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*Elizabeth* faced the ceiling, defeated. Five days had passed so far, and yet no sign of Keith. She called him multiple times, went to his house twice, even tried to get something out of her own boyfriend, Guillermo. But either the latter was lying to her, by saying that he hasn't heard from Keith for over ten days, or something bad had happened. But how was she supposed to press Guillermo for the truth without raising suspicion? She was, after all, fucking her boyfriend's best friend behind his back.
She removed a strand of brown hair from her face, sweating cold. What if Keith told something to Guillermo? What if he was avoiding her, while both of them plotted some sort of revenge? She did hear steps inside Keith's house the night before, as if multiple people were there. Anxiety was killing her, and the warm summer wasn't helping at all.
She almost jumped out of bed when the doorbell rang. Time had flown by, and she had completely forgotten that Guillermo was coming over to watch a movie after work. She didn't feel like hiding her mental state from him, a mix of her fear and guilt making this everlasting lie weight like a boulder as she moved her short body towards the door. But what could she do now? No, this wasn't the time to break up with Guillermo, let alone tell him the truth.
"Hey babe," she cheerfully said, opening the door with a mock smile. She knew Guillermo had fallen for much worse ones, so this definitely would pass as genuine. Plus, she was fully aware that he wouldn't be looking too much into her smile. A well worn shirt from her childhood barely attempted to cover her generous breasts, and her gymnastics shorts left little to the imagination. "You got here earlier than I expected," she hugged him thigh, pressing her chest against his stomach. She knew he loved this.
"It's almost seven, smurfette", he said, kissing the top of her head. She hated that nickname.
"I got kinda used to you getting late, I guess," she teased, walking towards the living room.
"Sure, because I get late all the time, huh?," he laughed, throwing his backpack on the couch. Liz thought it seemed suspiciously light, but brushed it off as soon as his hands groped her breasts from behind.
"Are you trying to tease me with this skimpy outfit, smurfette?," he whispered, rubbing his body against hers. She could feel his boner against the lower part of her back. She thanked God Guillermo could never tell whether she was horny or annoyed by him. "Papa Smurf just needs to use the toilet first, and then he is ready to give you all the love you need."
Liz said something flirty that even her mind couldn't properly process, followed by a sigh as she sat on the couch, relieved. He didn't seem to notice anything. On the other hand, she was growing increasingly curious about Guillermo's backpack: it looked light, and the shape didn't make it seem like it was carrying his laptop. Whether it was her paranoia of her boyfriend hiding something from her, or her concern of what could be happening with Keith, she opened it discreetly, only to frown in confusion.
Condoms. The backpack was filled to the brim with boxes of unused condoms. She stood there frozen for a while, until Guillermo's voice broke the silence.
"It's not nice to go over other people's stuff, you know."
"I don't know if I can handle all of this, Papa Smurf," Liz purred, now unable to hold the shakiness of her voice. Guillermo definitely knew something.
"No? But you have been riding at least two cocks recently, haven't ya?," his voice echoed in the suddenly too-silent house. Liz's stomach dropped to the floor in fear.
"W-What...", Liz's voice trembled, "What are you talking about?"
"You are as much of a good liar as he is, ya know?," his voice took a somber tone, and the girl jumped from the couch as soon as he sat by her side. "And oh sweetie, I'm not complimenting you by saying this."
"Babe, stop with the jokes, okay...? Your smurfette just wants to have some fun tonight...," Liz did her best to sound sexy, to gain some time and find a way out of the situation.
"Quit fucking with me," Guillermo suddenly shout, slamming the table in the middle of the room. Elizabeth didn't remember seeing him swing moods quite like this before, and couldn't help stepping back for a moment. "I know what you did. What you and my best friend did behind my back!"
"Guillermo, if you keep behaving like this, I won't talk to you," Liz firmly replied.
"As if I need your approval on how I talk, you cunt," he snarled menacingly.
At that moment, the woman could feel her blood boiling. Guillermo was sitting on her couch, acting like a maniac in her living room, throwing accusations at her, inside of her house. And while the accusations weren't false, they didn't cover the whole truth.
"Okay, you know what? I won't be standing here, hearing you talk all this shit as if you were innocent," she erupted, stomping her feet on the ground.
"Oh yeah, why don't you tell me what I did while you were busy fucking Keith?," he said, standing back up.
"How about never giving me attention, never caring about my needs? Yeah, I was busy fucking your best friend, while you didn't want to even fuck or care for me in the first place. I used to love you, you know? I fucking loved you!"