AUTHOR'S NOTE: PLEASE TELL ME HOW I CAN DO BETTER AND BLAH :D

Felix looked at them, sighing, he placed his hot coffee down and put up his tired feet. He was never going to get them to feel the same way about him, so it was no use and cheating was wrong and immoral. He played some apps on his iPad and occasionally glanced at them; at their smooth figure, their dark complexion and their broad body. They were practically a model.

He could see that they were new, by how they stuck out like a sore thumb, and looked neatly as if they were just polished. Felix blushed quickly as he realised he was staring at them almost too intently, looking down quickly and zoning out on the game he was playing. It couldn't happen! It could NOT happen! He loved Marzia. Loved HER.

The spotlight was on them and their skin shone a brilliant bronze and showed a lot of tone. Fuck Marzia! He stood up abruptly and walked over there, looking lustfully up and down their anatomy and bit his bottom dry lip. They were thinking the exact same thing, just leaning against the wall...and like a wild animal, Felix groped them, caressing their silky surface. "Ugh.." He moaned his mouth to theirs, their moment was tense and passionate. "You're better than Marzia...so much better." He began to finger a small penetrated hole. "You're not a virgin, are you?" The Swede smirked, placing a rhetorical question.

They stayed quiet, moving a little as he touched them. "It's fine. I'm not either." He tongued their hole. They shook a little but he gripped them still.

Suddenly, Marzia entered the room. "Hey, you done with that shelf, Felix?" She asked with her preppy voice. Felix stood still, frozen in position but the scent of them still driving him crazy, a wood smell. "What the hell...?" She stared before raising her voice. "Why are you...uh...doing that to the shelf?"