He Doesn't Have to Know by CarnationWriting

I don’t know when, exactly, I decided that what I was about to do would be okay. I had a boyfriend, but… I wasn’t happy. I knew Angel liked me, I knew he wanted me, and I thought I knew that he was too respectful of his best friend, Amos, to ever act on his feelings for me. Nobody had to know, and I had done my duty in helping Angel feel better emotionally. What was wrong with a little distraction?All characters were 18 at the time of this story.

I met my husband, Angel, when we were both sophomores in school. That’s not his name, of course, but it may as well be, considering that he saved me; and of all things, he saved me with the most amazing sex I’d ever had up to the night of our first time together.I was the new girl in class, about to turn sixteen, and he was the best friend of one of my classmates. He also had a crush on me, but I didn’t know that. Back then, the classmate – Amos, as I’ll call him – was the only guy in school that I knew for sure had a crush on me, and that drew my codependent ass to him like a moth to a flame. He asked me to Homecoming with only three days to spare till the dance, and I said yes, and we started dating the night of the dance.

All was well for about four months, maybe five. We should’ve ended it before the six-month mark, but we didn’t, instead pressing on in the name of what we thought was love.

Eventually, Amos raped me. Then he hit me. Then he hit me again, then raped me again. Still, I stayed, because I was scared of being alone. I had already made friends with his friends, and I didn’t want to lose them because I gave him up, so I ended up moving in with him and his family two weeks after I turned eighteen. I was given the garage that they had converted into a giant bedroom, with a TV and a couch and a recliner and a bed all in the same space – trying to make up for the complete lack of any natural light. We had been together for two years at that point, and the next six months were absolute hell. He made sure I hated myself, doubted myself; made sure I was almost completely isolated from anyone who loved me or could help me. I wanted out, but I didn’t know how the fuck to get out. He had made sure he was my everything.

My only solace was my best friend, Angel. Angel had some idea of what was going on between me and Amos. He’d heard us fighting sometimes, and I often confided in him about things my boyfriend brushed off because “he didn’t feel like hearing me nag again.”

Unfortunately, being the therapist-friend meant that hardly anyone besides me checked on Angel. He fell into an intense depression, and one night, after a particularly hard shift at work, he came by the house for some comfort.

Amos wasn’t home, but it wasn’t unusual for Angel to come by when it was just me home. Over time, though the three of us were still mutual best friends, Angel had been growing closer to me as he drifted away from my boyfriend. We sat on the bed together, and we talked, and I hugged Angel through the worst of his turmoil, and eventually my boyfriend came home with our other friends, and they went out to the backyard to smoke some weed together. I followed, not wanting to smoke but not wanting to be left alone in the bedroom.

I don’t know when, exactly, I decided that what I was about to do would be okay. I had a boyfriend, but… I wasn’t happy. I knew he liked me, I knew he wanted me, and I thought I knew that he was too respectful of his best friend to ever act on his feelings for me. Nobody had to know, and I had done my duty in helping Angel feel better emotionally. What was wrong with a little distraction?

Having sat next to him made it easier, thankfully. In the dim orange light of the backyard fire pit, I reached over and put my hand on Angel’s knee, snaking it gently up his thigh. I felt him tense, then relax. He didn’t stop me, and I knew he was both sober enough and smart enough to stop me if he truly didn’t want me to do this. With minutes feeling like single seconds, I moved my hand further and further, constantly checking that we hadn’t been spotted, and eventually, I made contact with the now-hard bulge in his jeans.

Holy fucking shit.

He was huge.

Amos was only four inches, give or take. And I had seen a few friend’s cocks that were a good six inches, maybe seven. But Angel’s was big enough that it made me jealous of his past girlfriends, even knowing he was a virgin. Suddenly I was very angry at them – they had all fucked off without even sucking him off, and now that I knew he was packing, I couldn’t believe they had turned down such a heavenly cock. Slowly, I began to palm his throbbing erection, knowing the rest of the group was too high to care, or even take notice. It only lasted for a moment – I didn’t want to press my luck too much – but the look we shared together after I pulled my hand away told me that neither of us could believe I’d just done that.

I stood up and excused myself, and to my wonder, he followed after me. We made our way to the bedroom, thankful we were the only two in the house, and that was where things started to heat up a little.

“So, that was… something,” he said softly, watching me change out of my heavy sweatshirt and into a tank top and a lighter hoodie.

“Yeah,” I whispered softly. “Yeah, I figured… I figured you’d like a distraction, after – uh, after tonight.”

“Yeah,” he answered. “Thanks – thanks for that. Yeah.”

“Yeah.” Fuck, I’d made things awkward, hadn’t I? Blushing, I tried to move past him to leave the room – and he blocked me.

He stepped sideways, right into my path, his head bowed in thought, his dirty-blond hair falling perfectly around his face. Fuck, he was hot, but I shouldn’t be allowed to say that about my best friend, should I? I held my breath as he stood there, his presence suddenly that of a seasoned Dominant who knew he had his Submissive right where he wanted her. My pussy was already wet from touching him, and I could feel my panties soaking through as he silently debated what to say next. He was choosing his words very carefully, I could tell, and despite the sudden air of power, he barely made eye contact when he finally spoke: “Listen,” he said, “I don’t think I’m gonna be around much longer. I’ve barely got anything left. So… want to sit on my face?”

My heart nearly stopped.

“Wh-what?” was all I could stutter out, shocked.

“You heard me.” He shrugged, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. “Do you want to sit on my face?”

I almost couldn’t breathe. My heart was suddenly pounding hard enough that I was sure he could hear it, and my panties were completely soaked through, my juices dripping down my inner thighs. “I… um…” Fuck, I could barely speak. I wanted to say yes, I really did. I hadn’t had any action in weeks, and Amos never ate my pussy – said it was emasculating to go down on a girl. I could get eaten out here and now, and the thought of sneaking behind my abusive boyfriend’s back was honestly thrilling. I had done it once before, with a different man, and I had to admit that thinking of it less as cheating and more as revenge was exhilarating. “Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Cool,” he said decidedly, and moved towards the bed.

“Woah, woah, not right now,” I said quickly, suddenly anxious. “Not with everybody still out there!”

Angel thought for a moment, just looking at me with those handsome blue eyes, then nodded and followed me back to the bonfire in the backyard.

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All I could think about for the rest of the night was Angel’s proposal. I sat there ruminating over it for God only knows how long, excited and nervous at the prospect of cheating again. Not a single thought was ever that I shouldn’t go through with it – I had decided that my asshole of a boyfriend deserved what I was about to do. He had made my life hell, and I deserved a small piece of heaven.

Eventually, the group dissipated. Our friends all went home, and my boyfriend went to bed, and it was just me and Angel in my bedroom. I had changed into a thin, short nightgown that barely covered my body, and I had opted not to wear any panties. Somehow, we ended up laying down together on the bed, and I was shivering. It wasn’t cold – I was nervous. Angel knew it, too, and his hand ghosted over my thigh as carefully as it could, testing where the boundaries were. I didn’t stop him, I didn’t want to stop him, but I was so goddamn nervous.

His touch was like the coldest ice and the hottest fire.

He had no qualms about reaching under my nightgown and letting one finger slide gently between my pussy lips, and I cursed myself for not shaving that day. He didn’t seem to mind, not for his first time. His finger slid back and forth over my clit, just feeling how warm and wet my pussy was. I knew I was the first one who’d ever let him touch or lick or fuck me, and the thought of it was both embarrassing and thrilling. I couldn’t look him in the eye, instead turning away and just enjoying the sensation of being touched for the first time in weeks.

A knock at the door startled both of us, and we jumped apart as fast as we could, just a moment before my boyfriend’s mom entered. “Hi, kids,” she said sweetly. Too sweetly. I hated her, honestly, and her fake Southern-bumpkin bullshit. She was just as toxic as her son. “Angel, you should be getting home soon if you’re not gonna spend the night. It’s three in the morning, it’ll be dark and you’ll be tired.” We nodded, but she kept going, and I wasn’t sure she’d ever fucking stop. “I know your house isn’t far, what is it, ten minutes? But it still won’t be fun to drive that at night, especially when you’re tired, okay? Okay, I’m going to bed, guys, goodnight.”

Fucking finally. Almost as soon as she was gone, and had shut the door, his fingers were on me again, this time with his middle finger diving into my needy, dripping hole. Fuck, it felt amazing. He was a taller guy, and his hands were perfectly masculine, his fingers long and skilled. He curled his middle finger just right inside of me, and I wasn’t quite sure how he knew to touch that spot, but I knew it felt fucking incredible. He started moving his finger in and out, adding another as he fucked my sweet cunt ever-so-slowly, and I was biting back moans now, knowing my boyfriend was in the next room over.