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Kate saw me trying to figure out what she was going to say to me. She didn’t know whether she was more excited to confirm that there might be another outing, or if she was more thrilled to see me jealous because of Alan. As if that confirmed that Alan had some kind of superiority over me, even though I’d rather not admit it.
“Great, he seems like a good guy,” I replied, though a part of me wanted to say, “Don’t invite him again, delete his number, and stay away from him forever.” But of course, that might be exactly what Kate wanted to hear from me, and even though I didn’t want to allow it, I couldn’t help whispering to her, “Let him get closer next time and we’ll see what happens.”
Kate looked at me surprised, with a half-smile on her face. She didn’t know if I was serious or just testing her to see how far her loyalty to me would go. However, she set the phone aside on the table and came closer, sitting on my lap right there with breakfast on the table.
“Are you really not bothered?” Kate asked me, looking at me with that shy curiosity of hers.
“Last night I danced with him and… I don’t know, I don’t want you to think weird things. You know, I don’t want our relationship to get messed up over a misunderstanding,” Kate told me timidly.
I hugged her, feeling her warm body against mine, and tried to sound convincing. “It doesn’t bother me, love. Yesterday I saw Alan as a good guy who didn’t overstep with us,” I said, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
“Besides, Alan’s just a friend, right?” I said. She nodded, but there was a sparkle in her eyes that I hadn’t seen beforesomething that made me feel jealousy inside and remorse. I didn’t even want to imagine how it would feel to watch your girlfriend fuck Alan, the instant another man slides his cock inside her vagina and makes her moan right next to you it sent a powerful surge of electricity through my entire body.
“Yes, just a friend who’s fun to talk to. He makes me laugh,” Kate said with a certain shyness in her gaze.
I kissed her deeply to remind her and myself that she was mine. But while I did, my mind wandered again: What would it be like if Alan kissed her like this? The thought excited me and terrified me at the same time.
A few days after that breakfast conversation, our routine was the usual one in our day-to-day life it was almost monotonous and boring. Kate kept going to the bookstore, and I was busy with my own activities. In the evenings, Kate and I would lose ourselves in Netflix series; we’d binge-watch different shows, and sometimes we’d get lost in nights of kisses that ended in sex. I didn’t know if this new personality of Kate’s was one I was only just starting to discover. Alan, on the other hand, hadn’t shown up in person, but his shadow crept into my thoughts every time I saw Kate smile while looking at her phone. Sometimes I wondered if it was just my own paranoia or if something was really changing inside her. I couldn’t imagine another guy like Alan coming along and changing the tender Kate I had fallen in love with at some point.
One day I was alone in the apartment, making myself an instant coffee in our tiny kitchen. Kate had gone to classes in the morning and then to the bookstore. She’d warned me she’d be back late because she had to organize the inventory of the new and old books her boss had ordered. Her phone was on the table Kate had forgotten it, as usual when she rushed out early. It didn’t surprise me, since it wasn’t the first time it had happened, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last either.
I heard her phone vibrate once, twice, and my heart started racing as I imagined the worst that could happen when a relationship becomes too monotonous. I had no intention of snooping on her phone, but my mind kept telling me I needed to know what was going on, I needed to know why Kate had been changing so much lately and why she smiled so much at the screen. However, when I got closer just to see who was sending the messages, I almost had a mental breakdown. I saw the notification that said: “message from Alan.”
Her phone was unlocked ,Kate never set a PIN because she said that in a couple’s relationship, only unfaithful people needed to keep secrets, and no couple should have a PIN or fingerprint lock on their phone. I chose to pick up the phone with trembling hands, my heart pounding a mile a minute, feeling a knot in my stomach that was half guilt and half anticipation that what I was about to read would shatter my heart. I opened the messaging app, and there they were all the conversations with Alan. It definitely wasn’t long, but every line I managed to read hit me as hard as a punch in the stomach.
The first one was from this morning. Alan was teasing Kate and had sent her a meme of a cat wearing glasses reading a book, with the message: “Me trying to understand Bukowski after you recommended him.”
Kate had replied with a laughing emoji: “It’s just that Bukowski is too good, but also complicated to read. If you want, I’ll lend you one of my books that I underlined and analyzed next time we see each other.”
Alan instantly sent back: “I accept. I love how you explain books you make them sound entertaining. What are you reading now?”
It was clear they were flirting implicitly, but the tone… it was warm, close, as if they already shared a secret I hadn’t been let in on. They continued exchanging messages about some indie movies. Alan sent her a link to a trailer of some cheap movie he’d just watched and said word for word: “I saw this and thought of you it has that vibe I like. Have you seen it?”
Kate replied: “No, but it sounds perfect! I’ll watch it this weekend. Thanks for the tip anyway, Alan.”
Alan quickly answered: “You’re welcome. If you watch it, tell me what you think. We could maybe discuss it over coffee someday, of course without Matteo if he’s busy haha.”
And there it was the thing that hit me as hard as a punch. Alan dared to mention me, like a light joke, but with an undercurrent that made me feel excluded from this connection. However, my cock hardened as I read and kept repeating the same words: “without Matteo.” My body was betraying me, and I was ashamed to feel that way. For a moment I imagined Kate sitting in the bookstore, smiling at the phone, biting her lip like she does when she’s undecided. Was she excited by that attention, or was it just an innocent friendship? But Alan’s “haha” felt like something that went beyond innocent to me, it meant “you know something more could happen.”
My breathing started to quicken. I felt jealousy burning in my chest, but at the same time a wave of heat awakened between my legs. I set the phone aside and sat on the couch, touching myself over my pants without being able to help it. It was perverse, I know, but I couldn’t stop imagining Alan texting all that to Kate as if she were some cheap slut while he typed with his strong fingers words that crossed the line of good friends. I put the phone back on the table exactly as I’d found it and went to the bathroom to wash my face, hoping to snap out of that moment. The mirror gave me back a guilty look, but I preferred to do nothing. I decided to let this continue maybe it was the way to test my limits and see how far all this madness would go, because if I asked her, it would shatter the whole illusion, and a part of me wanted this to keep growing and become real: to see Alan grab Kate by the waist and pull her against his athletic body, to see how he leaned into her neck and gave her a hickey, like leaving his mark or claiming his territory on her body.
Kate arrived a while later, soaked from the rain with her hair stuck to her face, a tired but radiant smile. She dropped her backpack on the floor and took off her hoodie, revealing a tight shirt that perfectly outlined her small but firm breasts. She looked like a little doll too good for my tastes.
“What a tiring day,” Kate said, coming over to me in the kitchen where I was pretending to prepare dinner. She kissed my cheek very tenderly, and her skin, cold from the rain, made contact with mine. I smelled her delicious vanilla shampoo scent and the aroma of old books on her clothes.
“You sound exhausted,” I replied, forcing a smile as I started preparing some pasta. However, my mind was screaming: “Did you talk to Alan today?” But instead, I said: “Anything interesting happen?”
She shrugged and sat on the counter with her legs swinging. “The usual. A customer asked me for book recommendations it reminded me a bit of our class with Alan, remember? He always complained that he didn’t understand anything.”
That Kate mentioned him so casually made me swallow hard. “Oh, yeah? Are you still in touch with him?” I asked, trying to sound neutral, but my voice came out a little hoarse.
Kate looked at me with those deep eyes, tilting her head. “A little. He sends me memes every now and then, book stuff. It’s fun. Why?”
“Nothing, just curious,” I lied, getting closer to her. I hugged her by the waist, feeling her ass press against me and her whole delicate body against mine. My hands slid down to her hips, and I kissed her neck just like I’d imagined Alan doing a while ago. I nibbled her neck a bit, and she moaned softly, almost arching her back.
“Matteo… are you okay? You seem… intense,” she whispered, but her hands tangled in my hair, pulling lightly. This was definitely something new that we hadn’t tried in a while.
I looked up at her with my heart pounding so hard that she surely felt it against her chest, and I tried to respond with something normal, something that wouldn’t give away everything I’d been feeling inside. But unfortunately, my voice came out hoarse as I told her, “Yeah… just… I want you so much today.”
She looked at me for a few seconds and smiled very slowly and provocatively that small, angelic smile that made the world stop for a second, but this time there was something different. It was clear that smile had a playful, challenging sparkle.
“Just that?” she asked in a low voice, barely moving her hips in a slow circle that tore an involuntary moan from me. “Because that day after we saw Alan and you were fucking me, you seemed… distant. Like you were thinking about something else. Or someone else.”
The air caught in my throat. Did she know, or had she just noticed that while I was penetrating her, I wasn’t focusing properly on fucking her well? Either way, I tried to shake my head in denial, but she squeezed her thighs against my hips, sitting me on the couch and pinning me down.
“Don’t lie, love,” she whispered, leaning in until her lips brushed mine without fully kissing me.
“I’ve felt it. You came harder than ever that day. Tell me you’ve been imagining me with Alan, or maybe… something more,” Kate said, unbuckling my belt.
She started pulling off my pants slowly, watching me closely to make sure I wasn’t lying to her. She’d always been very good at reading people’s minds, knowing if they were lying or not. At the same time, she took off her own pants and showed me that beautiful round ass, and completely unlike her, she touched my cock and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina.
“Tell me, Matteo,” she said as I watched her slowly sit down with my cock inside her vagina, seeing how it parted its way inside her.
“Fuck, Kate…” I stammered, still sensitive inside her, and Kate moaned lightly. She noticed she was taking control and let out a low, soft giggle.
“Shhh,” she said, putting a finger over my lips. “It’s okay. I like seeing you like this. I like knowing you get this hard just thinking about it.” She slid her hand slowly down my chest and abdomen until she reached where my cock was inside her vagina. She started touching herself, sliding her fingers around her clit, picking up some of the mix of our fluids. She looked back at me and said, “Look how hard you are again, like a rock, and you know what the best part is? That it’s because your innocent girlfriend might have an innocent coffee with your friend.”
I tried to move, to take the reins like always, but Kate gently pushed me back against the couch with a hand on my chest. “Stay, I want,” she ordered with a single firm word, but in a voice different from usual, and she said again, “Today it’s my turn to ask.”
Kate started moving again, first very slowly until she began going up and down just a few centimeters, torturing me with minimal friction between her vagina and my cock. “Tell me the truth, Matteo. Does it really excite you? Does it excite you to imagine me sitting across from Alan, laughing at his jokes, letting him brush my leg under the table and whisper in my ear how pretty I look?”
Each question was a stab of pleasure. I felt electricity all over my body and a shame that flooded me. My hands started sliding up her hips out of pure instinct, but she caught them and pinned them to the couch above my head.
“Answer,” she demanded, speeding up the rhythm just enough to drive me crazy. “Tell me yes, come on, tell me you want me to go to that coffee and that you want me to let him touch me a little so that when I get home I can tell you everything while you fuck me, knowing another man managed to get me horny,” Kate said with a lot of dominance.
“Kate… please…,” I moaned, writhing beneath her.
She leaned in until her mouth was a breath away from mine. “Tell me, cuckold,” she whispered for the first time, that word soft but quite direct. My cock swelled inside her, and a loud moan escaped me without realizing that maybe I’d just come.
“Yes… damn it, yes,” I finally confessed, too excited. “It excites me, it excites me a lot to think about that.”
Kate smiled victoriously, releasing my hands only to caress my face with feigned tenderness. “Good boy,” she murmured. “My weird and precious boy.” She started riding me hard then, her small tits bouncing and her juicy pussy squeezing my cock like it was both punishment and reward.
“Tomorrow I’ll go to that coffee, and when I get back… I’ll tell you everything,” Kate said, smiling at me. I couldn’t hold out anymore and came inside her again. I started trembling while she kept moving until she reached her own orgasm with a long moan.
Kate collapsed onto my chest right away, panting. She grabbed the phone from the table without fully getting up, opened Alan’s chat right in front of my eyes, and typed something I didn’t expect to become reality so soon.
“Perfect, Alan. Tomorrow after I get out of the bookstore, let’s go for that coffee.”
To be continued.
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