1. Chanel and Ethan 19


    Date: 11/12/2017, Categories: Masturbation, Author: tangerinesky, Source: LushStories

    His skin beneath my fingers, I trace feather light patterns on his firm chest. My head is next to my hand as I listen to his heart beat, the steady rhythm of his breathing. His arm is wrapped around my body, relaxed and comforting, and somehow protective. Always protective. I want to be no where else. “What happened tonight?” Ethan asks in a hushed voice. “Some of the best sex I’ve ever had,” I reply in a subdued mumble, and my head on his chest slightly jostles from his quiet laughter. “No, I mean before I got here. I saw you pull up, you seemed, I don’t know...disheveled," he answers, trying to decipher the right expression. I sigh into the dark room, the only light radiating from my alarm clock. “I’m not entirely sure to be honest,” I confess cryptically. “What do you mean?” I debate for a moment whether or not he’ll want to hear this, and ultimately decide there’s no point in keeping it a secret. “Um..I was...I don’t know, kind of seeing someone for the last week,” I admit, and when I feel him become unnaturally still beneath me, I try to contort my next words to placate him. I’d rather make him happy than dipshit right now. “To be honest, I was trying to get my mind off of you. I didn’t want to cause anymore discord for you, and I thought it would be a good idea to just try and move on. But today..I don’t even know what happened,” I mumble, again, trying to get a grip on what the whole situation at Eugene’s house really means. “Tell me,” Ethan urges in his smooth ...
    voice. “I found him fucking Taniyah at his house tonight,” I just say it, and the words don’t burn near as much as my thoughts had before Ethan arrived. “Are you serious?” he asks, the first words to break a whisper. “Yeah, I mean, like I said, we weren’t serious or anything, but they only met each other five days ago. I had talked to him earlier today and he sounded upset, so...I wanted to surprise him, went over to his house, and I heard someone screaming inside, and I’m dead serious, I thought someone was in trouble.” I breathe a laugh of disbelief on my part. “I walked into his house and...there they were.” “They met five days ago?” he asks, clarifying that point of the story. “Well, I thought they met at that house party we had, remember when we played quarters and that night you and me and...well anyway, he was there. But, I don’t know, I could see they hit it off, and I should have said something. I just, I don’t know…” I trail off, growing uneasy. “Wait, was this that one guy--” “Eugene?” I ask, wondering if that’s who he’s thinking of. “The sculptor ,” he says, and I snicker. “Yeah that’s him.” “Chanel, that guy was a fucking tool,” Ethan says, I laugh. “And clearly he’s as dumb as a box of fuckin rocks. Any guy would be lucky to have you.” His words make me blush slightly and I shake my head. “Shut up, Ethan.” “I’m serious,” he says, squeezing my hip to emphasize his certainty. “Did you forget to include yourself in that category?” I question jokingly, but immediately ...
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