My Dirty Secrets 3.2 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets 3.2

... scolded.

"What, maybe he wants to say hi?"

"I'm sure he does, but why the parking lot?"

"Settle down, Liss. You puked in there; you puked out here. It's all the same, right?" Jules said, rubbing my tummy.

At this point, Jake was almost to the car. He approached the driver's window where Jules was waiting. Jake looked damn good. As he came closer, I could smell his cologne as the breeze came in, and he smelled good. I felt my stomach knot up for an entirely different reason now.

"Hey Jake, thanks again for taking care of our girl last night," Jules said, winking.

"Happy to help," Jake smiled, "How you feeling, Alyssa?" he said with a sly grin still on his lips.

"A lot better than last night, that's for sure. I'm sorry about…"

"I'm glad you're here. I was afraid I wouldn't hear from ya." Jake interrupted.

"Do we really want to be here?" Jules asked, catching me completely off guard.

"I'm open to whatever," Jake replied.

"Follow me, let's go to my place. I'm only about ten minutes from here," she said, putting her hand on my thigh to keep me from losing my shit on her.

"Sounds good. Lead the way."

As he made his way to his truck, I contemplated exactly how I was going to kill Jules.

"What the fuck was that?" I said, not trying to hide my frustration.

"Look, no matter what happens, you don't want to be yelling over the music explaining this, and my house is your home, too," she was unusually serious. "No matter what happens, ...

... this guy is just some guy, and we'll figure this out. On our terms," she said, rubbing my thigh.

"I don't know what to say or what the hell I was even thinking texting him," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Well, I kicked Ben out last night. Jake isn't any bigger. I think I can manage if needed," she smiled.

Jules was right. Nothing productive was going to come from a conversation in a dance club. I'd done enough communicating with my mouth in there the night before. It's best to level with the guy and to be somewhere he can leave once he hears the truth.

We pulled in, and Jake was right behind us. He pulled up next to my door. Of course, after he got out, he opened my door for me. Why did he have to be a gentleman, too? He had a lot of things going for him. Melissa from three years ago would have had her panties on the floor of his truck before we'd left that parking lot. Years of being a good girl taught me what I didn't want to be. So, during nursing school, I'd allowed myself to be a little friskier sexually. Nothing crazy; I was just actually willing to have sex.

We walked in, making small talk and little jokes. Jules unlocked the door and went straight to the kitchen. She came back in with three beers. She handed me two and opened one herself.

"Jake, Melissa is married," Jules stated, "I'll be in my room watching TV."

With that, Jules left me. My mouth was probably wide open as I handed Jake a beer.

"I, uh, I love her, and I hate her," I ...