Hey Lovelies, sorry for the late update. It's hard to find time to write these days. Sorry.
Elli's Point of View
I have been depressed since I came back from Jamal's house. We didn't necessarily talk when he dropped me off. I tried to invite him inside my home, but he declined. That was the last time I saw and heard from Jamal, and it has already been two weeks. This time around I took the initiative to call him several times. Every time he gave me some bullshit excuse that he was busy and couldn't talk. I was super unhappy about the whole situation. Whenever I was with Jamal, he gave me the feeling that I was the most precious thing to him. When we are separated it seemed like he didn't want anything to do with me. It was confusing as fuck. Jamal dominated my thoughts all the time and knowing that I couldn't have him broke my heart. I couldn't eat nor sleep.
As fate will have it, I unexpectedly met Jamal at a party. As usual, he began flirting with me and I let myself be seduced by him again. After all, that's how I met him, at a party. He would kiss me briefly when no one was paying attention or slap my ass. I was riding high on our erotic flirtation. It thrilled me that no one knew we were fucking on the low though we pretended to be just acquaintances.
"Come home with me, baby boy. I want to bury my cock deep in your ass." Hearing Jamal whisper that in my ears over the loud music turned me on. Of all the people at the party, he wanted me.
"My ass is yours, Papi. Anytime. Anywhere!" I sassed which was probably courage from the alcohol.
"You slutty boy. I'll wait outside for you." Jamal licked my neck before leaving. I waited a couple of minutes before leaving the party too. Thick strong arms engulfed my small frame in a hug from behind just as I stepped outside in the open.
"I can't wait to fill your needy holes with my cum." I moaned at his filthy words and his huge bulge pressing against my ass.
"Jamal, can we talk first?"
"Elli, don't start." He removed his arms from around me and started walking towards a parking lot.
"Why not? We'll be great together." I followed him.
"Just don't complicate things. I like the way things are." Jamal wouldn't even turn to look at me. Why was he so afraid to commit to me? To me, it seemed like he couldn't keep away from me so what was the problem?
"Well, I don't like it. We can't meet randomly, have sex, and then break contact till we meet again. It's exhausting and depressing not knowing shit. I want more. I want all of you to myself." He stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around to face me. Silence fell upon us after pouring my heart out to him.
"Elli how many times must I tell you this? I can't give you that." My heart started beating wildly in my chest. I couldn't for the life of me understand why he was so sexually attracted to me yet didn't want to be with me. My brain couldn't comprehend his behavior.
"Seriously Jamal? Why not?" My heart was constricting painfully and breaking into tiny pieces. "Don't you like me?" I was getting anxious and overwhelmed with emotions. "Even a little bit?" I added in a whisper.
"Let me drive you home." He sighed dramatically to deflect from my questions.
"You know what? I'll go back inside with my friends. Take care, Jamal." I was so fed up with him and his games.
At some point, even I have to take a hint that he's not just that into me, so I went back inside the house. What made matters worse was that Jamal didn't try to stop me. My whole body was shaking badly when I entered the party house. Not wanting to face my friends in my emotional state, I escaped to the bathroom. I closed the toilet seat to sit on it. After a few breathing exercises, I was able to calm myself down. In hindsight, I regretted ever meeting Jamal at Chester's party. My life would have been boring without him, but still better than me being frustrated all the time and chasing after him for months. There was a persistent knock at the door which I ignored.
"Elli it's me, Chester. Open up." I cleaned myself up before opening the door.
"Hey," I said when I came face to face with Chester.
"Hey" He stepped inside the bathroom. "What's going on? You've been off lately"
"I'm fine" It pained me to lie to Chester. He's a good friend and has always been there for me.
"Just know that when you're ready to talk I'll be here." He promised. I went over and hugged him. My emotions were perfectly conveyed through that hug. To get over the asshole, I drunk so much that I don't even remember how I got home. The hangover the next day wasn't worth it though.
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Being alone all the time in my Penthouse was becoming unbearably lonely. I was running out of things to distract myself with. Slowly, I started moving back to my parent's home again. I kept sleeping over in my old room when I visited and later started staying over longer. Today was not any different when I decided to stay over at my Parent'. After we had dinner together, I went upstairs to my room to be alone till I heard a knock at my door.
"Come in!" I called out.
"Elli, can I join you?" My mum said, peeking her head through the door.
"Sure mum" She entered and laid beside me on the bed.
"You know you're always welcome here, right?" She asked as she turned to face me. I nodded yes. "Your father and I are always happy to have you here, but I have to ask is everything ok with you?" I could hear the worry laced in her voice.
"I know, mum. I'm having man trouble and I don't want to be alone." I whispered, and I felt my eyes welling up. What angered me was that I couldn't discuss my situation in details with anyone because I didn't want to give Jamal's identity away. I was afraid to get him in trouble with my family, especially my dad. I didn't want anything to happen to his career.
"It's always about a man, isn't it?" My mum smiled at me. "You can talk to me, and I promise I won't judge you!" My mum further assured me, and I contemplated her offer.
"He wants something casual, and my stupid heart went ahead and fell for him without my permission! Now I want him and he doesn't want me. Why can't I let him go?" I was trying with all my strength not to break down. Unrequited love is so fucking painful and hard to explain to someone.
"That's a hard one. You can't help who you love, and you can't force people to love you. It's frustrating. I know, but you'll get through it. We've all been there." She pulled me to her arms, and I let her. My mum kissed my head like I was still a child before leaving the room.
It's strange, frightening even, how you can go from someone being a complete stranger to then being completely infatuated by them and wondering how it ever was that you were able to live without them because you sure as hell couldn't imagine being without them now. Yes at my age I was young, and most people would consider me to be dumb and naïve, but it's true when I say that I loved Jamal more than anything and, as cheesy as it sounded, he was my anchor. I turned on some classical music to drown my sorrow which then lured me to sleep.
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In the middle of the night, I heard my phone ringing which I decided to ignore. It was probably my friend Chester calling to meet up for some party. I wasn't in the mood for any of that, so I ignored the call. My phone rang again prompting me to check the caller. To my surprise, it was Jamal calling me at three in the fucking morning. This was definitely a booty call, so I hesitated for a while before picking up.
"Hey princess." He said cheerfully as soon as I picked up.
"I think you called the wrong number." I tried to keep the hurt out of my sleepy voice.
"There's only one Princess in my life and his name is Elli." He admitted and my stupid heart fluttered, forgetting how much pain this same guy kept putting us through.
"Jamal, don't mock me." I heard him chuckle to himself. My heart skipped a beat in a way I wasn't expecting it to do. I was so weak when it came to him....... weak and senseless!
"I'm not, baby boy. You always cultivate simple classic looks that fit you so well. You're a pretty princess." He assured me. Jamal's rich voice was so relaxing and sexy at the same time. I didn't immediately respond rather I heard him breathing heavily on the phone.
"Is everything alright?" I was a little worried. He cleared his throat loudly before answering.
"I want to do things to you that when you think about it the next day, you'll be disgusted with yourself but equally turned on." He replied, and I realized that his voice has taken on a different note, one that I knew too well from spending the weekend with him. Two could play that game.
"Mmm......I miss you manhandling my body. I want to sit on your face and feel your stiff tongue deep inside of me as you feel my body. Jamal nobody feels as good inside me as you do. I can't wait to feel you push into me again." It shot out of me before I had time to think about it. Jamal was grunting lightly at this point which was turning me on. He was breathing hard. I knew my lewd words were affecting him.
"Then why are my hands not tightly around your throat and in your panties right now?" Jamal questioned me. My cock had the audacity to jump at that. Jamal degrading me was a super turn on and I could feel myself leaking.
"Because you won't pick my calls. I could be riding your hard dick right now to oblivion, but you don't want that though." I moaned in the phone speaker. I missed his shlong inside of me, stretching all my holes.
"I want you to do something for me, baby boy." His voice sounded firm and rough.
