Chanel And Eugene..And Aaliyah..And Dylan 15 - Sex Stories

Chanel And Eugene..And Aaliyah..And Dylan 15

... Ethan turns away and heads up the stairs. I’m a little shocked and I want so badly to say something, but that has been my problem all week. I just don’t know what to say. When he’s out of view I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The last thing I want to do is distance myself from him. He’s still my friend. I think. But I’m not an idiot. Well, I have been lately, but I know it would be stupid not to take a step back right now. He has shit to work out, and so do I. Which reminds me of Eugene and I find my phone. I talked to Eugene and apologized for my behavior last night. Not that he’d complain. And he didn’t. Quite the contrary. But despite our fun, I asked him if we could slow things down... again. Of course I enjoyed what we did, but it was wrong of me to come over like that. He agreed without hesitation and suggested dinner as still an option. We met up the next night at a restaurant and eat together. Ever the gentleman, he opened all my doors. Dinner went smoothly as he asked more about my job, and we talked about his sculptures. At least, what we didn’t get to last time we spoke. It was nice having an astute conversation with someone about their perception of gouache versus impasto painting techniques. And not once did we bring up... our night. Ethan still gnawed at my thoughts, creeping around the back corner of my mind. And it was distracting. My body made it clear it still wanted Eugene. But I missed Ethan. And then I sighed and rolled my eyes at ...

... myself. I should try and focus my energy on Eugene. He’s wonderful in bed. And there’s already no drama down Eugene Lane. While Eugene and I ate, Aaliyah texted me to ask what time I’d be in tonight. She suggested I bring Eugene with me; her and Dylan wanted company. Eugene gladly accepted the invitation and soon we were both driving over to Aaliyah’s. We get to the front door and before I can open it, Eugene grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, kissing me. I smile against him and reciprocate. I think not talking about the awesome sex that happened between us may have been a mistake. Soon his hands are tangled in my hair and my knuckles are white as I grip him by his jacket. I pull away gasping and slap him playfully on his chest. He’s too fucking cute. “Jeez,” I scold him as he licks his lips smiling. Grinning madly I open the door and walk through. We’re greeted by music and laughter and are quickly sucked into the playful atmosphere. “What are you on?” I ask Aaliyah with a smile but I’m serious. She’s loopy or something, but I don’t see alcohol anywhere. She’s funny though. A big goofy grin crosses Aaliyah’s face and she sucks in air through her teeth. Her eyes shift to Dylan and back to me. “Dylan gave me Xanex,” she admits and Dylan laughs. Ooohhh. I see it now. He’s on it too, maybe almost to her level. “Do you guys want some?” Dylan asks looking at Eugene and I. I don’t usually pop pills of any kind, I don’t like to take anything unless I really need to. But I didn’t ...