Fake Date 26

"Nope, no. You don't get to look at me like that." Bo is giving me the saddest puppy eyes, but I'm not giving in. Last night was rough meeting her friends and this morning, then the not knowing specifics to what happened after we left? Needless to say, I'm having a horrible morning.

I love Bo. We get along more than we argue. We are both very passionate and we support one another. We're damn near perfect for each other, flaws and all.

But having Kenzi come into our room after we fuck /loudly/ with the door open and her announcing that there is a 'we' downstairs, well I'm not too happy. Now, Bo is trying to lighten my mood by dragging me into the shower, kissing me where it makes my knees weak and rubbing her body so sensually against mine. The way the suds from her soap cover her silky skin was mesmerizing and will probably be burned in my mind forever...

But no. I'm still upset. Or pouting. Either way, I'm not talking to my fiancée right now. Not until we find out just who 'we' is.

"Baby, I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me." We're dressed in sweats now and don't reek of sex now, but she's still trying. "Lauren, come on. Please talk to me."

"Let's," I clear my throat and brush my wet hair out. It's barely even 7 am and I can still feel the booze swirling around in my stomach. "Let's go make some breakfast. And stop looking at me like that." Of course, she doesn't and comes closer to hold my stiff body from behind. She seems so content to just stay in this post orgasmic bliss.

"I'm sorry that they are here, my love." Her teeth tease the shell of my ear before taking a better taste of my lobe. "But I'm not sorry for how good your tongue felt fucking me this morning."

With a kiss to my covered shoulder and a possessive squeeze of my ass, Bo leaves and heads to, what I assume, is the kitchen.

Groaning, I swallow my pride and embarrassment, and go after her.

Step by step, I wonder if this is how the walk of shame feels to some. I've never been one of those people, but I'm sure that it feels like this. The dread of who will see me or if they will judge or laugh at me. It's stupid really, but the uncertainty of it all puts me on edge.

I like sex. Correction, I like sex with Bo. Love, really. But I don't like the idea of someone or people having heard us. Make love or fuck, its mine and Bo's...even if we sometimes do it somewhat publicly.

It's quiet when I reach the foot of the stairs. Looking around I see someone bundled up with a throw blanket and a couch cushion on the floor and some more blankets on the couch. The smell of bacon has me moving though.

I spot Kenzi, with her head resting on the granite with a mug, mumbling or grumbling, and Bo frying up some food. I've never been so excited to eat and those potatoes, gravy, bacon, and eggs look amazing.

"Here Champ." A mug of coffee is placed in front of me by a zombie like Kenzi. "You've earned it."

Bo turns and glares at her while I ignore her but graciously take the warm liquid and take a sip. When Bo and I make eye contact, my heart sinks. She's trying so hard to make me feel better. It doesn't seem like Kenzi is scarred from our morning shenanigans and whoever is on the floor didn't manage to hear us...or care. Either way, it's not Bo's fault.

Bo only jumps slightly when I sneak up behind her, my arms loosely around her hips before my hands find the warm skin under her sweater. The sizzling of the bacon continues as she flips the pieces over. "I'm sorry for overreacting." I rest my chin on her shoulder and tilt my head into her hair. "You know I love you, right?"

"I do." Bo is smiling, I can tell without even looking at her.

"Good."

A loud groan makes me jump and Kenzi is quick to make herself at home and grab the plates and another cup of coffee. "Evony can be a real bitch without her caffeine." Ah, that's who is asleep on the floor.

Breakfast was quiet. Whether it being too early or everyone being hungover, I'm not sure, but it was nice. Bo's friends, well they're growing on me. Minus the alcohol during my first meet with them, I can see that they want what's best for Bo.

With my fiancée busy, I asked them about Ryan. It will always be a sore spot for me knowing his true intent towards my lover, but I needed to know more about their friendship. And Evony and Kenzi didn't sugarcoat it for me.

They are all friends, but they knew what an ass he could be. Now they realized why he could be so cruel towards Bo, though. Jealousy can drive a person mad and it seems that's exactly what happened to their friend. Should of, could of, would of... but I met and fell in love with Bo before he could confess his own. It was just his own bad luck that she reciprocated towards me and not him.

Their friendship is not over, they just need time. Apparently, Bo has made it clear to everyone though, that her and I are a team. If they can't accept me then she won't be around either. I would never ask her to choose something like that, but it feels nice to be put first with someone who you love.

The weeks came and went quickly after that. Bo's friends made our home a regular stop, and never coming empty handed. News about our engagement was, in Kenzi, Evony, and Cassie's eyes, was a party they wanted to be a part of.

Dresses, flowers, caterers, venues... they were all for it. I wasn't really excited about it, I just wanted to say 'I do' and be married, but seeing them and even Bo get enthusiastic about it, I too started to get involved.

Even Aife and Jamison were involved and surprisingly helpful. Like tonight when Aife stopped by with names and numbers for certain chefs to get a better deal and shared a bottle of wine. It wasn't easy at first, but it seems she's accepted that I'm here to stay.

Walking her to the front door, I double check the message that the cab was outside. "Thank you again, Aife for these." I hold up a few cards from popular restaurants. "I'll talk to Bo and let you know what we decide."

She smiles, actually smiles and not a fake one, and gives me a quick up. "You're welcome, dear. I know you guys decided on a small wedding, but she's my only daughter and I want hers l,and yours, to be nothing short from perfect." She looks around like she just noticed a certain someone missing. "Where is my daughter anyways?"

"She went for a quick run around the neighborhood. She's trying to get in better shape before the big day...like she isn't already." I chuckle but suddenly my throat goes dry.

Looking past Aife, I see the apple of my eye coming towards us. She flashes that certain smile, out of breath, but tries to talk despite it. I don't get a word of it though.

The season is quickly becoming winter, the orange and yellow leaves slowly falling of their branches, but here is Bo wearing tight blue leggings and a black sports bra. Her hair is pulled back and in a sleek ponytail, only a few unruly strays escaped her rubber band, and there is a fine layer of sweat coating her skin. She is absolutely breathtaking.

"Did you decide then?" Wait, what?

"Huh?" I ask and blink a few times realizing Aife is now gone and I've followed Bo into the kitchen where she is guzzling water. She smirks knowingly but asks again. "Dinner. Did you want to go out or stay in?"

"In. Definitely in." I whisper and continue to watch Bo. "Whatever you want is good with me."

I honestly don't care that she knows how she affects me. I like when she puts on a show. Slowly bending down. 'Searching' for something way in the back of the refrigerator so I can stare at her tight ass in spandex. It doesn't matter to me.

"I'm going to shower. Will you just order some pizza?" I nod and she walks up to me, up until her body is flush against mine. Her lips are so inviting and just when I lean in, I feel her hand dig for my phone in my front pocket. "Any kind is good with me." She tells me with a wicked smirk. Damn her.

She's quick to walk away and head up the stairs. That tease. I order our usual and put my phone on the counter. Between 30-45 minutes, the pizza and wings will be here. That means I have that much time to work with.

I hear don't here the shower running so I rush up the stairs and into our bedroom. The bathroom door is closed so I take my time to release a few buttons of my top to show the plain looking push up bra I'm wearing. Bo can tease, but so can I.

Bo doesn't look surprised when I enter the bathroom. I can see her biting the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling as I approach her, our eyes holding one another through the mirror. My hands rest next to her on the sink as I push the front of my body into her back.

We don't speak. We don't move. It's like our eyes are speaking, demanding, promising all of the things we plan for each other. As soon as she shifts her ass against my jean clad center, I make my move.

My hands are sturdy while mapping out her abs, my fingertips dipping underneath her sports bra every so often. "Your skin is like ice, baby."

Bo moans when my other hand works its way inside her pants and come in contact with the top of her mound. She's been frowning her pubic hair out, much to my delight. I've always liked to give what she had a little tug. "I think I can help you get warm...if you ask nicely." I tug a little harder and she gasps falling forward onto the counter top.

"Please." She whispers and my hand is now massaging her breast in tandem to my heel of my hand on her mound. "Lau-ren" she breaks my name when I bite down on her shoulder.

"We have about 30 minutes lover, until our food arrives." I still both my hands and look at Bo through the mirror. "Tell me how you want it, baby."

She's quick to push me back enough for her to pull her sports bra over her head. "Go grab the purple strap on from the chest. I want to feel you fill me up." She husks and pulls down her pants.

I obey in a hurry, slipping the harness around my waist. I keep my clothes on, though. I want to make Bo feel amazing, want to please her so bad that I can wait. I love pleasing my soon to be wife.

Knowing Bo is always wet with our little foreplay, I still grab a small bottle of lube just in case she. This purple strap on is large, so it doesn't hurt to be prepared.

"Fuck..." tumbles from my lips at the sight in front of me.

Bo is naked and still learning against the counter, but her one leg is hiked up on there too, leaving her wide open. Her pussy is spread and I can see the hidden rosebud just barely peeking out. "Please Lo, please. I need you to warm me up." Her voice is pure sex, but I can see her trying to fight a smile. She's such a damn tease.

"You're so hot, Bo. I love you." I break our mini role play to remind her just how much she means to me. It's a big deal, being so comfortable doing everything, especially with our sexcapades, to remember why we trust each other. Situations like this, being completely submissive is a big deal.

"I love you too. Now...fuck me like you mean it." She doesn't even get a chance to breathe before the tip of the phallus enters her. I don't rush it though, I tease her. Giving her a few inches then pulling completely out, just to enter her again. Her face contorts in pleasure each time I reenter her. "You wanted me to fill you up, right?" I ask, holding the back of her left thigh as it's pinned to the counter.

"Yes Lo. Filled me up. Make me come." Her voice is so rough, and I know the teasing is getting to her even though she will never admit it. So, I take my time and thrust into her until I'm close to being completely inside of her. It's fascinating watching the shiny purple toy disappear inch by inch, but I have other plans as well.

Fumbling with the bottle of lube, I manage, even with Bo's piercing eyes watching me, squirt some liquid down her ass. She wants to be filled? Then I'll fill her up.

I let my thumb run over her back entrance as I pick up the pace of my hips, watching her reaction. Asking for permission.

She nods quickly, and I adjust my hand until I insert a single digit deeply. "Ahhh... fuck yes." Another one complies easily. "Shit that's it."

She's so tight, both entrances sucking me with each push and pull. "Tell me how you like me fucking you."

"I love you fucking me!" She answers.

She's so sexy, her body bouncing in slow hard thrust. I can see the difference in her now that she has been running every couple of nights now. Her muscles are more prominent in her back and shoulders, and her legs look so sculpted. She's a Goddess. A Goddess that I'm going to marry soon.

She must sense what I'm feeling and tilts her head back as far as she can to find my lips. Her kiss is brief, gasping for every breath...now that I can't stay in character. "Holy fuck Bo. I can't take it. I need you to come, please come for me! I want to taste you..." I lick my lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss her senseless.

Her hand rips mine off of her hip to pull it between her legs and uses it to rub her clit fast.

When she comes hard, it's drowned out by the multiple chimes of the doorbell.

"Pizza is here."

AN: This come out of nowhere... Hope you don't mind it.

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