On My Own Terms
Copyright© 2021 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - After a string of post-college gigs, Naomi has her first real job. While successful at concealing her slutty past, she will need those dormant skills to beat her boss at his game and drag him into hers. Somewhere between romance and erotica, with a generous helping of slut.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Exhibitionism Oral Sex
The next morning dawned gray and chilly; I knew the latter because the heat in my crummy apartment was almost nonexistent. Still reeling from last night, I gobbled down a brunch of cereal and cheese blocks. Thank God I at least had some coffee and that helped restore my ability to think clearer, though I was confused. By myself. By Ryan. By my stupid game. By his stupider game.
When I checked my phone to see if he’d called back or texted, there was nothing. Just black glass glinting in the dim kitchen light—the one that worked. With a sigh, I chided myself. What did I think would happen? Mr. Ryan Carlton, ultra-rich and powerful hot guy, would be impressed? Yes! Amelia said ... Fuck it! I don’t know.
So I did what I usually do when I don’t know something—I called Tina. My sister was my rock. She was the better one of us; married to a hunk of a rich lawyer husband, and, with two young kids, lived in a Mcmansion far out of town, only ever worrying about her hair color fading. She was also my best friend, and I settled onto the beaten-down couch as I dialed her number.
After she wiped the surprise from her face, being in two different worlds, we didn’t talk very often; she gave up on waiting as I gathered my scattered thoughts and updated me on her kids and their summer vacation plans. At last, she sighed.
“Okay, Naomi. What the hell is it? One, you never call. And two, that sad, somebody stabbed my puppy look on your face is painful.
I wasn’t sad! I wasn’t. Just confused ... Well, maybe a bit unhappy, but mainly bewildered. And, for the record, I called her several times, just not so much recently. In any event, I swallowed and spilled the beans; describing every detail since I splashed coffee on Mr. not-Duncan. And despite her eyebrows rising the whole time, Tina listened without saying a word.
Whenever I called, it was to share, and I kinda typically was in trouble. Over the years, we shared everything. Well, except her husband. Him, she kept from me after one off-hand comment at their wedding. But, I mean, I ended up hooking up with his brother, anyway, but still...
After I fell silent, she leaned back in her elegant, hand-crafted, mahogany, exquisitely comfortable chair and sighed.
“So you fucked another guy while he watched?” she said.
“Yes.”
“So what.” At my shocked expression, she continued after looking around, probably to see if her kids were nearby. “Look, sis, my boyfriend, before Doug, shared me with his buddy. And it was the hottest sex we ever had, but it didn’t mean he wanted to marry me.” After another quick scan of the room, she added. “Get a grip, Naomi. Those other girls, I guarantee some of them did what you did, if not more, and probably even left with the other guy.”
“But...” even as I leaned forward to protest, she rolled on. Wait, what had she just said? Little miss goody two shoes had swayed between two boys ... uh, men. Wow ... Okay, but I needed to focus on me first, then get that story. Oh, juicy.
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