Ntr’ed by My Friend - Part 4

I can't breathe, the legs moving,

betraying me not dressed, sneaking out to keep him dreaming.

The living room's bright,

pool wood biting her bare feet.

Blake's door looms ahead, shadowed and heavy.

His room guard, he's waiting.

Maybe he forgot, maybe I could run back, hide.

I want Alan, his warmth, his trust.

Erase this deal, this shame, please.

She stops, hand trembling near the knob, breath jagged,

chest tied with dread I promised a price.

One morning, then free gods no,

Beneath it touching me, pressing on my lips, claiming me.

Her breath hitches her mouth parts,

just slightly I her body's bracing itself,

her thighs clench *************.

The shadow doesn't just fall across her,

it wraps around her like a claim,

like it knows she belongs and her yet alive.

Like it remembers last night better than I do.

His hips shift, subtle but the shadow mauvis with it,

swaying over her face like a pendulum,

like a threat, like a promise.

T. Alan, if you saw me like this,

on my knees and her T, would you still love me?

Could you still believe I'm yours?

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