Chapter 187 – Cheating with My Boyfriend’s Best Friend Novel by Jane E L (Olive & Aaron)

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We were not only compatible in sex. When we had been dating, he had almost occupied my entire mind. If I had not met him, I wouldn’t have known I could love someone so deeply.

However, although we used to be so deep in love, we had broken up. So, I felt dep**ssed as if having a lump in my heart.

When I took out the dildo, I saw blue veins on its soft silicone body. I must be insane! Otherwise, I would not have crazily thought it looked like Aaron’s dick.

The more I tried to stop recalling, the more memories rebelliously popped into my mind.

I remembered how Aaron and I had had sex. He had liked letting me sit on his lap before slowly undressing, revealing his sexy body like that of a male model. I even vividly remembered the shape of his six-pack abs!

I slowly unb**toned my blouse with my fi**gers.

When we had had sex for the first time, he had also taken off my clothes extremely slowly.

I closed my eyes and took off my bra in the dark. My enlarged areolae gradually shrank in the cold air, turning into a dark red n**ple.

Suddenly, I seemed to see Aaron’s lustful eyes in the darkness. Then, his hand slowly sl*pped down my back and gently clasped my waist.

He had always enjoyed admiring my naked body. In the past, I had always had the illusion that I was his muse. His eyes had been deep-set and had fatal magic power that could easily swallow me up! He had loved fondling me, although I had always tried to avoid his foreplay.

But now, those loving flirtations had become precious fragments of memory. I missed them but could never re-experience them.

I imitated his movements, slid my fi**gers down along the inside of my th**hs, and r*bbed the periphery of my p**sy.

But masturbation was completely different from his caresses. The harder I tried to move my fi**gers in my p**sy, the emptier I felt.

Memories completely went out of control.

Alcohol was a good thing because it helped me forget about reality. I had a very real dream. In my dream, Aaron p**ssed his hot ch*st against mine. One of his hands gently held my face when he k**sed my l*ps, neck, and collarbones. Then. He went all the way down.

My lust was immediately revived. So, I roughly took off my underwear, short of breath.

I was w*t.

My disordered breathing sounded like two people were gasping. I seemed to hear him excitedly say in a familiar tone, “I made your tits hard again.”

My p**sy was itchy. When my fi**gers explored and massaged inside, the hot liquid made my lower abdomen twitch. I felt extremely empty in my lower body, so I desperately longed for his big dick to enter my body.

“Fill me up! Be quick!”

I didn’t notice that I had said such words out loud.

Aaron had liked to irritate me by saying nasty words. Hearing those words, I had always been turned on while feeling ashamed.

Now, I had completely lost my reason.

I sq***zed the dildo hard into my p**sy. I hadn’t had sex for a long time, so I felt a dull pain when my vagina was filled up.

Then, I regained consciousness and sadly thought it was not his size.

But soon, I seemed to hear him say, “Relax.”

I sank in lust again and intermittently groaned.

He had liked to hear my feedback when having sex to know whether I felt uncomfortable or not. But now, it was not his dick that was in my p**sy.

The sad mood in my ch*st was not relieved but grew stronger.

I was so empty and lonely!

I gradually tightened the grip on the dildo and moved it violently, imitating his movements. Every time I pushed it in, I screamed because it was the reaction he had liked to see.

When we had been dating, he had almost made my body only bloom for him. We had had sex in many places. When we had once had sex outside, David and the others had almost seen us!

I used to think I was sexless, but he had reversed my perception. As long as I thought about him, I would be turned on.

But his Adam’s apple was not r*bbing against my neck, his fi**gers. were th**st not into my hair, and he was not p**ssing my head. So, everything felt wrong.

Merely the groans and whispers in my memory could make me go on with it, and my p**sy was getting increasingly w*t. I did not know whether the liquid had w*tted the sheets. All I know was I could by no means stop now.

The physical pleasure made me fall into the abyss of desire. Although the intense movements had satisfied my p**sy, they couldn’t fill up the vacancy in my heart.

Because of the masturbation, I felt even emptier.

I was lonely.

Sometimes, people were unreasonable.

My mind was full of his name, but I could not get it out of my throat. I knew I was just trying to deceive myself, but I still closed. my eyes like an ostrich, pretending to be indulging in past love.

He used to be very fond of k**sing me and could notice all the details that I had not even cared about.

He had always served me long and ardently and tried to make me have an orgasm together with him.

Soon, I lay limply on the bed, too lazy to deal with the mess in my lower body. The orgasm made me gasp for breath. Then, I opened my blurry eyes and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

His physical strength had always been good, so we had often had sex twice or three times in one night. And I had never been his match in this respect.

Realizing I would never be so obsessed with another man, I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore.

As my tears kept sliding down the corner of my eyes into my hair, I almost threw up from crying.

I had had such a beautiful love, but I had failed to grasp my happiness when it had been only one step away!

My longing and sadness broke down the defenses I had been building for three years.

No! I could no longer be sad like this! I must do something to make a change!

At the thought of this, I got out of bed, picked up my phone, and made a call.

Hearing the ringtone on the phone, I felt my heart racing aga

I didn’t know if my choice was right. Maybe I had gone crazy. Maybe I would realize it was a wrong decision in the future and hate myself even more. My selfishness and vulnerability would only hurt others! But I did it anyway.

While waiting, I felt as if time had slowed down. When I stared blankly at the phone screen, my heart was full of contradictions. And I wish the call could never get through. However, as soon as this idea popped into my mind, he answered the call.

Seeing the call duration under his name increasing from zero, I put the phone to my ear.

Then, I heard a long breath before he said, “Olive?”

I should have been familiar with his deep and charming voice, but I was unexpectedly taken aback. I was so nervous that I felt my heart about to jump out of my ch*st. And I suspected he could hear my intense heartbeats on the other end of the phone.

“Olive, what’s wrong? Where are you now?”

His tone became anxious, full of worry.

“No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” I hurriedly explained. But when I opened my mouth, my words were incoherent. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. After all, there was no turning back at this point.

“I just wanted to ask you a question.”

I closed my eyes and plucked up my courage, saying, “Adenauer, can I change my mind?”

While speaking, I couldn’t even raise my head because of the guilt in my heart. I had a lot to explain, but my confused mind did not allow me to organize my language within a short time.

An hour ago, I had bluntly rejected him. But now, I changed my mind. How ridiculous it was!

If I were him, I would severely scold this capricious woman and hang up the phone.

But he didn’t, so we were still on the phone.

Adenauer was a good man. Maybe he had not understood what I meant. But when he came back to his senses, he would be extremely disappointed with me. And I was ready to be scolded.

“Do you mean you’re willing to date me?” Adenauer asked in a calm voice on the phone.

This was different from what I had expected!

I repeatedly think about his words but couldn’t figure out his emotion. So, I guessed he was restraining his anger and disappointment. After all, he was a professional psychiatrist who could always easily see through my thoughts. He probably had guessed a lot after seeing my bad behavior in the restaurant. My restlessness and refusal had revealed that I was in love with. someone else!

Adenauer was an excellent man, so his self-esteem would not allow him to pretend not to know or keep humble in front of me. So, I blushed at my despicable and selfish behavior. His good manners and upbringing did not allow him to yell at me, but I would probably lose a friend forever.

“I see.”

Not hearing my answer, Adenauer said, “Dear Olive, does this mean I can formally invite you to dinner if you are free after getting off work tomorrow?”

I raised my head in surprise with the phone in my hand, not knowing how to react.

“What did you say?”

Had I misheard his words?

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