Marta - Sex Stories

Marta

... the reason for my sadness, and together, we cried, holding each other close.

During the evening and night, our emotional bond grew closer. It was the same emotional bond I had felt during the first night when Bree had comforted me. At a sudden moment during the night, we found ourselves naked, me sitting on her bed while she was sitting on my lap with my cock buried in her pussy, still holding tight while she gently rode on my cock. It wasn't about lust or sex. Maybe it was love, but it was definitely about two lost souls grieving and wanting to be as close as possible. All the time, we stayed emotional, with Bree's body occasionally shivering.

When I finally came in her pussy, her face got a surprised look. She looked down at my cock in her pussy, then up at me, and simply said, "Oh," but continued riding my cock.

We got a few hours of sleep before I had to leave for work. I tried to be silent and let Bree sleep but noticed her eyes were following me.

"Bree, thank you for last night. I'm totally confused about what happened, but I'm glad it was with you."

Bree smiled, "Thank you for being a decent guy, Ty."

I left, convinced this was the last time we had been together.

***

The following evening, Marta dropped by. I was glad to see her and that she seemed alright.

I decided to tell Marta what had happened at Bree's place the previous night, so I blurted out, "Bree and I had sex last night."

Marta smiled at me, "I know, Ty, Bree told me. We have ...

... to talk."

She sat next to me on the couch and took my hands in her hands.

"Ty, when we couldn't find our way back to each other like we had been before, I first blamed myself. Then I noticed you and Bree were avoiding each other. You didn't even meet Ryan, her last boyfriend.

That got me thinking. What if Bree and you had connected and were afraid of your feelings or hurting my feelings?

When Ryan made his asshole move, it allowed me to bring Bree and you back together. I suspected that if both of you had feelings, it would become apparent.

Ty, be honest. You like her more than you want to admit to yourself. For Bree counts the same."

I looked at Marta. Had she brought Bree and me deliberately together? Had she sensed something I had been afraid to admit to myself? Was I in love with Bree?

Marta continued, "Ty? You and Bree need to figure out your feelings. We stop with the sex thing and reverse to a normal friendship."

Then, grinning at me, "Too bad, you were pretty good in the sack."

I threw a cushion to her, "I was the best you ever had."

We were back to joking, "You are in my top five," fully knowing that she told me she had only been together with five guys.

***

During the next few weeks, I heard nothing from Bree. I didn't contact her either. Marta suggested to me to give Bree some time. Besides, I was trying to figure out what I wanted myself.

Then I got a text from Bree, "We need to talk."

We met at a lunchroom, and the moment ...