Ethan and Chanel 33 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 33

... herself, happy about what just happened...and I feel like an asshole. "You're sure you can't come inside?" she asks seductively. I tried to leave sooner, telling her I work early...then this happened. "I'm sorry Hannah, I have to go," I say, and she nods. "Ok, call me sometime," she says, and I nod back. She leans forward, kisses my cheek, then turns to get out of my car. Holy mother fucking shit. Have I completely lost it? I imagine the hurt look Chanel's face would twist into if I tell her, and I cover my own face, growling into my hands. I'm not sure what I expected to get out of this. If anything, this definitely solidifies how I feel about Chanel. Made abundantly clear that I like her more than I thought I did, because I feel lower than the scum of the earth. We haven't talked about committing to each other, but I know she trusted me, and I turned my back on her. My phone buzzes loudly in the silence, and I startle like I've just been caught by Chanel. Before I even take it out of my pocket to look, I know it's her. When my eyes confirm her name on the screen, my stomach rolls. *You should come over. I rolled the perfect joint and I want to share it with you.* her message says, and I shake my head. See that? She's so fucking nice, she wants to hang out and get me high. If that isn't a bad ass chick, I don't know what is. Then I begin to imagine if Chanel told me she got with another guy, and I feel nauseous. I would be jealous and I know it. Should I go see her? No, ...

... probably not. Fuck, I don't know...I want to. I start my car, and drive away from Hannah's house. I shouldn't have done this. A few people keep telling me how I shouldn't get tied down right now, barking in my ear like they know what's best for me. I guess they got through a little. I agreed to meet Hannah when she contacted me after finding out I wasn't married anymore. She's wanted my nuts for years . She's a pretty girl, but it was never the right time. This still wasn't the right time, and I was too fucking stupid to see it. As I drive, I find myself going in the direction that isn't my house, and eventually end up at Chanel's condo. The lights are on in her house, and I turn off my car. I should tell her. I need to tell her, don't I? Would I want to know if I were her? That's debatable. The more anxious I get, the more I just want to see her. Fuck. I step out and lock my car, then walk to her front door, making sure I remembered to zip myself up. Chanel opens when I knock, and she looks entirely too beautiful, making my stomach drop further. "Hey, I wasn't sure if you were coming," she smiles at me, dressed in skin tight yoga pants and a tank top. Her dark silky hair is impeccably straight today, the ends grazing her waist, and I immediately want to drop to my knees and show her how sorry I am for something I never want her to know. "Surprise," I reply, composing a smile on my face. "Come in," she steps aside, and I walk in and shut the door. "How are you?" she asks, walking ...