Chanel and ? 18 - Sex Stories

Chanel and ? 18

I get home and walk into my living room dropping my bag, keys and phone on the couch. I can’t believe what I just fucking saw. I know I’m not official...with either one of them. But part of me feels betrayed. I wouldn’t have given a shit if Eugene told me he wanted to see Taniyah. But I feel like he deliberately tried to keep it from me since the moment they were sitting on my own fucking couch. And she could have said something, too. Perhaps I’m overreacting. But damn, they could have at least told me out of respect. I’m friends with both of them. I’m hurt that they felt the need to conceal their interest in each other from me. I thought things were going well with Eugene and I. Maybe the way we started should have been the first hint at a bad sign. We fucked before we even went on a date. And right after our first date, we basically had group sex with two of our other friends. But through all of that, I was still trying to do the right thing. I kept my eyes on him. I wanted to prove to myself I could be a logical thinking person again. Even with my non-stop thoughts of Ethan all week, I thought I was doing well. And here we are. I take a deep breath and sit in my chair. It’s clear Eugene and Taniyah have a strong connection. They shouldn’t be punished for that. After thinking it over, I know I still want to be a strong person. The better person. I could forgive them for the sort-of betrayal. After all, none of us were exclusive. I would forgive them. And give them my ...

... blessing. But I’m certainly not going to go run off and tell them this right away. I decide when I see them again, I will make it clear there are no hard feelings. I feel satisfied with my desire to keep things mature. And suddenly..I also feel very sad. An odd pitch of loneliness strikes inside my body turning my stomach to mush and I slouch into the chair. A low tap on my door makes me nearly jump out of my skin. My heart starts pounding as I stand up, while I pray to God it’s not Eugene or Taniyah. Or worse; both. I may be ok with the situation, but I’d really rather not confront it now. I walk slowly to my front door and look through the peep hole. I see someones dark head of hair as they look at the ground a few feet back and I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. I open the door and Ethan’s head snaps up. “Ethan,” I say his name in recognition. My already pounding heart starts another hammering rhythm as the sight of him. Gloriously beautiful as ever, yet worried why he’s here. And in the short second before he answers, his expression surprises me. “Chanel,” he replies. His face is torn into a mask of frustration, and guilt...and reluctance? He sighs heavily. “I’m sorry to bother you so late,” he says shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s fine. Is everything ok?” I ask concerned. He opens his mouth slightly and tries to find words. “Not exactly,” he finally replies and now I’m getting a little worried. Before I can ask another question, he speaks again. “Chanel, I need ...