Then she lay back on the bed and slid her other hand under the waistband of her shorts, into her soaked panties. She quivered when she ran her fingers...the length of her slit. Then glided them inside her vaginal orifice, "Oh Douglas, I wish these were your fingers touching me!” Sliding the rest of her clothing off, she spread her legs wide. Then she whispered his name as she teased and rolled her swelling clit. Then shoved three fingers inside her hole and squealed, “Fuck me baby. “ Closing her. She finished her call and said that she would order pizzas as it was late. Then came the moment I dreaded. She asked me to sit down so we could have a talk.I was quaking inside and suddenly needed to go to the bathroom urgently. I did and stayed in there in ordinarily long in a vain effort to delay my doom. She called out asking if everything was okay so I had to come out and sat in an armchair and she sat opposite me. I felt as if I was six again waiting to be told off for some. I was done with them both.Weeks went by and I was dying inside. I missed my best friend and I missed Addison. Addison would call and text apologizing to me and she would beg me to come back to her. I would mainly ignore her messages and calls. Weeks turned into months and finally Michael found me and he wanted to talk. He didn't know why I was so mad. He told me that he was honest and didn't lie after I confronted him about their relationship.I told him about the picture on her phone that I. This story is about my super-hero-ish-ness — and if that isn’t a word, it is now. So while there were other ones, this is the most memorable one. It actually started a lot like the last one. Hotel, sports bar next door, belligerent dickhead, only he picked on the wrong person.I wasn’t traveling this time, I was sitting with a few friends commiserating over the failure of our baseball team, yet again. What caught my eye was a gorgeous lady sitting at the bar, also watching the game. While I was.