Tags: Reluctant, Lovers, Impregnation, Best Friends
Layla was chilling by the sofa, watching her favorite movie. After a long day of work, this was her only way of relaxing. Standing up all day, cooking constantly under pressure was hard but she love being a chef to her own restaurant.
It was a childhood dream she quickly embarked into as soon as she graduated. Many, even her parent, had their doubts but after gaining a few years of experience here she is with her very own restaurant.
That was three years ago and her restaurant has been highly successful to this day. There were offers of expansion but Layla didn't want to rush it. She was still young and she wanted to solidify the quality of her current restaurant before trying to expand it. Besides that would be a lot more to handle. She was already having a hard time with one, what of another?
Layla's attention was caught by her phone ringing beside her. Seeing the caller ID made her smile before even hearing his voice.
[Hey. You home?]
Lance's deep voice resonated from the speaker making her smile even more. "Yup. I was just watching some tv. Are you coming over?"
There was a chuckle from the other line. [No. I can't. I told you I'm on a week long business trip since yesterday.]
"Right. Right. You better buy me some chocolates." She says in tone that suggest nothing less serious.
He laughed. [Is that all you'll ever ask of me? I think I've bought you every kind of chocolate the world ever has.]
Layla rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see. "You've never been to each and every country." She paused the movie, not wanting to miss the entire plot. "Don't forget!"
Lance, even though she couldn't see, must have nodded vigorously. He always did whenever she ask him of something. [Yes ma'am.] There was a brief pause. [Wait. What will you do tomorrow?]
She shrugged. "Maybe I'll hang out with the girls or something. The amount of stress had reached its peaked and I think I need to let loose some." She giggled.
For a few seconds, Lance was quiet. He never liked the way her friends would drag her to clubs and bars to get drunk pass what's considered normal. He always worried she'd find herself in trouble and never once did he fail to pick her up. [Don't.] Was all he said.
This is why people mistake them for a couple. He was very much straightforward with what he didn't want her to do and not. But they're just friends, at least until now that's all they had. Meeting him in first grade was by far the best thing that's ever happened to her. Layla wouldn't know what her life would be without him. "It's not like I'm going to get wasted. I promised you I won't when you're not here did I not?"
[Layla.] Lance was serious and she could clearly hear it from his tone. [Please, don't.] He was never the type to demand her things. Instead, he talk her out of it consistently.
Layla knew he wouldn't forgive her if she goes. "Fine." The she snorted just so he could hear her contempt. "But I need to get laid. I have my needs and I wouldn't get it--"
[You don't get laid with someone you met at a bar Layla.] Lance said. He's always been reserve and a bit conservative at times.
Again, she rolled her eyes. "I know but I have not time for a boyfriend. How else am I gonna get laid? It's been nearly a year with all the stress I have right now I could really use some really nice sex." She was beyond frustrated. Why is it that one moment he was the perfect best friend, then boyfriend material to be being like her father.
[I told you to hire someone.]
He was completely ignoring her boyfriend-frustrations. She sighed.
[Layla, I know how you're feeling but it's just not right. You wish to have a family and I just don't believe you'll find it at some bar where guys care nothing more than just sex. You deserve better than that.]
He was right. He always is.
Having a family of her own was her greatest wish more than anything else. Now that she has a restaurant of her own, she was ready to start a family. Maybe it was part of the reason why she wasn't expanding her business as well. But how can she have that when she was so busy and has a friend who believes in a happy ever after? In her fantasy, it wasn't really that much of a fairy tale.
Layla blushed, knowing the secrets her diary holds. It was far from Lance ideal of her happy ever after. Sometimes she felt ashame of herself but there were times when she just can't help herself.
[Layla? You still there?] Lance broke through her lust filled mind causing her to blush even more. It was a good thing Lance wasn't there to see her or else she'd be caught red handed.
"Uh, yes." Her voice came out husky as in aroused-husky. Layla quickly cleared her throat. "I have to hung up. Take care Lance, and don't forget my chocolates!"
[Layla? Are you--]
She ends the call before he could even start to pry at her reasons.
It was oddly hot in her living room. Just a moment ago and it was still fine. She even a have a blanket over her.
The lights are closed so only the tv's screen has a source of light. She always do that whenever she's watching a movie to make it feel like she was on a cinema. But this time, it was to her advantage. Her living room has a sliding glass door connected to the pool. Although she has a high fence, it still made her more comfortable to be hidden in the dark even more so now that her hands are making its way inside her pajamas.
Layla's breathing starts to get heavy. She parted her legs ever so slightly to make room for her hands. She starts to make delicate round motions against the inflamed little nub beneath her touch. Her other hand went upwards from her belly and into her breast where it starts to squeeze and and pinch at her nipple.
Sticky liquid starts to drip out of her pussy. It makes her fingers move more efficient. Layla coated her middle finger with her own juice and starts to put it in but she find the pajamas was restricting her from basically fucking herself.
So, as fast as she can, Layla pulled her pajamas off, leaving her with only her tank top. She doesn't wear underwear at home unless she have visitors.
She was spread all over the the sofa. Her glistening pussy was illuminated by the light from the tv and the darkness that surrounds her made her feel even more arouse.
