Strange Bonds
Copyright© 2026 by Bad Decisions Kat
Chapter 2: Crossed Lines
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Crossed Lines - Mia has a good thing going: a no-strings arrangement with her ex Dan, a close friendship with Lin, and a sex life that doesn't require promises. But when Dan and Lin grow closer, jealousy isn't what she expected, and neither is her attraction to her best friend. Then she meets Leah, confident, perceptive, and impossible to read. Caught between the people she loves and possibilities she's only beginning to discover, Mia has to ask: what does she actually want?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Slow Illustrated AI Generated
I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Lillian on her knees in the kitchen, her sleep shirt hanging open, tits bouncing as she gagged around Dan’s cock. I saw his hand in her hair, forcing her head down, making her take more than she could handle.
Well, I had not actually seen that part.
Not his hand. Not her mouth. Not the way my brain kept inventing the wet, choking sounds.
But I was fairly sure that was how it happened.
Lillian Dwyer, the Cock Gobbler of Astoria, patron saint of thin walls and bad decisions.
By the time gray morning light leaked through the blinds, I felt raw, under-slept, and pissed off that my brain had kept replaying the same three seconds all night.
I pulled on an old tank top and a pair of loose shorts and shuffled into the kitchen. Lillian was already there, barefoot in her ratty sleep shorts and a faded university hoodie, pouring coffee like it was any other Tuesday. The smell of toast filled the small space. Everything looked painfully normal: the chipped mugs, the stack of unpaid bills on the counter, the faint hum of the fridge.
She didn’t look up right away. I hovered in the doorway, arms crossed.
“Coffee?” she asked, voice neutral.
“Yeah.”
She poured me a mug without meeting my eyes and slid it across the table. The same place where I’d caught her last night. I took a sip, burned my tongue.
Ow, fuck!
And set it down harder than necessary.
Lillian finally glanced at me. “You look like shit.”
I pressed my burnt tongue between my lips, because apparently I was too stupid to drink coffee correctly.
“Thanks. So do you.”
A beat of silence. Then she let out a short, nervous laugh. “Walls are thin, huh?”
I stared at her. “Don’t.”
She shrugged, but her fingers tightened around her mug. “What? I’m just saying. I heard you two going at it. Same as always.”
“Except this time you decided to get involved.” The words came out sharper than I intended. “In the fucking kitchen, Lin. While I was still in the next room.”
Lillian’s fingers tightened around her mug. “You saw me.”
It wasn’t a question.
I looked down at my coffee.
“Mia?”
A beat passed.
“You were crying,” I said.
Lillian stared at me for a second, then let out a short, humorless laugh.
“Yeah, Mia. Having an eight-inch dick down your throat tends to do that.”
I almost choked on my coffee. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Isn’t it?” she asked. “Because it sounded a lot like you were deciding what happened before I got to.”
“I was worried.”
“No,” she said. “You were guilty.”
That landed harder than I wanted it to.
“You looked at me,” Lillian said, quieter now. “Then you ran.”
“I panicked.”
“You left.”
“I didn’t know what to do.”
“Yes, you did.” She looked up at me then. “You went back to bed.”
My mouth opened, ready to do something clever, then betrayed me by having nothing in it. The memory of the feelings I had, the anger, jealousy, shock.
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