“That fucking asshole cheated on me!” She yelled, not exactly sad, angry mostly. It was the third time that Silvia had told the story of how she found him fucking some tramp on their bed. 

She sipped the beer that Julian had given her. 

“I get that,” he said and clinked his beer bottle with hers, “fucking bastard.”

Silvia laughed, “The bitch,” she added. That’s why she was here, she couldn’t stay with him anymore after that, and Julian knew better than anyone. His ex-girlfriend was also a cheating slut. He was the third person who hosted her while she put her life together. 

“Thank you for letting me stay over,” she said and held his hand. 

“You are welcome,” he said and sipped his beer. 

It was sort of a shame, he was kind of handsome, if only she had found out about the infidelity before, she could have stayed over here first. And maybe she could have made an advance on him, a drunk advance, a kiss. They could have consoled each other. 

Alas, by the time she found out, it turned out Julian, the tall, handsome, and with such pretty and slender hands, Julian had already found a new girlfriend. 

Someone pretty, slender, blonde, a bit of a bimbo to be honest, but she was cute and loyal. They made such a pretty pair. 

Lucky bitch. 

“I’m drunk,” she said, laughing. 

Julian laughed too, “we should get some sleep.” He said getting up from the couch and offering his hand. 

Always the fucking gentleman. 

“You know that even if I’m drunk you should not take advantage of me,” Silvia said grabbing his hand, half joking, half expecting something. 

“You offend me,” he said, “you know I have a loving fiancée.” 

She raised an eyebrow, “fiancée?”

“We got engaged last week,” he added. 

Silvia hit him with a cushion, “And you didn’t tell me!?”

“It just happened so fast,” Julian said between hits, “that’s why I’m alone for Christmas, Gina had to leave and prepare everything, we only let our families know.” 

“Lucky bitch.” Silvia thought she thought. 

Julian laughed, “Thank you?” 

“Oh My God!” Her hands went to her mouth, “Did I say that out loud, I am really drunk…” she turned red, “but I mean it, she is so lucky to have you.” 

He blushed, “Thanks,” he said and walked to the room, “you can stay in her room. She won’t mind. And even after that, you can probably stay over as long as you like, we will just move all her stuff to my room… I just hope you don’t mind the sound of our passionate lovemaking every night.”He mimicked some gross making out sounds and some moans. 

“You are such a child,” Silvia said and hit him once more with the cushion she carried from the living room. 

Julian caught it, and pulled her close, hugging her tight. 

He was so warm, Silvia thought, and he smelled so nice. So comfortable in his arms. He kissed her forehead. 

“Good night,” he said, “we will talk a bit more after you sober up tomorrow,” he caressed the back of her head. He had such nice hands, “everything is going to be alright,” he whispered and broke the embrace. 

“Good night,” she said and closed the door. “Good night, she said, stifling a sad moan before she reached for her plushie, a panda bear. 

Shortly she fell asleep, listening to a soft hum that seemed to come from the city outside. 

Sun coming from the window woke her up, she forgot to close the windows last night, but she felt so comfortable in bed, so cozy, and warm, and… she felt so good. 

A little moan escaped her lips, she was slightly surprised, her hands were between her legs, playing with her clit.

That little hum kept lulling her, but she didn’t want to move, she didn’t want to get out of bed to close the shades. 

Instead, she took off the sheets of her body and kept going. 

“I must have been really drunk last night,” she murmured to herself, “where the fuck did I leave my clothes?” 

She was naked, her nipples were hard and she couldn’t resist the temptation to pull on them. 

“Fuck,” she moaned, “I didn’t know how much I needed this.” 

Her fingers went inside her pussy, going deeper, curling and pressing hard against that nice spot. 

“Fuck, I miss that cock.” She shook her head, “I just need a good fuck.” 

Silvia pinched her clit, almost like a punishment for thinking of her ex, “God, any cock.” She moaned and started to think of Julian, of his fingers. His chest. His brown skin and shaggy hair. 

She needed it, if only…

She was so close…

She needed his cock, Silvia thought, picturing him, almost too real, like a memory. She bit her lips and moaned his name, “Julian…” 

Her fingers went faster, rubbing her clit, going deeper, fucking herself. “Julian…” she moaned louder. 

Maybe she could fuck him… just once, before he got married… it could be his gift… I could be his wedding gift. 

She giggled to herself, picturing herself with a little red bow around her neck. Kneeling in front of him. Begging for his cock…

Maybe she could be his lover, or mistress… maybe his girlfriend wouldn’t mind sharing. 

And a new thought appeared inside her mind, she had never thought about being bi, but Gina was pretty.

Silvia’s fingers moved faster, harder. She arched her back, she pictured Gina on her back, she was so pretty. It was so vivid. 

I could lick her pretty nipples, and kiss her all the way down. She wouldn’t mind Julian fucking me if she got her pussy licked, would she?

Silvia almost felt his cock inside him, the taste of her pussy. She could be their pet, their lover. So close, her fingers were so close to bringing her that sweet, and delicious orgasm.

The warmth spread through her body, she arched her back, her eyes rolled back, it was an explosion about to blow, electricity going through her body, and then-

“Julian!” She yelled, without thinking, loud and repeatedly. “JulianJulianJulian-ffffuuuck! Juliaaan!”

The door burst open, her legs were completely spread, and her pussy full on display, Julian had rushed and blasted through the door while she was mid-orgasm. 

What the fuck was I thinking! She thought, but screamed, “Aaaahhh” turning completely red and rushing to cover herself with anything. 

“SorrySorrySorry!” He said, turning around, “I just- I thought- I mean, I heard you yelling my name- I thought”

Silvia thought, ‘I was yelling his name! What the fuck is wrong with me?’

She was mute for a second, her mind raced, she tried to calm down, “It’s-“ she felt a knot inside her throat, words couldn’t come out. “It’s okay- uhm- can you, I mean, yes. Sorry. Please close the door. Can you close the door? I mean…” she covered herself with the sheets, all the way to her face, hiding away and trying to turn herself small, into a little ball. 

“Of course, of course- I- I will let you get dressed, come out when you are ready. I made breakfast.”

It took a while for Silvia to get dressed, she didn’t want to go out there. And when she did, there was this very uncomfortable silence between the two of them on the tiny table. 

They ate in silence until Silvia finally dared to speak, “I’ll leave, I mean, I have to leave,” she sputtered fast, trying to not meet Julian’s eyes, “I mean, after that- after what I did-I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t-“ Julian tried to interject. 

Silvia lifted her hand, took a deep breath, and said, “I want to stay your friend, I don’t want to get between you two.” 

He shook his head, “I talked with Gina this morning,” he took a sip of his coffee, “and explained everything to her. You had too much to drink and-“

“That was last night,” Silvia interrupted. 

Julian lifted his arms in a calming motion, “I know, I know, but I swear, it’s okay. She said it’s okay.” 

Silvia took a bite of her bacon and mumbled, “She is a fucking saint, you know that?” And finally looked at Julian, she gave him a nervous laugh, “I would have kicked me out right there if I was your girlfriend.” Silvia kept messing it up, she averted his eyes and blushed, “Are you sure you told her everything?”

“I mean, I just told her about how I walked into you, and how I thought I heard my name.”

“Julian, darling,” she tried to reach for his hands but decided against it, “that just makes it sound like a misunderstanding.” 

“And it wasn’t?”

She mumbled, “Yeah,” and added a bit louder, trying to hide her face between her hands, “And what did she say?” 

“That it was to be expected, I’m such a succubus.” He said with a wink.

That made Silvia laugh, “incubus,” she corrected him. 

“What?”

“Incubus,” Silvia repeated, biting her lips, trying not to remember her dream, “it is the male counterpart of a succubus.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, that.” 

There was a moment of awkward silence, they finished their breakfast. 

“Are you sure I can stay?” She asked again, unsure it was real. 

“Yeah,” Julian said. 

“And you are certain Gina is okay with that?”

Julian nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“Thanks,” Silvia said with a relieved sigh. She reached for the plates and began to get everything to the sink, “I promise I will do anything you ask while I’m here. I’ll help around, clean, whatever you need. I just want to be of service.”

It was a weird thing to say, but it just came out so naturally from her, she felt really bad from that morning. 

“It’s okay,” he said, “just focus on getting better.”

Things went pretty normal after that. Falling into a simple routine. He would leave the house after breakfast, leaving Silvia to clean the dishes, shortly later she would leave to work herself and during the evenings the two of them would watch a movie or series until one of them, or both fell asleep. 

The problem, at least for Silvia came after that. As she fell asleep listening to that relaxing hum, the intrusive thoughts came back. 

She would dream of Julian, standing over her, towering, his gorgeous cock glistening, fresh out of fucking Gina’s cunt. 

And she would be kneeling in front of him, ready to clean him, to lick him and get him all hard again. Begging him to be next. 

And every morning she would wake up with her hands between her legs, rubbing and moaning, and as soon as she realized, she would stop. 

She hadn’t cum in over a week, and the frustration was bleeding over her work. Over time, she grew restless, those fantasies and intrusive thoughts were getting the best of her. One time she caught herself daydreaming of licking his cock, her stylus in hand, she was licking it in a way too suggestive way when a co-worker giggled and broke her fantasy. 

She turned red and raced to the bathroom. 

“I can’t keep doing this to myself,” she said to herself, the stylus still in her hand. 

She pulled down her panties, she was so wet, and it burned so much. That need, the desire. “Fuck,” she said to herself, “it’s been so long.”

The stylus went between her legs, barely touching the tip of her clit, “I just can’t do this at home, it’s too much.”

She moaned, her legs gave out, and she sank to her knees. 

That same fantasy kept coming back to her mind. 

Silvia played with her clit, her mouth hanging open, drool dripping from her mouth. She pictured Julian in front of her, Gina was kneeling next to her, reassuring her it was okay, “Go ahead,” she could almost hear her voice, “take his cock, it’s what you are here for. To serve him, to please him.” 

She could almost feel her breath on her shoulder, she lifted her shirt, letting her tits out. One hand pinched her nipples

“Serve him,” Silvia moaned softly, “please him.” 

She was so close, she hadn’t cum in over a week, not since that amazing orgasm that morning, in front of Julian. 

He saw her cum, she brought that memory to her mind.

“He saw me cum” she moaned, he saw her touching herself, “if only I could do it again. If only he could see me right now.”

Then someone knocked on the stall. 

“Fuck!” She cursed. “Occupied.” She had been so close. She fixed her skirt and threw the panties aside, they were ruined anyway, and went back to work. Still frustrated and angry. 

She was called to HR. She had a stern talk about her behavior, but she couldn’t focus on anything the HR lady was saying, and suddenly, another impulsive thought came over her. 

“I quit.” She said. 

“What?” 

“I said, I quit. I obviously can’t keep working like this anymore,” She grabbed her bag and walked out, “Thanks. I quit, I will grab my stuff, and… yeah. I quit.”

With that, she went back home to prepare dinner for Julian. She hadn’t felt happy since she found her ex fucking that tramp. 

When she got home she could hear that lovely buzz, humming like a song in the back of her head. It was permeating the whole apartment. Almost like music. 

She ran to her room, well, Gina’s room, and decided to throw away all of her “professional” clothing, she would not need them anymore. A little voice in the back of her head was saying, “And what am I going to work as now?” 

She shrugged and told herself, “I’ll manage.” 

Taking off her clothes she grabbed something short and comfortable, she took off her bra and put on a little apron that she easily found in Gina’s closet. 

And just like that she started to cook a celebratory dinner.

When Julian opened the door, he was welcomed by the lovely smell of a home-cooked dinner, something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. The apartment was lit only by candles, he walked in and took the whole scene. 

“Gina? Are you back?” He asked to the darkness. 

Silvia giggled, “No, silly,” she walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray with salmon and a bottle of white wine, “It’s just me!”

“Silvia?” He felt his blood rush to his face, “What are- are you naked under that apron?”

She giggled again, setting down the food and serving two glasses, “of course not, darling,” she did a little twirl to show that she was wearing some short-shorts and a tiny crop top, “and even if I was, it’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before,” she winked at him. 

There was this part of her on the back of her head telling her that she shouldn’t be so flirty with him, that he was just a friend, but that part was overcome when she looked at how cute Julian looked while blushing, and how his eyes darted to take all of her body. 

She wondered if a part of him still recalled how she found her that morning, a shiver went up her spine as she imagined that he jerked off at night thinking of her. 

Did he have those same fantasies about her? Did he ever cum wishing he did so in her mouth? 

That thought made her salivate a little, she shook her head and sat down. 

“What’s all this for?” He asked as he took his seat, “Did you get a promotion at work or something? It’s not my birthday and Christmas is still a few days away.” 

Silvia smiled, she tried not to think about getting down on her knees and serving him while he ate, “Something like that, but no.”

She prepared a plate for him, salmon, mashed potatoes, and some assorted vegetables she sautéed on white wine. 

All giddy and barely holding her excitement she handed him the plate and said, “I quit today!” 

Julian raised both of his eyebrows, “You quit?” He said as he grabbed the plate, “I- I didn’t know you were unhappy at your job. What happened?”

Silvia hummed and took a little bite, “Hmmm, not really. I was actually quite happy, but I just didn’t feel like working there anymore you know?” She didn’t say why didn’t want to work there anymore. Instead, she took another bite and stared at Julian’s mouth. She wondered how his lips tasted if she was allowed to kiss him. 

Meanwhile, Julian tried to make sense of her, of the situation, he stabbed the salmon and said, “Do you have another job in mind… is there any plan or-” he took a bite and Silvia felt a rush of pride as she saw his face light up.

“This is amazing!” He said, closing his eyes to taste his meal, “I didn’t know you could cook like this.”

She smiled, almost jumping in place as she heard him, “Me neither, it’s the first time I tried to make it. I didn’t use to enjoy cooking but I just had so much fun doing it!”

Julian tasted the mashed potatoes, and took a sip of wine, even the vegetables were amazing, the sweet and savory flavors mixing perfectly and accentuated by the wine. 

Finally, he broke out of the spell of the perfect meal and remembered what he was saying. He swallowed the bite and coughed, he was worried about the way Silvia was looking at him. 

There was eagerness, lust, maybe love?

He finally said, “So, do you have a plan for a new job or…?” 

Silvia sighed, and swirled her wine, “Not really?” She took a sip, “I think… I think I will just wait a little bit to see how I feel, you know? The year is about to end and that’s a next-year-me kinda problem.” She set down her glass and they finished their meal. 

As she picked up the dishes, Silvia added, “In the meantime, you don’t mind if I keep doing this, do you?” 

Julian cocked his head to the side, “This?” 

“This” she motioned to the leftover food, “You know, cooking, cleaning, perfecting recipes. I kinda want to explore this side of me.”

She seemed happy, Julian thought, “Sure, why not? It’s not like I can stop you anyway.”

Silvia jumped up and down and threw her arms around him, kissing his cheek, “thank you!”

He felt her breasts on his shoulder and blushed a little. 

“I will tell Gina all about it later tonight,” he added. 

Silvia opened her eyes wide and took a step back, “of course, of course!” She said, picking up the rest of the stuff from the table, “She has to know, after all, she is the mistress of the house.” She giggled. 

“Mistress of the house?” Julian laughed, “Where do you come up with all this stuff?”

Silvia disappeared into the dark of the kitchen, “Hmm… I don’t know?” She said as she started to wash the dishes, “They just come to me!” She giggled. 

Julian sipped what was left of his wine and let go of the matter. 

They watched another series that night, Silvia cuddled in his lap and he caressed her hair. Her hands were between her legs and while he dozed off, he was almost sure he heard Silvia moaning softly.