Chanel and Ethan 19 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 19

His skin beneath my fingers, I trace feather light patterns on his firm chest. My head is next to my hand as I listen to his heart beat, the steady rhythm of his breathing. His arm is wrapped around my body, relaxed and comforting, and somehow protective. Always protective. I want to be no where else. “What happened tonight?” Ethan asks in a hushed voice. “Some of the best sex I’ve ever had,” I reply in a subdued mumble, and my head slightly jostles from his quiet laughter. “No, I mean before I got here. You seemed...I don’t know. Disheveled.” He answers, trying to decipher the right expression. I sigh into the dark room, the only light radiating from my alarm clock. “I’m not entirely sure to be honest,” I confess cryptically. “What do you mean?” I debate for a moment whether or not he’ll want to hear this, and ultimately decide there’s no point in keeping it a secret. “Um..I was...I don’t know, kind of seeing someone for the last week,” I admit and when I feel him become unnaturally still beneath me, I try to contort my next words to placate him. I’d rather make him happy than dipshit right now. And besides, it’s the truth. “To be honest, I was trying to get my mind off of you. I didn’t want to cause anymore discord for you, and I thought it would be a good idea to just try and move on. But today..I don’t even know what happened,” I mumble, again, trying to get a grip on what the whole situation at Eugene’s house really means. “Tell me,” Ethan urges in his smooth voice. “I ...

... caught him fucking Taniyah at his house tonight,” I just say it, and the words don’t burn near as much as my thoughts had before Ethan arrived. “Are you serious?” he asks in disbelief, the first words to break a whisper. “Yeah, I mean, like I said, we weren’t serious or anything, but I introduced them four days ago. I had talked to him earlier today and he sounded upset, so...I bought him a gift to surprise him, went over to his house, and I heard someone screaming inside. And I’m dead serious, I thought someone was in trouble.” I breath a laugh of disbelief on my part. “I walked into his house and...there they were.” “You introduced them four days ago?” he asks, clarifying that point of the story. “Well, I thought they met at that house party we had, remember when we played quarters and that night you and me and...well anyways, he was there. But, I don’t know, I could see they hit it off, and I should have said something. I just, I don’t know…” I trail off growing uneasy. “Wait, was this that one guy, the fuckin-” “Eugene?” I ask wondering if that’s who he’s thinking of. “The fuckin artsy guy,” he says and I snicker. “Yeah that’s him.” “Chanel, that guy was a fucking tool,” Ethan says I laugh. “And clearly he’s as dumb as a box of rocks. Any guy would be lucky to have you. You deserve the world, and nothing less.” His words make me blush slightly and I shake my head. “Shut up, Ethan.” “I’m serious,” he says squeezing my hip to emphasize his certainty. “Well, fuck, why didn’t ...