Big Spoon

You collapsed on top of Chloe’s sweaty, heaving body. Her ebony skin felt so deliciously warm pressed against you and moving on instinct, the two of you repositioned into spooning , your arms about her waist and her bubbly ass pressed against your groin. The two of you lay together like that, breathing softly and dozing a little.

Eventually enough was enough and the older girl sat up, looking down at you with a half-cocked smile. “This was fun,” she declared. “I think I can say you’re one of the best lays I’ve had.”

“Can you say that with confidence?” You joked back, coaxing a laugh from her.

“Yes,” she said, a hand going to her well-fucked cunt. “I don’t know how the fuck you do it, but that dick of yours works magic.”

The word magic brought a spike of shame and guilt. The ring warmed almost mockingly on your finger. “So, what does this mean for us?” You asked uncertainly.

She considered you for a moment. “Well, Marcus would fucking hate this,” she waved a hand, “this…situationship. Don’t think he or my parents would approve of me having you as a boyfriend.”

That stung, and you once again felt a little ashamed that you had betrayed your best friend this way. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“But there’s no way I’m going cold turkey on that dick,” Chloe laughed, hand slithering across to give you a playful squeeze. “So…maybe we just keep meeting up, on the DL?”

Would that be so bad? You pondered it a little. Yeah you had used the ring to start down this course, and yeah Chloe was definitely afflicted by something, but she was a grown woman and it was just a bit of fun, right?

“I think I’d like that,” you answered.

She graced you with a kiss, which soon became another make out session. Afterwards she left the warm comfort of the bed to shower and your mind wandered. You stared at the ring, warm with lust and power. Possibilities lay ahead, and you couldn’t find yourself annoyed by that.