Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous

CHAPTER 4

Switching over to Kelly's POV for this chapter.


Why would she say that? Why? I tell her that I'm dating someone new, a MALE someone new, and she decides to tell me that I'm a lesbian. What the hell was that? She must be jealous, she's the one who's really gay and she's in love with me.

I just don't understand why she'd be so hurtful. While, yes, I do admit that she has been my lover for a long time (but that doesn't make me gay, I was just using her to satisfy my urges until the right guy came along.) but before that we were friends. I trusted her and this is how she repays me? Maybe Trey was right, he'd been telling me all along that she was a grade A bitch but I didn't believe him. After all, he didn't know her like I did. Although knowing how much of a slut she can be, I wouldn't be surprised if he did.

I wipe the tears from my face and head into the bathroom to freshen up. I go straight to the sink and splash water over my face, washing away the dried tears that were clinging to my skin. As I look up I catch a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror.

"That bitch." I growl to no one, examining the bright red mark on my neck. She gave me a hickey. How dare she mark me like that, like I was her property. I'm not hers, she doesn't own me. Deep down, I know that I'm overreacting but I can't help feeling this way. I'm not hers, I'm not gay and I'm going to prove it.

Before I even know what I'm doing, I'm two floors down pounding on the door to Trey's room.

"Chill out." I hear him say from the other side of the door. "Kel, what are you doing here?" Is it that strange that I'd show up at his room in the middle of the night, I am his girlfriend after all.

"I want you." I say pushing him back into the room, forcing my mouth against his. Doing everything I could to keep myself from flashing back to when I was doing the very same thing to Diana just an hour ago.

It seems like he's finally caught up because now he's grabbed my ass and pulled me against him. It was strange, even though we had been officially dating for a few months now, we'd never gone any further than a few slow kisses. So I'd never really noticed just how much of a sloppy kisser he was, his tongue waggling around in my mouth as he attempted to eat my face. His unshorn facial hair chaffing against my skin so much that I know that I'll have a rash in the morning.

I squeaked as Trey pushed me back on to the bed and climbed on top of me. Grinding his now full erection against my thigh.

He paws at my breasts, grabbing them so hard it almost hurts. Such a contrast to Diana's gentle caressing. But maybe that just the way it is with men.

He pops the button of my fly and pulls down the zipper of my jeans, removing his mouth from mine to slip down the bed and pull off my pants. I'm grateful for the chance to breathe properly again.

I feel his fingers at my opening and have to close my eyes and look away, so it's quite a shock when I feel his tongue against my clit. I jerk away and ask what the fuck he's doing.

"You're dry, babe, I gotta get you lubed up a bit."

"Well don't do it that way." I snap, telling myself it's because I don't want to get a rash from his beard *down there* and it has nothing to do with me not wanting to have to compare him to Diana again.

"Okay." He shrugs and moves back up the bed. He reaches across me and grabs a condom from the bedside table.

"No." I take his hand before he can open it. "It's okay, I'm on the Pill."

He smiles. "If you're sure..."

"I am." If I'm going to do this, I doing it the right way.

"Okay."

He kisses me again and pushes himself inside me and it's all I can do not to bite down on his tongue, it hurts so bad. I've had bigger things up there of course. I can remember one hot summers afternoon, in a lust and tequila induced haze, Diana had managed to get her entire fist up there and, Lord, it felt so good. It makes me start to get wet just thinking about it before I realize what I'm doing. This whole thing was about me proving to myself that I'm straight and here I am fantasizing about another girl while I'm getting fucked by my boyfriend.

Trey's stopped kissing me now, he's just concentrating on grunting and thrusting and cumming.

And then he does and it's over. That's it? That's what all the fuss is about?

He rolls off me and pulls me against his sweaty chest. "Did you...?"

I say yes because if I told him I didn't the whole thing would have started all over again and once was enough.

I wait till he's asleep to make my escape. I extricate myself from his arms and experience the highly unpleasant sensation of his cum dribbling down the inside of my leg. I get dressed and remove any trace I'd ever been there from the room and hope that when he wakes up he'll think it was just a dream.

I walk back to my room feeling sore and used and even a little dirty, I have a shower and I cry because she was right, she always is.