After my orgasm, I collapsed on top of Lexi, wondering if I was ever going to be the same again with all the adrenaline rush I'd taken her with. My breaths felt choppy, and the muscles in my ass and thighs burned like hell.

It took me some minutes to return my breathing to normal. Raising my head, I found her gazing at me as if dazed. My guts gnarling with contrition, I realized I'd merely used Lexi to slake my frustration without caring to give her a release.

“Lexi, I'm so sorry. Christ how could I have handled you so roughly. It's just that I was...”

“Frustrated?” She offered. “I guessed as much. And believe me it's flattering to know I drive you so crazy that you didn't care much for foreplay.”

If only you knew.

“I didn't even ask for your consent...”

She placed her left index finger on my lips, shushing me. “David, you worry too much. I think we were both quite aware of how bad we wanted to fuck each other. I like men who are confident and like to assert the control they know they have.”

I didn't know whether to believe her. I'd grabbed her without her consent and taken her brutally, seeking only my pleasure.

“I'm clean by the way so no worries there." I'd been reckless enough not to even think of using a condom. God let her be on pills or something.

“Me too. And before you start to freak out, I'm on pills.”

Suddenly, a moan spilled from her lips, her neck arching and her eyes closing in bliss. Surprised, it was only then I realized the hand she'd wedged between us was stroking her sensitive bud. Levering myself from her and sliding back, I watched as she inserted a finger into her core, gasping with the action.

Obviously she was ravenous for a release. The sight was sexy as hell, I felt myself getting hard just by looking at her. But I felt I owed her an orgasm, so I swept my need aside and held her hand to stop her from touching herself anymore.

Her eyes opened to look at me, intense and questioning. Slowly pulling her fingers free from her sex, I replaced it with my own. Languorously lowering my head in a lewd motion, I said against her sex, “Let me.”

I worked her until she came.

**~**

For the following few weeks, Lexi and I flirted frequently over texts whenever I was at work and she at school, and then spent a lot of our nights in her house or mine. We fucked a lot, the sex was great, and though none of us had said anything about it, there seemed to be an unspoken knowledge that we were dating.

Lexi was beautiful and sexy, soft yet feisty, assertive yet submissive, and she could kindle that fire that held you spellbound. She was every distraction I could ever need when we were together, but once I was on my own, unwanted thoughts of Becky trooped in.

And in moments like when the two of us were cuddling and talking in my bed or the couch and all I could wish for was that it was Becky in my arms instead, the guilt assailed me like a thousand needles of reprehension.

Because even though Lexi hadn't said anything about how far she wanted us to go or how serious she wanted us to be, she deserved my loyalty while we were still going at this thing.

But I missed Becky, missed her with an intensity that made my chest hurt. And it hurt even more to think she didn't care about me.  It was as if I was a part of herself she'd torn off without feeling any pain, something she'd lost but felt no desire to retrieve.

She didn't call me once, and I was too proud and still too upset to call her. So one Saturday afternoon when my doorbell rang while Lexi and I were making out in the couch, I certainly didn't expect to find Becky at the door.

She looked as beautiful as ever, her red hair fiery under the sunlight, her blue eyes sparkling with uncertainty.

A frisson shot through me, my heart spasming with anticipation as I stared at her, speechless.

“Why, aren't you going to invite me in?” She asked seemingly nervously, her eyes taking in my shirtless torso before focusing on my face.

Too stunned by her sudden appearance, I merely stepped aside and beckoned her to come in. She did so hesitantly, walking towards the lounge. I knew exactly when she spotted Lexi because her steps faltered for a while before she moved on.

Lexi gave me a puzzled look, and I slanted her a smile before glancing at Becky who'd turned to look at me. “Can we talk, David?” Becky asked, then glanced over her shoulder briefly at Lexi. “I mean alone.”

I glanced at Lexi, and she immediately stood up from the couch, walking towards me. That was one of the things I liked about Lexi; she was good at reading eye signals and body languages and figuring out what you wanted without being told.

“I'll just be in the kitchen.” She whispered, then kissed me on the lips. She walked off after, and I stared after her, not prepared to face Becky just yet.

“She's your girlfriend?” Becky suddenly asked.

I finally glanced at her, narrowing my eyes as I frowned.  “Yes?” Was it shock and hurt I'd detected in her voice?

“You... You...” She stammered, seemingly still not over the shock of my confirmation. Suddenly, she said rather sharply, “Do you know the type of woman you are with?”

“Why the hell are you asking me that question?”

“I've never seen her with one guy more than twice, and they're always doing more than just talking. You know we kinda live in the same neighborhood, right?”

“How's that even part of your business?” I demanded gruffly.

She flinched at my tone, and her answer was more hesitant when it came. “I was just looking out for you. She shamelessly jumps from one man to another like...”

“What the fuck is your problem?” I muttered through gritted teeth, but enough to cut her off. “Are you that selfish that you can't be happy for me now that I've moved on? You'd rather I follow you like a lap dog forever even though you will never return my feelings? I won't allow you to insult the woman I'm with.”

“I only wanted to protect you. I don't want you to get hurt. And that woman...”

“Well I don't need you to protect me, Rebecca. I can take care of myself very well, thank you very much.” I snapped. “Now why did you come here in the first place?”