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Chanel and Ethan 27

Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: tangerinesky, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

she laughs, unsure if I'm serious or not. " Everything," I exaggerate. "I told him how incredible you look naked, and the way your body shakes after you cum," I whisper and wink at her. Chanel inhales through her open mouth. "Did you really?" I laugh out loud at how serious she sounds. "Of course not, are you high? I like you too much to have my friends knowing that shit." Chanel's breathtaking smile lights her face as I talk. "Unless you sleep with them, then I guess they'd know. Please don't sleep with any of my friends," I beg her, and she giggles. "I'm not gonna fuck your friends. You're more than enough for me," Chanel says, her neck heating, and my dick aches thinking about how tight she is. "I'm glad to hear it," I say, and reach across the table to touch her cheek. Chanel's hand holds mine against her face, pausing my movement. "Ethan?" "Yeah?" I ask, giving her all my attention. Chanel stares at me for a moment, her gorgeous face studying mine. "I'm having a lot of fun with you," she says, and I smile from ear to ear. Such a simple statement, but such a big impact. This would really suck if she weren't enjoying herself. Before I can respond, however, Tawni calls out our names. She and Tommy come to say hi and sit at our booth. I recognize a handful of people from the beach, coming to fill empty seats near us. Everyone starts ordering drinks, people talking over each other, the bar crowded with nighttime patrons ready to take on Puerto Rico's finest. Chanel and I ... both stick with draft beer, people jammed into our booth, coming and going. Eventually we both get up and go to the bar. I'm mostly talking to Tommy, Megan leaning over to join in. He's describing the livid adventures of surfing in Australia, something I'm compelled to try now. I share my own experiences of hiking cliffs in Zion. Trying to correctly articulate the view from Angel's Landing is fucking difficult. After a while I catch Chanel three stools down, smiling at me. Impossible to miss such a stunning brunette. I keep stealing glances at her as Megan asks me questions, and not long after, Chanel has company of her own. The familiar tattoos creeping up his neck and down his arms immediately make me want to groan. This guy does not want to leave her alone. A few minutes into their conversion, Chanel says something and Tattoos looks right at me, sizing me up. Jesus fucking Christ. I stand up and push through everyone, my eyes on his ugly fucking face. "Hey," Chanel greets me when I'm standing next to her. Tattoos doesn't look away from me, his brow twitching, and I stare back. "How's it going?" I ask. "Good. This is Matt. Matt, this is Ethan," she introduces us, but I don't bother with pleasantries as I wrap an arm around her waist, claiming my territory. Matt nods his head, forcing a smile, and it's obvious this is awkward. "Baby?" Chanel asks, looking up at me, her hand on my chest. My eyes immediately drop to her face, thoroughly distracted for the moment. She has never ...