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The other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by, the other woman will spend her life alone- Lana del Rey in The Other Woman
You never expected to find yourself in a situation like this. There were high expectations placed upon you by everyone around you, more so by yourself. So to be “the other” was something that never fell in line, not even in your wildest dreams.
Glancing at the tablet in the hands of the man beside you made you feel shameful, disappointed, disgusted even with yourself.
If it had been anyone else you’d be tearing them apart with judgemental comments you prided yourself in not having. But now you’re the one being teared up and apart by the side glances, the whispered comments, the judgemental stares; because everyone knew and even with all the PR stunts they pulled nothing would change the fact that half the world had already seen it, screenshotted it and shared amongst each other.
HEADLINE: MODEL PANSA VOSBEIN AND ACTRESS PATTRANITE LIMPATIYAKORN FOUND IN A SCANDALOUS AFFAIR.
Under the headline, big and centered, a very clear image of you and Love kissing. And not just any kiss, no. You had the petite woman pinned to a wall, hand under her clothes, lips claiming her like the last drop of water in the desert, your right leg pressed between the red haired woman.
But Love was no innocent bystander in the picture, her left hand was tangled in the taller woman’s hair, clearly pulling you in further. Her other hand was clasping the buckle of your belt pulling it away from the object of her desire.
The picture was scandalous, a clear moment of passion caught without the consent of any of the parts.
You downed the rest of the martini in your glass, your mind taking you down memory lane as the images of that night came tumbling down again.
You were at the club with friends. Not the usual you and your friend like to frequent, sadly you were part of the promotional campaign for this club so you had to party there once in a while — maybe you need to set some clear boundaries with your manager about the work she finds for you.
Thankfully you could bring anyone you wanted without having to pay — not that it would present as an issue, but free was always nice. “The more the merrier”, they said and you took advantage of it to start your birthday celebration a day early with the whole gang.
The private room was a lot smaller than you expected. but you all could fit in just fine, you weren’t that many anyways.
Drinks were already rolling on the third round by the time she arrived, wearing a short skirt that left her glistening toned legs on display, a cropped tee that hugged her frame in such a sinful way and her lips were painted in a red that begged to be smudged by your owns.
You had at least two glasses of martini, half of Emi’s whiskey and several shots of tequila Ciize had egged you to do with her, so your mind was fuzzy and your inhibitions were lowered to a shameful point, and it only hurt more that you were never able to control yourself well around her.
It came as no surprise to anyone that when she noticed there was no place for her to sit, your solution was to pull her to your lap, and she went willingly, already expecting something like this. She threw her head back in a loud giggle and your eyes got lost in the creamy expanse of her neck, the exposed skin begging for your lips to touch them, the fragrant smell of her perfume intoxicating you mixed with the strawberry daiquiri she was sipping from.
And as her eyes met yours, you knew damn well that she was aware of everything cursing through your mind in that moment, she was enjoying it, but more than that, she was encouraging it, she wanted you to continue.
The night wore on like that, in a dance of cat and mouse that you weren’t aware of which was which.
You let her drag you to the dance floor, let her grind herself on you and drive you insane, having to hold yourself back from doing something you’d both regret and being mocked by your friends, who all knew the depths you’d go for the petite woman clinging to you as if she wished to mold herself to your body.
At some point you were dragged outside to cool off.
- At some point you’re going to have to put a stop to that, Milk.
Namtan’s voice held no real judgement, she was aware her friends had never crossed the line that would make everything too complicated. But she wasn’t stupid, she could see that it would only take one moment and it would all be gone.
- You’re going to have to teach me how. — you sighed.
- Well start by not letting her sit on your lap and grind on you like that.
- Easy for you to say! — you groaned, a long suffering groan.
Silence stretched between you two, each one lost in their own thoughts.
The door opened and a few of your friends spilled out, laughing and joking with each other, clearly having drunk one too many. You take advantage of that to slip back inside.
A karaoke match is currently happening with Film and Bonnie clapping loudly to a drunk Ciize’s rendition of a random Halsey song you couldn’t care to catch the title of. She’s not in the room with the others so you go back in the hallway, changing directions and you come face to face with her.
She’s leaning against the wall outside the bathroom, typing furiously on her phone, her crinkled brows and pouty lips one of the cutest things you’ve ever laid eyes on. You approach her and her eyes rise to meet yours, a smile blossoming on her lips, but it’s short-lived as her phone starts to ring and the name on display makes you cringe.
She gives you an apologetic smile, walks away and now starts arguing on the phone, you can’t understand what she’s saying from where you are but it’s heated and clearly annoying her. So when she finally hangs up, you walk to her and pluck the phone from her hand slipping it into your back pocket. Your arms automatically circle her waist from behind, chin resting on her shoulder, your lips graze the side of her neck and you can feel her body shiver.
- It’s my birthday. — you say, voice dropping to a low husk — Focus on me.
She turns in your arms and you get the full picture, her eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed down to her neck, biting her lip, head tilted looking at you. She didn’t step away from your arms in fact she stepped further into your embrace, her nose going up to your neck making you sigh and your body tremble, her lips soon followed nipping and sucking on any expanse of skin available she could reach — maybe I’m dreaming this — you think to yourself as her teeth graze your skin and you have to hold back from moaning.
- I am… — she pants in your ear, fingers grazing under the hem of your blouse — And that’s exactly the issue.
Her words startle you slightly, making you pull back a little to look at her. You can see the consternation in her features, despite her trying to mask it, she’s fighting something and it’s clearly gaining the best of her.
- Let me help ease it up then. — you offer — What can I do?
Your words seem to send her brain into short circuiting, she stares at you for longer than it should take her to process the simple words you said.
But when she does, it's like the pathways to your mind opened to allow you to experience nirvana and nothing else mattered.
Because her lips fell onto yours, at first a light touch, just barely there, tempting, afraid and hesitant. And just that felt better than any other kiss you ever had, her lips were softer than plumes and you couldn’t stop yourself even if you tried.
A sigh escaped her lips and you took advantage of it to deepen the kiss, your tongue slipping inside her mouth, her hand tangling in the tresses of your dark hair, breaths beginning in one lung ending in another.
Your right hand found the curve of her hip, lightly tracing it down the swell of her ass, a gasp falling from her parted lips indulging you into slipping your own lips down the column of her now exposed neck. The position was a tad awkward, you having to bend to reach her better, so you did the next best thing.
You swallowed the moan that travelled up her throat the moment you pressed her against the wall, one knee raised up for better support, a knee that pressed up against her wet panties. You pull back from the kiss to stare at her, Love’s eyes were closed, lips parted, a flush colouring her whole body, she looked beautiful in a new light — she is a beautiful woman, no one could ever take that from her — but here, now, flustered and clearly aroused was something different, something that brought to the forefront of your mind some of the most depraved thoughts you could ever have.
Because all you could think was to make her scream your name in as many different fonts as possible.
Her eyes opened to stare back at you, dark and unfocused, not from being drunk but from being more aroused than she could describe and you were certain you looked just the same, maybe worse.
Small hands are in your hair again pulling you down into a heated kiss, a battle of tongues and desire, your hand slips under her tee making her moan out loud, she wasn’t wearing a bra so you make contact direct with her perky nipples, the tips of your fingers grazing them ever so slightly, one after the other driving the younger woman insane. Her hips buckle against your leg and you feel her moistness sliding up and down your skin.
And that’s what breaks you out of the trance.
- Love… — you start, panting as her lips descend to your pulse point, sucking and nipping — We.. can’t…
- We can…
She pulls you back in for a kiss, clearly intending on continuing what you just started. Frustrated at not having you kissing her back, she moves down to your jawline trailing kisses down to your neck.
- Love…
You feel her irritated sigh against your skin, she bites down on your shoulder, hard making you hiss in pain.
- We, uh… we have an agreement — she starts, trying to dissipate the bubbling lust inside her — I can sleep with any woman I want, as long as it’s not a regular thing and I tell him beforehand, and I'm not… — she trailed off, you could see the conflict in her eyes — Yeah, that’s it.
- Are.. are you sure? — you want to ask more, but you also want to keep kissing her and do so much more.
- Yes, I am. — her answer came strained by frustration and desperation — Now, please fuck me.
You wouldn’t have to be asked twice. You let her down before pulling her with you to the end of the hall, it was a good thing you’d prepared for each and any eventuality.
Slipping the key out of your pocket you opened the door to a private suite, much like the private room it was small, sporting a queen bed in white sheets, the walls painted in white and deep blue with decorations in purple that were offending to the eye, but she couldn’t care less.
The room was intended for anyone who got too drunk to sleep it off until they were to leave, but this was a much better use for it.
As soon as the door closes, you feel yourself being pushed to sit down on the bed, Love climbs on your lap, your lips meeting in an instant kiss like two magnets. Your hands travel under her skirt massaging her toned legs before slipping them up to her ass, it's a miracle you’re still able to breathe, the little sounds escaping from her mouth at every touch of your hands on her body could be enough to make you faint, but her hips rolling in your lap searching for any sort of friction would be the K.O that took you out.
Your hand slips from her ass, up her back until you reach the hem of her cropped tee and pull it over her head, coming face to face with her perfect mounds. You dive right in, lips closing in over her nipples, gushing from your nether regions hearing the exhaled moan she lets out; one hand grips your hair pulling you impossibly closer while the other scratches at your back.
- Milk, please…
You nearly lost it, your arm tightening around her waist pulling her impossibly closer. She was definitely trying to kill you, being this perfect, this desperate to have you fucking her. You weren't one to play dumb, especially not with the woman you’d been lusting after for years on end.
Switching positions, you remove the excess clothes from your body and hers, leaving you both naked, staring at each other with lustful eyes.
Your lips meet again in an urgent feverish kiss, her hips buckle up into your abs, trying to get as much friction as she can from you before you decide to take her out of her misery. Trailing kisses down her jaw, to her neck, you spend some time swirling your tongue on her collarbones driving her more desperate, small cries of your name and unintelligible things escape her lips. Your lips keep their descent making a slow and agonising stop on her breasts, you take your time kissing one and then the other, your tongue coming out to play with both nipples as your lips close around them, trapping it in the warmth.
She squirms and moans shamelessly at your assault on her breasts, hips buckling uncoordinated, failing to get what she needed. You travel down her soft abs, kissing the expanse until you’re finally at the apex of her pubis, you kiss from one hipbone to the other, the whole expanse of her mons pubis, until you finally reach heaven.
You lick from her entrance up to her clit and marvel in the way her mewled out gasp electrifies you, you’ve slept with a selection of women but none that left you so on the edge of a precipice without even being touched, you feel like you could cum just from touching Love.
You circle your tongue on her clit a couple of times before flattening it and pressing it hard against the nub, Love’s hand flew down to push your head further against herself as filthy moans spilled from her lips. Slipping lower your tongue slipped inside her wet tunnel and her body tensed up, legs quivering, hands tightening in your hair.
- Faster, fas…
You readjust your position to give her just what she wants. Mouth slipping back to her clit, you bring your right hand up and slip two fingers in without warning, she’s wet enough that it doesn’t hurt her but you know the stretch burns from the way her yelled out moan comes with a hiss, but the arch of her back and the way her hips try to match the rhythm of your fingers curling inside of her at a rapid pace, tells you how much she enjoys it.
It doesn’t take too long for her to spill on your mouth and fingers, but you don’t stop, you keep going, fucking her through her orgasm until you feel her body tense up again, this time it takes even less time and you feel it gushing out of her, leaving you soaked and smug.
You’ve been friends long enough to know that she’s never had a squirt.
Your fingers are still inside her, curling lazily against her starry spot prolonging the aftershocks of her orgasm turned squirt, you trail kisses up her body until you reach her lips; you lay on top of her, your body covering her petite frame, your breasts rub against each other making your body tense up, you’re ready to explode.
Her glazed eyes open to stare at you, an expression of longing and lust mixed together, Love pulls your fingers from inside her and brings them to her own lips, sucking them clean. You shudder, body coiled, ready to burst from lust, she knew what she was doing to you.
- Your turn. — she whispers in a seductive voice.
- You can just stay there.
Her eyes widen at the implication of your command, but you can see clearly the excitement in her eyes, the smirk colouring her lips giving away as much. She adjusts herself to be at the perfect angle as you move to kneel above her face.
Her tongue comes out to lick you as soon as she feels you low enough and you nearly crush her, the feeling of her tongue on your clit enough to make you almost cum. And then you’re riding her face with full abandon, her hands on your ass helping you keep your rhythm, her tongue slipped inside you and that was all it took for the coil to snap and your body tense up before releasing everything, you didn’t stop riding her face, her nose hitting your clit at the right tempo helping to prolong your orgasm.
You fell panting on the bed beside her, chest heaving up and down, sated for the moment.
Love curls up against you, head on your chest, arm over your stomach playing with your abs, you pull her closer to you, holding her in a way you’ve been desiring for long. You stay like this for a long moment, just enjoying the embrace of one another. Until love sat on your belly.
- Let’s do it again. — she was eager.
- Thought you’d never ask…
Right under the image in the article came the most shameful part of it.
Pattranite (Love) Limpatiyakorn, MARRIED to…
You didn’t allow yourself to continue reading it, you already knew what it would say, you know him. You’ve sat at the same table as him and enjoyed dinner knowing full well that by the end of the night you'd slip between his wife’s legs and make her moan out your name in ways he was never able to. You didn’t hate him though, you actually pitied him.
Because he fell in love. While she stayed in love, with you.
You never expected it to be out in the open, none of you did, it wasn’t an affair like tabloids insisted on calling it, an affair meant someone was being deceived, lied to, kept in the dark. He knew exactly what was happening.
- Our agreement was clear. — he stated — She could have sex with any woman she desired, as long as it wasn’t a regular thing and I was told beforehand.
- Yup, she told me… — you answer, bitterly.
- But she left out an important part of it, I presume.
Your eyes widened in his direction, she had told you that that was all, and you’ve asked her plenty of times before. You see it in the way his jaw tightens, his hand gripping the glass harder, breathing deeply though his nose that it was the most important part of the agreement.
- I figured as much… The agreement was that she could fuck any woman she wanted, unless she had feelings for that person. — he sneers derisively, voice hard, trying to keep the anger at bay — On the list of people she could sleep with, you Milk, are a hard no.
The glass nearly slips from your hand into the floor, your mouth slackens, the world narrows to the words he just said, it echoed in your head and you were thrown back to all those stolen moments with her, they were never supposed to happen, at least not with you. Matter of fact, it could’ve been anyone else but you.
You look up, past him, to the woman stepping inside the bar. Wearing casual clothes, a mask and a hat, you could only see her eyes. Her eyes were confirming everything he just said to you, the apology in them, the hurt and self-disappointment mirrored in them.
And that quiet longing, the yearning you could never really understand, it was all there. Tainted by what you had done.
You drank the last of your drink, stood up and walked to the door, the smell of berries and jasmine you came to be so familiar with followed you as you passed by her, her hand grasped your wrist, circling it loosely.
It spoke more than words ever could, more than words could convey. You look at him and he's staring at the two of you, at her, while she looks at you, and what she’ll do next, she is trapped no matter what and you know it.
She doesn’t stop you again, the hand on your wrist slides down until only the ghost of her touch haunts your skin. So you turn around and leave.
fin.