What Friends Are For

"He's a fucking monster! An asshole of seismic proportions. What the hell are you thinking, Lindsay?"I'm not usually so reserved in my views, but we were at work. "It's a misunderstanding," her vacant, glazed expression as she curls her disheveled hair tells me precisely what Conor did to convince her. "Right. There's some other reason you found soaked purple panties in his briefcase. Is Conor finding himself Lin? Discovering his inner cunt?""Hey, language over there," the gelatinous office supervisor proffers. "I'm in no mood, Brian. So go stick an eggplant up your ass and get stuffed. Grown-ups are talking." I pull Lindsay into my office and close the door. "Babe, talk to me. We've been friends since the flood. Lindsay and Sharon battle together against class action lawsuits, men, and the world. Why? After everything that bucktooth fuck has done." A glow radiates from her smile."I'm pregnant." ...............................................Wel l, a day from hell and no mistake. I'm not a gifted actress, so pretending to be happy for my angelic best friend took all my self-control. She'll be the perfect mom. Sweet, wise, and continually improving the lives around her. That fucker doesn't deserve her, and as I think about the violet panties he'd slipped off my legs twenty-six hours ago, I come to the only real conclusion.Neither do I.I've never been a quote-unquote decent human being. Hell, it's why I'm the best lawyer in the firm. But I had limits, once. You know nothing illegal, dangerous, or involving my best friend's husband. The fucking basics. "She's got to know," I say to an empty room. "Today." I pick up the phone but realize once I hear that delighted "Sharon-berry," I won't be able to finish. An email! That's it. Fuck. Not personal enough. A recorded video message is the closest I can manage to do it in person. "Cowards way out for the win," I reply to the silent picture of Lindsey. Ironically enough, in her wedding dress. It takes me only a few moments to type out what I'm going to say. Print. Give it a once-over?concise and contrite, perfect. I arrange video conferences worldwide, so I've got my set up how I like it. The camera is far enough back so you can see the edge of my 27,000-dollar Üsküdar Escort mahogany desk with plenty of room behind me. "Let's do this," I hit the button and see myself reflected. God, I'm ravenous. Silk hair atop flawless skin, light brown eyes, and a killer ensemble. This 3K and change Alexander McQueen dark blue blazer fits over a Dulche and Gabbana cream fluid silk tie-neck blouse, which all professionally covers breasts and a body my University Physics professor sweetly coined "marriage-destroying." That bastard was right about everything. The worst part of my nature is wondering if one can blame Conner for cheating on that stick of a wife when I'm in the room."Jesus Christ, Sharon. Trying to buy a special place in hell," I hit record, appalled at my thoughts and am left only with the moment."Lindsey." Good, that sounds serious and sincere. "Please watch this entire video. It won't be easy. This is the hardest call I've ever made. I'm sending this via message because it is impossible to tell you in person. I'm ashamed, but you deserve better-"Kinda weak opening, counselor," his rasp causes me to freeze. I pray this is a simple psychotic break but no such luck. Connor Walsh leans against the door. Full silver hair slicked back, a trimmed mustache straddles a cocky little smirk, and baggy professorial clothing conceals a willowy but taut body. Oh, and in his right hand, he fingers my used purple underwear. Fuck I can already feel my thighs rubbing together."Thought I'd return these, Sharon. Not my size." "Well, speak of the devil," I let it keep recording. As long as the camera's on, I won't do anything unforgivable. "Ya know, the sisters used to refer to me as Lucifer," he steps toward me, and muscle memory kicks in. The Gabbana feels like it's strangling me, and I know from experience that I'm staining the inside of my slacks. "Particularly Eustance. She delighted in comparing me to the great corrupter. Eased the guilt, I suspect. People love blaming others for their pleasures. Don't you agree?"I know it takes two," I say. "But it still has to end, and I'm ending it." "My, we are in a self-righteous mood today, aren't we?" He's against the desk and drops the panties Escort Üsküdar in front of me. "Didn't feel inclined to take responsibility last night, did ya.""Don't bore me, Connor. We both know that Lindsey doesn't deserve your shit." "Our shit, love," his hand on the desk as he steps into the view of the screen. "Remember? Taking ownership of your actions. Let me see-" He's behind me, arms on either side. His head is resting on my shoulder, lips diabolically close to mine. His fingers dance over the back of my hand before taking the note. "This won't do at all, love." He kisses behind my ear, and I moan. "There's no real accountability of your sins."My body is such a selfish twat. No consideration of anything beyond the need to consume. Linsday is a lifelong friend, but fuck her. She doesn't arch my back with a caress, coax obscene noises from my throat, or trigger this torturous rhythmic agony. My body knows what he's capable of, and instinct directs my movement. Breasts rest atop the desk pressing sweetly down, my weight now supported. Conner rolls the chair aside and stands behind me. His fingers strum below my ass while his thumb explores the crevice between. His other palm slips under the silk blouse, slowly pulling them from my Saroel pants while my muscles dance under his skin. "Confession is good for the soul, Sharon-Berry," I see our two faces digitally recreated in high definition on the plasma screen. He embodies a cruel sensuous certainty, while I can't recognize the wild, desperate creature with hooded eyes biting her lip. His digital upper arm shifts slightly, and unseen fingers slide over my pants and press against my mound. "Fuck off, you miserable... ahh... that's it right there... Shit! Go sit on a serrated... Jesus... knife and..." I try to stay on message, but instead, I spread my legs and beg... "do it already, you cunt licker.""Earn it," the tip of his tongue traces the outline of my ear. "Tell Lin about our original sin."I reach out to click off the recording, but his fingers wrap around my wrist. The pressure against my core slows, and I start to thrust, anything to push me over the edge. If I can cum, I'll be able to think, or fight, or suck his Üsküdar Escort Bayan cock, whatever occurs to me. "What were you wearing," he brings my middle finger to his lips and bites. "It'll set the scene.""An Off-Shoulder Lace Short-Sleeve Mermaid Dress in a Playful Purple Satin," the company's description burned into my memory. It was my maid of honor gown." Heaven forbid! But you had been drinking at least, right?" he sucks my finger to the knuckle before pushing my hand down towards the burning wet core. The silk kisses our skin traveling over my body. Fingers slide past the elastic, under my panties, and into my soaked pussy. "I took advantage of you, didn't I love?" "No," I gasp. My treacherous fingers start pumping the moment they hit snatch. It's hard to breathe. Connor holds me so tight even my cramping index finger only provides a Sisyphean pleasure. The promise of ecstasy close enough to drive me mad. "It wasn't you!""What do you mean?" Each word is punctuated with a kiss and nibble at my neck. "Tell her, love. Lindsey deserves to know.""Connor was outside smoking. I could smell the whisky. I was thirsty. You'd made me promise not to drink, Lindsay.""Cause you might cause a scene," Connor says, releasing the pressure on my body. Free, my wrist starts pistoning. I know the computer picks up that wet slapping sound. Recorded for the ages."I only wanted a little nip. You weren't an easy bride. Fucking hell, you were the reigning queen bitch. What kind of controlling sow doesn't let her best friend have a swig at a wedding? After everything I'd done for you. But you never fucking listen."I've wanted to say this for years. Feelings pour out of me the closer I get to salvation. Words of cruelty, but right now, I mean every syllable."I warned you about Connor, Lin-"The man of the hour is on one knee, slipping off my Jimmy Choos."He's a snake. Incapable of going a day without fucking you over." He bites my inner thigh."Miserable fucking bastard. Didn't take me long at all."My pants pool at my feet, and Connor tosses them aside. He squeezes my ass and delivers a sharp little slap. The sound is faithfully preserved. Then he pulls my underwear aside and licks clean his saturated fingers. "Connor's good-looking, Lindsay; I see why you wanted him. But marriage? It's that religious background of yours. Sex has got to mean something. Bullshit! Somehow if you're thinking about his eyes when you set your rabbit humming, it's love. Fuck! It's not love, Lindsey-"