Unraveled by Desire

I cursed myself for forgetting the key to my locker in the staff room as I drove. I begged Felix, my co-worker at the bar, to cover for me while I rushed back home to retrieve it.

As I fumbled for the keys to the apartment I shared with my fiance, Michael, I noticed that the door was already unlocked. He should be at work, and the apartment should be locked, so why was it open? Had he come back to grab something too? I felt a shiver run down my spine as I clutched the door handle, pushed the door, opening it slowly. I could hear voices.

I stood frozen in the living room, my ears straining to pinpoint the source of the moans. "Mmmm...ahhhh...fuck, it feels so good." The voice was husky and familiar, sending a wave of unease through me.

My heart racing, I crept towards the bedroom door, trying not to make a sound as I pressed my ear against it to eavesdrop, my hand on the doorknob as I listened. I heard the sounds - the moans, the gasps, the unmistakable sounds of sex.

"Ah, Michael...oh my god...I want to suck your cock again before you make me come." A voice purred from the other side of the door. My eyes widened as the voice sounded familiar, like my best friend Laura's voice.

I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle the sound. "What the fuck?" I muttered quietly, my mind reeling. It couldn't be her, I must be hallucinating. And why was Michael in bed with another woman? He was supposed to be at work. A wave of anger and hurt washed over me, making my vision blur.

"You dirty little slut, you want to take my cock in your mouth, huh?" Michael growled, his voice low and husky. I heard a slurping sound, followed by a moan. "You like this cock so much, don't you?" Another slurping sound, and she moaned again. "Yes, yes...I love it..."

She was slurping and talking in between. "Does Mabel give it to you like this? Does she make you feel this good like I do?"

He groaned, "if you continue like this, I'm gonna come in your mouth, I wanna come in your pussy, Laura."

I gasped again as I heard her name, it really was Laura, she was fucking Michael. I could feel the tears threatening to drop as I realized what was happening. Michael, my fiance, was cheating on me with my best friend. I clutched the doorknob, my knuckles white with rage, as I listened to the sounds of their lovemaking. I had heard enough. With a surge of adrenaline, I turned the handle of the room door and pushed it open.

As I opened the door, I was met with a sight that made my blood boil. I saw Michael's naked body, Laura's head bobbing up and down as she sucked his dick on the bed. I stood there, frozen in shock, as they continued, so lost in the act that they didn't even hear me walk in or open the bedroom door.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I give blowjobs better than you, bitch!" I announced, throwing the ring on my finger at him.

Michael's eyes met mine, and they widened in surprise. He jerked back from Laura, his face pale. She turned and shrieked in surprise, and I saw Michael's face fall, his expression full of shock.

I scoffed, "Disgusting! The both of you!" I headed towards my drawer to grab my key. They both scrambled on the bed to put on their clothes, their movements frantic and awkward.

Laura tried to talk to me, to explain and apologize, and she started begging. "Mabel, please listen to me...I can explain..." But I wasn't having it. Michael, on the other hand, was speechless, unable to utter a word. He just sat there, his eyes fixed on me, his face filled with guilt and shame.

I was about to walk out the bedroom door when I changed my mind and decided to pack my belongings from the apartment. I couldn't bear the thought of coming back to face him, I needed to leave. Why should I be the one to leave? The thought of living in the apartment where my best friend and my fiance had been fucking each other behind my back was traumatizing. I could never sleep on the bed we shared again.

Michael finally spoke with my ring in his hand, "Mabel, wait, you can't leave like that, please, this was a mistake."

I turned to face him, my clothes still clutched in my hand as I shoved them into my suitcase. "Mistake? It sounded like you guys have been fucking for a while!" I shouted.

I packed my belongings while Laura and Michael continued to utter nonsense, their words barely registering in my mind. I just needed to get out of there. As I began to walk away with my suitcase, Michael followed me and grabbed my wrist, holding me back.

"Mabel, I'm sorry, don't leave, please," he pleaded.

I looked at him with anger and disgust. "Let go of me! You weren't sorry a few minutes ago when your dick was in her mouth!" I spat out angrily, removing his hand from my wrist. "Five fucking years down the drain, we were supposed to get married in a month." I said, my voice cracking with emotion. I would never cry in front of them, they didn't deserve to see my tears.

I turned to Laura, who was crying at this point. "And you," I pointed at her, my voice shaking with rage. "How could you? You're supposed to be my best friend."

I glanced at Michael and Laura one last time, my eyes filled with contempt. I gave them the middle finger, and then I dragged my suitcase out of the room, never looking back. I loaded it into my car trunk and settled into the driver's seat, the tears finally spilling out as I sobbed ugly sobs.

I still needed to get back to work, Felix was waiting for me at the bar, and I didn't have time to keep on crying. After a while, I cleaned my tears and drove back to work, my face puffy, my eyes and nose red.

When I got back to work, Felix and other coworkers asked what was wrong, but I couldn't utter a word about it. I wasn't ready to talk about it. I thanked Felix for stepping in for me while I went back home to get my key. The day went by quickly, and I took breaks frequently because I broke down in tears.

After the bar closed, I decided to tell my boss I'd be quitting after a month. I was going to move away to start afresh, I didn't have a choice but to stay in a hotel, I couldn't go back to my parents place, I disowned them a long time ago. I needed all the money I could get to rent a new apartment and get a new job. I needed to get away from all the things that reminded me of Laura and Michael.

As I walked out of the bar, I felt a sense of uncertainty wash over me. It would be so stressful to get a new apartment and a new job, I took a deep breath and started walking towards my car, the cool night air filling my lungs.

I heard a voice behind me. "Mabel, wait!" It was Michael. I spun around, my heart racing. What did he want now?

I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, as Michael approached me. I could see the desperation in his eyes, the pleading expression on his face. But I didn't care. I was done with him.

"What do you want, Michael?" I spat out, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I want to talk to you," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I want to explain what happened."

I laughed, a cold, hard sound. "Explain what happened? You think you can explain away what I saw? You think you can justify cheating on me with my best friend?"

Michael took a step closer to me, his eyes locked on mine. "Mabel, please listen to me. It wasn't like that. It was a mistake, a stupid mistake. I love you, not Laura."

I shook my head, feeling a wave of anger wash over me. "I'm not the one who threw away five years of our lives together and slept with my best friend."

Michael's face twisted in a mixture of guilt and desperation. "Mabel, please. Don't say that. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make it right."

I turned to walk away, but Michael grabbed my arm, holding me back. "Mabel, wait. Please don't go. We need to talk about this."

I jerked my arm free, my heart racing with anger and fear. "Let me go, Michael. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to see you. I'm done with you."

And with that, I turned and walked away, heading to my car, driving away, leaving Michael standing alone in the darkness.

The days that followed were a blur of emotions and activity. I informed Felix that I was quitting my job, and he was the only one I told. Michael and Laura had called and texted me several times, but I eventually blocked both of them. I was done with them.

My search for a new apartment and a job continued, both offline and online. Then I stumbled upon a notice about a girl named Hazel Harrison looking for a roommate in Dax City. I contacted her, and she agreed to meet up.

We met at her place, a cozy apartment in a quiet neighborhood. The apartment was fully furnished with a comfortable couch, a large TV, and a spacious room with a bed, a window with a nice view, and a closet. The bathroom had a big bathtub, and the kitchen was amazing too. I was impressed by the apartment's amenities and the low rent.

Hazel was a beautiful lady with long brown hair and black eyes, she was a friendly and welcoming person. She was 27, a year older than me, and had a chatty and humorous demeanor that made it easy for us to connect. Her cousin had bought the apartment for her, and she was looking for a responsible roommate to share the rent and living expenses. We exchanged phone numbers and she gave me a spare key for the apartment.

We talked about payments and agreed to split the bill. Hazel had a few conditions, which were no big deal for me. "No smoking indoors, no loud music at night, and no parties without informing me," she said, and I agreed immediately.

I was relieved to have found a new apartment and a roommate so quickly. I couldn't afford the entire apartment on my salary, so I was glad to have found someone to share the rent and living expenses.

After I left the apartment, I decided to check out the area around the apartment, looking for a job nearby. I walked down the street, taking in the sights and sounds of the neighborhood. I passed by a few shops and restaurants, and then I saw a bar that caught my eye. I walked in and asked if they were hiring, and to my surprise, they were. We talked about my start date and settled on a day that worked for both of us.

A month had passed, I finally quit my job, left the hotel I stayed at, and arrived at the apartment around 3 pm, after a long drive. Hazel wasn't around, so I settled into my room, unpacking and arranging.

As I was unpacking, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I had been so focused on getting away from Michael and Laura that I hadn't really thought about what I was getting myself into. I didn't know much about Hazel or her family, and I was starting to feel a little anxious about living with a stranger.

I pushed the thoughts aside and decided to take a bath to relax. I poured myself a glass of wine and settled into the tub, feeling the warm water soothe my muscles. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, feeling my tension melt away.

As I relaxed in the bathtub, my hands began to roam over my body, tracing the curves of my skin and exploring the contours of my flesh. I thought about how long it had been since I'd been laid, it had been over a month, to be exact - and how desperately I needed to feel the touch of another person. But for now, I was alone, and I had to rely on my own fingers to satisfy my cravings.

I brought my hands to my breasts, cupping them gently and feeling the weight of them in my palms. My fingers danced across my nipples, teasing them into hard, sensitive peaks. I moaned softly as I touched myself, feeling a spark of pleasure ignite within me.

I guided one hand down to my slit, feeling the warmth and wetness of my own arousal. My fingers slipped inside me, moving in slow, gentle circles as I began to rub my clit. A moan escaped my lips as I increased the pressure, feeling my body begin to respond to my touch.

I parted my legs wider, feeling the water lap against my skin as I continued to touch myself. My fingers moved in and out of me, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed and urgency. I gasped as I slipped a second finger inside me, feeling my walls clench around me as I began to get more wet.

My moans and the sound of the water in the bathtub created a symphony of sound that filled the bathroom. I continued to massage my breasts and nipples with one hand, while fucking myself with the other. I was close to coming, and I could feel my body building towards a crescendo of pleasure.

I removed my other hand from my breast and brought it to my clit, circling it with my fingers as I continued to thrust my other hand in and out of me. My hands worked in harmony, moving in perfect sync as I increased the pace of both.

"Fuck... mmm...." I moaned out, my voice barely above a whisper. I came with a convulsion of my body, my legs shaking and my muscles tensing as I rode out the wave of pleasure. I didn't stop touching myself until my body came down from its high, and then I slowly slipped my fingers out of my pussy.

But even as I lay there, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, I knew that I wasn't satisfied. I needed more - I needed the touch of another person, the feel of a cock inside me. I was still horny, still craving the physical connection that I had been missing for so long.

I stayed in the bathtub a bit, before I headed to the toilet to pee. After I finished my business, I walked out of the bathroom with a short towel wrapped around my body. Just as I was about to change, I heard the doorbell ring. I thought it was Hazel and wondered why she was using the bell instead of her keys.

"Who could that be? Did Hazel forget her keys?" I muttered to myself. "The door was locked when I got here."

When I got to the door, I was surprised to see a tall, handsome stranger standing there instead of Hazel. The man, dressed impeccably in a black suit, his dark hair styled neatly, accentuating his broad shoulders and athletic build, his lips full and small. He exuded an air of self-assurance and charisma that immediately caught my attention. His deep brown eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, seemed to pierce through me, making me feel seen and captivated.

He looked at me, his eyes scanning my body, and his eyes darkened. I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I then remembered I was still wrapped in my towel, and it was really short. I panicked, suddenly feeling self-conscious and clutching the towel tightly to my chest.

"Hi. You must be my cousin's new roommate," he blurted out, his voice, making my knees go weak. He stretched out his hand, inviting me to shake it.

I stood there, frozen, lost for words, my eyes locked on his. I couldn't believe how handsome he was, still feeling horny from before, my mind started to wonder what it would feel like to kiss him, his hands roaming around my body, his cock in me. I gulped.

He snapped me out of my trance as he spoke again. "My name is Steve Harrison; it's nice to meet you," a smirk played on his lips, almost like he could see right through me.

I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to back away. This man is dangerous. But my body seemed to have other plans, as I felt a spark of attraction that I couldn't ignore.

I took a deep breath and reached out to shake his hand, my heart racing with anticipation. What was I getting myself into?

I took it, feeling a jolt of electricity as our palms touched. His hand was warm and firm, and I felt a spark of attraction that I couldn't ignore.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Mabel." I said, trying to sound casual.

Steve's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a sense of tension between us. It was as if we were both waiting for something to happen, but neither of us knew what.

As we stood there, the air seemed to thicken around us. I could feel the weight of Steve's gaze on me, and I knew that I had to break the spell.

"I should probably get dressed," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Steve's eyes flickered to my towel, and I felt a surge of embarrassment. "Yeah, maybe that's a good idea," he said, his voice low and husky.

He dropped my hand, then allowed himself inside the house. I was still standing by the door like an idiot when he walked past me. I pulled myself together and closed the door before I embarrassed myself further. I turned around, and he was already in the kitchen, making himself comfortable.

"Yeah, why don't you come inside and make yourself comfortable?" I said sarcastically.

I heard his deep chuckle from the kitchen, and my heart raced. I felt a surge of adrenaline, and my palms started to sweat. What was this reaction coming from me just because of a laugh?

"Don't worry, I will," he called out from the kitchen, his tone laced with amusement.

I walked to my room and shut the door behind me, leaning against it to catch my breath. My heart was pounding, and my palms were still sweaty. I was thinking about how I missed having a cock in me a few minutes ago, maybe this was a sign?

I took my towel off and headed to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I didn't like what I saw. My hair was a mess; the bun I'd tied had come undone. My cheeks were flushed, and I felt embarrassed knowing I'd been out there looking like this in a short towel.

I splashed water on my face, then walked out of the bathroom and went to look for some clothes to wear. I settled on a black t-shirt and blue shorts to look decent, then ran a brush through my hair.

I opened the door to my room and found Steve sitting in the living room, a cup of coffee in hand, and some papers spread out on the table before him.

He heard me enter and raised his head to look at me. A soft smile played on his lips, and I felt myself getting lost in it.

"You're waiting for Hazel?" i asked

"Yeah, we were supposed to meet here, I thought she was already here, she didn't tell me you'd be arriving today." He looked away and went back to reading the papers, leaving me feeling awkward and out of sorts, wishing Hazel had informed me about her cousin's visit. It then dawned on me that I hadn't called to tell Hazel I'd be coming today, I couldn't believe I'd forgotten to inform her.

"I was actually the one who did not inform her I'd be coming today," I confessed while chewing my lips.

"That's fine, why don't you sit down for a while?" he asked, his gaze fixed on me, trying to gauge my reaction. I cleared my throat and looked away, feeling self-conscious.

"Sure, why not?" I mumbled to myself, taking a seat beside him. He smelled so good, and I found myself drawn to him, his cologne filled my nostrils, a mix of woodsy and citrus notes

"So, Mabel..." he started, his voice low and seductive, making me look at him. My heart fluttered as he said my name, and I found myself drawn to his dark, playful eyes. I wanted to run my hands through his hair but stopped myself, shaking my head to clear my thoughts.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 26," I replied, looking down and fidgeting with my fingers.

A silence fell between us, and I struggled to think of something to say to him.

"Hmmm," he hummed low in his throat, sending chills down my spine. I lifted my head, he smiled a little and looked like he was deep in thought while watching me.

So, what do you think of the house so far?"

I shrugged, feeling a bit more at ease. "It's nice. I like the decor."

Steve chuckled. "Yeah, Hazel has a great sense of style. I'm sure you two will get along great."

"You don't talk much, do you?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No, not really," I said softly, feeling the awkwardness between us grow. He leaned back on the couch, crossed his arms on his chest, and looked pleased with himself, as if he'd just figured something out.

"I'm 29, Mabel," he said, my name rolling off his tongue. I loved the way it sounded, and it made my heart flutter.

He took his hand to his lips and traced them with his thumb, my eyes following his thumb on his lips. I focused my gaze at his eyes and found him looking at my lips, causing my cheeks to redden.

And then, without thinking, Steve leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it sent shivers down my spine.

As we pulled back, I felt a sense of wonder. I couldn't believe what had just happened.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to do that."

I shook my head, feeling a sense of clarity. "No, it's okay. I wanted you to." I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards him, if only he knew i wanted him to fuck me earlier at the door.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked with his gaze still lingering on my lips

"No, I don't. If I did, I wouldn't let you kiss me," I replied, resting my hands on my lap.

"You don't?" he asked, cocking his head to the side, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"No, I don't. Why do you look surprised? Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked curiously, my curiosity piqued.

"What do you think?" he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I don't know," I laughed, trying to hide my nervousness.

"I don't have a girlfriend," Steve's face lit up with a smile, and he leaned in to kiss me again. This time, it was deeper, more passionate, it deepened quickly, his tongue seeking entrance, which I willingly granted, I could taste the coffee on his breath. His hand moved from my chin to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I moaned softly, my body melting into his.