Chapter 16 Vignette 16
Martin wore nothing in the bathroom as he shaved off his chin strap in front of the mirror. Suddenly, the door opened and he turned around, shocked to see his best friend, Anabel standing at the door.
Immediately, he grabbed his towel to cover himself. He tied it around him but his big dk took form in it.
"Holy Christ! Anabel, why didn't you knock on the door?"
Anabel was startled at what she saw. Her eyes fluttered in utter surprise, "I…. I'm so sorry, Martin, I…thought you would be shaving with your shorts on."
"Martin exhaled, disappointed, "It's okay, what do you want?"
"I just want to let you know that breakfast is ready."
"Breakfast? You could have just said it from the kitchen. I would still hear you, you know."
"I'm sorry, Martin,"
His eyes flickered, "No problem, I'll be out soon."
As Anabel closed the bathroom door, she stood still, her mind reeling from what had just happened. The image of what she saw replayed in her head over and over again. She tried to shake it off as she walked to the dining room, but it still lingered.
Martin joined just as she finished setting the table. He wore a brown short and a red sleeveless jersey that exposed his huge, veiny arms. His big chest looked so good in it.
Anabel felt a lump form in her throat as she took in on Martin's features. She had no idea why she started noticing him in that manner. Martin, who has been her best friend for over five years, was now looking unusually hot to her.
They sat in the dining room, quietly savoring the delicious pancakes Anabel had prepared. The moment was a bit awkward due to the event that transpired earlier between them.
After breakfast, Martin took his laptop from the bedroom and began working in the sitting room, while Anabel cleared the table and retired to her own room- the room that Martin allowed her to use ever since she became homeless from a break up with her boyfriend.
When Anabel returned to her room, she sat on the edge of the bed, thoughts of Martin never leaving her. She knew how much their relationship would be hurt if anything sexual went on between them.
Then she decided to take a bath. Showering, she stared at her nude reflection in the mirror and imaginations of Martin behind her, doing something forbidden was overwhelming.
She touched down there and it was extremely wet with her own juices. She knew she had to do something about it, but Martin was just not an option for her.
After Anabel towelled and left the bathroom, she put on a pink micro short that was just below her bottom. The bra she paired it with was a perfect pair as it matched and exposed enough of her skin. Then she went to the kitchen to make her choice between a carrot and a cucumber.
Martin was still in the sitting room when Anabel passed. His mouth went ajar as he caught a glimpse of her hot body, but he quickly distracted himself, returning his focus to his laptop.
Anabel took out two cucumbers and a carrot, measuring their sizes with her eyes, which would be the perfect fit for her psy. Finally, she decided to go for the bigger cucumber, she rinsed it with clean water and made her way back to her room.
But Martin's voice came in, "what do you need that for?"
Anabel turned around, "It's nothing, I just need something to chew." She responded.
Martin nodded even if he didn't believe her.
Anabel got to the room, pulled off her bra and started with her nples. She did some strippers' moves and laid with her back on the bed, the cucumber in hand.
Anabel took off her pant and stroked the cucumber like it was an actual dk. Then slowly and gently, she inserted it in her psy, her eyes closed, letting out soft moans.
Martin who did not believe Anabel's story of eating the cucumber walked stealthily to her room. The door was half closed so he peeped through. He watched when she played with herself till she started fking her own psy.
Watching her, his dk became very hard, and it rose against his shorts. He became horny that he started to touch himself subconsciously. He was unable to control it for long, so he barged in on Anabel.
Martin confidently walked into the room, "What are you doing, Anabel,"
Anabel jolted from the bed, her heart racing, "Martin, why did you__"
"Shh! Be quiet!" Martin said in a whispery tone as he started pulling off his shorts.
He went close to Anabel and abruptly kissed her, laying her back on the bed with one of his hands behind her waist. Martin laid with his side beside her, his index finger sliding inside her psy.
Finger-fucking her, his teeth and tongue on her nipples brought pleasure to her as she moaned, rubbing her clt. Then Martin climbed on top of her, his dk slid into her seamlessly. As they fked, the breath from their moans touched their faces. Martin kissed Anabel's lips like he lost his mind.
Then he fell on the bed, stroking his dk while his cum spilled in tiny amounts.
Anabel laid on the bed, a sense of satisfaction washed over her. Martin stood up from the bed and put on his shorts. He left the room without saying a word to Anabel.