Ada POV:: I’m getting tired of Mila pushing Everett onto me to deal with while she stays home and gets to enjoy exciting things with Mr. Williams. Glancing in the side mirror of Everett’s car, I saw my reflection and couldn’t deny it; I regretted coming on this vacation, especially when Everett yelled at me for Mila. That felt terrible. I also felt guilty that I wanted to leave, especially after what happened to Mila in the hospital. She was my best friend but I was bored and starting to feel down. At least she was having fun. I wanted that for her. The ride to the exhibit was quiet and awkward. I stared out the windows watching the people walking along, some sauntering, others rapidly traipsing. Sighing, my breath fogged up the window. I used my sleeve to wipe it away. Being with Everett only upset me, lately. I don’t know why I agreed to go with him in the first place. Of course, Mila needed time to rest but Everett was a pain in the ass. Now, I was stuck with him. I felt relie
Everett's POV:: Though I told her otherwise, I was afraid that Ada did cause Mila to have an allergic reaction. If so, it would be my fault that it hurt Mila. I've seen fake relationships between women before, where they drugged each other to sleep with a celebrity at school. One gave a roofie to another because she wanted to fuck the star quarterback. However, Ada doesn't seem like that kind of girl. Maybe I was letting all my suspicion get to my head. That wasn't out of the ordinary for my mind to go haywire from time to time, especially around girls. Glancing at the road, I eyed Ada as she sat in the passenger seat. I wanted to break the ice after our argument but I didn't know how. At least she let me take her to the museum. She was just altering the way she wanted to pursue me, that's all. Girls did that all the time. They couldn't keep up with the way I was. Sometimes I did it on purpose; I'd use a hot and cold method, but honestly, it comes naturally. They'd make me want t
Everett POV::Ada's bullying story flung me into memories of childhood, when I'd moved from Los Angeles. I didn't have friends for a long time; only Mila was there to play with me. Our relationship was always good, but then I met some cool guys who changed me into who I am now. I'd been bullied, like Ada and now that I knew that, it made me feel closer to her. My deepest worry is that people will see me as that skinny, weak kid again. That's why I've done all I have to make sure that part of me stays hidden. But Ada just told me a similar story and she was one of the most popular girls around. I didn’t feel so alone and weird anymore. Everyone looked up to her and once I was around less, Mila became Ada's best friend. The two of them together were unstoppable but I managed to persist in their lives. At least, that's probably how they saw it. I held Ada in my arms, her scent and body warmth made me unable to resist. She was a very experienced girl and her passion the night we had s
Mila's POV:: Through the wind, I heard the voices of my closest friends as they talked. I stepped closer but soon I realized they were having an argument. Was it about me? As I came around the corner through the sand, I walked up to the driveway. That's when I heard it. They were talking about a one-night stand. My heart felt like daggers were jabbed into it as my mouth dropped open. Staring at the two of them, I watched as Everett spun around. I managed to slip out of sight before they caught me. Why didn't Ada tell me about it? My mind was reeling as I scuffed the sand walking along the wall, holding it for balance. I felt dizzy as I was in such shock. It shouldn't be like this between us. We shared everything and told one another all our secrets. She was the one person I knew wouldn't lie to me. I walked around to the kitchen feeling unsettled, like I was out of my body. As Mr. Williams brought the plate with the skewers in, accidentally brushed against one searing my hand. "
"Yes, I have something to tell you," she said. Slowly, she opened the door and waved me in. My breathing was shallow as I made my way closer. Sitting perched beside her on the bed, I braced myself. Was she going to tell me the entire thing? Her face fell as she said, "Before we went on this vacation, me and Everett ran into each other at a bar and had a drunken fling. I don't know how to explain it to you." Immediately, I should have been relieved. She must have been referring to when we all went out and I brought Robert to cover as my boyfriend. Could it really be just that? No, I couldn't trust myself to see reality clearly. I had to make a gesture to see what she'd say. "You mean the night he tried to make me jealous, and I kicked him? I'm going to confront him. That isn't anything he can hold over your head," I said rising from the bed. She reached out and stopped me, holding firmly to my bare arm. I looked at her trying to wring free, but she wouldn't let go. "Don't do it," s
Mr. Williams held the pillow to his chest then entered, glancing down at me. He handed it to me. "Ada packed up and left," he said. I snatched the pillow back and hugged it briefly. My heart felt jabbed from the news, but my stubbornness took over. "I don't care," I remarked but my actions betrayed me. I still went to the window to see if it was true. Just as I did, I spied her; she was indeed leaving, heaving her suitcase into the black SUV. Inside I was screaming, hating that this was happening. How did our friendship become severed over a stupid guy? I was about to run after her, begging her not to go when I saw Everett. He dashed out after Ada, pulling on her arm. Recoiling, I almost turned away, but I couldn't look away. What a fool she was. "I hate them!" I complained to Mr. Williams. I was about to bang on the window when he came over. "Stop attacking Ada or you will regret it deeply. What you feel now is powerful but later it will be much worse, and you can't go back and
Huffing, I turned away, but Mr. Williams knew I wouldn't be able to resist my favorite pizza. He took out two plates and piled several pieces on each. There was no way I could refuse once he put it under my nose. That aroma was making me nearly drool. Taking our pizza, we came over to the sofa to eat. The light in the room was low and the ocean wind was making the eaves creak. It felt peaceful being inside. I glanced at him as I picked up my first piece. I sunk my teeth into it and my mouth burst with the mixture of flavors. The crust snapped as I bit down, the edge golden brown, even a bit dusty from the cornmeal, which I liked. The wonderful sourness of the goat cheese and kalamata touched my tastebuds, conjoined with the sharp cheddar and salty pepperoni. The heat from the jalapenos brought it all together and I delighted in it, moaning in pleasure. Mr. Williams chuckled and took a bite. "You make it look so good," he said, chewing. "I had to try it." My mouth was still full as
I felt frustrated like I'd made the wrong choice. Everything has been chaotic since I invited her. Then it dawned on me that when people who are close, hide dark secrets, it causes harm to each other. She was right in what she'd shouted to Mr. Williams. That was correct. "You might not believe me, but I think it was for the best that things came to a head. At least you've aired your feelings and you're going to find out what your friendship truly means to each other. I'd wager that you'll realize you care on a level you never realized, and it took this argument to make you understand what you feel about one another." His insightful words helped me feel better, but I began to wonder about something. Glancing at Mr. Williams I thought about our relationship, wondering if Everett was destined to hurt in the future. What if he ever found out? Did Mr. Williams plan to tell his son? I wondered with a heavy heart if I would cause more heartbreak. Everett's pov The moment I heard Ada cr
"Oh," I said, "You didn't need to do that. You have nothing to prove to me." But inside I was kinda happy. And glad for him. At least his girlfriend wasn't that rabid bitch. He could do so much better. ☆☆☆☆☆☆ Mila pov:: I received a message which made my generic notification tone go off. Pulling down the message, I narrowed my eyes, having to read it multiple times. Anonymous: I've seen you and Mr. Williams. I know about what you're doing together. I won't go into details, but you know what I mean. Biting my lower lip, I was stunned. My heart began to race, and my neck had a sheen of sweat on it. It automatically gave the same feeling I'd had before like someone was watching me. My stomach felt like a fizzy storm had bubbled up from this threat. Could it be Lily again? Maybe I'd gone too far with using her son as leverage. At the time I thought I was being clever, but if this was her, maybe I shouldn't have taken it that far. Me: Who is this? Anonymous: Tell no one else.
"So what series is it you're going to binge?" I asked him, sipping from the iced tea, then shoving the pie plate away."It's an older one. Three seasons. Set in northern Britain. Very dark, but also hilarious.""Sounds... Good, I think?" I said, my elbows on the table throwing my palms up. He chuckled."I can see why you have apprehension. I've been secretive about my questionable shows with everyone else but for some reason, just now, all you had to do was ask and I confessed."I snorted, chuckling under my breath. Was he serious? He seemed like it. Just as I was about to ask him more a figure approached us. That scent of alcohol mixed with a little bit of BO and deodorant that I kinda liked. It was Everett."So, Robert, why are you here with Ada?" Everett asked outright, snapping his eyes to his supposed rival. I was so stunned I couldn't speak and that was a rarity. My stomach felt queasy. But then I felt excited.He was fidgeting and Charline wasn't hanging off him quite as
He was just going through the motions.My heart sank. I wished he could find something real. Those couple of nights in LA made me think he really wanted to change. Maybe someday."Give him some time, Ada. Maybe he'll surprise you."She shrugged, rolled her eyes and began to chug off her fountain raspberry ice tea, averting her eyes. Robert glanced back then went back to take the last bite of his sandwich. Leaning back he patted his belly."Wow, I am so stuffed right now. I need a wind down drink at home, maybe an episode of my favorite series then to pass out.""It's only the beginning of the week, Robert," I said whimpering, trying to commiserate. "We have to pretend we're not tired yet. It's office culture law."He frowned and said, "Sorry. You're right. I do know better." He pointed at me and we smiled. Then, I saw our waiter heading over to our table, with a dessert in one hand and a check in the other."We can split this," I said, "Or I can pay." I rifled through my purse.
His nose was slightly red from his exertion and the temperature as he waved the folder at me. Damn! It was one of the files from work.I must have dropped it when Ada texted me. Good thing he was behind to grab that up. I was so excited I didn't notice it slipped out from under my arm. How careless of me!Mr. Williams would be pissed if other people saw last quarters inside market reports."Thanks, Robert," I said, "My mind has been all over the place. You're a lifesaver.""Oh, it was pure chance I found it. You don't normally leave this way.""You're right, I don't," I paused, brushing my lips with my index finger then, "Were you behind me the whole time?”“Mm-hmm, I think so.”“Did you happen to notice if anyone else was following me?""I did see people, but I don’t know if they were following you. Why do you think it was you they wanted?”"I had the heeby jeebies, you know? Just a feeling. But every time I turned around, there was nobody there. But once I kept walking, it
But I had to be a good girl like he asked. I didn’t want him to have to say it twice. As such, I abruptly spun around and left out the office door, blowing a kiss just before I was gone.After I washed my face, for the rest of the day, I worked as usual in my cubicle, every once in a while, noting the soppy feeling of my panties against my crotch. Mostly the day was uneventful until one of the breaks. I happened to overhear some people chatting."Nat, I swear I'm losing it. During that meeting with Mr. Williams I kept hearing a bell. Was that real?" Chauncey asked. "If not, I've been working way too many hours and need to stop staring at my computer screen.""Not it wasn’t just you. I heard it too!" squeaked Natalie. "Maybe it wasn't a bell at all. I thought it sounded like a phone notification.”“That many times?” Chauncey asked. “No way, Nat. Mr. Williams doesn’t leave his phone on during meetings.”“Guess we’ll never know.”They chuckled under their breath eating some snacks
He plunged as far as he could go and I couldn't take it anymore. My legs splayed out involuntarily as I began to feel the orgasm. Sweat was dribbling and rolling on my lower back and stomach. Moaning, I had no control over my reactions and sounds. I wondered if I was going to squirt again.He pressed his engorged cockhead deep up my sopping gash and when he moved a tiny bit in and out, with the most miniscule movements, I cried out, whining and gasping, grasping his hand to my mouth. My pussy began twitching, then flexing, That happened a few more times and then the racking contractions hit. They were full with three tenses over and over.I could feel it intensify from my ass, as flickering electric shocks of pleasure.I held him inside me, using my kegel muscles, forcing him to stay until I’d completely gotten off. He had to struggle against me but then he withdrew. He was panting and stroking, his cock soaked up with my slit's natural lube. I could hear his shaft sloppily being j
My nipples could cut glass, they were so constricted, and I couldn't help but arch up into my eager fingers. Swirling faster now the stimulation caused both my ass and pussy to twinge. My bed was soaked, and I couldn't control myself.Praying my family didn't hear my moans I tossed my head back and forth dying so much to come. Oh, it was close. Waves rose in intensity and the feeling was going to be outrageous. Tilting up I threw my hips in the air to meet my eager fingers. I finger fucked myself finging that the stimulation so close to one another made a special electric spark to ever nerve. There it was, my pussy's first contraction as my ass squeezed down and the bell was going like crazy. Jingle, jingle, jingly. I spread my legs wide, stuffing two fingers in my pussy. Oh, God, Oh, God. There it was, peak then the intense cascade racking my pelvis and clit as my pussy finally gave way to one of the most unique orgasms I'd ever had. My body was a wash of sweat. I laid there pa
Just what he was up to, I couldn't be sure. Maybe he'd be able to provide a check so I could surprise my dad. That would be a hefty load though. I doubted that would be what it was. He was hoping for an answer so I turned to him nodding. "That's right," I said, "Do you have a new idea or something?" I asked, resting my pinkie on my lip. While he took note of my tease, he showed me his car keys, tossing them, then snatching them from the air. "I'll be right back." I heard his car beep once then again. He came back holding a silver box with a violet ribbon on it. Smiling widely, I took it into my hands. I forgot what it was supposed to be for.As I tugged at the ribbon, Mr. Williams quickly stopped me waving a hand at me. "Wait until later when the party's over."Feeling warm and slightly turned on, I was burning with curiosity but if he told me to wait, it was going to be worth it. Perhaps it had to do with my dad, but I couldn't see how. Maybe it was a box of money which was
"Would you like to see the good job Mila has been doing at Mr. Williams' company? It's not the kind of internship you'd expect."“Huh?” Mom asked, not that interested. But that wouldn’t last once Lily forced her to see. My heart sank. This was it. Oh God!It wasn't like I could physically stop her. Because what if I'm wrong? What if all she wants to do is reveal my inner anger with her and make me appear unhinged? It was a gamble with Lily.Turning to the table, I used it to steady myself. Then I grabbed a glass of lemonade, my hands shaking as ice and lemon slices poured out of the large painted carafe. Purposely, I spilled some but as I was wiping it up, I grabbed one of the ponies and unscrewed it, dumping the whole thing in my drink.My dry mouth welcomed the tart lemon with biting vodka. I hoped the alcohol would calm my anxiety too as Lily sidled closer to Mom with her phone. How much did she know? Oh, fuck!Ada skipped over, pretended to be looking at her phone too intently, a