Never Again

Ethan doesn't love her back. How could he? Something, the wine likely, emboldens him.

E: Well I don’t love you.

Ethan sets his phone aside, looking at Layla with renewed focus. “Sorry about that.”

Layla raises a brow, her expression betraying curiosity. “Ethan… You look like a new man.”

He felt like a new man. Again, likely the wine, but telling Heather how he feels was… Liberating. “Thank you,” Ethan raises his glass in salute before finishing his drink. “I needed this.”

“Hmm,” Layla returns the salute, then downs her own glass. “And here I thought I was just being used to make a girl half my age jealous.”

Riding high, Ethan thinks without speaking. “Looking the way you do, I’m sure you’re used to it.”

Layla smiles. “Oh, you have no idea…”

Ethan does. {if Layla's Secret =true}He REALLY does.{endif}

“So, is it correct of me to assume you’re… Not spoken for?” She scoots closer, her blue eyes focused.

“I…” Ethan swallows, suddenly noticing the changing mood. “Yeah. No. No. I’m not.”

“Good…” She scoots closer still, the distance between them nearly nothing. “Do you think I haven't noticed? The looks…”

Ethan blinks. Had he been that obvious?

Giggling, she leans in, her heavy chest shifting, the motion catches Ethan’s eye, which elicits another giggle. “See? You’ve been staring all night…”

He had been, when he wasn't looking at his phone. Suddenly, Ethan felt very hot under the collar. “I-I’m sorry…” Ethan isn't sure what to say.

“Don’t be.” Her smile widens, showing a bit of white teeth. “I like the way I look too.”

Shifting, Ethan can’t believe what’s happening. He cuts off Heather one minute, and the next a massive MILF starts making moves on him. It’s almost surreal. A lesser version of himself would be shitting bricks right now, but…

Heather's weight is off his shoulders. For good.

“You know,'' Her voice is low, husky. She’s getting closer, sitting fully on the cushion next to him. “I didn't plan for this to happen…”

Ethan didn't even consider that. Attention focused on Layla, he feels like he’s about he be pounced upon. Unless…

“But I’m gla-”

Ethan leans in, seizing his opportunity.

Layla reacts just as Ethan would have hoped, after a very brief moment of surprise. She returns the kiss in kind, helping close the distance. Her lips are impossibly soft and plush, and feeling them against his own makes his cock ache. He’d be hard for a while, but only now does he really feel it.

Hungry for more, Ethan wills his hand into action, taking what he desires.

Layla shivers against him as his fingers find purchase, planting themselves on one of Layla’s fat tits. Heavenly. That’s the word Ethan’s feelings conjure as he grasps it, testing its heft and size. He’d felt a boob before, hell, he’d even felt a large boob before. But hers were in a class of their own.

He deepens the kiss, pressing against her, now sharing the same cushion as her. While she tangentially tastes like wine, Ethan can taste sweet satisfaction on her lips. {if Layla's Secret =true}It’s almost enough to make him forget about her cock. Almost.{endif}

Ethan’s other hand wanders, sliding down her side towards her hip. She quivers at his touch, spurring his hand onward, moving across her thigh slowly. {if Layla's Secret =true}Ethan doesn't care about what he finds when he reaches her crotch. He’s too high on lust, wine, and power to care.{endif} Her quivering becomes stronger. ‘Is she nervous?’ Ethan thinks, his hand slowing for a second before moving in, about to reach the blonde woman’s sex.

{if Layla's Secret =true}Faintly, Ethan feels it, his hand making contact with her rock hard-cock.{endif}{if Gay <1}Ethan’s hand makes contact, but not with what he expected. He pauses, fingers twitching, feeling a hardness that could only be…{endif}

Layla pulls away in a huff, pulling herself free from Ethan’s grasp. “W-wait,” she stammers her blue eyes wide.

Ethan stares at her, {if Layla's Secret =true}her violent extraction taking him my surprise.{endif}{if Gay <1}realization starting to set in.{endif}

“I’m sorry…” her eyes well up, tears starting to form. “I…” she stands up quickly, angling her hips away from Ethan, trying to hide what they both know is there. “I need to go.”

“W-wait,” Ethan sits up, watching Layla scoop up the glasses, carefully keeping her hips angled so he doesn't see what’s between her legs.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She pads over towards the door, awkwardly bending over to retrieve her shoes. “I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have...” Standing upright, she glances over her shoulder, unable to face Ethan head-on. “I should have...”

She’s about to leave.

Maybe forever.