- Chapter 1 –
[Sapphire's Point of View]
"Your apartment. 30 minutes." I read Austin's text three more times before settling my mobile phone at my coffee table. I glanced around the room before my eyes found the pink towel I've been looking for, for quite some time. I took it and walked towards my bathroom, a fifteen minute bath won't hurt.
I turned the faucet on and waited for the tub to fill up. As I settled myself in the tub, I closed my eyes and started to block things out. A memory unexpectedly dashed into my head. It was about our relationship, my relationship with my childhood friend. Questions ran through my head, why do we keep this kind of relationship going? Why can't we cut our ties with each other and try to work things out with our counterparts?
I hissed at myself for I know the exact answer I was looking for. I did actually like him, for him and not for his performance under the sheets or over the table. We did argue before, 2 years ago, about our set-up. He was worried that I will fall for him and be a total clingy-bitch. I brushed him off and swore that it would never happen, and here I am, eating my words.
It all started with a dare. We were in our senior year and we were really close, but, the dare made us bond more. We were dared to be locked in a bedroom and spend 7 minutes in it; '7 minutes in heaven' as what they would like to call it. I didn't actually think that that particular game was still famous, but heck, I went through with it.
Since we were not the party pooper of the group, we eventually agreed to it. At first we were talking about just making sounds and thumps or something like that, but I was stunned when I saw him smirked at me, and he actually groped my breasts. I gasped, but I just let him be, and then he started massaging my breasts. I couldn't protest since it was actually feeling good. I bit my lower lip when the sensation was at its peak. Then, he sat down the bed, and patted his thighs.
I jolted up the tub when sudden ringing of the doorbell irritated me. I grabbed my bathrobe, and immediately got out of the tub. I passed my living room then I walked towards my front door. I only opened it a bit to see whoever was behind it. My eyes widened when I realized who he was.
I though he said thirty minutes? Bastard.
He suddenly pushed the door at smiled devilishly at me. I rolled my eyes, "You seem early," I pointed out.
"I'm just in time," he stated before his hands roamed towards the lace of my bathrobe. He pulled it and my fifteen dollar bathrobe fell to the floor, and he grinned at the sight of my naked glory. I teased him by licking my upper lip and biting my lower lip afterwards.
He pulled me towards him, and his lips went directly to my jaw. No kissing, remember? Well, it takes a lot of self-control and I guess I've mastered it already. I guess we really are weird since we find kissing really intimate rather than intercourse. He quickly sucked the area that connected my neck and shoulder which made me moan.
I jumped unto him, clinging unto his pelvis and I felt how hard and ready he was under his pants. "You're hard," I said in between whimpers. My nails dug deep unto his back when he took one of my nipples in his mouth; licking and lightly biting it, he made me moan louder and louder.
He carried me towards the bedroom, and laid me down the bed. He's already memorized the layout of my apartment and I didn't really wonder how he found he's way while being pre-occupied.
"Lick me, down there," I pleaded.
"No time, this is just a quickie. I have a meeting in 30 minutes," he informed me as he hurriedly stripped his clothes and hovered over m. I felt how hard he was, thus, I immediately got the condom from my bedside table, rolled it around his aroused member and positioned his shaft at my entrance.
He thrust his member unto my wetness, and I accepted all of what he gave me. We grind ourselves to satisfaction. Moans, groans and whimpers were inevitable. We felt so good, and I love how I feel whenever he pounded me harder.
He thrusts deeper and faster and I felt my orgasm building up. I can feel myself reciprocating what he was giving me and I know that he feels just as good as I do. He groaned that he was cumming and I got ready for an earth-shattering release. A few more thrust, I felt my body convulsing as I came, and so did he.
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"Bye."
"Bye, Austin."
He stood up and picked up his clothes that were scattered on the floor. I was lying in bed when I heard my door close. When I felt like I was alone once again, I got ready for my plans for today. I have a date with my boyfriend today.
Sapphire Porsche; that's my name. I was a print ad model and I seriously loved my line of work. My parents however were very pushy and they wanted me to venture into acting; considering that they were involved in that certain industry. I'm a people pleaser, and when they suggested that I take lessons, I did. Few months later, I was offered my first drama. Now, I'm an actress, with a moderate fanbase—if I say so myself.
Seven years. Austin and I have been in this intimate relationship for seven years. We knew that what we started had a lot of cons, and one of that is that the other person might fall for the other, but we didn't mind. We made up a rule that if ever one of us feels the tiniest bit of attraction beyond what was set, we would break things off; folly of rule if you ask me.
Throughout the years, I've said to myself that it was impossible for me and him to be together officially since I don't see him like that. Well, recently, I started seeing him like that. It's just not possible to not develop any sort of feelings when you've been at it for longer that most celebrity marriages last. I don't want him to leave me and that's obviously the main reason I haven't told him what I feel about him.
On the fifth year of my 'exercises' with Austin, I started dating Glenn.
Being 25 years old, with this type of work, in my society is not easy. I have a lot of things going on such as charities, galas, filmings, social events and not only that, I was also currently in a relationship. This relationship however may seem purely business-like. My boyfriend's name is Glenn Chanelle. He's the grandson of some famous designer, so my Mother arranged for us to date for she thought that he'll fall head over heels for me. Oh, how she thought wrong.
When I started hanging out with Glenn more, Austin and I had little time to spend together. We did not see each other that much, as we did try our best to be with our partners more. Twice a week sex became once a week. Sometimes it would just be a quick one, as we were pretty preoccupied by our 'significant others.' However, that did not last long.
Glenn and I have been a couple for almost 2 years, when I realized that in that span time, the relationship was dull. Not once did he look at me seductively or not once, did he glace my way even romantically. The whole situation was frustrating; bearing in mind that I did try my best to make him like me. Austin and I even stopped seeing each other for a while. I practically took my top off in front of him just so he can realize that I am in need of a man's touch. But no, nothing ever happened between us. So who do I ran to?
Who else? But Austin. I guess I'm considered as a two-timer. Well, I can't help it. I get both the things I want from both of them: from Glenn, my parents' approval, and knowing that I have a real 'catch of a guy' prompt them to mention how they're so proud of me; and from Austin, pleasure; lots and lots of pleasure.
I heard the vibration of my phone, alongside with the ringtone and I hurriedly ran to the table. I checked for missed calls and messages. There was only one message and it's from Myrna—wait, what? Myrna? Austin's girlfriend? What could she want? I haven't even seen her in the past weeks. Maybe that's it.
I pressed the voice mail, and waited for her soft voice to come through. For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence, 'must be butt dialing again', and I was about to put in down when I heard something fall. I guess the phone fell, but what I heard next shocked me the most.
I heard her moaning and screaming while cursing. She's definitely having sex.But... wait, she's having sex with whom? I'm pretty sure she's not with Austin, taking into account that he just left, but what should I know? Maybe she's the 'meeting' he's talking about. I can't really tell and I can't assume either that what my head is forming as a rationale is right.
Dialling Austin's number real quick, I heard him pick up the line, and greet me with a firm Hello.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"In the cab," he quickly answered. Right after that, I heard the cab driver declare that he's at their destination near Mansion Garden. I said goodbye hurriedly and stared at my mobile phone in shock.
"No effin' way."
Austin's girlfriend is having sex with someone else. Oh my, oh my I guess Virgin Mary is naughty after all. Who knew she had this sort of circumstances as well?
A few minutes gone by, and I'm only now fully processing the situation at hand.
So, what am I supposed to do with this voicemail?
Should I let Austin hear this? 'And then what? Break them up?' He'll be such a hypocrite if that's the case. He's doing sexual acts behind her back and she can't? It seems that they're just the same. Somehow, I feel guilty.
"Do you want them to break up?" my conscience asked me. Sometimes, my mind and heart are contradicting with each other. It annoys the heck out of me, but I can't do anything. I like how we are right now.
I was still holding my mobile phone when it rang. I answered it right away when I read the caller's ID. "Yes, babe?" I asked.
"You see, sweetie, I won't be able to show up to our date for tonight. Work has been piling up and I just can't leave. I hope you understand. I really am sorry. I'll make it up to you next time," he stated. I got a little upset. I checked the office earlier to confirm if he had any meetings for the day, and they said he only had a few papers to sign. However, they did mention that drafts have been late, and the whole department are hurrying to finish them off.
"Alright, don't stay up too late, okay?" I said trying to sound concern. As soon as he hung up, I hissed at the phone. It's a bit ridiculous how he's almost the head on their floor and he can't leave earlier than usual. He doesn't even work on Saturdays! He stated going in today since he would do it 'in a jiff' but staying longer than usual is not 'a jiff.'
We were supposed to discuss our course of action for the event next weekend during our dinner date, but I guess I can re-schedule it. Personally, I don't even know what's wrong with me, Glenn is the closest to the 'perfect guy' there is and here I am, fucking someone behind his back—the same someone I've been fucking since I was 18. I'm just not convinced that he's the right one for me. No matter how handsome he is, how well connected, how rich, I just can't seem to fall in love with him.
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[Austin's Point of View]
The next day;
Here I stand, currently waiting for the model involved in today's photoshoot. As she is 45 minutes late, the frustration in my face is clear to anyone in close proximity. Based on the staff's statements as they glorify the model we are supposed to work for today, she mentioned being punctual—punctual my ass.
Austin Crest, 25 years of living and I'm a part-time photographer, director and model. Modelling is more so of a hobby, than a job though. I don't stand in front of the camera as often as I stand behind it.
I guess I have to mention that I've been fucking my close friend since we were 18. Our set up is great, considerably! I love how she feels under me, how she's vocal she is in bed and how easy I can contact her. It's either, I'll text her or she'll text me... then, that's it. We'll just do it.
Honestly, I loved our set-up, well, that's until these past few weeks when I realized that I started falling for her; for Myrna—my girlfriend. We met through a blind date which our parents set up. I didn't intend to fall in love with her, but in the end, I did. We haven't been together for as long as Sapphire and I have been 'together,' or even for as long as she and Glenn have been in a relationship. Although, Myrna's different from all the other girls I flirted with. She's noticeably shy, but not self-conscious, she's bubbly, and is a great cook! I didn't know I had a type, until I met her.
However, I can't seem to get out of this set up with Sapphire. She's amazing, yeah... but I don't like her that way. She's just like a girl best friend for me, a girl best friend that I fuck every now and then.
Yesterday, I decided to put a stop to our connection, albeit Sapphire wasn't aware of it. I wanted to have one last quickie with her, and for me, that's definitely the last of our expedition. I will talk to her later to settle things and end it with finality. But for now, I want to start a new with Myrna. I want to really give us a try; without invisible strings holding me back.
I know Sapphire would argue that she tried to do the same thing when she started out with Glenn, but honestly, I don't think she tried hard enough. She was the one who initiated most contact with me back when she started dating him—no matter what she says otherwise. One would ask why I didn't stop being with her when she was in a relationship, and all I can answer is I was foolish back then. I did not realize what I was in for until I met someone who is able to change me.
"So sorry, I'm late!" I heard a shout from the entrance. Of-course. Who else could it be but Sapphire? I keep forgetting that besides acting, she picks up modelling jobs here and there when she's bored. Of all places to see her, she just happens to be my model for today. Time to have the talk I guess, no time like the present.
"Oh, Hi Austin!" she said while giggling,
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The photoshoot finished after a couple of hours. My eyes travelled south, towards my pants and I noticed a hump. I sighed in memory of what had just happened during the shoot, a few minutes ago. It was a lingerie shoot and Sapphire saw a chance to seduce me throughout the photoshoot, and it seriously worked.
After 20 minutes or so, the set has been fixed and cleaned. The staffs gone home one by one and I decided to stay for a few more hours to choose the shot that will be used, and edit it. I opened my laptop, but never got to select the photo as I saw Sapphire walk in the direction of the comfort room. I decided to finally talk to her, so I followed her.
"We need to talk," I said as soon as I got inside. She looked at me as she threw the make-up remover in her hand. She definitely looks better without the make-up on. And with that body, she's a beauty—woah, I'm getting off-track here.
"About what?" she asked seductively. She smirked when her eyes made its way to the bulge in my pants, and I moved my legs in discomfort.
"Us." She shook her head as she walked to my direction. She bit her lip and I saw how she was just a couple inches away from me.
"What about us?" she questioned. We are now really close. I looked at her face, and my eyes landed on her lips. God. How did I resist those luscious lips of hers?
What she doesn't know however is that I lost the bet a few weeks ago; the bet about our first kiss. I already had my first kiss, and it was with Myrna. It occurred during our anniversary and I haven't told her because she probably forgot about the bet long ago. I lay a wager that she's had her first kiss by now, as well.
I snapped out off my train of thought when she encircled her arms around my neck and ger lips made its way to my ear as she nuzzled them. "Quickie. Here. Now," she whispered.
I hesitated at first, but I felt her hand roam towards my buddy down there. She groped it and grinned. I couldn't stand firm anymore and I carried her to the sink and sat her there. Removing the necessary to do the deed, we hastily moved. She took out a foil packet from her purse, and as soon as I was hard and she was wet enough, we joined as one.
After we both came, I told her what I wanted to tell her on the first place.
"Let's stop... this."
- End of Chapter 1 -
Author's Note:
Hi! I know some of you would hate Sapphire and Austin for cheating on their bf/gf. I do not condone it as well, but this is a fiction story. I am not promoting cheating; however that is the base of my plot.
Sapphire grew up spoiled and bratty, she gets everything she wants. You may sympathize with her or you may hate her. That's her personality. She would be quick tempered, irritating, stubborn, erotic, nice, sweet, and etc. It's how I portray her.
As I said on the first page, this story will trigger stereotypes. Please read ahead with caution. I do not mind criticisms, but please write them with respect to the writer. Not everyone has the same taste, after all.