The Diary Pt 01

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.

In her mind, her finger was a cock--Lance's cock to be precise. It was thick and hard and fits her perfectly. As her finger slowly get in her, Layla can't help but moan. She pulled and push slowly, teasing herself. Oh she wanted it fast and hard but a little tease goes a long way.

She was so wet that she was able to add another finger. The motion starts to get faster. Her imagination got the best of her.

Lance starts to get impatient. He held on her shoulders to prepare her for the coming onslaught and oh boy did he do it right. He fucked the living daylights out of her. He pistoned in and out unrelenting.

Layla nears her climax. The telltale tightness within her starts to climb higher and higher and higher.

Then she's there. She shook, hugging herself unable to do anything more than feel herself throbbed against her fingers as she fell on the ground and off the couch.

Layla tried to move but she feels so weak she was only able to get half of her upper body on the sofa with her pussy up on the air. She like the feel of cold air against her tender pussy.

She was still in a haze suddenly, someone grab the back of her neck forcing her face on the throw pillow and her left hand on her back. Layla could barely think straight and not anymore when she felt something warm and hard and think entered her from the back.

She groaned despite herself.

"I've been watching you fuck yourself. It's my turn now." He growled on her ear.

Layla's mouth fell open. She wanted to scream, perhaps curse him or something but the sensation of his cock slowly filling her still throbbing pussy had turn the scream into a loud moan.

The stranger filled pushed the last inch of his cock to the hilt with a force, making her groan. It felt so good to be filled that way. He filled her so perfectly. Big but not too big. It was just enough to make her feel impossibly and deliciously full. "You're so fucking wet, baby." He whispered, putting gentle kisses on her neck. His hot breath fanned across the sensitive place between her neck and shoulder.

Just that and the feeling of being filled so perfectly well made her come right away.

"Such a slut. I haven't even started yet and here you are coming for me." He whispered, biting at her skin.

Layla felt ashamed. She was being rape. Was it when she didn't even said no? She didn't even fight. All she did was moan, groan and come.

"Don't scream. You'll regret it." He whispered.

Despite her throbbing pussy, fear managed to creeped up her chest, twisting her insides. Layla nodded.

The stranger lets go of her arm and head. Instead, his hands starts to caress her back then to under her to her breast. He kneaded and pulled at her nipples. Layla bit lips to keep herself from moaning.

Layla tried to close her eyes but it flung open immediately as soon as the stranger starts to pull out only to push it back in with a force.

He did it once, twice.

Again and again until the sound of slapping flesh filled the room. His balls hits her clitoris, making her moan again and again.

"Please.." She pleaded not knowing what. Was it for him to stop or to start fucking her for real?

The slow fucking was killing her that she couldn't help but arc her back in hopes of keeping him inside. Layla bit her lips. What the fuck is wrong with her? She was pleading to the guy who is taking advantage of her!

The stranger leaned down. She could feel his clothes at her back as his thrust as slow as he could. "What?" He whispered on her ear. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Mmh." Layla couldn't say it. She was devoured by her lust that she didn't think of the wrongness of the situation.

"You don't." The man filled her to the hilt with a force that pushed her head against the back of the couch. "You want it hard." He did it again. "And fast." With that, he suddenly pulled away from her back and held her hips.

As if her body knew what was about to come, Layla's hand gripped whatever her hand could. Indeed, the stranger starts to fuck her fast. The pace picked up ever second until he was fully and truly fucking her in abandon. "Oh. Hah. Please don't stop." She moaned. She writhe beneath him, meeting his every thrust as she moaned. She was breathing hard. She can't scream at all because each thrust pushed her stomach against the couch, pushing the air out of lungs.

She was closing yet another climax. She gripped harder, closing her eyes. "I'm coming. Oh, I'm coming."

Suddenly the stranger stopped, fully sheathed inside her. He leaned down on her back. She felt his hand up her breast and into her shoulders where she gripped him on either side. "I'm coming too."

Then he pistoned in and out of her with a force she's never been fucked before. Amidst the haze of lust and impending orgasm, Layla panicked. "No. Please tell me you're wearing a condom. You can't. It's.."

But it was too late. Her orgasm reached its peak and so does the man. She could feel him throbbing and spurting jets of cum inside her. Her shameless pussy sucked as much as it could take but there was too much that it leaked on the inside of her thigh, down her knees and into the floor.

Layla didn't move. Every energy in her body had been sucked out of her. All she could do was try to catch her breath. She moaned when he pulled out causing his sperm to drip out of her freshly fucked pussy. Layla collapsed on the floor, her head on her arm with her eyes closed.

The stranger stood up. Layla heard a zipper being pulled. A few second later he was covering her with the blanket but as he leaned down, he whispered something that made her stomach flutter. "I'll be back. Don't lock the door." He says and left.

Layla sat there motionless. After some time, the reality sinked in and she starts to cry. She could still feel the remnants of his cum leaking out of her pussy. The fear of getting pregnant was clear but she didn't take anything to counter it. What for? He was coming back. It seems he's on a mission. A mission to get her pregnant.

Layla touched her lower belly. "I hope not." She whispered.

Did she meant it? She didn't know. What she did know is that, she missed her best friend. She wished he was here but if he was this would never even happen. Lance would never let anything of this kind happen to her. That was why she decided not to tell him or anyone at all. He would go crazy. He'll blame himself for not being there. Layla knew him well enough to know how much he cared for her.