Talk to Taylor

You need to talk to Taylor. You need to know why she’d do such a stupid thing.

You quickly reach her room and you step inside. She is passed out on the bed. You grab some water and splash her face. She stirs. You splash her again. She turns and looks up at you.

“Maya, is that you or am I having that dream?”

“Taylor, how could you.”

“Fuck, it’s you. How could I what?”

“How could you sell your soul for sex with me?”

“Oh, that. Maya, I’ve wanted you as long as I can remember. You are the best thing I’d gladly, eagerly give up my soul for. I have no regrets and I will find a way to bed you.”

“You could have just asked!”

“Yeah, right. If I did that it would have fucked up our friendship and you still would have said no. I’m happy with my choice.”

“You know I’m never sleeping with you.”

“We’ll see. Sooner or later you’ll be drunk and I’ll take advantage.”

“Fuck, Taylor. That’s messed up.”

“See you in class, Maya.”

You storm out, stunned. You aren’t some prize to be had. You need to talk with someone. You head back to Wyatt’s.

You knock.

“Come in.” His deep voice booms.

You step inside.

“Maya, god, I was missing you already.”

He crosses the room and kisses you. You had planned on talking, but this seems so much better. In seconds you are both naked. He pushes you down on the bed and plunges into you.

You love his expression. It is one of adoration and pleasure. He continues fucking you with gusto.

You reach a climax and he continues as you spasm. Soon he comes and a little aftershock hits you.

You lay in bed, snuggling.

“Maya, will you give me a fantasy?”

After Taylor, you are too scared to say no.

“Anything, Wyatt.”

“I’ve always wanted a threesome. There’s this girl I got to agree if she got to fuck me. Will…”

“For you, Wyatt, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks so much, Maya. I love you.”

You are stunned you weren’t expecting an I love you.

“I love you to, Wyatt.”

Boyfriend material you think as you drift off to sleep.