Lily's Ex

Lily's Ex

Chapter 1

by Noopster.

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway. Thanks for reading.

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The bright light of an iPhone screen shining on her face wakes Lily Collins up in the middle of the night.

"What the hell..." she mutters, groggily reaching for the device. There's a single text message waiting for her:

"I miss you."

Even though the number isn't saved on her phone she knows exactly who the sender is. "Jamie..." she says to herself before letting out a long sigh of nostalgia and guilt. Despite the relative brevity of their relationship she still thinks of him as the love of her life, even if she is sure she left him for the right reasons. The decision itself is not what she regrets but the brutal way she carried it out; breaking up with him over a Skype call from across the Atlantic ocean, ignoring all of his subsequent calls and showing up to a Hollywood premiere with a new guy just a couple of days after the break up. She's fully aware that she completely destroyed the man's heart and two years later the feelings of remorse have not subsided.

Lily debates responding to the message. On one hand Jamie is someone she still cares deeply about, but on the other there is probably nothing she can do to make things okay. 'No, I shouldn't...' she decides, 'It would probably just make it worse.' But then another text comes in: "I know you're in London. Can we talk?"

Her stomach turns into a knot and she looks at the time, 3:15 AM. 'He must be drunk,' she assumes, why else would he be texting her at that hour?

"Not drunk btw. I just miss you," the next message says.

"Damn it, it's like he can read my mind!" she complains to an empty room, thinking of the many times he had guessed what she was about to say before she opened her mouth. Lily writes a short sentence saying she is too busy, but her thumb hesitates over the SEND button and she ends up deleting it instead. Fifteen minutes go by without getting any more texts and she chooses to go back to sleep.

Hours later, when the sun is already up and announcing its presence through the windows, Lily wakes up to find herself straddling a pillow. She had dreamed about Jamie and being in his arms again. The dream was so vivid and affecting that it takes her a while to figure out if it had not been a memory unearthed by his sudden reappearance in her phone. But still, dream or no dream, there is nothing fake about the powerful, deep need she's feeling and so the humping of the pillow continues, making her hornier and hornier with every brush. She takes off her cotton panties and keeps grinding her labia against the soft surrogate until it becomes as wet as her. She picks up her phone for a little visual reinforcement and finds another text from Jamie is waiting for her:

"Please, Lily. You owe me at least that."

She feels something like an electric current wandering through her body and writes back, "Where?"

"Tonight at the Hilton hotel. Room 405. I'll be waiting."

With a long, dragged out coo of pure pleasure, Lily cums after reading his instructions, then immediately regrets answering him. For the rest of the day she tries to come up with a good excuse to avoid Jamie, just to end up with nothing. He knows her too well, he would see through her lies right away and there would be one more thing to add to the long list of shitty stuff she'd put him through. No, she is older and more mature now, she will not just run away this time. She'll face him and all the baggage that comes with him.

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After fulfilling her promotional obligations with the media, Lily goes back to her hotel room to get ready for her appointment with Jamie. She tries to pick an outfit that makes her look good but isn't too sexy. For reasons that are not completely clear to her, she wants to look good for her ex, but not in a way that will look like she wants to get back with him. That won't be a problem, though, most of her wardrobe isn't very revealing as she has always been a very old-fashioned girl with a conservative approach to fashion; showing a lot of skin has never been her style.

She leaves her hotel late in the afternoon with a cute and sparkly crop top and black jacket, a tight pair of black leather pants and black high heels, plus a big knot in her stomach. She's not exactly sure why she is so nervous, after all, Jamie made it clear that he just wanted to talk. At some point in the conversation she is planning to apologize for being so rude to him, then they will catch up a little, ask how each other's families are doing and that will be it. Still, Lily can't stop thinking about her dream and how it aroused her to the point of having to pleasure herself, something she very rarely does.

The cab ride to the Hilton feels like an eternity, she watched the sun coming down behind the city's buildings and thinks about all of the times she and Jamie made love in the dim light of a sunset.

"Are you hot, miss?" the driver asks, pulling her out of her thoughts, "Should I lower the windows?"

"No, no, it's okay, thank you," she replies, checking her flushed face in a tiny mirror she pulls from her bag.

"This is it."

Lily pays the man with a shaky hand and gets out of the vehicle with her legs feeling weak and her teeth clenched. Her face is sweaty as she enters the lobby and she heads for the restroom before going up. There she retouches her makeup and tries to get a hold of herself. 'Why am I so bloody nervous?' she thinks, looking at herself in the mirror. She enters one of the stalls and pulls down her leather pants to confirm what she's been afraid to admit. Her panties are damp and creamy and as she slides her hand under them a delicious shiver takes over. "Ohh God... what's wrong with me today?" she says to herself while her index finger teases her sensitive folds, then the tip begins to slip inside and, for a brief moment, she considers masturbating again, but the sound of the door followed by a stranger's footsteps startles her. She quickly leaves the stall, washes her hands and heads for the elevators.

"Umm, hi... I think maybe I have the wrong room number..." she tells the stranger who answers the door in room 405.

"Lily!" he greets her with a big smile. "I've been waiting for you!"

"Umm, you have? And who are you exactly?"

"My name's Ben, it's nice to finally meet you," he says, stepping aside and inviting her in.

Lily takes a step back, suspicious of the young man she's never seen before. "Okay... that's your name, but who are you?"

"Oh, right, you probably don't remember after all these years. I'm Jamie's friend from Manchester, his old roommate from college?"

The name does ring a bell for Lily. "Oh, right, now I remember. I'm sorry, it's that you look... very different from the photos I've seen," she explains, trying not to stare too much at his big biceps and muscular chest. She remembers Jamie telling her tons of stories about him, but the super fit and well-dressed hunk towering over her looks almost nothing like the chubby, awkward guy she remembers in Jamie's photos.

"So, uh, where is Jaime?"

"He called and said he'd be a little late. He really, really wants to see you, so he begged me to come and keep you company so you wouldn't leave without seeing him."

"Okay... but why didn't he say that to me?"

"He said that you wouldn't believe him. I mean, I don't want to get in your private business but it sounded to me like he was really desperate and afraid that you would turn him down for the slightest reason."

'I probably would have,' Lily thinks. "So how late is he going to be?"

"Like twenty minutes, thirty at the most."

"I don't have that kind of time..." Lily lies, just wanting to go back to her room and forget the whole thing.

"Come on, I promised him I'd convince you to wait for him!"

"Well, You shouldn't have."

"Look, it's silly that you're still standing there with your arms crossed. Just come in and have a drink with me while you wait, I'll tell you some embarrassing college stories about Jamie and he'll be here in no time."

"I, I don't know..."

"Just fifteen minutes. Look, I'll even put a timer on my phone, okay?"

"Alright, fifteen minutes and then I have to go."

"Perfect!" Ben exclaims as the gorgeous actress steps into the room. The bulge in his pants twitching as he stares at the back of her cute little butt, perfectly wrapped in black leather. He taps the SEND button on his phone and closes the door behind him.

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"Oh wow, Jamie never told me you guys did-- Hey, wait! You cheated!" Lily laughs out loud after checking her phone and realizing the fifteen minutes Ben promised to put on his timer went by almost an hour ago.

"Oops, I think you're right! I don't know how that happened!" he lies. Of course, Lily knows he is, but she's been laughing and having so much fun with him that it really doesn't matter anymore. The awkwardness and anxiety she'd been feeling all day has dissipated and she is so charmed by Jamie's friend that she has almost forgotten the reason why she is there in the first place.

"I'm so glad I finally got to meet you, Lily."

"I'm glad you got to meet me too," she replies playfully before finishing her third glass of wine. 'Wait, why am I flirting with him?' she thinks, realizing that is the fourth or fifth time she has touched his arm.

"Can I be honest with you?" Ben asks her suddenly with a calm and intimate tone she has not heard him use until that moment.

"Of course."

"I had seen you before on TV and Jamie always said that you were an extraordinary woman but..."

"But?"

"But meeting in you in person... I must say, you are the most strikingly beautiful woman I have ever seen. And it's not even close."

"Ben, I..." she mutters, her pretty face glowing red. The muscular man leans in for a kiss, her eyes close without even thinking about it and her trembling lips respond and adjust to his as the laughs that had filled the room are replaced by the short and shifting sounds of their eager tongues and excited breaths.

"Wait!" she stops him suddenly, "Jamie--"

"He texted me. He's still an hour away," Ben tells her, staring into her marvelous hazel eyes, "I said nothing because... I want you. I want you for myself."

"I..." Lily starts to say but the rest of her words fade before she can turn them into sound. Ben's hand finds the small of her back and turns her around with ease, suddenly her petite frame is pressed against his powerful physique. He is so hard for her already, she can feel him twitching against her bum. Looking back at him and staring into his eyes while his virile arms hold her in place with a gentle severity, she realizes she's not in control anymore.

"I'm not-- I don't usually act like this..." she says with a shaky, breathy voice while unconsciously grinding herself on his lap, almost as if her lower half has a mind of its own. Ben presses his hard-on against her leather-covered bottom, "That a yes?" he asks, but of course he already knows the answer. "Mmmnn..." the tipsy actress moans softly, relishing the gentle kissing down her long neck as Ben's fingers roam from her shoulders to her chest, groping her small breasts through her top, making her sigh with desire and rub herself harder against him.

"This is crazy, we shouldn't..."

He shushes her with another kiss, this one more powerful and sloppy than the last one. Lost in the whirlwind of the moment she almost doesn't notice Ben unbuttoning the front of her pants and pulling down the zipper. Seeing that she is not resisting his touch in the least, Ben hooks his thumbs on her waist and she instinctively raises her hips, allowing him to pull the leather down to her knees, along with her underwear. Her cute little pussy is as pale and precious as the rest of her, a tiny patch of well-trimmed dark pubic hair crowning the bright pink of her cunt lips. She waits for him to do the same with his own pants and a delicious shiver goes through her when she lowers her bare ass onto his lap. Her thighs are covered in sweat from the warm room plus the leather and Ben's hands waste no time in mixing it with her wetness.

Having never been the kind of girl who would sleep with someone she just met, especially her ex-boyfriend's best friend, Lily is fully aware that she shouldn't be doing that and that she will probably feel terrible afterwards, but she's been so lonely lately and it's been so long since anyone touched her like that... Finally, her guilty conscience is no match for the strong arms embracing her or the stiffening cock nuzzling between her ass cheeks.

"Do you have, um, protection?" she breathes, shivering when the tip of Ben's cock grazes her virgin asshole, smearing drops of pre-cum around it.

"I don't, but I'll pull out, I promise."

"No, I don't think we should--"

She gasps loudly, Ben's dick has found her dripping wet slit and the word no is erased from her vocabulary. She closes her eyes and purrs like a kitty while Ben teases her with his member, pushing in just past the opening of her pussy before withdrawing slowly, then teasing her again in the same exact way.

"Say it," he whispers in her ear while rubbing the head of his cock on her swollen nub, fondling her small tits from behind, "Beg me for it."

"Do it, Ben, please..."

"Do what?"

"Please, ...fuck me."

And with that he begins to plunge all eight inches of meat into her precious little cunt. Lily's slight nubile frame tenses at the moment of penetration, the sheer width of Ben's warm cock causing her to bite down on her lip to stop herself from screaming. "Am I hurting you?" he asks as she squirms and struggles to take all of him in.

"D--don't... don't stop..." she meekly replies as they gradually settle into a steady rhythm. Lily leans her head back, resting her weight against his chest before pulling down her top and joining his hands in massaging her small tits, moaning softly as he thrusts in and out of her slowly and carefully.

"You're... so big..." she whimpers, loving how amazing it feels to be completely stuffed up like that. Ben's right hand travels further up to lightly choke her from behind, holding her slight anatomy in place as he increases the speed of his thrusts. Between the hand on her neck and the intense sensations overwhelming her, Lily loses the ability to speak, quick and short burst of gasping followed by a sharp, almost inaudible whimper is all that comes out of her gaping mouth.

"You like that, huh? You like when I fuck you hard like this!" Ben bellows excitedly behind her. He releases her neck and suddenly pushes her forward to make her bend over in front of him. "OOH GAAWWD!" Lily cries when she feels his cock bottoming out inside, her milky white thighs closed together and her small breasts jiggling with every powerful thrust. Ben grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her head back until her back arches sharply and she starts squealing and squirming, like a fish dangling from a hook. "I'M-- CUMM-- IIIIINNG!" she screeches out as her body tenses up. Her beautiful, bright eyes open wide along with her mouth, where a silent orgasmic scream accompanies the pleasure spasms that make her pussy clamp down on Ben's cock, washing it with cunt juice until she goes limp on top of him.

Ben keeps pumping the gorgeous actress in that weakened, dazed state until he too is about to explode. Still a bit disoriented, Lily feels him slide out and push her onto the couch. She looks up and finds Ben pointing his wet cock right at her face, the frantic speed of his stroking hand warning of what is undoubtedly coming.

"Wait, not in the face!" she yells just as the first rope of jizz hits her forehead. Terrified of having to walk out of the room with cum on her hair, she panics and grabs him, pointing the pulsing cock at her mouth instead, where the rest of Ben's creamy load quickly covers her tongue.

"Fuuuck!" a shivering Ben shouts before wiping the last drops of cum clinging to his head on Lily's bottom lip. She closes her mouth and gags a little bit as she looks around for a trash can to spit in but before she can get there the door knob turning on the front door startles her. 'Oh God it's Jamie!' she screams in her head, swallowing the evidence of her misdeed in one big, creamy gulp while desperately trying to pull up her tight leather pants. She manages to zip them up and run a hand through her disheveled hair just as her ex-boyfriend walks into the room.

"Oh, hi, Jamie!" she greets her ex-boyfriend in a futile effort to act as if her flushed face and disheveled hair are not the very portrait of the quintessential post-coital look. Jamie walks up to her in complete silence, stares deep into her eyes, then slaps her across the face so hard that she falls back on to the carpet.

"You just fucked my best friend, you filthy cunt whore!"

"Jamie, I'm sorry! I didn't--"

The blonde man grabs her by the hair and ruthlessly drags her across the living room.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LET ME GO!" she screams. "HELP ME, PLEASE!" Her pretty hazel eyes turn to Ben and plead for help but all they find is a cruel smirk mocking her. Her confused, rattled mind begins to understand what is happening just as Jamie shoves a ball gag into her mouth and pulls her into the bedroom.

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To Be Continued...