I like boys

**Chrissy**

I know that they would eventually talk about what happened. I know that Dayle wouldn't lose her mind either. 
It was an accident and nothing more. I'm just sitting in here waiting for him to come to sleep. Not so sure I can wait any longer because I'm fucking sleepy and need to catch some sleep. 

Some time later, I dozed off right after Jen reminded me of his mother’s birthday party on Saturday. I'll have to drop by to help Ken. He loves it. 
Curled up in bed, the lights off, I felt Dayle's strong hand hold me from behind, planting wet, hungry, heartwarming kisses on my arms, neck, and earlobe. 

Something about his constant touch makes it hard to say no. 
 “Is my princess awake?” his hungry, raspy voice whispered in my ear as I blushed. 
 “She’s been waiting for you. Guess you're still mad at her,” I purred out, I felt his fingers slide under my panties. There you have my pussy throbbing in NEED.
 “I could never be mad at you forever, can't last more than a day…” he admitted as I turned to face him. 
He slowly rubs my clit, feeling the build-up orchestrate my body into a thirty horny bitch. 
I swallowed up as he continued, “Egan and I had a chat, he's leaving next week and trust me, we are good. You understand that I had to react, right?” he asked as he dug two fingers into me, causing me to whimper in ecstasy. 
 “That's - that's good, baby!” I let out as my fingers raked my hair while he fingerfucked me, making me crave him. 
 “What's ‘good’? Making up with my best friend or... my magic fingers?” he asked with a sultry tone that left me afloat. 
 “You, of course…” I let out, almost groaning out. 
 “Promise me that Egan is nothing to you?” he asked me and my heart skipped a beat as I swallowed. Should I even hesitate to answer him?
 “Nothing baby, it's you I want and will always want…” I assured him, cradling his face in my hand as he leaned down and kissed me. 
 “How much do you love me, Chriss?” he asked calmly as he stroked me. 
Damn, how do I handle a question and an incoming orgasm?
 “Dayle, you know that I love you so much and I would never leave you. This is us, forever! You don't have to ask,” I said as he pulled out wet his fingers gently tucked them into my mouth.
There I was licking his fingers like a medical smut.
 “I’d die if I lose you,” he said as he climbed on top of me gently as our gaze locked, even in the dark, his eyes told the truth. 
He loved me without a form of doubt. 
 “I’ll fight for you, Chriss!” he let out as he rubbed his hard debt against my throbbing V. 
 “Fuck me!” I demanded before I could rethink.
 “Oh, I'm not gonna have mercy on you though…” he let out with a dark smile. 
He pulled away and stepped down from the bed as he took off his shorts. 
His hard-on hung like a sword prepared for war. 
He crouched over to the nightstand and pulled the drawing, he took out the pink handcuffs. 

I bit my lips, picturing the aftermath. I would definitely wake up at noon tomorrow. 
 “I think it's time to punish you for stressing me out,” Dayle snapped with a smirk as I smiled. 
 “Yeah, I want that because I've been dick-matized…” Dayle cracked up as he crawled towards me. 
 “What's that word again?”
 “Saw that in a post on Facebook,” I snapped as he grabbed my wrists and softly cuffed them, tossing the key on the nightstand. 
After he was done, he pinned my hands over my head. Next, he ripped my panties as I bit my lips. 
Earlier this year, he ripped about thirty pieces and he keeps getting new ones on my behalf. 
 “Look at that kitty, she’s dripping ‘cause she wants me…” he let out softly as he drew closer and shot me a beam. “You won’t be able to walk straight by morning,” he warned me while my brows wiggled.

He leaned over pulled me by the thighs as he buried his face between them, licking and eating me up. 
Okay, I didn't see that coming, I reminded myself. 
Unable to dig my fingers into his hair, I writhed, arching my back as my legs spread wider when I was drawing closer to exploding, breathing harder and harder as he pulled away and licked his lips—leaving me on the edge of my peak. 
He guided his dick into me as he grunted while goosebumps developed on my skin and he shoved my top slightly over my face as his hands grabbed my boobs, fondling them with so much desperation. 

He began thrusting in and out, massaging my tits while my body ached more for him. 
 “Faster,” I coaxed as he fastened his speed, feeling him in my belly. Pounding and doing what Dayle is absolutely good at: FUCKING. 

I mean, it's his best line of expertise even if he dies very well at OTD Motors. 

“Come with me, baby!” he grunted in my ear as his hands tightened on the sheets as a grip while my legs hung in the air, unable to get enough of his DICK and SKILLS. 
We were both shaking and breathing heavily as he collapsed on me while I held him. 
 “Fuck! I could sleep in there all night!” Dayle added as his eyes closed while he struggled to uncuff me. 

When I was free, he pulled me closer to him, wrapping me up as we slid under the sheets, smelling like sex and roses. 

It's absolutely Dayle or no one, right?

…
We had prepared for the party, all outfitted in jaw-dropping outfits. Egan refused to come along because he didn't want his parents to see him. 

Seriously, why the fuck is Egan hiding? It’s freaking alarming to me though. I know for sure that Dayle knows. 

The party just began and we did lots of pleasantries. Dayle and I thought that it was better to buy Ken’s mother a designer dress and shoes, purses, and extensions. I mean, what doesn't she have?

“Girl, you didn't have to bother about buying gifts for Mom,” said Ken as I nudged his arm. 
 “You’re just a dick,” I lashed out, smiling. 
 “You were going to introduce me to her, where the fuck is she?” I reminded him. He told me that he was going to introduce me to his fiancée. 

With the lol of things and Ken’s unwillingness, he wasn't really cut out to tie the knot. 
A young man around our age approached us as Ken’s words hung. They stared at each other for some seconds while I split my gaze between them curiously. 

Something was amiss in my head. Are they...
 “I didn't think that you'd come around. Like, it’s been six months…” Ken let out. 
 “Ana invited me,” the fine man said with a definite tone. “You must be Chrissy, right?” he shifted his gaze at me. 
 “Oh, erm, yeah. Chrissy!” I let out after snapping out forcefully from my thoughts. 
 “I see!” he said as we exchanged two kisses on the cheeks. He smelled nice too. 
 “Chriss, this is… Matt, my… my colleague,” Ken forcefully stated as I nodded. 
I've never seen Ken this jumpy and embarrassed, so where did this come from? I asked myself. 
 “Um, I have to use the bathroom. I drank too much…” Matt snapped with a smile, shooting Ken a seductive gaze that helped me gather the pieces. 
 “Nice to meet you again, Chriss. I hope to see you around,” Matt said as he smiled. 
 “Likewise,” I added. 
Matt left. As soon as Matt was out of sight, Ken blurted. 
 “Wow, this is fucked up!” he said as I scoffed. 
 “Is there something you wanna tell me?” I stared at his face while he swallowed. 
 “Like what?”
 “You tell me,” I emptied my glass and put it away, staring deeply at him. “And who is Ana? Is it your fiancé?” I asked, I was just confused. 
  “Chriss, I just... I just don't know how to…” he paused and sighed. He dragged me by the hand as we exited the hall and headed outside, where the music was less. 
We were facing each other while I awaited his explanation. He looked troubled, ruffling his blonde hair. 
Something was up. 
 “Ken, you're scaring me!” I admitted. 
 “Ana is my fiancée! I love her so much, okay?” he calmly began as I nodded. 
 “Sure I know, you talk about her all the time, Ken.” I reminded him. “I'm eager to meet her but… who was that?” I asked innocently.  
 “That was Matt,” he managed to say, feeling the weight of his almost impossible confession. 
 “I know,” I snapped, crossing my arms indignantly. 
 “I met Matt at a function in L.A. So, we got talking and…” he scoffed lightly and finally broke the ice. “I like Matt—I’m bisexual,” he let out as he rubbed his face across. 
 “You like boys?”
I wasn't too surprised given that I noticed their body language with Matt. I didn't think that Ken liked boys or…
 “I like Matt and I've been trying to avoid it. Now that's not the problem ‘because why would Ana invite him? She doesn't even know the guy,” I could imagine his heart racing. 
This is messy, I told myself. 
 “Why didn't you tell me though? I... I thought we shared everything about us. I didn't find out like this,” I said, as I drew closer to him. 
 “I didn't know how! It's harder than you think especially when Ana is my mom’s favorite. What am I gonna do now?” he asked, desperation and confusion in his eyes. “I should have told you, but I'm sorry I didn't…” he added as he sank into my embrace as I rubbed my rubbed my best friend’s back. 

It's the shock of the century, I know. I didn't know that Ken would find a guy attractive given that he barely lets himself fall in love. With a hottie like. Matt, I think I understand why. Sometimes, he loves Ana out of duty and sympathy. 

“You like boys?” someone asked as we pulled away, shock basking our faces as I held Ken’s hand, assuring him that he didn't have to feel alone.