Felicia was quiet for a long moment. But then she resumed rubbing my naked back and said quietly, “I see.”
“I’m sure it’ll all work out, Ben. I’ve seen you two together ever since I started coming here six years ago. You’re best friends and that sort of thing will last forever, no matter what little things happen here and there.”
“Right,” I mumbled.
“Then again,” Felicia’s voice dropped to a seductive purr, layered with honey. “It depends on what kind of kiss.”
I picked my head up at that and the gorgeous brunette took the opportunity to roll me over onto my back, quickly straddling my midsection. I felt both heat and moisture where her crotch rubbed against my naked abdomen.
“I mean,” Felicia began. “Were they kissing like this?” She bent down and pecked my lips, quickly darting away with a flirty twinkle in her eye and a little seductive smile.
I shook my head no.
“Then they were kissing like this?” She bent again and pressed her lips firmly to me, her mouth closed but her puffy pads molding themselves against me, pushing and pulling and gently nibbling as Felicia gave me the hottest closed-mouth kiss of my life.
I was slightly dazed when she pulled back, and apparently she took my non-response as a negative answer.
“Well then, I guess if they must have been kissing like this.” Seriously, Felicia must have taken nuclear kissing lessons from Adrienne. The instant her tongue entered my mouth, a bomb went off in my head as she sucked me in with vacuum force and simultaneously exploded a riot of sensations in my brain. And for a few seconds, I thought she might inhale me inside of her.
The kiss went on and on and on. There were no more silly questions of comparison. I was just kissing Felicia and she was kissing me. I was seeing red, fueled by hurt and anger at Dawn as well as my own pure lust for the hot 21-year-old. And whatever reasons Felicia had for making out with me, she had just as much energy and passion as I did.
Suitable for the cold weather, Felicia had been wearing a baggy, hooded UCLA sweatshirt. The minute my hands dug underneath it and found nothing but bare skin, she abruptly lifted off me and flung the heavy cotton over her head, just narrowly missing the half-empty coffee mug she’d set down on the table. Her nice tits were wonderfully supported by her bra, an expensive and lacey design better suited to a luxurious penthouse than a cabin in the woods. Not that I minded at all.
With a burst of energy I rolled us over so that I was on top and began kissing my way down her chest. Felicia moaned in amazement, “Damn you’re a good kisser!”
I filed away the praise for later ego boosting and concentrated on the silky smooth skin I was gliding over, my lips running over the swells of her breasts before I came to the front clasp of her bra. Deftly unhooking it with expert skill (Stacey Whitehouse had favored the same style), I flung the cups away and quickly fastened myself around a perky nipple while Felicia clutched my head to her bosom. But almost as quickly, she started tugging me upwards by my arms, clearly directing my face back to hers so that we could once again lock lips. And this time, Felicia slid her hand into the waistband of my cargo pants, quickly searching out my cock in my boxers and wrapping her hand around my thick erection.
“Ooh, you really ARE Big Ben, aren’t you?” Felicia grinned. “Nice and thick and juicy!”
I grinned right back and resumed kissing her before she tilted her head to plant her pecks along my neck while I maneuvered myself until I was on my knees between her legs.
She let go of my cock and pulled her hands out, moving them around to begin working the clasp of my pants. “Fuck me now, Ben. I’m dying to feel your hot, throbbing cock deep in my cunny. I haven’t been properly fucked since I got here and I need you. Fuck Greg, the jerk-off male whore. His dick isn’t even as big as yours. And screw your little slut Dawn. I’ll bet she puts out for just any piece of trash who comes on to her.”
Felicia had worked my pants down my thighs by this point while I nursed her tits again. I was rock-hard and ready to go, but hearing the gorgeous brunette disparage Dawn set off a riot of alarm bells in my head. I went rigid, and I pulled my head back. “She’s not a slut,” I informed Felicia coldly.
Already flush with arousal, Felicia just shrugged off my comment while she shrugged out of her sweat pants and panties. “Whatever, Ben. She’s not here. She’s with GREG. I’M here with you. My cunny is wet and begging for your dick.”
I wanted in that cunny. I glanced down and saw the pink lips inviting me inside. I saw my long dick aiming into position, just inches away from her heavenly gates. But then my gaze flicked back up into Felicia’s bewitching grey eyes. She was still aroused and angry and wired up with too much energy, but my comment clearly hadn’t sunk in. I felt it was very important that no matter what she and I did, no matter what faults I may have had, that she understand Dawn’s true nature. “She’s not a slut,” I repeated. “She hasn’t have sex with anyone but me. And I’m pretty sure she hasn’t had sex with Greg.”
“You sure?” Felicia growled. “You sure she’s not fucking him right now?”
Blinking in surprise, I realized that I WAS. I was sure. I LOVED Dawn. And I knew she loved me. Yeah, her flirting with Greg made me a little jealous. The guy was better looking and taller and older and clearly more charming socially. True, Felicia claimed I had a bigger dick (which yes, made up for a lot), but she might have just been blowing sunshine up my ass.
But the fact was, Dawn had resisted temptation for so long, not even having sex with Mark. And I believed her. If either of us was fallible, it was ME. I was the one who had a track record of just falling into bed whenever my emotions got the best of me… like right now.
True, I thought I’d seen Greg and Dawn making out. Maybe she had a good reason and maybe she didn’t. But I didn’t have a good reason for what I was doing with Felicia. It wasn’t right. At the very least, I had to talk it out with her before I made rash judgments. She had never betrayed me before. I owed it to her to find out the truth now.
And I owed it to ME. The first time I’d cheated had just been pure hormones. Adrienne was fucking hot and I couldn’t resist. Yeah, she was threatening me with Keira’s exposure, but I’d let my dick answer for me. The second time I’d imagined Adrienne’s flirting had gone past the line into sex with Jake. I’d convinced myself that people at that social elite level cheated as a matter of course. But really, I’d missed Cassidy and my driving goal had been my own selfish desire to have sex with her. And even when Adrienne had forgiven me and wanted to make up, I’d already thrown away any restraint and boned Donna Kincaid.
Not again.
NOT. AGAIN.
Do SOMETHING mature, Ben. Think before you screw. What would I get out of this with Felicia? A hot body and a good memory, but nothing lasting. I’d had enough of those, hadn’t I? Felicia was probably just using me out of a vindictive desire to lash out at Greg anyways. And even if Dawn had slipped and was making out with Greg, maybe even if she was fucking him right now, she meant so much more to me than Felicia. If I could just think past the next thirty minutes of selfish pleasure, what I could possibly have with Dawn far outweighed anything I could have with Felicia.
Which meant I couldn’t do this. I LOVED Dawn. And I owed it to myself to honor that. And so sighing in frustration while my cock angrily throbbed just inches away from its goal, I suddenly rolled off of the naked model and started hoisting my cargo pants back up to my waist.
“The fuck are you going?” Felicia barked in surprise.
“Back,” I stated gruffly. “To Dawn.”
“What?”
“I gotta talk to her. I gotta make this work out.”