She was my best friend's girlfriend. Her car had broken down and she needed a ride to work. The perfect excuse to go see her. She was going through a rough time. We would hang out for a bit before she went to work. She could vent, I could listen. She could ask for help, I could give it.
This wasn't the first time. It was the third.
Her girlfriend, let's call her Jay, was out of town on business. She wasn't suppose to come home until that evening. I had been talking to Jay on the phone just as I pulled up in her driveway, verifying this.
I came in the house, and there's...let's call her Em....in a bathrobe. She reties the belt, and I ask her, "why are you bothering? It's coming off in a minute." She smiles shyly. There is a moment of awkward talk as we go into the bedroom. We both knew why I was there. It had been very well established. After all, it wasn't the first time. After all, we had planned this, fantasized it together through Facebook chat.
I kick off my shoes and empty my pockets, resting my wallet, cell phone, and car keys on the dresser Em shares with my best friend, Jay. We sit together on the edge of the bed.
"You're being shy this time," Em says to me.
"So are you," I respond.
Em laid down on the bed and I crawled up next to her. I immediately pulled her face towards mine and we began kissing, deeply, passionately. She climbed on top of me, her leg between the two of mine. Grinding against me. I pushed her over onto her back and climb on top of her, tugging at the belt of her robe.
"I told you not to bother," I teased.
She slipped out of it, and we threw it on the floor. I kissed down her stomach, my hands clutching her hips as they rose off the bed, beckoning for me. I continued southward, her moans became intense with anticipation. She gasped with pleasure as I slid my tongue from her vagina to her clit. Her sweet taste flooded my mouth. I gave her oral until my own lust had grown unbearable. I needed release. I pulled off my pants and underwear and climbed atop her. I kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself. Forcing her legs apart, I rode my pussy against hers. My cum dripping down, mixing with hers.
My phone rang. "Shit." It was Jay. She and Em apparently only had one house key between them and she wanted Em to leave the door unlocked. We thought she meant for that evening, after Em went to work.
I crawled back into bed with Em and we laughed at the situation. We breathed for a bit before we engaged again. We fucked for about a half hour longer, and then rested. I held her in my arms and nibbled on her shoulder as we talked and caught our breath. She joked about hiding me in her attic. "What does that make me? Anne Frank?" We laughed.
I craved her pussy again and I went back at it. I ate her out for a long time before I pulled myself up alongside her and she rubbed my clit with her fingers. I came multiple times. I lost count. She beammed with pure enjoyment of pleasing me. I come again, and then I heard her say, "playtime's over." She rolled off me and I looked up. My best friend. Her girlfriend. Jay stood there staring at us.
"Oh, shit." I said under my breath.
Em jumped up out of bed and ran to the bathroom and got in the shower. She left me there. Half naked in their bed. Jay glared at me.
"When did this start?" She yelled.
Inside I was laughing. I thought it was funny. I didn't feel guilt or shame at all. I avoided eye contact and talking because I was afraid I would laugh. I started to get dressed.
"When did this start?"
I grabbed my things.
"You're not going anywhere. When did this start?" she demanded. "Em, get out here."
I tried to reason with Jay, which was absolutely pointless. Of course she wasn't going to see it the way Em and I looked at it.
"We don't want a relationship together or anything. It's just sex. It's just two horny people getting together."
Big surprise. That didn't fly.
"When did it start?"
"About a month ago." Shit. Why can't I just keep my mouth shut?
Em just left me to deal with it all by myself. I'd never had this happen before. I didn't know what to do or not do. I didn't know what to say or not say. I felt like I wanted to justify it. I wanted her to see it my way. That's it wasn't a big deal. It was JUST sex, right?
Finally I just left. Jay threw rocks at the car, "Get outta here!" She yelled like a mad woman.
I really couldn't help but think the whole situation was funny, and I wondered if I'm really a horrible person to think that way.
Then it was time to face Kay. She called me on her lunch break and I told her straight out what happened. She already knew. Jay had called her and told her. She assured me she wasn't going to break up with me, but we definitely needed to talk.
I called one of my friends. I thought she would understand. She was not happy with me.
Lets call me Lolita.
"Lolita. It's time you got help."
"It's just casual sex."
"Casual sex is fine when you're single. You're not single. You've been with (let's call her Kay) Kay for a long time."
This was the first time I felt a sense of shame. Not really for what I did, but because someone who I consider less mature than me, someone I have been a mentor to, is the one telling me what to do. And, I knew she was right.
That's what this blog is going to be about. It is going to be about: Me admitting I have a problem. Me talking about why I have this problem. Me getting help. Me dealing with this problem I have. And. Me overcoming it.
My name is "Lolita" and I'm a sexaholic.
