1. Chanel And Eugene..And Aaliyah..And Dylan 15


    Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: tangerinesky, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    “We’re going to be remodeling soon,” is the third thing out of my boss’s mouth when I get to work. “Remodeling? When?” I ask a little surprised. When does that ever happen? “In a few of weeks. We’re re-doing the main floor, so we’ll be closed for a few days. It’ll bring in more business when it’s done,” Angela says with coffee in her hand. “So, I won’t be working?” I ask hanging my jacket on the coat rack. “Nope. But you’ll be paid anyways, it’s an unscheduled upgrade.” She smiles at me and I laugh. Paid time off? Sweet. I get through the day with as much energy as I can muster from my all-nighter. When the hour hits for me to leave, however, I zombie it all the way home. I was falling asleep somewhere, and I didn't want that to be Aaliyah's couch in the middle of the day. I don’t see Ethan’s car and in the back of my mind I know that’s a good thing, but I can’t really concentrate on anything, I’m so fucking tired. The sight of my bed is a glorious one as I shut and lock my bedroom door. I take the handful of necessary steps until I’m close enough to flop down onto my soft mattress. Sighing heavily in relief, I kick my shoes off and drift. *** I wake up stiff, my joints like rusted metal. I'm still in my slacks and blouse I wore to work, and I groan and start undressing. I find cotton shorts and a t-shirt and re-dress. When I pull my tight shorts over my ass, there's a tap on my door and I freeze. That must have been what woke me up. "Chanel?" Ethan's voice asks from the ...
    other side of my door. Fuuuck. I unlock and open my door, and Ethan is six feet back. And the sight of him is bittersweet. The last time we were together, we fucked each other’s brains out and I left. “Hey,” I say leaning against the door frame. “Hey, I was just... seeing if you’re ok,” he replies, looking uncertain. “Yeah I’m fine.” I nod my head and it’s silent for a moment. Ethan opens his mouth and closes it. When he opens it again, nothing comes out for a second. “I want to apologize,” he says in his sexy, low voice, green eyes penetrating mine. We both knew what he was apologizing for and my stomach turns. “It’s really ok-” “Chanel please,” he cuts me off assertively. I bite my lip and keep my mouth shut. He exhales heavily. “I don’t know how I let shit get so out of hand last time, uh, you were here. And I don’t-” “Ethan,” I interject, “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry. It was a crazy weekend for everyone. I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of lately. I’m sure we all have. But with what happened, I think, maybe, we should give each other some space.” The words burned coming out of my throat, but they needed to be said before he could get out any more apologies and make me feel worse. He’s frozen as he stares at me for a moment. Then he clears his throat and collects himself. “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Ethan says. We stand for another moment in silence, staring at each other. I want to kiss him so badly and hit myself in the face at the same time. Without another word, ...
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