Desiree's Star Ch. 05byHotSprings22©
Desiree only cried harder when she heard a car in the driveway start, thinking that Gabriel was driving Jessica home. In her mind she could picture them fucking everywhere; in the car, at every stoplight, in Jessica's room. She had totally forgotten that Jessica had driven her own car back to Desiree's house.
She sat on the floor with her head in her hands trying to figure out what the hell was happening to her. Things between her and Gabriel were going from bad to worse, and now they just turned into a disaster.
Desiree cried until her eyes were puffy and hurt from all the strain and a dull headache started to form. When she couldn't physically cry anymore, she began to get angry. Angry with herself for starting to like someone like Gabriel who had always been emotionally unavailable to everyone except her brother. 'Maybe he's gay' she thought and a smile started to form on her lips. But that idea was quickly squashed when she pictured him practically on top of her best friend in her bedroom.
She could see his penis in her mind, wet with Jessica's juices, and her fists balled up in her lap. She forgot about Gabriel for a second and suddenly couldn't ever see herself talking to Jessica again. She sat on the floor for a long time thinking about how suddenly things had changed, and she was glad the she had refrained from waking her brother when she first stumbled into his room. He would have freaked, which would have woken everyone in the house. She would have had to explain why Gabriel was fucking her best friend in her room, and why she was crying about it.
Desiree couldn't even imagine sleeping in her own bed anymore. Her breath was coming in ragged breaths as she saw Jessica and Gabriel again in her minds eye fucking away on her bed. There was no way that Gabriel could tell her he didn't think of her as a joke.
Desiree closed her eyes and counted to ten, and then she did it again. As her breathing started to return to normal, she remembered why she had gotten up in the first place; she had to go to the bathroom. Peeling herself from Scott's carpet, she crept out of his room and down the hall towards the bathroom. She couldn't help but think that all her problems with Gabriel started because she had to go to the bathroom.
She maneuvered through the dark with her eyes closed, liking the feeling of being certain of where she was headed. She knew her house like the back of her eyelids, and she took comfort in the fact that something she knew so well remained unchanged.
She turned the knob to the bathroom door and stepped in not bothering to turn the light on. The last thing she wanted to do was see her puffy face. After relieving herself, she shuffled to the sink and splashed cold water on her face. It felt good; the cold water slightly shocking her from her stupor.
She dried her face on her towel that was hanging on the rack and stepped back into the hallway. She stood in the darkness for a moment trying to figure out if she really wanted to sleep in her room or her brother's. The only thing she wanted was so be alone, and she figured no matter where she slept, she would still be haunted by the images she'd seen.
She couldn't help but see Gabriel's cock in her mind again and marvel at how thick it looked. She was getting more pissed at Jessica for getting the chance to have him deep inside of her.
Desiree's thoughts were interrupted when she heard mumbling coming from her room. Her heart raced as she began to wonder if she had actually heard a car start in her driveway, or if it was one of the neighbors. Her anger flared as she imagined Gabriel in her room whispering sweet nothings in Jessica's ear while they both thought she was in her brothers room crying, but as she got closer, she only heard one voice.
'How could I be so fucking stupid?' Gabriel was whispering to himself. Desiree smiled at the little habit he had since he was a kid. If you paid attention to him when he wasn't looking, sometimes you could catch his lips moving as he spoke to himself. 'How could I not check to make sure it was her? I finally thought I had it right, and there I go again fucking everything up.'
Her face tightened as she realized it wasn't her he was after it was Jessica. He was more upset about Jessica leaving than he was about Desiree finding them. Emotionally exhausted, Desiree stepped into her room. She didn't wait to here the rest; she just wanted her room back.
"I thought you would have left by now." She said as she stepped into her room startling Gabriel from his thoughts. He sat up on the bed and she could see his face heating in the darkness.
When Gabriel didn't say anything, she told him to get out, but he still didn't move. She stood staring at him sitting on her bed, and if looks could kill she was sure he wouldn't have a pulse. She took a step back as he rose from the bed and moved toward her.
"Listen to me. I am only going to tell you this once." Desiree rolled her eyes and tried to step past him, but he saw that coming and moved in front of her. "Jessica and I did not have sex. I thought she was you."
"So now you are trying to tell me what I saw didn't happen? Huh? Are you trying to tell me that I imagined your dick hanging out in front of my best friends wet pussy? Huh?" Her pitch was starting to rise and she had to remind herself that her parents were sleeping down the hall. She half expected her mother to come and interrupt them at any moment.
"What you saw was me realizing that Jessica was sleeping in your bed. Now how the fuck was I supposed to know that?" Now Gabriel was getting angry. He was trying to his damnest to keep his calm, but she was pushing it.
"You are an asshole. Don't ever talk to me again." Desiree could barely contain herself she was shaking so hard with anger now. He had a valid point, but that still did nothing to calm her nerves. "Desiree," he said trying to step closer to her, but she backed up. He tired to grab a hold of her arm but he swatted it away.
"Get out of my life." Desiree nearly shouted.
Gabriel took a deep breath. He didn't mind being blamed for something he did, but he didn't have sex with Jessica. He exercised way too much self-control to be given such a hard time. He wasn't going to let this go.
"No." he said flatly as if she were a little kid he was dismissing.
Startled by his determination, Desiree's shoved both hands hard into his chest trying to force him toward the door. She knew he probably wouldn't budge, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying. When he didn't move or show any signs of it, she began to beat her fists on his chest.
"Just leave me alone."
"Damn it Desiree, just stop for a second." When she only tried to hit him harder, her grabbed her wrists and forced her backwards. Her knees hit the edge of the bed and she tumbled backwards with him on top of her. She struggled in vain to get him off of her, but his muscular thighs were straddling her hips.
"Get off," she spat.
"Not until you listen to me." Desiree nearly forgot why she was so angry. He was hovering over her now, his face inches from hers. She could feel his hot breath tickling her face as he took in ragged breaths. He had her arms pinned above her head and he was sitting on her stomach. He surrounded her and she could feel his manly heat beckoning her to him.
"Look me in the eye." When she didn't turn her head, he roughly grabbed her chin and did it for her. "Do you really think I would purposely fuck your best friend in your bed after what I said to you the other night at the beach?"
"Yea, yea I do. You can't keep your fucking dick in your pants. It was Amanda that night, and Jessica tonight. How many other women are you fucking?"
"Why the fuck are you being so impossible?" he said as he pounded the mattress next to her head. She squirmed away from his hand, because it came awfully close to hitting her. He would never hit a woman, but she knew she was pushing it. As if suddenly thinking she could push him off her, she bucked her hips and tried to throw her weight. She prayed it would work because she couldn't be so close to him for much longer.
Instead, she only succeeded in feeling what she thought was his erection. She stilled immediately, not knowing what to do. He stopped moving too and looked into her eyes.
"I just came to apologize." Gabriel whispered. Desiree held her breath as her mind raced. He never apologized, and it caught her so off guard she forgot to be alarmed as his face slowly moved toward hers.
~Sorry this one was so short, I'm trying to write faster. And please, don't forget to vote!~