Always Been You

~Lola~

“He claims that he ditched me because I am dating Dante. It’s not as if he didn’t know I was with Dante, to be honest.”

She took a sip of her wine. I didn’t dare look her in the eyes. This is the subject we discuss each week. She is perpetually dumped. I simply do not grasp what she wants. She has a guy who would give his right arm to possess her. In addition, he is my childhood crush as well as my best friend. Yes, they are both my friends, and they both cheat on one another, while I am simply me. There is always someone nearby who is willing to listen to their grievances, and that person has always been me. Yes, I am one call away if something happens. I sipped my wine and sat back without responding to her.

“Lola, you bitch, did you hear what I said?”

I let out a sigh.

“You’ve been dumped. This week, how many times have you been dumped?” Both of us laughed.

“Sneak a peek at me, will you? Why would a man dare to oppose me? Do you believe I should approach him and beg him? I simply cannot imagine myself fucking one dick right now.”

“However, you are marrying tomorrow.”

“Wed to whom? I’m sorry. I have no intention of marrying. I need to see that Asian boy.”

Believe me, Candice never took anything seriously, and I knew she meant it. She sipped her final drink and walked away.

Now I was all by myself in that place. I knew Dante would call, and as usual, I would have to lie. When it came to the two of them, I was not interested in interfering. When I tell a falsehood, I make it appear to be true. I retrieved my car keys and drove home. I need to get a good night’s sleep in order to attend their wedding tomorrow. As I was going to shower, I heard the door open. I was certain it was Dante. He’s the only one who has access to my place, and he has the key. He calls it shabby, but he always returns here to sleep.

I didn’t even bother to look at him; I knew he’d be a mess. He wanted to shower before bed, so I ran to the bathroom.

“Fuck, Lola!” I heard him shout.

I simply laughed. I showered and proceeded to the kitchen to prepare noodles. As it happens, Dante is a zillionaire who is extremely wealthy and has a very cold heart, yet he has never been cold toward me. We’ve been pals since I was ten or nine years old. He was, however, a little older. However, he treated me as if I were his younger sister. When I turned 16, I had feelings for him that I couldn’t control but never crossed the line since he continued to see me as his little sister rather than a woman. I no longer have those sentiments for him because I am well aware that he will never see me as a woman but rather as a younger sister. I continued to prepare noodles. He emerged wearing nothing but a towel. This is what led me to believe I felt something for him. He was constantly flexing his muscles in front of me. I’ve become accustomed to it, though I still morph into a tomato when he gets too close.

“Aargh, get dressed!” I screamed. He chuckled. I was certain he would not. We finished our meal and retired to bed. There is, however, another point. Dante and I have always shared a bed. Since I can recall, whenever he visited or I visited him, we always shared a bed but never crossed the line. That is the extent of our proximity. We fell asleep with my head resting on his torso and his hands wrapped around my waist. Yes, I know we sleep like a couple, but we are not.

I woke him up the next day. It was his wedding day today. Two of my closest friends were getting married tomorrow. Dante is my closest confidant. Candice and I met when I was 23 years old. She arrived at Dante’s firm for an interview, and Dante asked me to conduct the interview. When she learned that I was Dante’s friend, she expressed her desire for him, and we have remained friends ever since. We are both assigned to the same department, though I’m her senior at work. Things progressed, and she and Dante began dating. It was my responsibility to wake Dante so that we could travel to his house so that he could change into his wedding suit.

“Groom, it’s time to get up.” He moaned under his breath.

“I implore you to leave me alone.”

He drew me, and I collided with his torso. Naturally, I flushed. Who wouldn’t? He rose to his feet, and we jumped into his car and sped off to his house. I was the maid of honor for the wedding. I attended the wedding with his mother. We arrived and awaited Candice’s arrival, but she was nowhere to be seen. We waited for over an hour and saw nothing. Her phone was switched off. Of course, I knew where she went, but I was unable to inform Dante. It would crush him. I noticed his mother approaching him. They began conversing, and I continued to attempt to contact Candice. I sighed and collapsed into a chair. The guests sat and waited. They were simply aware that Dante was marrying; they had no idea who he was marrying. I noticed his mother approaching me.

“Mom, I tried to reach out, but I couldn’t get hold of her,” I murmured as I hugged her.

“It’s alright, child. Why don’t you tie the knot with Dante right now? This is going to cause the family a great deal of embarrassment if the wedding does not take place.” My pupils dilated.

“No, Mom, I can’t do it.”

When I looked at Dante, he gave me a plaintive expression. After all, I’m the only one who can protect his sorry ass from the media now. I motioned for him to follow me.

We entered the chamber where the wedding gown was kept.

“You have transformed me into a phony, Mrs. Monroe.”

“You know, Lolita, you’re the only person I can ask this question to.” He approached me from behind and hugged me. I yanked my head back and fixed my gaze on him.

“I really have little of a choice in the matter. That’s the price you pay for being buddies with a billionaire, apparently.”

“Of course, you get to marry a hottie.” Both of us laughed.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, my Lolita. Mrs. Monroe, my lady.”

We chuckled. He kissed my brows and then walked away. I let out a sigh. I’m not sure how many times I had to save his ass when Candice failed to appear. In fact, she appeared nowhere. The person who comes to the rescue is me. I despise the fact that I am their friend. I examined the wedding gown in front of me. It was an exquisite wedding gown. I slipped into the wedding gown and was dressed to the nines to resemble an actual bride. The music began. My parents were not present, so his father escorted me down the aisle, and we exchanged vows, which were really difficult to concentrate on due to the fact that we were deceiving God. We were not married. As is customary, I was doing this to save his pitiful arse. His girl is constantly abandoning him, and I am always the one who steps in to save the day. I heard the bishop’s remark just then.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

What!

I screamed inside my head. My pupils dilated, giving Dante a suspicious look. I mean, we’d been sharing a bed for years but had never kissed. I didn’t want to share my first kiss with him.

No way!

I yelled at the back of my head once more.

What if the sentiments I had for him resurfaced?

I couldn’t risk falling in love with Dante. He was a buddy of mine, and he was also head over heels in love with my best friend. We stood there, all perplexed. I don’t believe any of us considered the kissing aspect. He drew me in and mashed his lips on mine. He was prodding me with his tongue.

Dear God, this feels like heaven.

I moaned as I opened my mouth. He snatched the kiss from my lips and murmured in my ears.

“It’s just a kiss, Lolita,”

I swear, he could have seen how red my ears and cheeks were if it weren’t for the make-up I was wearing. I was a beetroot. We proceeded with the signing of the marriage certificate. And there, I am now my best friend’s wife, not my friend Candice.

~Candice~

I was watching Dante and Lola get married while with my Asian boyfriend. I couldn’t give a damn. Lola is always there to save the day. As is customary, she saved the day again today. I occasionally feel sorry for her because she is constantly bringing joy to others. I admire her for her selflessness. She has never been in a relationship. I despise admitting it, but their kiss nearly compelled me to dig my claws into my flesh. Dante is entirely mine, and Lola will always protect me. I locked my gaze on my guy. I could tell he had concluded that I was not dating Dante. He is not comparable to Dante’s Damnation. Dante is a sex god. I’m simply not accustomed to sleeping with a single man. I can get away with anything with Lola by my side.

***

~Dante~

I was completely baffled by what was going on.

Candice appeared to be interested in becoming my wife. However, she failed to appear at the wedding. Candice has never attended a single event with me. It’s always been Lola who saves the day. Lola is my best friend and more like a younger sister to me. Naturally, there were times when I wished I could take her, but she was simply too innocent. I don’t want to jeopardize our relationship. I was there to witness her blossom. She was nine years old when I first met her, and she insisted on playing with a sixteen-year-old. I used to tease the little girl, who was constantly promising to be my baby sister. I began developing affection for her when she reached sixteen. Even still, she was always my Lolita. She is now 25 years old, while I am 32. She is still the one person I can rely on in any situation. I recall the first time she spotted her period. She sobbed, believing there was something wrong with her. I showed her how to put on a sanitary pad, so that’s something.

Isn’t that revolting? I was aware, but I was compelled to do so. She lacked friends. I was her friend. As a result, I used YouTube to guide me through the process. I’m even aware of the days on which she has her menstruation. I am quite familiar with Lola. And she is well acquainted with me. People refer to me as impolite, although I am not. Maybe they’re just not my thing. Perhaps I simply prefer Lola’s company to that of any other person. I occasionally feel awful about requesting favors from her. She has never once said no to me. Here she is now, as you can see. She consented to marry me as if she didn’t have any other commitments in her life. At times, I have the impression that she does not see the need to have a boyfriend because I am present all the time. I had never seen her before with a male. She is 25 years old and knew me just like her brother and best friend. I grabbed my phone and dialed my girlfriend’s number. The phone had been switched off. I attempted to contact her throughout the day, but she was nowhere to be found. Her phone was switched off. I started consuming hard liquor.

How did Candice manage to do this to me? What made her do this? Was she going to be my wife today?

My wife is now my best friend. I began drinking. I felt compelled to fuck Lola. I’m not sure why, but it just felt right. Today’s kiss was quite amazing. More of it would have been better for me. It was magical. I made a conscious effort not to think about it, but I can’t stop thinking about her lips right now. I entered the bedroom and immediately heard the sound of running water. I stripped down to my underwear and entered the bathroom. She was oblivious to my presence, but I had already seen her naked. She was flawless. There would be no going back. She retreated slightly, and her body collided with mine. I brushed my lips over hers as she turned before she could say anything. She was perplexed. I nipped at her nipple. She opened her mouth to moan, but my tongue suffocated her. I pulled her up against the shower glass. The water streaming over our bodies and the accompanying steam made me as hard as a rock.

I’m powerless to stop It feels so natural, although I know it is wrong. This is Lola, my little Lolita. I’d had a thing for a person who was both my best friend and my sister for a long time, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell my friend that I was interested in her.

As ecstasy floods into my chest and travels down to my cock as I kiss her, I feel a drop of pre-cum leaking from my dick. I have never moaned so loudly in my entire life. I pushed my cock at her entrance as I lifted her hip. We simultaneously moaned. I swear I am going to kill her with my cock today. I grabbed her hair as I probed her mouth. She had the taste of pure heaven. I know that I’m about to make a mistake, but I’m powerless to stop. She is far too flawless. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, which caused her to gag. I dipped my tongue into her mouth and left her gasping for air. Our tongues are entwined. I could kiss her every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of doing so.

Fuck, I hauled her up, her legs encircling my waist. I snuggled her into bed. I gazed at her, her lips pouting. I smeared dripping kisses down her neck. I came to a halt between her breasts. I raised my eyes to find her red like a tomato. Her lips were parted, and her passionate face caused my pre-cum to drip once more. My blood was boiling, and I really needed her. I kept my gaze fixed on her as I stroked my index and middle fingers along her tits. I wrapped the tip of my tongue around her nipple and then snatched it between my teeth. Instantaneously, it hardened into a nub. As she screams, her body begins to wither.

“Dante!” I did not know my name would sound so delicious coming from her mouth.

I was propelled on by her pleas for pleasure. I snatched the second cup from her grip and palmed her breast. I pinch the tip between my fingers, causing her to gasp and spasm, releasing the nipple, firming up, and pushing the other breast into my mouth.

I lowered my head and kissed her stomach, my tongue sliding into her belly button. I descend until I reach her teeny-tiny pussy. I buried my head between her knees, positioned my mouth on her clit, and sucked her hard, kneeling her legs wide. I groan. She tasted really wonderful. My tongue swizzles across her folds. She jerks her pelvis up for me by bending her knees and using her feet. My cock had enough of the torture. However, I was not finished with her. I yanked at her clitoral region with my teeth. Her screams got more strident, and I heard her shout my name as pleasure waves tore through her body. I inserted my finger into her pussy and began thrusting. She was leaking, the moisture evaporating from her pussy to the gap of her ass, soaking the sheets underneath her. I slipped my tongue through her wetness, savoring the delectability of her essence.

I pushed my fingers back and began thrusting into her. Her moans could be heard resonating throughout my room. I couldn’t care less. I knew my mother was around, but she was in the opposite wing of my mansion. I licked my fingertips. With my tongue, I went all in. I fuck her pussycat with my tongue till she bucks and jerks in my grasp. My tongue sinks deeper inside her with each movement she makes. After pulling on her clit between my teeth, she moans loudly and calls my name more frequently. I sucked it in between my lips and flicked it around with my tongue to make it taste better.

***

~Lola~

I knew it was wrong, and I also knew I couldn’t stop. I desired him so much that I found myself desiring more of his actions. When he buried his face in my pussy, I moaned. His nose pressed on my throbbing clit while his tongue dug deep into my pussy. I was aware that Dante was skilled at sex. While I do not know, I am ashamed to admit that I lied to him when he inquired whether I had begun having sex. I lied to avoid him, thinking I was uninteresting. I’m aware that he’s soon to discover that I lied to him about my virginity loss. I widened my legs even further for him. I could hear him muttering under his breath. He began delicately kissing my clitoral area. The location I discovered today makes me see stars.

“Dante.”

As he kissed my clit, I whispered his name in a soothing voice. My hand flew to the back of his head. He chuckled as he pushed him towards me. I bit the inside of my lower lip. He began applying the ideal amount of pressure in order to elicit my orgasm. While I was crying, he reached out and blew a warm breath across my streaming slit.

“Dante!” I yelled out. “Oh, my God!” As my orgasm built once more, I burst into tears.

“Let go, Lola, let go for me, baby.”

He cooed before clamping his lips over my clit and sucking on me roughly as I cum on his tongue.

“Fuck! I love you, Lola.”

I knew he shouldn’t say this to me. But he said it.

“I love you too, Dante!” I screamed.

He slid between my legs before sinking into me with a forceful thrust that caused me to scream at the top of my lungs.

“Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed.

His eyes widened as he drew back slightly to reveal a bloodied dick, and he glanced back at me and buried his head in my chest. Tears flowed. It was painful, but I was afraid to tell him because I had lied to him. He was unaware. I began to move slightly, which aggravated the discomfort.

“Don’t move,” he said.

He put one of my nipples in his mouth and began to move a little. It was agonizing.

***

~Dante~

Shit!

I started to see stars. Each muscle in my body is currently contracting. I’m not sure if I should continue with this. Every inch of me is now resisting the desire to thrust forward. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I’m attempting to contain my rage. She ought to have informed me. I could have been a little more gentle with my first thrust.

What was she thinking when she didn’t tell me?

I’m in a foul mood right now. That was one hell of a thrust, to say the least. I pushed myself back in.

“Oh my God,” I’m completely at a loss for what to do, but dammit, she’s sweet. I growled incoherently.

I gave out a gentle thrust while squeezing my eyes shut with my teeth clenched.

Fuck! She was so tight.

I took possession of her lips and began exploring her pussy. I started to hear her moaning. Then I picked up the speed. I drove forward, and I felt as though her walls were closing in on me. My gaze travels to her face, where I notice her lips are open. I tucked my cock further into her pelvis. Her pussy sucked up all of my energy. She swallowed me whole. As I pushed deep into her, my thumb assaulted her clit. Her walls clutched my cock so hard that I was on the verge of cuming, but I was not finished with her yet. Because of the way her walls are holding me in, I can hardly move my cock. Her cries got more intense, and her breathing became more rapid.

I rammed into her, thrusting deeper and deeper despite the fact that I knew I shouldn’t because this was her first time. She made no complaint. Rather than that, she encircled my waist with her knees and placed her fingers on my neck. I was thrusting into her harder and faster, my thumb pressing against her clit. I continued doing so until I felt my release take control. I withdrew my thumb and shoved with all my might. It was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Look at me!” I exclaimed.

She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on me. We were saturated with perspiration.

“Come with me, my Lolita.” I snarled.

Pumping harder into her pushed me to the brink of unconsciousness. When I heard her screaming my name, I couldn’t stop myself. I knew that she was coming. While we were both inhaling strongly, I spurted my cum inside her pussy and buried my face in her.

When I got up, I saw Lola trying to get up from the bed. I had to carry her to the restroom since she was too weak to walk. I mean, who would walk in her condition? I destroyed her pussy. When I caught another glimpse of her, I felt myself tensing up all over again. My beast wanted her. We moved from the shower to the balcony, then, after a while, to the sofa, doing every intimate position that I could think of. Her cries became groans. Her hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to stifle her screams. I was aware that I was thrusting too quickly. She wrapped my legs around my waist once the waves of pleasure and anguish subsided.

“Fuck, Lolita, you’re so tight.” I barked.

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

“I love your pussy.” Groaning, I provided her with everything she desired. When it comes to sex, I am a beast.

I could see that her body was riddled with bruises. I was adamant about continuing. I twirled her around on the bed as I thrust my way in from behind her. As I exploded inside her, I noticed blood streaming from her. I knew I had destroyed her pussy. I burst into another monstrous orgasm. I noticed she wasn’t moving. I turned to face her. Her eyes were closed. I panicked. She was still breathing. Fuck! She fainted.

Fuck!

I made a phone call to our family doctor. She was not a squanderer of time. When she arrived, she gave me a look. I shifted my gaze far away from hers. She knew what had happened. I was wearing my sweatpants with nothing on top. My mom walked in. I rushed to cover the bed so that she wouldn’t see that I slept with her lovely daughter. My mom loved Lola with everything in her. She was like her own daughter. I saw her giving me a suspicious look, but I remained unshaken. I can’t afford to be judged by her right now.

“Emily, what happened to my daughter? Why is she all bruised up?” Emily looked at me. I shook my head. She knew what that meant. Emily knew that Lola and I were best friends.

“Mrs. Monroe, she’s fine. She had a bad dream. She hurt herself thinking she was still dreaming.”

I am still a suspect in my mom’s eyes. Though my mom knows that I and Lola have always shared a bed, she knows I have never touched her, but right now I am a suspect.

“I have to admit her. She will be fine, Mrs. Monroe.”

“No, I’m going with her.” My mom demanded.