Falling Into Routine
Copyright© 2025 by ChillWriter338
Chapter 20: Interference Patterns
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 20: Interference Patterns - Childhood friends looking for true love and ready to start a family deny how perfect a couple they would make together by getting as close as possible. The secret plan to keep from falling into each other's arms - follow the same routine. Re-write so read from the beginning.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction FemaleDom Light Bond Polygamy/Polyamory Black Male Hispanic Female Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Size 2nd POV Slow
Eavesdrop
Yenni stood quietly in the hallway, eyes narrowed, ears tuned.
She hadn’t meant to overhear. Not exactly.
But Carla’s voice carried just enough through the cracked bedroom door.
“I’m serious, Eli. If I hadn’t stepped in early, she would have found a way to push herself between us.”
“I know,” Eli replied softly. “I’ve seen it.”
“You’ve been too nice.” Carla’s voice was sharper now. “Don’t mistake her sweetness for harmlessness.”
“She’s not malicious,” Eli said.
“No,” Carla agreed, voice cooling. “She’s determined.”
Yenni’s chest tightened.
Breakfast Games
The next morning, Yenni arrived early with muffins and fresh-cut fruit, balancing the tray with practiced ease.
She found Eli already at the table, shirtless, sipping coffee while Mama Caceres moved around the kitchen humming softly. Carla sat across from him, still in one of his oversized t-shirts, her hair messy but radiant.
Yenni offered a bright smile. “Brought breakfast.”
“Gracias, mija,” Mama said warmly.
“Always taking care of us,” Eli added, voice kind but neutral.
Yenni placed the tray down, letting her eyes flick briefly toward Eli’s chest—the broad shoulders, the carved lines of his chest, the heavy way his sweatpants hung against his hips even while seated. She swallowed the flutter building inside.
Her gaze shifted, involuntarily, to Carla’s body.
Even lounging casually, Carla’s figure radiated softness and fullness—hips generous, thighs thick where they pressed against the seat, her breasts rising gently beneath the loose fabric.
Eli’s eyes drifted toward Carla almost unconsciously as she shifted, his hand reaching to brush lightly against her thigh under the table.
Yenni caught that, too.
Her stomach tightened.
Contrast
She couldn’t help comparing.
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