A five-foot-eight woman with sandy blonde hair stood confidently before us, piercing light grey eyes exuding an air of sophistication. She wore a green halter blouse that elegantly showcased her figure, paired with a black mini-leather skirt and dark nylon stockings. Bold, dark red high heels completed her look, giving off a polished, stylish vibe that suggested an affinity for high fashion.

I shifted my gaze from Sielina to the woman in front of us, who was tapping her foot impatiently while her arms were crossed, highlighting her curves. I felt the urge to laugh, but held it back out of respect for Sielina.

Sielina locked eyes with Shannon and said, "What are you doing here, Shannon? Let's clarify: the events that transpired between us a few days ago were solely physical in nature, and nothing more. Do you understand?"

Shannon shot me a fierce glare and pointed at my dress on the floor, clearly indicating she wanted me out of the way. Just as I started to move, Sielina gripped my arm firmly, signalling that I should hold my ground. I gave her a gentle smile, hoping my eyes conveyed that everything was alright and she didn’t need to worry.

I swung my legs off the side of the bed, gathering my things with determination. As I walked towards Shannon, I couldn’t resist glancing back. I felt the urge to say something, so I remarked, “Nice try with that effort to make your saggy breasts look fuller when they clearly don’t.”

I nudged my shoulder against Shannon's, a subtle act of disdain rather than jealousy. As I stepped out of Sielina’s house, barely ten seconds passed before the unmistakable sound of moans filled the air—Sielina and Shannon wrapped up in their world of desire. A wave of irritation washed over me, prickling my skin like a swarm of needles. I felt like nothing more than a stepping stone, just another name etched on the bedpost, fading into the background of their tangled romance.

As I stepped into my house, I closed the door with a forceful gesture, accidentally shattering a nearby window. At that moment, my focus was elsewhere. I approached the kitchen island, where I spotted a bottle of wine resting on the countertop. Instead of reaching for a glass, I decided to enjoy a few sips straight from the bottle, letting the rich flavour wash over me.

A few moments passed, and I sluggishly made my way to the couch, slumping back with my wine bottle empty, dropping it on the floor as I drifted off to sleep, not forgetting an amazing night with Sielina.. The only takeaway I would have is that Shannon was being rude and a horrible person.

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I woke up the next morning, and I sat up piecing together what happened the night before. I was not hungover;; I clearly remembered everything. Swinging my feet, my legs rose to stand up and stretch, hoping. I hoped I would get to talk to Sielina sometime today.

After last night, I found myself grappling with a deep sense of reluctance to see her, though I couldn't quite understand why. It wasn’t about desire; it felt more profound, like a connection that went beyond the surface. I leaned down to pick up the empty wine bottle and placed it gently on the dining table, a symbol of the evening's weighty emotions. Just then, a knock on my door resonated through the quiet of my kitchen, stirring what was left of my thoughts.

As I glanced at my kitchen door, I firmly thought, "I wasn’t expecting anyone today. Could it possibly be Sielina?" I approached the door and swung it open, ready to confront whoever was on the other side. To my surprise, it wasn’t the person I had anticipated.

Standing before me was my former girlfriend, Jane. I could see the remorse in her eyes for how things had unfolded between us just days earlier. With a deep sigh, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. I decided to let her in, wanting to hear her side of the story. After all, understanding her perspective might help me come to a decision that felt right.

Jane strolled past me in some black jeans and pink high heels. Her light brown hair was in a messy bun, and she had on a loose red tank top that showed off her figure—about a 34DD—and her light green eyes stood out. I'll be honest, I noticed her outfit, but I managed to keep my cool. I was thinking about someone else who mattered more to me.

As I gently closed the door behind me, I felt a mix of confusion and sorrow looking at Jane. I couldn't help but wonder what had changed for her after all the years we had spent together. Was I not enough? Had she lost interest in someone who genuinely cared? As she turned and sat on the island counter in front of me, her eyes locked onto mine, and I could see a well of emotion there. Gathering my thoughts, I spoke softly.

"Jane, why did you choose to cheat? I thought we had a strong bond that wouldn’t allow for that kind of hurt. I want to understand why this happened."

As I awaited her response, Jane let out a deep sigh, evidently struggling to articulate her thoughts. It was evident to me that she thought making love could resolve everything, but that wasn’t even close to what I had in mind. Looking at him, I crossed my arms over my chest, gave a stern look, and waited patiently for her answer.

Jane saw that look in my eye she had known for years, which made her look away, and she said, "Corrin, I did not intend for anything to happen. This is not an excuse, but I fell out of love with you. I could not tell you that because I knew what it would have done to you."

I thought about her answer a lot, but I would rather she had told me from the start; I held back some tears, not wanting her to see me cry. One I hated most was crying in front of someone. I regained my composure and said to Jane,

"I respect you for telling me, Jane, but do you really think I could honestly forgive you forr what you did? Put yourself in my shoes. If I did that to you and walked in on me having sex with someone. You'd feel just as hurt as I did."

Nodding her head, Jane agreed with everything I had to say. It was a little surprising to me; I had a confession to make to her as well, so on I went. I told her about my date with a neighbor last night; it was an amazing time, and, well, the sex was incredible – the – incredible-the best I've had in years.

Jane looked envious of what I told her, and some part of me me made me feel a little satisfied with how she made me feel. About to say something something to me, but the door opened. In walked Sielina, looking at me and back at Jane. I could see she was highly angry at Jane for having the gall to walk back into the neighbourhoodd and for what she did to me.

I did not want to bring on a catfight between Silena and Jane, so I asked them politely to leave me alone until I was ready to talk on my time. Understanding they both left my house, I was not ready to face Sielina after what happened last night nd the sounds I heard after I left.

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A couple of hours later, I paced back and forth, thinking of what to say to Sielina, but I did not have the words. Maybe if I went and saw her myself, they would come to me like a hidden talent. Taking a deep breath, I walked out my front door and over to her house, and I knocked on the door three times and waited for an answer.

It did not take long for the door to open. Sielina greeted me at the door, and with no hesitation, I stepped in and hugged her close to me, not letting go. Whispering into her ear, I said, " I am so sorry for last night; I should have stayed, and after leaving, just felt like like my heart reached to my throat like a lump."

Sielina wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and said to me, "Shut up, you idiot!" It is not relevant anymore what happened. She loved being with me more than she did with Shannon. I could not help but smile hearing those words from her mouth. However, I sensed something was amiss.

I took a glance inside, and I saw bags in the front hallway, not drawing too much attention to it, so I ignored it, keeping it in the back of my mind. Her place felt different than what it was last night. Looking into her eyes as she looked back into mine, I saw sadness. I did not care for now; I leaned forward and planted my lips on hers.

She kissed me back, her eyes closed, her tongue parting my lips as she eased into my mouth, our tongues dancing and caressing each other deeply and more passionately. I reached my right hand in front, sliding my fingers between her thighs, feeling no panties. I eased two fingers inside of him, moving them back and forth in and out.

A light whimper exits Sielina's lips.. "You bitch! You knew my weakness; you saw that, didn't you? Mmmhhh, fuck. Don't you dare stop!" I never said a word, and I kept moving both fingers in and out of her faster and quicker with each thrust of my hand.

I smiled at Sielina, my fingers slipping in and out of her as she pressed her thighs against my hand. "I think you missed having me last night, you naughty sexual girl," I spoke in a husky, breathless tone. My lips moved to the nape of her neck and began to travel and move up and down.

My lips kept moving up and down the nape and side of Sielina's neck. The tip of my tongue swirled around her collarbone, leaning in, closing my lips onto it, and began to suckle it. Sielena moaned louder and pulled me closer to her.

I did not want this moment to stop, so I knelt in front of Sielina, not caring who saw us. Her eyes widened; she looked at me and said, "No! Please, not here." I smiled devilishly, leaned my face forward, and began to slip and slide the length of my tongue up and down her slit, slow at first and moving rapidly quick and fast.

Leaning back against the door, she rested her left leg over my shoulder s my tongue continued to move and flick up and down the length of her slit, tasting every inch of her wetness. "Oh, God, oh fuck, Corrin, what are you doing to me? Ugh...mmh!"

I kept moving my tongue faster and quicker up and down her slit, darting the tip in between her labia and swirling it around as my mouth and lips latched onto her clit and began to suck on it as my head began to bop back and forth as I moaneded and hummed, sending vibrations inside of her.

We both panic a bit as a car approaches down the road quickly. Sielina pulls me up and breathes heavily, "Corrin! Get the fuck in here right now!" I looked puzzled, not knowing why. I followed her inside as she took me by the hand until I saw something most surprising. They weren't luggage for moving out, but someone moving in.

I stepped back a few feet, looking at Sielina pointing at the luggage in a sharp tone, and said, "What the hell is that there? You've got to be kidding me! Don't tell me hat slut is moving in with you."

I saw it all on Selinas, on what was true, and she could not look me in the eyes and tell me. All she could do was nod her head up and down. Trying to explain to me more, it was in the heat of the moment; Shannon had asked her to marry her, and to make matters more difficult, she had told her yes.

I could not find the words to speak; I stepped back quicker as Sielina reached for my hand, but it was too late. I left and ran from her house, feeling lower and embarrassed. I let myself get too close; maybe this was a sign of a bumpy road in our relationship.