"The Vicious Circle"
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-it goes around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and-
Just a phase, she said. Just a phase!
My love for her is not just a phase! She doesn't love me in the same way though, that's apparent.
We had sex the other night. Yes, seriously. She rode me like I was some sort of horse. No, I mean it. But it wasn't bad. The thing is, no matter how much things get fucked up, they can always be fixed, with sex. I wanted to actually make love to her, pin her down on the bed, roll around under the blankets in the middle of the night… I wanted to hear her laugh because it's that nice. She's not a nice person but her body makes up for her lack of good personality inside. That's why we used to have a thing going on.
It went like this.
She'd text me, telling me to come over. I'd tell her 'no'. I knew what would happen if I did. There's a way she manipulates and always gets what she wants without an ounce of trying. So anyways, before long, there she is, pinning me down to my own bed and humping me like there's no tomorrow.
When she was done, she'd pinch my arm and give me that smirk she often does and then leave.
The other night was different though. It would have been the best night of my entire life, in fact I'm pretty damn sure it was! Carly walked in on us as we were fucking… her mouth was pretty much on the floor and I noticed her nipples hardening slightly.
So there we were, frozen mid-thrust and with the best friend just standing there like a statue. She turned around and walked back out, the same way she'd burst in before. Sam grabbed my shoulders and began all over again but I couldn't get Carly's disappointment out of my mind. Eventually, I made up my mind to go over there and give her some too. It was only fair, right?
Sam wouldn't care anyway.
After our sex we go over to the apartment across from mine, clothed of course. Spencer's in his room and we hear some noises, like a creaking bed and muffled moans. Then we hear some laughter and a squeal which sounds an awful lot like Carly.
That's when we realize…
Oh. My. God.
In actual fact, Spencer and Carly's fucking noises turns Sam on, and she immediately takes her clothes off and pulls me on top of her. I'm never on top, and I never get to be in control. I guess… things change.
Before long I'm thrusting in and out of the blonde and she loves every moment of it. We're fucking on Spencer's couch and it feels great! Her legs spread wider and I go deeper inside her and the more she screams, the faster I thrust. The faster I thrust, the louder she screams.
Carly and Spencer haven't come out of his room yet.
Finally we orgasm… sort of simultaneously, I guess, and we just lay with each other, listening to the sounds of breathing. I need to catch my breath. I also say the worst thing you could say to Sam Puckett.
"I love you."
She laughs. Can you believe that? Right in my face, she laughs loudly and sits up, away from me. Then she looks at me, unable to contain the laugher. Yes, because this is soooo hilarious. I roll my eyes.
"It's just a phase, Benson. You'll grow out of it."