Throughout his date with Jessy, Daniel was so absorbed in his phone that he barely noticed anything Jessy said. He was messaging Natasha, and they had never had this kind of conversation before. It felt unreal. Jessy tried to get his attention and even reached for his phone, but he was quick enough to stop her. If she had read the messages, they would have been exposed. His heart raced, sweat forming on his brow.
"What's going on?" Jessy demanded. "You've been on your phone the entire time, and you're acting shady."
"There's nothing going on. I respect your privacy, so I expect the same from you," Daniel replied. "I can't be with someone like you anymore. You complain about everything, except when it comes to spending my money. Let's break up."
He stood, motioned for the waitress to take the check, and left.
"You b*st*rd!" Jessy screamed, drawing the attention of everyone around. Daniel walked out without a glance back. He felt strangely satisfied. The timing was perfect.
"Why did she try to grab my phone? She should have stayed clueless. If I'd kept her as my girlfriend, she could have discovered my messages to Tasha. No, she had to go—she's way too nosy," he muttered to himself, smirking as he drove home.
Meanwhile, Natasha was pacing nervously, anxious beyond reason.
"What's happening? Are they… together? Did he just use me? Am I being played?" Tears welled in her eyes as she felt foolish.
When Daniel arrived thirty minutes later, he found her in tears.
"Why are you crying, Tasha? Who upset you?"
"Leave me alone! You just used me! You're a playboy, Daniel. You sleep with women and leave them. You've never been in love. I got played. I can't believe this!"
"No! Look at me, Tasha. I would never do that to you. Don't compare yourself to those girls. You're way above them—and even above me," he said, kneeling to meet her eyes. "Yes, I've been with others, without feelings. But you… you're different. You're my first love, the only girl I've ever truly loved. You know me better than anyone."
Tears streamed down his face. "I've never been this vulnerable with anyone before. You break my walls. I need to confess something… I indulge myself often. Not because I can't stop, but because no one satisfies me like you do. But with you, it's different. Our love is forbidden, dangerous—but it heals me, and it terrifies me."
Natasha tried to comfort him. "I'm sorry for judging you. I didn't know. I honestly thought you wanted to break up. Everyone thinks you're a playboy, switching girls like sheets. I panicked. I overthink everything."
Shuuush he placed his one hand on her lips and used his other finger to rub her thighs. He sent it all the way down and rubbed his fingers on her p*ssy. He rubbed it until her pantie was soaking wet. He kissed her passionately and picked her up from the floor like a baby. Carried her and placed her on the wall.
Shifted her pant to one side and rubbed his d*ck with saliva. He thrusted it into her with a strong and fast pace. She screamed with pleasure. Her banged her on the wall for minutes holding her up in the air with her back on the wall and legs parted wide with his arms. For the first time, he cummed inside of her. I couldn't control myself he apologized as he carried her back to bed.
Minutes later, a knock on the door startled Natasha. She opened it to find Pat standing there, looking concerned.
"What are you doing here?" Natasha asked, her voice shaky.
"Why is your face so pale? Are you sick? Let me in," Pat demanded, nudging her aside. "I tried calling and texting, but you weren't picking up. I left my laptop here for breakfast. Why is everything such a mess? You yourself look… suspicious. Are you involved with someone? You look like someone just finished having fun. Spill the truth!"
Natasha quickly became defensive. "No! Why would I do anything like that here? I'm just tired and probably hungover."
Pat sniffed. "It smells like… never mind. I'll stay the night and leave tomorrow. I'm bored, and my boyfriend is out of town."
Natasha smiled, forcing cheerfulness. "Of course, you're always welcome." She texted Daniel discreetly: We have a problem. Pat's spending the night with me. Go to your room. I'll come get the contraceptive pill when she's asleep.
The two friends chatted until Pat dozed off. Natasha tiptoed to Daniel's room, retrieved the medicine, and tried to leave—but he caught her.
"Not so fast, Tasha," he whispered. "Let me kiss you for just a few minutes."
They kissed until they lost all sense of time, interrupted only by Pat's voice from down the hall. Natasha panicked, but Daniel hushed her and told her to hide. Once Pat moved away, Natasha returned quietly to her own room.
"Why are you shouting my name at this hour?" Natasha asked. "Are you scared to sleep alone?"
Pat slept off without saying a word and Natasha was just on her phone texting Daniel. He sent her a video of him masturbating. "Welcome to my world", he added. She felt flustered at first but after a moment she kept on watching him.
He stroked his d*ck and moaned softly. She had to reduce the volume not to wake Pat up. He used lubricant and continued to stroke his d*ck in an up and down motion. He played with his balls and the tip on his d*ck. He moaned in the video and said," I wish I could c*m in your mouth"