Dawn Robertson - Finding Willow

He nods and continues to strip. As his boxer-briefs fall to the floor, I can’t help but let out a gasp. His fucking dick is huge. I mean, I have seen some big dicks in my time, but this boy would be porno gold.

“I guess that’s why you keep this one around.” I continue to stare at Levi’s gorgeous cock.

“Come here, Levi,” Seven says, and he takes his position between the two of us. I watch him like a fresh piece of meat, but I’m almost pissed that he’s coming between Seven and me before I’ve had time to get off. The fun was just beginning when he decided to walk in and join our party.

“Fuck me, now. Up against this wall. Hard and fast.”

Possessive Seven makes her appearance, and I know exactly where this is going. She has no intention of sharing Levi, despite all of the men we have enjoyed together in the past. She continues to demand his attention, to pull him in her direction. Everything about her screams, mine . She is marking her territory. She might as well piss on him. It’s hysterical and endearing all at once. Finally, Seven James has fallen in love. Real fucking love. It is clear from her actions, her controlling nature over him when I walk into the picture. I’m not the jealous type, but right now, I wish I could be Levi, or even Seven.

His arms wrap around her waist, and Seven wraps her legs around him, pressing the heels of her feet right into his ass. I stand alongside them, watching, as I begin to finger myself again. I roll my fingers over my hard clit, before I press two fingers inside my cunt, searching for my g spot and some sort of relief. I need to fucking come already.

In one hard thrust, Levi plows his dick inside of Seven. I’m jealous, because I wish I was him right now. He follows her instructions carefully, fucking her hard against the shower wall. His hand reaches between their slippery bodies, grazing his thumb over her swollen clit, and that’s when I see it. Seven starts to let go, and she comes all over his dick. He claims her orgasm, when I want to.

“Fuck! Levi! Feels so fucking good. Fuck my pussy harder!” Her words are sexy, and I continue working my cunt, praying for some sort of relief.

“Your pussy is fucking heaven,” he grunts against her neck, and I can’t help but laugh.

“I completely agree with that, Levi. Her fucking cunt is heaven!” I want a piece of it, but instead I run my fingers over my erect nipples, gently tugging at each one as my fingers rub my clit.

“Oh fuck,” Levi gasps as he slams one final time inside Seven. I know they’re finished, and I’m still looking for my own release. Watching them maul each other with such erotic and carnal passion has done me in. I flick my clit one last time, and my own orgasm squirts all over the floor of the shower. I’m embarrassed. Seven has seen me release like that for years, but Levi’s new. I don’t think he even notices, though, because he is so focused on Seven.

I lean against the wall and watch as Levi slowly starts to pull his softening dick out of Seven’s dripping cunt.

“Lick my cunt clean, Star.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I step in front of her and lower to my knees on the shower floor. Levi grunts; his hand reaches down for his semi-erect cock and begins stroking. I waste no time going to work, licking and sucking on Seven’s deliciously used pussy, cleaning every ounce of Levi’s come from her.

With her cunt still in my mouth, I speak. “I want a ride on that.” I motion to Levi’s dick. I’ve had a lot of dick in my lifetime, but there is just something about that one that I don’t want to pass up. Maybe it’s the size and girth combination, but holy fuck. She is one lucky woman.

“I’ve got a better idea,” Seven counters. “This is what we are going to do when we get out of here. First, I am going to get my strap-on. Then I am going to fuck you, while Levi fucks me.”

I can’t argue with that. I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to end this night. I nod in agreement, and we all rinse off and head for the bedroom.

I stand in front of the mirror in the spare bedroom examining all the bruises on my body. I want to go to sleep, but I know Seven and Levi are waiting for me in her colossal bed. Would she really be upset if I didn’t join them? Would it damage our already broken friendship? Or would it help to repair the destruction I’ve already caused? I slide my floor length, white silk robe over my shoulders and tightly tie the belt.

The decision is final. I don’t want to join them. The shower was more than enough. If I could have a night of Seven alone, that would be one thing. This sharing thing with someone she clearly cares about just isn’t for me. Love and sex just don’t mix for me. Unless it’s with Seven.

I make my way down the hall and tap lightly on her bedroom door before entering the room. Seven and Levi are lying on the bed together, her soft naked body wrapped in his strong arms. His gaze never meets mine, not once, because he is so wrapped up in my best friend. I can empathize, because I’ve been there. Someday, I will admit that Seven was my first love, but now certainly isn’t the time.

My decision to walk away flies out the window. I fucking hate being so confused, but I can’t help it when it comes to Seven. Everything about her screams touch me .

I slip my robe off, and slide into bed next to her. I run my fingers through her wet hair, and her body goes rigid. Something is wrong. Her body has never once rejected my touch, and it’s a slap to the face. I want to cry, but I won’t let them see me hurt.

“I can’t do this.”

She sits up and the rejection stings. Once again, I am put aside for someone else. The story of my life. I always thought Seven could relate, because she was always the unwanted child in her family. We bonded over that. We became each other’s rocks. Now, she’s pulling away, like everyone else.

“I’m sorry, Star. I love you, and I always will, but I just can’t do this anymore. I never thought there would be a day when I just couldn’t share anymore. But I’ve made it there.”

I don’t want to be, but I’m happy for her. I am a giant selfish bitch for being upset by it. Who wouldn’t want their unavailable best friend to finally fall for someone? I couldn’t keep her forever, because Seven was never mine to begin with. Even if she is all I’ve ever wanted.

Maybe it isn’t Seven. Maybe I have always just wanted someone who will love me for the fucked up ball of mood swings I am? My very own love. My very own happily ever after. Is it possible? If Seven James can get one, I may just have a fighting chance.

“It’s okay, Seven. You don’t have to apologize for finally finding happiness in your life. I can tell by the way you look at him. He’s good for you.”

I stand up and pick up the long white robe, slipping into it.

“You will always be my best friend, no matter what. We may not be little kids anymore, but you will always be my sister.”

And like that, I walk out the door, down the hallway, and to the guest room, where I finish packing up my bags. I want to be gone in the morning before Seven gets up for work.

All night long, I pray sleep will take me. But it doesn’t. I toss and turn in the spare bedroom. I stare at the ceiling as if it holds the answers to life. I play games on my cell phone and cruise Instagram to catch up with friends. Through it all, my mind won’t stop racing. I contemplate getting out of bed and going to Seven so many times throughout the night, but decide it’s against my better judgment.