After the Storm - Sex Stories

After the Storm

... how offended she felt by that term. “What would you call it? Someone who just wants sex, no strings attached, no dating, or outside the bedroom relationship?” Will asked. “I call that the good life,” Michael joked and received a hard glare from Felicia, then added, “I mean, for a single guy like you. Baby, you know I love you.” Michael leaned over the bar to kiss Felicia’s cheek. Will awkwardly cleared his throat. “Besides, I’m just her thing on the side.” “And that’s not true of you, too?” Felicia asked. “I’ve seen you go into your apartment with a girl or two, within the same week.” “Not since I’ve started hooking up with this girl,” Will admitted. “Really?” Felicia asked curious. “Sounds like you really like this girl. Maybe she’s more than just a booty call,” Michael said. “Yeah, I do.” Will smiled at Felicia as he moved his hand to her knee under the bar. Felicia gently removed his hand and stood up. “Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom.” She needed to get away and process what was going on. She went into the restroom, closed the door to one of the stalls, and leaned against the door. Felicia never thought she would be in a situation like this. Including Michael, she had only had three boyfriends in her life since high school, two whom she slept with. She always considered herself a good girl, and girls that cheated were greedy and slutty. Now, here she was sleeping with two guys because she didn’t want to leave Michael after being with him for over two years. They ...

... even talked about moving in together before all this started. At the same time, whenever she thought of Will she was immediately consumed with a thirsty lust. She looked at herself in the mirror; she felt like she didn’t recognize the face staring back at her. “Who are you?” she whispered to herself. “I love Michael. This thing with Will is just... it's just a phase, it’s nothing.” When Felicia finally stepped out of the restroom, someone tugged at her arm. She turned and Will was standing there, smiling at her. “Will, what are you doing?” she asked, surprised. “Come here.” He pulled her into his arms; her resistance was weak. Will pressed his lips to hers and she didn’t hesitate to return the kiss, opening her mouth as his tongue slipped in and tasted her. “Mm, Will, we can’t do this,” she finally said, pulling from his embrace. His kiss was tender and deliciously sweet. Felicia didn’t know how she managed to pull herself together. “Didn’t you say that you wanted to do ‘dirty things’ to me the next time you saw me,” he grinned, moving his hands to her ass. “Will! Stop!” Felicia grabbed his hands and stepped away from him. In a hushed voice, she whispered, “Michael’s right there at the bar! He might see us. I can’t hurt him like this.” “And what about me, Felicia?” Will asked. “What about you? You just show up at my boyfriend’s place of work and think you can just throw it in his face like that? Will, yes, its fun, but this isn’t serious or real here. You’re just ‘my thing on ...