Chanel and Ethan 34 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 34

... and his pubic bone is stimulating my clit. "Ahhh Ethan," I moan, implication in my tone. "Cum for me," he pants, pushing his hips. I grip his shoulders, fucking him with hard, quick movements. When he moans in his deep voice, it sets me off, and I cry into his neck. Not a second later he joins me. Wrapped in each other, we cum together, groaning incoherent cries of pleasure. I want to stay in his arms, but eventually the temperature becomes unbearable. I pull off of him and cover my cunt with my hand to avoid a mess. We clean ourselves up, and he rolls down the windows, starting his car. Ethan's much happier after that, smiling at me as he drives to find somewhere to eat. He reaches for my hand under the corner of the table during dinner too, giving me a carefree smile. For the first time today, I feel relaxed, and it lasts until right as we're leaving the restaurant. "Ethan?" I hear someone call, and I look up to see Ethan blanch. He turns around as some girl coos "Hey!" while he gives her a hug. "How are you?" she asks, and when Ethan pulls away to stand beside me, she freezes. It's silent for one second, enough time for me to register that this is awkward. "I'm good Hannah, this is Chanel. Chanel... Hannah," he introduces us. She's very pretty, blonde, big brown eyes. "Nice to meet you," I say sweetly as she composes herself. "You too," she replies, smiling. I glance at Ethan, and he seems reluctant to speak. "Uh, Hannah's an old friend of mine," he says, clarifying how ...

... they know each other. "Oh, okay," I nod, and Hannah won't stop staring at me. I've seen that look before; she's jealous of me. "Well, my sisters are waiting, um, it was nice to see you," she finally turns to Ethan, looking a little hurt. "You too, see ya," he says, and she steals another mental photo of my face before walking away. I'm feeling severely uncomfortable about what just happened, but I refrain from jumping to conclusions. We get to Ethan's Subaru, and I find my courage when we're sitting at the stoplight outside the parking lot. "Do I get to know why that was awkward?" I ask in a light tone, looking at the profile of his face. I immediately start getting that feeling from before, and it's not good. "What do you mean?" he asks, and my insides tighten. "Was it not?" I ask. The seconds tick by and I try to be patient. "Chanel... there's something I need to tell you," he says resigned, and my stomach rolls. "Okay," I reply, my smooth voice not giving me away. "A couple days ago I...took Hannah on a date." "Oh," I say, somewhat detached. A date? Ethan sighs, gripping the steering wheel. "I went because Hannah and I have a long history. I guess I thought I owed it to her," he says, and for a second I feel delusional. He wants to date other people? The realization that he doesn't want just me consumes me with nausea. "I understand," I say, surprising myself at how collected I sound. We're both quiet for a moment, which turns into a couple minutes. I feel hurt, but I don't ...