Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215 A Sad Attempt

Maybe she was right. I had not dated for too long. Since the

breakup with Aaron, I had completely closed my heart and refused all my admirers.

And I did not understand it. I had not dated him for long, and he wasn’t my first love. But after breaking up with him, I could not

move on.

Because of the catalysis of alcohol, my self-restraint gradually collapsed. I let myself recall every day and every moment with Aaron.

From that daring booty call, things had gotten out of my control, and my heart had kept moving toward him. I could by no means stop myself from falling in love with him.

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 depressed 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 unbuttoned my blouse with my fingers.

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 nipple.

Suddenly, I seemed to see Aaron’s lustful eyes in the darkness. Then, his hand slowly slipped 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 fingers down along the inside of my thighs, and rubbed the periphery of my pussy.

But masturbation was completely different from his caresses. The harder I tried to move my fingers in my pussy, 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 pressed his hot chest against mine. One of his hands gently held my face when he kissed my lips, 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 wet.

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 pussy was itchy. When my fingers 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.

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 kissing 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.