Chanel and Ethan 34 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 34

... want to say anything. They only went on a date right? The instant I hear him clear his throat, my heart starts pounding. "There's more," he says, and I shut my eyes. "What did you guys do?" I ask, staring at the back of my eyelids. It's quiet for another very long six seconds before he answers. "She gave me head," he says, so quietly I almost didn't catch it... but I did. I definitely fucking did, and my stomach hits another corkscrew. This is really fucking painful to hear. "Chanel I'm sorry-" "Please don't apologize," I interrupt him. "I didn't want to hurt you, I'm-" "Can you turn left up here?" I ask when I open my eyes and see the road that will go to my house instead of his. He sighs heavily, shifting gears and changing lanes. "I'm sorry," he whispers, and I don't reply. I don't know what to say. All I can think about is Hannah's blonde head in his lap. Ethan eventually pulls up outside my place, and we're still quiet when he turns the car off. I stare dejectedly out the windshield before I turn and open my door. Ethan immediately gets out with me, already around by my door when I shut it. Even wearing my red, six inch stilettos he overpowers me, and stops me on the sidewalk. "Chanel, I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. You mean more to me than I ever thought you could, and I would take it all back." He sounds anxious, and when I finally look at his face, it's so twisted with worry, my heart crushes further. "Don't apologize Ethan, you and I aren't together," I ...

... say, and we both look unhappy. We were definitely something . "Look, I get it. You're trying to make yourself feel whole again after being so broken... and I can appreciate that. I want you happy," I say, and he looks like I just told him his cat died. I sigh heavily and look at the ground. "But I have to be honest... this hurts a lot." "Chanel, you can't know how sorry I am." "Did what we have mean anything to you?" I ask, keeping my voice soft. "Yes!" he immediately answers. "Of course Chanel, you know you mean a lot to me." "Why weren't you honest with me about what you wanted?" I ask, which might be the most pressing question. That's one thing we have been committed to through this whole endeavor; the truth. "I was being honest with you, there was nothing to tell; I wasn't looking for anything with anyone else." "Then why'd you do it?" I ask the million dollar question, and he sighs and doesn't speak for a moment. "It was nice seeing someone from my past. It reminded me of who I was before Nicole, and the nostalgia was comforting. When I dropped her off at her house-" he starts, and picturing it makes my nerves tremor violently. "-I knew she wanted to hook up with me. I told her I had to leave, and she wouldn't get out of my car, and before I knew it...Chanel, after it happened, I felt sick with myself. You were all I could think about, you're still all I think about. I disrespected the relationship you and I have, and I regret it," he says, and it is a little comforting ...