My Hot Forbidden Neighbor

I knew I was in love with you. Was I a fool for thinking you were in love with me too? - Jesu Nadal

🤍🖤🤍 Natalie 🤍🖤🤍

I don't like it when West snaps at me after making love. It makes me feel used. As if I could give him everything and still it wouldn't be enough.

I wipe my tears and take a deep breath to calm myself down. Sometimes he doesn't even want to come near me. This is one of those days. I get it he is upset and occupied. But whenever he does this, it makes me feel abandoned and ugly.

I look at my face in the mirror and wash it in hopes of reducing the redness spread across my eyes. After a while, he opens the bathroom door and says, "Come to bed..."

"So you could fuck me, then shut me out again?" I ask with indifference.

He sighs. "Nat..."

He takes a step towards me, trying to touch my arm, but I shrug him off. He stands there for a while, then says, "Sometimes I wish I hadn't told you anything. You worry too much... and you know how I feel about it..."

"Yeah, I get it. It's my fault."

My fault that I care and want him to do something about this fucked up situation...

I try to brush past him, but he grabs and pushes me against the wall while caging me with his arms. He cups my cheek in his palm and says, tracing my lips with his thumb, "Sometimes I wish I could have a fresh start..."

I blink at him to understand what he is trying to say.

He studies my face for a moment, brings his face near mine to kiss. "I am sorry," he murmurs against my lips and, like a fucking whore, I melt again. He presses his body into me, then crashes his lips onto mine.

He kisses me for good, tasting my lips and my mouth. I let out a moan without meaning to. When he slips his hand in my panties, my heartbeat quickens and a shiver runs down my thighs. I try to resist him. I am soaking wet and I don't want him to know.

Why does he have so much control over my body? I hate him and I hate myself for this.

I swear to God I feel his smirk across my lips. If he wasn't pressed onto me. I would have kneed him. I try to pull away, but he pins me hard.

He runs his thick digits across my slit while rubbing my clit with his thumb. I cannot help but shamelessly give in. When I rub my core to relieve myself on his hand. He pulls away from the kiss and says, "Ride it, Nat... Do it..."

He pushes two fingers inside. I squeeze my legs and squirm while he finger-fucks me. I try to match his rhythm to soothe the ache that has built up inside me. He takes a hard bite of my breasts above my clothes. I moan in pain and pleasure.

"Just keep going..." I say breathlessly and he fastens his pumps and my pussy starts clenching around his fingers. Soon enough, I shudder and go limp in his arms. He hugs me for a while, then he picks me up in his arms and takes me towards his room.

I look at his beautiful face, wondering how I even fall for this heartless boy and why he is being gentle right now.

He puts me down on his bed, then removes my clothes one by one. He leaves me a trail of kisses. My senses have heightened with an orgasm he just gave me.

With each kiss moving down and down, I feel his full lips wetting my skin, his light stubble scratching me. He kisses my cheeks, my neck, my shoulder, my breast. Then he moves to my stomach. I gasp when he opens my thigh and buries his face in. He licks and eats me out with patience. I tremble with every lick he takes across my pussy lips. He sucks, bites and flickers my clit with his tongue. I am too sensitive down there. It's almost torture.

Still, I am high in the thrill and passion of love he is showing. It's rare for him to do this for me.

My clit is achingly swollen and I am pulsing with need. I want something that belongs here. Not his fingers or his tongue.

"I need you West," I say desperately.

He gives me one deep, long smooch before pulling his cock out. He rubs it to my pussy lips and I shiver. Then he pushes into me again. I feel both relief and desperation at the same time. My pussy walls rubbing around his cock makes me forget all miserable thoughts I was having earlier.

He fucks me, and he fucks me hard. But still, this time it's somehow different. It feels like making love.

He isn't into slow and passionate things. But that's exactly what he is doing right now. Each deep thrust is a reminder of why he owns me. He knows how to play with me. Our bodies, bare and sweat mingling with each other, it's too much for me to handle. I tilt my core to urge him to go harder.

He pumps into me, just the way I want. When I feel his ragged breath, I hold his hips and slam into me harder. He is too deep into me. It almost hurts.

"Oh fuck, Nat. You are too much... " His voice is breaking and I know he is losing control, too.

He quickens his pace and within seconds, we both fall from the edge. We lie exhausted next to each other. Then to my surprise, he pulls me closer to spoon me. He holds me for long and I fall asleep in his arms, breathing in his comforting scent.

....

When I open my eyes in the morning, I notice him gazing at me. I smile and blush. I must look like a mess. I hate it when he points it out. But I cannot look my best, first thing in the morning.

"I will miss you," He says instead.

What?

I frown. "Where are you going?"

He doesn't answer at first, then he says, "I am going away for two weeks during summer break."

Summer break starts after a week.

"Oh..."

I look at his face again. Bruising has completely faded on one side of his face and is slightly visible on another. By Monday, it will be gone. He didn't hold back last night. Second time when we fucked, it felt like he was trying to comfort me. He removed his shirt. Showed his scars. Most of them have faded. Luckily, there aren't any new bruises. I was just overthinking.

He sits up in bed and pulls me towards himself and says, "Come here. I want to capture this moment."

I shake my head in horror. "Noo West, I look terrible."

"You look beautiful Nat... Come here..."

...

-After Summer Break-

🤍🖤🤍 Natalie 🤍🖤🤍

West has been avoiding me. I know he was on vacation during initial week. But something was odd.

After vacation, he told me his father was giving him a hard time, and he needed space. Then more and more excuses. I tried to move on. Even though he never said anything to me. But then he would breadcrumb and pull me back.

He barely talks or texts these days, but doesn't leave me alone either.

So last night, I confronted him. I asked Why didn't he call me? Why was his phone always busy? He asked if I was trying to spy on him. I was not! I just missed him. When called, his phone was busy.

Every. Damn. Time.

Doesn't he miss me? In school, it's formal between us, but at night, we used to talk about anything to everything. When my mind wanders to dark corners, I tell myself It's just a rough patch. He opened his heart to me. Told me his troubles at home. I told him about my insecurities. He is always pushing me to do better. I am always there to support him.

'We are better than that.' He would tell me whenever we saw a couple fighting.

I don't agree, but don't argue either. Fights are important sometimes. That's why I pushed him to talk last night, but he yelled at me. I avoid confronting him, to avoid the silent treatment that comes afterward. It isn't over.

'We are better than that.'

Our argument last night doesn't matter.

🤍🖤🤍 Natalie 🤍🖤🤍

As I see West and Riley walk together into the class, a dread rises inside me. Did he pick her up from home today? Is he talking to her every night? If out of all the people in the world, he has chosen her over me, then I am sincerely screwed. A few nights ago, her phone was busy when I tried to call her. But that could be a fluke. It has to be. We were supposed to tell others about us after the summer break. He wouldn't do that to me.

Tears prickle my eyes as Riley and West come and sit next to me. I try to calm myself. I know I am probably overthinking. He is right. I just need to give him space. I am probably suffocating him. Maybe things are difficult at home again. He goes into a strange mood for weeks sometimes. It's just that. I am sure. I have to talk to him. I manage to keep my tears at bay and we exchange pleasantries.

"Are you coming to the party on Friday, Riley?" She nods. Then he asks me, "What about you, Nat?"

I stare at his face as he talks so casually to me. Has he forgotten our argument? He doesn't forget. It's me who has to take a step to patch things up.

Always.

He would have answered my call and texts in the morning if he had forgiven me. There is nothing to forgive, though. Still, I need to subdue. I want to tell him NO. I won't go with you anywhere unless we fucking communicate. Only because he is having a hard time doesn't mean he has any right to give me hell, too. I want to show him I can live without him. But I wish I could believe it myself.

"Yes, she is," Riley answers instead. "Don't you dare make excuses this time Nat," She grabs my arm and tells me. "I will pick you up. You ain't yourself lately."

She noticed. Doesn't he see how miserable he is making me?

.......

I stare at myself in the mirror after getting ready for the Party. I take a pic and send it to Riley. I am not as beautiful as her. I need more effort to look better, but still, I am pleased with myself tonight. Riley often approves of my clothes. I have zero sense of clothing. It didn't matter to me before. But now I am getting more and more antsy about my looks. West isn't exactly kind with his words. He claims to be straightforward, but he doesn't realize he comes off rude sometimes. He doesn't notice how his words cut deep. But I guess it happens when you have a shitty family.

Last week wasn't any different. West has been talking to me at school. But it's superficial. As if 'us' before summer break didn't exist. He called me last night after missing all my calls on previous nights. Took me all my strength to not answer his call. Because I am planning to talk to him tonight. Face to face. We need to make things official if he wants to keep this thing between us. I cannot take this secret bullshit anymore.

Riley: 'You look awesome. My efforts are paying off :) I've a better idea about ur hair. I will redo it'

Me: 'literally blushing...'

Riley: 'We will reach ur place in five.'

We? Is she coming with West?

I look at myself in the mirror again. A wave of mixed emotions hit me. I should have picked his call last night. But he ignored me for weeks. Isn't it fair for me to ignore him for once? I take a deep breath to calm myself. West's car pulls over in our driveway and mom sends them upstairs.

Riley squeals as she sees me and hugs me tight.

"You look wayyy better than the pic." She gives me a pointed look. It's her way of saying 'Your selfie skills are shit.'

"Not better than you!" I roll my eyes. No one in our whole class looks as fabulous as her. She looks gorgeous without any effort. God save us when she puts in an effort.

"She gave you a compliment. Just fucking take it, Nat!" West comes next to me and gives me a side hug, smiling and kisses my temple. Just like that, it melts my heart. It's a platonic thing we often do. But still, It makes me feel better. I have been yearning for his affection. Once Riley is done with my hair, she goes to use the washroom. West stands next to me, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

"You look good tonight. You should do it often," He says, rubbing my back.

I turn my head to see if he is being honest. He leans in for a kiss, but I turn my face to let it fall on my cheek.

"I need to talk to you," I mumble.

He sighs. "Yes. It's due. Let's talk after the party." He gives me a tight smile, moving away from me. I nod.

Riley comes out, and we head out for the party. Riley is super excited. Her energy is infectious tonight. It's difficult to stay somber around her. Past week she tried her best to cheer me up.

"It's been really long since we three hung out together," Riley says as we sit in the car.

She is right. We used to have so much fun together before the summer break. Long drives. Random picnics and whatnot.

"Let's make the most of tonight," I say, smiling.

"Norris gonna drool all over you?" Riley smirks, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh, please!" I scoff.

"What is wrong with him? He is cute." Nothing is wrong. I am just not available. I glance at West.

"Seriously, give him a chance, Nat," West says.

I try to hide the surprise on my face and look at him sharply, trying to figure out if he is the same guy who was rubbing my back, leaning in for a kiss barely five minutes ago.

I take a deep breath and try to ignore the constant dread hovering over me for the past few weeks. I tell myself he is teasing me in front of Riley. That's all it is. Then I turn on the music and look out of the window.

I need to be calm. I will enjoy myself tonight.

After the party, we will talk anyway.

🤍🖤🤍 Natalie 🤍🖤🤍

I usually avoid parties. That explains the surprised faces when they see me there. Riley says it's because I look stunning. I catch up with some old acquaintances I know from race competitions in town.

Finally, the three of us stand there while West talks about his plans for the next match. He could talk all day long about his upcoming game as if he doesn't spend enough time with his playing, practicing and planning with his team. At Least there is something that makes him happy.

After a while, Norris calls out, Norris turns and calls out his name, "Hey WEST! Look who's here?"

We turn and West laugh, "Oh my Fucking GOD!"

He walks over to Norris.

"Who's that?" Riley asks me.

I glance in the direction and ask who?

"That Muscular tall boy..."

Then I spot him.. Standing next to Norris. I sigh.

"I wish I had that kind of tanned skin.."

She laughs. "You are perfect the way you are." I snort. Mom says that alot. I find it hard to believe.

"I am seeing him for the first time? West seems close to him"

I look at him again. She is right.

"I don't know..May be on the team."

After That I spent the rest of my time sitting in a corner with Riley, enjoying my drink, pondering my plans for the night. I am a little anxious about my talk with West.

"Let's go for games over there" She eyes a corner with beer pong going on.

"Shoot!" I say instead, as I notice Norris heading towards us. Riley grins as she follows my gaze.

"Care for a dance, Natalie?" He asks. I glance at the dance floor. There is barely any space to stand, let alone dance. The thought of sweaty bodies makes me shudder.

"I... I cannot leave Riley alone..."

Please back me up, Riley... Save me...

"Oh, don't worry! I have to use the restroom," and just like that she takes off.

Talk about a back-stabbing bitch.

But soon my annoyance fades. Because I have to say I actually enjoy my time dancing with Norris.

"I am glad you came tonight... Made my night better." He says after a while, leaning in and closing the distance. His words make me feel bad about leading him on. If I make my relationship with West public, such situations wouldn't arise.

As I glance at my watch and notice Riley has been gone for too long. I excuse myself from Norris to call her. When she doesn't answer, I call West. He doesn't answer either. After a while, I finally notice them going out of the house together. I call them again but they cannot hear me because of the damn music. I follow them out in confusion. Are they leaving without me?

As I follow them outside, I ignore that West is pulling her closer and His hands wandering all over her waist. As they near his car, he turns her towards himself. His hands tracing her body, finally reaching her face. I know what's about to happen. I know I am not prepared to see this. But still, I freeze in my spot as he cups her cheeks and kisses her. I tear my gaze just in time. But not before I see him fumbling to open the door to get them in the back seat. The same spot where I and West made love so many times.

I rush back inside, But I can't unsee what I saw. My mind cannot stop concluding the obvious. They have been sleeping together...

It wasn't their first time.

Riley wasn't shocked or reluctant.

I rarely join them at parties. They probably do this often. God knows for how long...

So many emotions hit me at once. Doubt, shame, confusion... I feel ugly and worthless. I grab a drink or two to numb myself and stare at a blank space on the wall trying to process the betrayal and heartbreak I am feeling right now.

How could he do this? That too with Riley? How would he feel If I slept around with his friends? I look around in frustration trying to spot someone. Someone close enough to West who can make him hurt the way I am hurting right now.

As I go for another drink, I hear a voice behind me.

"Go easy there..." Someone stands way too close to me. I glance towards him but don't object. I have seen him at school but don't know his name. West knows him. Probably he will work. I am afraid but maybe this is how West will notice that how he is ruining me... Day by day...

"Why do you care? It might serve you some purpose." I tell him while taking a gulp. He takes a hint and wraps his arm around my waist.

"Good point!" He smirks. "But I don't like sloppy girls in bed." He closes the distance between us, if that was even possible.

I know this is wrong, dangerous, and reckless, but somehow it seems irrelevant right now. As if nothing can hurt me as much as West has hurt me. As if sleeping with someone else will restore my self-worth. He steers me towards one of the bedrooms. As I walk with him I can feel my steps are not steady. I am way more drunk than I thought. But somehow I don't care about my safety right now. My head is reeling from all the memories I shared with West. Times when he told me I was beautiful. Times when he held me for hours. Times when he made me smile. We were meant to be together. We were meant to know each other better. But he is with someone else and I am about to do the same.

He tries to open a door, but it's locked. He takes me to a corner and pushes me against the wall and says, "I guess we will have to manage here for sometime..."

He plants his lips on mine. I try to remember when West had kissed me last time. If this boy feels any better. I don't like how it feels right now. He pulls my dress up and pushes his hand into my panty and mumbles against my lips, "Let me wet your pussy while we wait..." I don't react as if I am watching myself from a distance. I can imagine West doing the same to Riley too. Maybe even more.

As he strokes my folds with his fingers, I cannot help but imagine if West is fucking Riley right now?

Suddenly, a voice falls into my ears. "She's drunk, you asshole! Leave her alone!"

"She is my score. I wouldn't leave her without fucking," the guy objects.

It's Norris.

"She isn't going anywhere with you." He pushes that guy away from me and pulls my dress down. Not sure who he is to make that decision for me, but words don't come out of my mouth to raise an objection. Either I am too drunk to understand what they are arguing about or that guy lets me go easily. Norris grabs my hand and starts taking me out of the house. He says something, but I cannot make it out. I am fairly intoxicated and emotional to understand anything, and the music is deafening. My head pounds and I puke as we reach his car in the parking lot. He hands me a water bottle from his car. After a few minutes, I cannot help but glance towards West's car. The thought of them still being in there sobers me up.

"That was reckless, you know? Are you stupid or something?" Norris tells me.

I am stupid indeed. They were probably hanging out together in the summer. Talking to each other and I thought they were just too busy to meet me. I was too stupid to connect the dots. To understand the obvious. Did West simply want to sleep with me? All those promises. All that trust. Was he simply lying? Is this what everyone wants?

"Are you even listening to me?"

"What do you want from me, Norris?" I look at him sharply.

"What?"

"Why are you so fucking nice? I don't even pay attention to you. You must want something."

"Jesus!! I just saved you from that creep. Do you even know who he is?"

For some reason, Norris confronting me reminds me of West. How he always finds faults in me. Especially when I am about to confront him. He always deflects. I am sure when I confront him tonight, he will somehow put blame on me. Probably will tell me I didn't pick up his call last night or didn't kiss him back tonight. The thought itself makes me furious. I know Norris isn't at fault. He is the one who probably saved me, but him standing in front of me makes me angry at him. I have an urge to burst my emotions right now. The whole freaking summer break, the last week, and now finally this night! This cursed night! I have had so much anger simmering inside me for so long. It hurt so much. I want to hurt someone back.

"Did you save me so you could fuck me? Or do you need a blow job here?" I glance around to imply the empty parking lot.

He is taken aback at first, then shakes his head in disgust, "I was about to drop you home. But you know what? I don't want a bitch in my car anymore!" He paces away but turns after a few steps. "I am calling West. Don't go whoring around while you are drunk."

I chuckle dryly at myself. Such a gentleman. Tears finally come out of my eyes. I walk towards the park nearby to cry myself out.

... ...

I ignore their calls and messages for a while and silently cry on a park bench. Some boys from the party make their way in the park.

"Isn't she the one who was making out with James?" Someone asks, loud enough for me to hear.

"Yea... but Norris pulled her away. Shame! It was a nice show going on..."

"I wonder if she would have let James fuck her in front of everyone if Norris hadn't interrupted." Another guy says and I feel I will melt with shame.

As that group of boys start walking towards me, I text Riley to meet me near the car. I get up and walk towards the parking lot, trying to compose myself and get away from the creeps.

"I could show you a good time. Give me a chance!" a boy suggests, trying to pace with me as I walk faster.

"What about us?" someone asks him.

"uhmm! We all could run a train if she agrees."

"Just grab her! What's the point of asking? I am sure she will be wet!"

My heartbeat turns frantic and I almost rush my last few steps so I won't be blinded by the cover of bushes, dividing the park from the parking lot.

I feel a little better as I see West, Riley, and Norris standing and the boys leave me alone as they notice I am not alone anymore. Norris takes off as soon as he sees me. Riley hugs me and asks, "Where were you? Norris said you weren't being yourself.."

"I am not in the mood, Riley. Maybe tomorrow..." I tell her. As I sit in the front seat, I control my urge to puke. The car reeks of sweat and sex. I wish I hadn't gone mad at Norris for no reason. Then I could have avoided sitting in this car or near both of them. West is livid. I can see it on his face. I wonder if Norris told him anything.

"Of all the things in the world, Natalie, I never expected this from you." He says, shaking his head. I am not even sure what he is talking about? Me trying to sleep with someone while drunk or me wandering off in the park while drunk and alone.

But I want to tell him. Of all the things in the world, I never expected this from you either West. You sleeping with my friend. At the same time, I don't want to hurt Riley. I spat so much venom at Norris already, So I keep my mouth shut.

"Drop her first. I need to talk to you," I tell West as I see him taking the route to my house. There is heavy silence in the car. But he follows.

"I called you last night, but you didn't answer," He says after dropping Riley.

I stay quiet.

"You know how difficult you can be sometimes. Last time when I missed your call, you gave me hell."

I don't say how he has been avoiding me for weeks. It doesn't matter anymore.

"and tonight... Do you have any fucking idea what could have happened? Norris saved you and you still gave him a hard time. You can be a real bitch sometimes. You know that!"

I cannot stay quiet anymore. "You mean when you ignored me for the whole summer and I confronted you? And YOU... It was you who yelled at me!" I ignore his point about Norris. I won't let him linger on my mistakes tonight.

"GOD!! Don't tell me you are still stuck on that!" He shakes his head. "You know what! Let's give us a break for a week or two. We can talk again once you can think clearly."

Here it is again. A silent treatment ultimatum. He drives me home in silence. Tension is thick between us. But I have had enough. This needs to be over. Tonight. I wait until he pulls over in front of my house.

"So I see you like her?" I finally ask.

"What?"

"I saw you two in the back seat. I hope you had fun."

He doesn't say anything. I try to read his expression. Is he even ashamed? After all this time, we were together. We shared so much. How could he just start sleeping with someone else? That too Riley? I wonder if he plans to play games with her, too. Like he did with me.

"So you two gonna keep things hidden or gonna make things public?" I ask him, trying to keep the hurt in my voice hidden.

He sighs, "I like her Nat. I have always liked her. I have been trying to tell you about it. But you keep mentioning that God-Damn fight!" He ignores my question. But reality hits me hard. I still want him and aching that he chose her.

Tears burn my eyes. I knew this would happen. But it's still hard to believe that it's happening to me at this very moment. I was stupid to expect we could fix things tonight. He moved on a long time ago and I didn't even know.

I somehow manage to ask without my voice cracking, "Then what the hell are we West?"

West turns his head in confusion and asks, "What do you mean?" My heart cracks a little more. "We never were in a relationship, Nat. Wasn't it clear?"

My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I swallow hard. So all this time I was living an illusion? Yes, it wasn't official. But no, it wasn't clear. Why would he tell me, 'we are better than that?' when we saw other couples.

I get out of the car and rush towards my house. I don't want him to see me cry. I cried enough over him the last few weeks. I cried enough in the park tonight.

I knew.

I knew something was wrong. I kept giving myself false hopes.

I was stupid. So fucking stupid.

As I change my clothes, my head rushes with so many thoughts at once. 'We are better than that.' Because we ain't in a relationship? Is this he wanted to tell me? What are we?

Best friends with benefits?

As my phone rings with his call. I cannot help but break into a sob. I am good enough to share all his secrets. Good enough to sleep with him but not good enough for a relationship. Not good enough for others to know. He had told me we would tell others about us after the summer break. Why would he say that if we weren't in a relationship? Was he just gaslighting me all this time?

He calls me several times, but I lay next to my phone and cry myself to sleep. I don't want to be manipulated anymore. I won't talk to him.