He pulled out of me, tossing the used condom aside somewhere, and for a moment we just laid there. I liked the feeling of his weight on top of me, and my hands moved absently to trace lines up and down his bare back. It was oddly intimate, and I had to blink back tears as I realized that I’d never experienced proper aftercare before. I even caught myself thinking, shit, I might actually be in love.
The only thing that pulled us apart was the sound of the door leading into my little garage-slash-bedroom.
We were lucky enough that there were two doors. One in the kitchen, leading to the laundry room, and then one from the laundry room into the garage, where I’d just taken my best friend’s virginity behind my boyfriend’s back. I heard the kitchen door before Angel did, and we scrambled to get situated as best as we could. I had no time to get dressed, so I dragged a blanket over my naked figure and pretended I was sleeping. Angel hurried to his feet, pulling his shirt on and pulling his pants up just a second short of Amos walking through the door to the garage.
“W’as goin’ on?” Amos’s voice carried groggily from the doorway. Shit, we must’ve woken him up.
Angel was smart, though. “I fuckin’ – I spilled some water and I came in here looking for a towel. It got on my fuckin’ pants.”
Amos muttered a soft, “Oh… okay. She’s naked, though.”
“Yeah, you mentioned she sleeps naked. I didn’t see anything so I thought I’d be fine.”
“Okay.”
Footsteps – then the door closed – then silence. I waited a moment before peering through my lashes to check that the coast was clear. Angel and Amos had both left the room, and I was alone with my pussy sore and my heart pounding at the risk of almost getting caught. Hell, we had gotten caught. Angel was just smart enough to trick the dumb bastard while he was still half-asleep.
It wasn’t long at all after that when Amos and I finally split. Hardly a week had passed, and I had told him I’d fallen in love with Angel, and I made my decision to leave. Unfortunately, during the process of me moving out, I was taken advantage of a few more times before I was truly free. But Angel made it all better in the end, and claiming him as my new boyfriend was a bliss I didn’t think I’d ever feel again. The cold sense of revenge I held over my ex was immensely satisfying, and we both agreed that he didn’t have to know for us to feel good about it. Had it been wrong to cheat? Of course. But when cheating on someone who was such an abusive dick, did it matter? Not in my eyes, and not in Angel’s. Angel was everything I’d ever wanted in a man, and we ended up getting married; he’s sitting next to me as I finish this story. And you know what?
He’s only gotten better at fucking me absolutely senseless.
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