She listened to them argue back and forth and rolled her eyes as she continued cleaning the dishes. She loved Kellen and Courtney, but they were awful together; they were too stubborn and worried about being right. Their 'love' was more of a competition between them. Courtney always tried to make Etta take her side even though she always refused. Etta would listen to her plead her case and then try to find some middle ground to patch her argument with Kellen until their next one. The two of them constantly bickered whether she was FaceTiming Courtney or hanging out in person; she even texted Etta about their fights.
Etta would play the helpful ear and try to acknowledge both sides even when she was siding with Kellen so much more than Courtney. Courtney was usually selfish - how dare Kellen not take her to her favorite Indian restaurant even though she promised him last time she would go to the seafood restaurant he never gets to go to; she was tired and didn't want to clean; why couldn't he just do it this time (this one was weekly), does he really have to be playing his video games right now when he could be reading like I am. They were stupid, mindless arguments that should have been solved with compromise, but Courtney could never be the one who gave in. It was always 'if Kellen loved her like he said he did, he'd do it for her,' and he always gave in, trying to prove time and time again that he loved Courtney.
However, this argument was getting bad, and she knew one of them would leave tonight. It had happened a couple of times before one of them would leave, go for a drive, and come back to finish the argument. She stayed in the kitchen, changing the water to clean the counters and appliances. I might as well finish this before returning to my empty apartment; at least Kellen can enjoy a night with less cleaning. Movie night is going to be over now. She struggled to overcome a rough breakup and looked forward to a relaxing night with her friends. She had even helped them clean their house so they could binge on the sofa all weekend after she made all their favorite snacks.
"Then why don't you just run away with Etta, like you've been threatening to do for years!" Courtney screamed, and Etta could hear things being thrown onto the bed as one of them had started packing.
"I fucking might."
She couldn't help but chuckle at the two of them. Ridiculous. She hated the fact that she imagined it and how tempting it all sounded. Kellen would show up on her doorstep, clothes clinging to his muscles after being drenched in the rain, carrying a suitcase and begging her to run away with him to South Carolina so they could start a life together. She'd hesitate momentarily (like a good friend should) before giving in and driving to the coast with him, where they would sit on the beach reading books on weekends, and she'd do puzzles. At the same time, he played his video games before bed, they'd cuddle as they slept, and on workdays, since they both worked from home, they would sit in their office together silently typing away, stealing looks when they thought the other wasn't paying attention. She never let it be more than a stupid fantasy, though.
Courtney started the whole thing years ago when she realized Etta was usually on Kellen's side and failing to stay neutral. Courtney talked about how much they had in common and always said they would have ended up together if she hadn't come first. Kellen and Etta just laughed and joked about running away to the coast instead of dealing with all this drama here in cold Main. They were both introverted, quiet people who just wanted to sit quietly in each other's company instead of prattle on about every thought that crossed their minds. While they sat quietly in each other's company, Courtney chatted about her day and what new things she had seen on the internet that she wanted. At the same time, Kellen and Etta made faces behind her back, smirking at each other when they found her particularly foolish. When Courtney saw them making fun of her, she would throw something at them while they laughed.
"Why do we even bother trying Kellen?" This made Etta hold her breath. She had never heard them argue like this before. She couldn't hear Kellen's response, but it set Courtney off. "You know what, Kellen, you're a piece of shit. I wish I'd never married you. Why don't you run to your girlfriend? I'm sure she'll take your side and tell you how wrong I am. I'm sure you'd be happier with her." Etta ignored the sting she felt at her friend's words. Courtney had never said them maliciously before, maybe a little begrudgingly at times, but never with such venom. She started the stupid joke.
"I know I would be too." Kellen rumbles. She heard the front door slam shut and held her breath, trying to listen to who was left in the house. She whirled around to face Kellen, seeing the determined look on his face. "Sorry you had to hear us fight again."
Etta shrugs and returns to wiping the counters--just another Friday night. "You're fine. I'll get out of your way in a bit. I just want to finish this." She tried to brush him off but was surprised he'd moved closer. Kellen grabbed her face and smashed his lips against hers, taking advantage of her shock to swipe his tongue in her mouth. Etta clung to his arms to steady herself as he explored her in a way that made her toes curl. He pulled away from her panting and met her eyes. She stared at him briefly, still in shock, before smacking him.
Kellen's eyes darkened as he cupped her chin. She tried to smack him again, feeling like she couldn't betray her friend no matter how amazing the kiss was. He grabbed her wrist and crushed his lips to hers with a growl. Etta tried to push at his chest as he backed her into the counter, trapping her against him. She lost her resolve as he pressed himself into her. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. He nipped her lower lip, and it sent shock waves to her core, and she felt guilty for getting wet.
"Kel-"
He cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. His rough hands reached the end of her shirt, and Etta knew she should stop him but couldn't bring herself to push him away as his hands brushed over her stomach, her back, up her ribs, pulling her impossibly closer against him.
"Kellen, we shouldn't- we can't." She tried to push him away, but he didn't budge, and she could feel his chest muscles through his shirt. She wanted to explore him more but refused, settling for not removing her hands like she knew she should. Kellen cupped her face, brushing his thumb over her lips and pressing his forehead against hers. He started with small pecks on her cheek, on the corner of her mouth, right on her lips, where he lingered with their breath mingling, trying to entice her into wanting him back.
She gave in with a sigh, letting him crush his lips to hers and coaxing her mouth open so she could taste his minty breath. His hands continued up her shirt, stopping just below her breasts, skimming the underside of her bra. She pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair, clawing at his shoulders, holding herself as close to him as possible. He pulled her shirt over her head, and then he tugged off his own, needing to feel her warmth against him. He locked his lips to hers again as his fingers skimmed up her back to unlatch her bra.
She pulled away with a whimper, feeling mixed up about being so exposed. What about Courtney? This was beyond the heat of the moment now; there was no way to explain this away or deny anything. There was no way she could deny how much she wanted him, and there was no way she'd be able to see him across the room and pretend to herself she only liked him as a friend anymore. No more hidden longing glances when he was absorbed in his game and Courtney scrolled through social media--no more shared laughs behind Courtney's back--no going back from this.
He sensed her unease and refused to back off. She was so close to committing to him she just needed the right push. He pressed his forehead back to hers while he ran his thumb over her nipple, his other hand clinging to her hip as he kept her pinned between him and the counter. He bent his head towards the crook of her neck, nipping his way to her shoulder. "You're all I think about." He confessed, his voice raw and hot like it had been drug over broken glass and coals. He clung to her, holding her against him like he was afraid to lose her; nothing gentle about his embrace. He possessed her, clutching her like he owned her.
She shivered as his stubble prickled her skin, hating how she loved how much it tickled and how she wanted to know what it felt like between her thighs. She knew she should push him away and tell him to stop, but he felt so good against her, warm and powerful, sure of himself. He wanted her, and he wasn't hiding it anymore. It had been a long time since Etta had felt so desired, a long time since she'd been needed. She dragged her nails down his body until she reached the waistband of his jeans. She fumbled with his button and zipper, still feeling shy about going after what she wanted. She fell to her knees in front of him.
The sight alone made him want to cum as she eagerly reached for his dick. She gave him a shy smile as she licked from his balls to his tip and back down again. Pumping him with a hand, she lapped at his testicles before swirling her tongue over his head and popping him into her mouth. "Oh my god." His knees almost buckled as his hips lurched forward against his will, forcing himself deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag. He cupped the back of her head, holding her in place, and her hands came up to cling to his thighs, desperate for air. "I don't think you understand how long I've wanted this." He pushed his hips forward until her nose pressed into his pubic bone. Throwing his head back as she moaned, and the vibrations rocked him to his core. He held her head in place, fucking her face, his pace frantic, punishing her for making him want her, for making him wait for her, for her not being his already. "How long I've wanted to use this pretty little mouth of yours." He forced himself to stop as she gagged again; her moans sounded a little more desperate. She lifted her head, gasping for air, tears in her eyes. She continued pumping him with her fist while she caught her breath.
He pulled her to her feet and gave her a chaste kiss before nuzzling his way down to her sweatpants, loving how easily they slid down her legs. He'd only seen them in shorts and skirts and never close enough to run his hands over them the way he dreamed. He kissed both of her thighs before helping her onto the counter. He pushed them apart so he could access her better. He'd only dreamed of worshiping her, clinging to her thighs with her pussy pressed to his face while he drove her wild. Sometimes, when he was supposed to be making love to his wife, he would pretend it was Etta beneath him, but now that he was here... She was gorgeous, her pussy completely smooth save for the landing strip, pointing him to exactly where he wanted to be, needed to be really. There was no coming back from this, and there was so much built-up pressure that it felt much more desperate than a mere want.
He tried to savor the moment, running his tongue up her slit, causing her to gasp, looking down at him with wide eyes. He flicked his tongue over her clit, and she whimpered, throwing her head back, tangling her fingers in his hair. He had dreamed of this moment, her pulling him closer, riding his face earnestly, and gasping his name, unable to formulate any other words. Here she was, sweeter than he could imagine, panting his name and rubbing her pussy against his face but fighting it, holding back on him. He couldn't take it anymore. He drove his tongue into, lapping up her slit until he reached her clit and sucked her into his mouth. He needed her to need him back just as desperately.
She was so close that her legs shook, and she couldn't breathe enough air. She tightened her hold on his hair, throwing her head back as she screamed. Finally, giving in, bucking her hips against his face, holding him right where she needed him. Her moans were beautiful; he felt pride knowing he made them fall from her lips, and he needed to hear more, wanting her to scream more. He licked her clean, unable to waste a drop of what he had waited so long to take; he drove his tongue into her again, demanding more, dragging out her orgasm and building her to another before he pulled back, nipping her thighs, kissing his way up her torso.
He pulled her to the edge of the counter and undid his pants. "I need you, Etta."
"Kellen," There was that tone again, that warning that what they were doing was wrong.
