says, glancing over at Shane. I look at Shane. He is staring at the two of us, his hand balled into a fist so tight his knuckles are turning white. I turn back to Trey. “It may have worked, but we both know that wasn’t the only reason you kissed me.”Trey smirks. “At least we both got what we wanted out of it.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, I guess we did.” Trey starts dancing again, putting his
My hands tighten into fists at my side and I feel the overwhelming urge to beat the hell out of Dante. How can he have a fiancé, but still sleep with Zoey? Why is Olivia so okay with this? I wait for them to get further up the stairs, take a deep breath and follow after them. Why am I doing this? I don't have a clue. I don't know why I am torturing myself like this. Zoey isn't mine, and that is my fault. So, why should I care that she is sleeping with another guy? When I get upstairs they are already in Zoey's bedroom. Her door is cracked open, like she knew I would be coming up here. Like she wants me to see this. When I look through the cracked door, it's like a stab straight to the heart. They wasted no time. Dante is just pushing inside her, making her moan and arch her back. He starts thrusting in and out of her at a fast pace, groaning and making comments about how good it feels. Because of where her bed is sitting in the room I am able to see everything. I watch for a few mo
I spend the day finishing all the last minute details for the party. Everything is more expensive when you do it last minute, but I don't care about the money. I just want to give Zoey a good party. I want her to forgive me, so we can enjoy the rest of our summer together. Later that evening guys from the team start showing up, letting themselves in. I have always had a sort of open door policy with the guys on the team. They are welcome to come and go as they please, anytime they want. Some of the guys bring their girlfriends and wives, others show up by themselves. "Where's my girl at?" Dante asks, as he makes his way into the kitchen where I am putting the rest of the drinks out. I hate to admit how much hearing him call her 'my girl' bothers me. Zoey was right. I can't have it both ways. I was the one that told her we couldn't be together. So, I have no right to get mad or jealous. "I think she is still upstairs getting ready. She should be down here shortly." I say, trying to
I don't know how to answer that, because there is no good answer I can give her. No matter what I say, I am going to sound like an asshole. She probably thinks I just used her, which was not my intention. I never meant to use her. I never meant for any of this to happen in the first place. I don't know what happened. I just couldn't stop myself. No matter how hard I tried. I just couldn't make myself stop. I couldn't convince myself I shouldn't be doing it, especially not in the moment. I stare into her eyes. Eyes that are usually so bright and full of joy. Eyes that are now filled with pain. Pain that I caused. A single tear slips down Zoey's cheek and she wipes it away, as quickly as she can. I take a step towards her, reaching for her hand. "Zoey, I- I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you." I say, grabbing her hand in mine. Zoey yanks her hand back, and wipes another tear away. "Don't fucking touch me." She says, voice breaking as more tears start falling. "You don't get to tou
With each step, I feel myself getting harder. Fuck, I have never wanted anyone this bad. The second I hit the last step, I lean in kissing her again. Zoey moans against my mouth, wrapping her arms tight around my neck. I feel her nibble on my lip and I groan.I walk as quickly as I can to my room, flinging the door open. I set her down at the foot of the bed, kissing her one last time. "Let's get this dress off of you baby." I say, helping her out of her dress. The dress pools around her ankles and I groan loud, taking a step back to look her up and down. Zoey bites her lip nervously. "Do you like what you see?" She asks, hesitantly. I nod my head. "Yes, I love it. You are so fucking beautiful. Every inch of your body is perfect." I say, looking at her breasts.I lean down to kiss her again, reaching up to play with her perfect, perky tits and pretty pink nipples. Zoey moans again, reaching up to my chest. She starts unbuttoning my shirt slowly, stepping closer to me, until there is
Don't worry babygirl. I will protect you. Does he even know what it does to me when he calls me babygirl like that? He doesn't even have to say anything, just sitting this close to me is enough to make my panties wet. If I were wearing any that is.I turn and smile at him mischievously. "Thanks dad
Grant runs in the kitchen a second later, dripping wet, and laughing. Naudia pokes her head out from behind me, still giggling. Grant looks at her and shakes his head."Hey that's cheating!" He says, laughing harder. Naudia hides behind me again, rubbing her boobs across my back. "You shouldn't be
She keeps rubbing up against me, and I know I'm supposed to be swimming, but I think I might drown us both if I try to swim with her rubbing her pussy against me like that. Her breathing turns a little heavy as she rubs up against me faster, pushing down a little harder. Naudia is close. She is us
The cold water does absolutely nothing to help the heat flooding my body or the hard bulge in my swim trunks that just won't stop growing harder. Thank God the water covers it. That would be embarrassing for all three of us. Naudia walks towards the steps of the pool and Grant stops her by saying.







