Chanel 17 - Sex Stories

Chanel 17

... taking a seat in his usual chair, a man following behind him goes to sit on the couch. “Michael, Chanel. Chanel, Michael.” He introduces me and the guy next to him. “Nice to meet you,” Michael smiles at me. A little too friendly. His eyes rake over me subtly, but noticeably. He looks to be around the same age as Ethan, and he’s more lanky with blonde hair. “Hi,” I reply with a smile. “Is this the Michael you work with?” I ask, knowing I’ve heard Ethan refer to a ‘Michael’ before. “The very same,” Ethan says reaching under the coffee table. “What? You guys talk about me?” Michael asks with a snicker. “Only about how ugly you are,” Ethan retorts, and we laugh. “Do you want to join?” Ethan asks looking up to me pulling out a sandwich bag. Filled with bud. “Sure,” I reply and walk to the couch trying to show how friendly I intend to be. This is, again, the first time I’ve seen him in the last few days. And our last conversation wasn’t cotton candy and butterflies. Michael gives me a big grin and scoots down the couch so I can sit between them. We get the television going and a bowl loaded when I finally decide to broach the subject. “So, I found a condo,” I say taking the lighter from Ethan. His ‘ladies first’ rule still intact. “Yeah? Where at?” Ethan asks grabbing a controller. “On 28th, not too far.” “Right on, when you moving?” Ethan asks without batting an eyelash. He must feel the same about keeping the peace, and I ignore the feeling picking at the inside of my raw ...

... stomach. “Tomorrow actually,” I reply then light the green. “Tomorrow?” The surprised tone in his voice placates some of the uneasiness and I internally roll my eyes at myself. I shouldn’t want him to miss me. I’m trying to fix things Chanel. “Yeah, I found it earlier this week, met the woman yesterday, and she’s giving me the keys tomorrow. I can still help you with this month’s rent though, I wasn’t expecting to leave so soon.” I peek at Ethan as I pass Michael the pipe. Ethan scoffs and smiles. “Don’t even worry about it. I’m glad you found something you want,” he says, some underlying emotion painting his words. I open my mouth to argue, but he throws me a pointed glare, and I now know I’m still not immune to his impressive anger. I keep my mouth shut. “Do you need any help moving?” Michael asks after taking his hit. “Well, all my stuff is packed, I just need to find a vehicle large enough to take all my shit.” “Michael has a truck, we can help you,” Ethan offers. I smile. “That’s very nice of you, thank you. Is tomorrow a problem?” I ask glancing at both of them. “Not at all. I’ll follow Ethan home and meet you here,” Michael says. I feel slightly better about Ethan’s eagerness to help. It appears we’re on the same page. Maybe our friendship is salvageable after all. We sit for a while discussing the perks of my new place and the kind of truck Michel has. A GMC Sierra. My kind of truck. Once it got late enough to be acceptable for bed, I told them goodnight and pulled myself ...