Alex had a problem, a fucking huge problem in the form of her best friend’s boyfriend’s cum all over her stomach and no idea how she had allowed that to happen. Not that she regretted the past half hour or whatever, but as amazing as she had felt as horrible did the decision seem in retrospect.
She could tell Nate was feeling the same way, could see the same conflicting emotions in his eyes.
“What did we do?”, he asked, resting his chin on his palm.
“We fucked up and fucked. Liz can never know about this, never ever.”
He nodded. “Absolutely not. I’m sorry, it felt great when we were doing it, really did, but…”
“…I know what you mean. Know what really feels bad?”
“Hm?”
“It hasn’t gone away, I still want to fuck you. Like again, right now even though I already feel horrible.”
He smiled and his eyes on her naked body made her feel more insecure than she had felt since her first boyfriend.
“Well, I can’t deny that I feel similar, but…”