Chanel 17 - Sex Stories

Chanel 17

... from the couch, stoned as a rock. After I brush my teeth and exit the bathroom, I intercept a glance from Ethan that makes my stomach lurch. And I don't know if it’s a good or a bad lurch. My insides tell me it was bad as I lie in bed for the next two hours thinking about the man on the other side of the wall. 'Get the fuck over it', was my last thought before drifting off. *** Two days later --after my new pad is thoroughly cleaned to my standards-- I invite Aaliyah, Dylan, Eugene and Taniyah over for a 'housewarming party'. I use the term loosely, as it wasn't to be much of a party. But, as thoughtful as my kick ass friends are, they all brought me shit for my new place. I don't have a ton of my own furniture, but at least I have a bed and a couch. Somehow, every time you move, someone's always getting rid of a couch, ya know? At least I still have my own flat screen. We watch movies and eat the many dishes I prepared for company. If I’m gonna have a lame party, we all might as well eat good food. I finish my carne asada burrito, dispose of my used lime and laugh with Aaliyah when Dylan tells us he damn near let a customer drive off without tightening the lug nuts on their two rear wheels. Some mechanic he is. I walk into my living room shaking my head and see Eugene and Taniyah sitting next to each other. Smiling broad smiles at each other on my couch. Eugene glances at me and immediately, but subtly, leans away from Taniyah. I suppress raising my eyebrows and sit in my ...

... only chair. “I did not know Eugene was an artist,” Taniyah tells me matter-of-factly, as if to fill me in on their conversation. “You should see some of his stuff, he keeps the best for himself.” I smile at Eugene and he gives me his signature dimpled grin. “I would love to, I’m not good at anything artistic,” Taniyah says longingly. “You’re good at other things, so it makes up for it,” I tell her and she actually blushes. “So you didn’t meet Eugene at that party at my old place?” I ask Taniyah. “I think we talked, like, once,” she says unsure looking to Eugene. “Yeah, I don’t really remember seeing you there,” he replies. Surprising. They seem to be getting along just fine now. Aaliyah and Dylan join us and eventually everyone leaves. “Did you want to stay?” I ask Eugene, the last one left after he bid farewell to Taniyah. “I should probably go home, I have to get up early tomorrow.” I bite my lip and nod. “Of course, yeah,” I reply. If he has other obligations, I’m certainly not going to hold him hostage. He takes the step closing the distance between us and caresses my cheek with his thumb. “I’d love to see you later though,” he says and gives me a chaste kiss. “Call me tomorrow,” he says and walks out the door. I shake my head to dispel the awkward feeling and start cleaning. An hour later I’m laying in my bed all alone and unsatisfied. There was a reason I wanted Eugene to stay. I sigh and lift my arm to rest on the pillow above my head and shut my eyes. I squirm slightly, ...