- Riya's Pov -
I tugged at the ends of my hair, looking into the mirror. My hair was damp, my makeup free face a slight red from the hot shower I had just taken. I wiped my eyes, looking down at my feet.
Sighing, I grabbed my clothes, pulling them on. I didn't expect any visitors so I didn't try to impress anyone; I put on my old college t shirt and baggy sweatpants, pulling my hair up into a high ponytail at the crown of my head. I planned a full out lazy day, doing nothing at all. Popping my favorite movie into the DVD player - The Notebook, of course - I settled into my bed.
I was about halfway through the movie, totally hypnotized in it, when my phone buzzed. I figured it was a text so I let it go. But it didn't stop. I realized it was a call and cursed under my breath. Of course. Someone had to ruin my lazy day. I picked the phone up, pressing the green 'send' button to start the call. "Hello?" I said through gritted teeth, the frustration leaking out into my voice.
"Riya! Oh thank God. I need you. It's been a long day, and I just... I /need/ you." I knew exactly what he meant by that. He wanted seex. He wanted me to fuuck him. I closed my eyes for a moment, contemplating on whether to tell him no or not. I didn't really feel like it, and I wasn't in the mood for it. But ... Justin was important. If it would make him happy, then fine. I would do it.
"When and where?" I grumbled into the receiver. My voice was still dripping with annoyance but he ignored it, acting as if nothing was wrong. There was a few pauses as he thought over where he wanted his little treat.
"I'm coming over to your house. We haven't done it there in a while." Another long pause. I was getting ready to say something when his voice stopped me. "And Ri, babe ... Loosen up some before I get there."
He hung up then, leaving me fuming. God, I hated him so much! Okay, maybe not. The truth? The truth was I was irrevocably in love with him. So much so that I would go out of my way please him. But there were a few problems. One, he was my absolute best friend. Two, he was famous. It was hard to be in love with a famous guy. And three - and this one was the hardest - he had no romantic feelings toward me whatsoever.
I clenched my teeth together, going to my closet. I slipped my pants and shirt off, leaving me standing in my lacy bra and underwear. Grabbing a silk robe and sliding it on, leaving it open, I went downstairs, waiting for him to show up.
It didn't take him long this time. Only about fifteen minutes. I heard a sharp knock at the door and knew it was him. I closed my eyes. I really didn't want to do this. There was another sharp knock and I sighed, getting up from my place on the couch. Going over to the door, I flung it open. As soon as it was, he had his hands on my waist, his lips on my neck. I managed to kick the door closed and wrap my arms around him, all in one swift movement. He walked forward, making my back press up against the wall. "Mmm, you look so fuucking sexy tonight, Riya."
I blushed inspite of myself, tilting my head to the side as his lips move feverishly against them. "You don't look too bad yourself, Jay." I whispered, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He caught on and lifted it over his head, discarding it to the side. He then picked me up, his hands on my inner thighs. His thumbs rubbed my skin as he laid me down on the couch.
My head was screaming at me to tell him to stop. I hated doing this. It wasn't that I didn't like it; no I loved it. But I knew I was falling for him more and more with every single kiss, every single touch. I couldn't take it much longer. I wanted to push him off of me, but I couldn't.
Instead, I let him have seex with me on my own couch.
new story, yo.
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and seriously. you can tell it might get graphic sometimes.
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