The second I slip from the room Muriel is staying in I break into a sprint and ditch my ruined boxers inside my room across the hall.

She's inevitably overthinking right now. I more than likely have some serious damage control to do, so I grab a fresh pair of boxers and kick the ruined ones into the corner of the room.

I sprint back out and collect myself before reentering to find her still in the same spot staring up at the ceiling lost in her thoughts.

"You alright, Murry?" I ask needing to know she didn't regret this. If she does I don't know what I will do. It would crush me, that I know for sure.

"Hmm? No, yeah." She sits up fixing the brown skirt to cover her thick thighs and glances at the shirt next to her but leaves it.

Bloody hell!

Relief floads me when she didn't immediately fully dress but I still hold my breath as she mulls her thoughts over.

"That was...fun." Her pink swollen lips spread into a tired smile. I let out a breath and fall stomach first onto the bed beside her.

"Thank God, I was worried there for a second."

She chuckles, "I know."

I prop myself up on my elbows and ask, "I'm confused Muriel, you acted as if you'd never been touched like that before?" I knew she wasn't a virgin, so I am confused about what the bloody hell Jeremy was doing with her this entire time.

She cringes slightly but after a second answers, "He did do it, but I thought it was super awkward. Eventually, he just stopped attempting because I didn't like it."

"Then did he try his tongue?"

She cringes even harder, "God, Ollie, do you have to be so blunt about it?"

"Fine, did he try other things to make sure you were...pleasured?"

"Yes- this is so awkward...I guess I just didn't like it and doing that sort of thing just fizzled out until we stopped doing that sort of stuff altogether."

This fucking guy. I never liked him, but now I want to throttle him. Murry is a thinker, she will overthink something to a fault. So I could only imagine how she became stuck on thinking she didn't like foreplay. And I'm sure, Jeremy was all too happy with being the only one getting his kicks.

"It's not awkward, not at all. Besides Jeremy though, when you touch yourself-."

"Oh my God, Ollie." She gripes and grabs at her shirt I'm laying on. I tuck my arms holding onto it under my chest so she's unable to pull it free.

"It's just a question? We're best friends, best friends talk about this stuff all the time."

"Don't patronize me. We are not best friends. We were, but we are not anymore. I don't know what the heck we are...ugh, this is stressful." She gives up on the shirt and falls backward, gazing back up at the ceiling, her light brows furrowed.

She's right, like always. We are not best friends, thanks to me. But that doesn't mean she still isn't the most important person in the world to me. Even when we were hardly talking if she had called I would have dropped anything and everything to be there for her, including work. So to say I wasn't bitter about her and my brother's relationship is a lie. I know they've remained close whereas we've drifted and I know she called him when she found Henry cheating.

But, now I intend to change that.

"How can I make this unstressful for you?" My eyes slowly drop down the length of her body, appreciating everything about her. From her adorable freckles on her shoulders and chest to her breasts and how well they fill out that white bra and her soft stomach and round hips, my type to the T. Or perhaps I just go for curvy bodies because it's what I knew she would look and feel like. Yes, I am a damn wanker for fantasizing about her while I'm with others, everyone does it, so sue me.

"I have no clue." She laughs a worried laugh and keeps those blue eyes trained to the ceiling.

"What if," I close the gap between us, climbing over her upper body and rest on my elbows with her beautiful face beneath mine, "You figure it out later?"

She breaks into a smile and breathes quietly as my fingers comb into her pretty ginger hair, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" She retorts.

"Course' I would." Having her beneath me instantly has my dick swelling like I hadn't gotten off minutes ago. There are so many more places I want to touch or kiss and now, debating on her, I actually might be able to do it. However, this feeling of her hot skin on mine and running my fingers through her hair is just as perfect as I thought I would be.

I've been in love with Muriel Reazpoe since I was a boy. Up until this moment being in love with someone while they were with someone else was one of the hardest things I had to face. But now, I've actually got an honest chance. Although, me admitting my true feelings to this girl right now may cause her an actual heart attack from a sudden spike in anxiety, I'll keep this to myself, as always.

"What?" Muriel thins her eyes at me, dropping them a moment to my mouth.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Mmm? I'm looking at you like normal." I slightly panic hoping her shit ability to reading me remains but plant a kiss onto her lips to distract her, just in case.

She squeaks in futile protest but concedes to my diverting advances. Her hands slide up my forearms making hairs rise left by her her fingers' wake. Murry deepens the kiss, pulling me with her hands pulling my shoulders to give me a silent queue to fit my hips between her legs. Like before, I'm hard in an instant.

This time when she kisses me, I'm aware of the ever-present doubt or hesitation has evaporated from her movements. The constant pauses when she touches or reacts to me, gone. Giving way to her pure reactions, untainted by her overthinking.

This is my Murry.

"Ollie?" She exhales the sweetest sound I've ever heard. The sound mixing with her panting my name has my dick throbbing and standing straight searching out the heat coming from between her legs.

"Mmmhmm?" I need to get it together.  Slow, I need to go slow. I can't wreck this, not when she's finally opened up to me. However, my lips continue to suck onto hers, then move to her neck tasting the salty skin from our prior activity and the hot weather blowing in from the open window nearby.

"We should...stop..." She starts but her hands grip the roots of my hair tightly to hold me in place. "Right?"

"Fuck, baby." I moan unable to help myself from pressing against the center of her. "I want you so bad."

Her legs wrap around the backs of my thighs, making it really fucking difficult to take it down a notch.

"I want you, everywhere." She says with a moan making my heart skip and my motions freeze.

"Wait- what?"

"What?"

"What do you mean? I need full detailed instructions. In multiple languages." I have no control and Muriel dangling the potential offer in front of me is like dangling a juicy steak in front of a dog...and I'm a right tit for comparing her to a steak.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away."

"What did I say about you and apologizing?" I remove her little hands from the back of my neck and plant them on either side of her head. The immediate shock on her face causes a chuckle to rise from my throat.

Returning to her neck, I suck and bite loving her wiggling beneath me. Both of us know my hands holding hers aren't restraining her but the act has the fantasy of it playing out in my mind. Another soft moan comes from her parted lips and I'm returning to touch her again, rubbing her soaked panties against the warmth of her center.

I'm sucking the tender skin hard enough to leave a mark on her shoulder near the slacked bra strap, her pale skin brightly contrasting against the red mark left by my lips.

Greedily, I pull the strap of her panties down to her thighs so this time I can work without any obstruction. When my hand returns I'm rewarded with her soaked between the legs and her raspy voice begging for a kiss, to which I oblige.

I circle around her swollen bud and adventure down, teasing her entrance and dragging up the wetness to her sensitive spot. "Oh, wow." She gasps.

This poor girl, she's never been properly fucked. Twenty five years old and Jeremy-fucking-Reynold's never took the time to learn her body or what she even enjoys.  I'd be sure to make sure she was never left unsatisfied.

"Do you want to come again?" I ask hovering above her stamping her blissful flushed face to memory when she inevitably decides she's done with me.

"Yes."

I adjust my hand so my thumb still gives her bud the attention but I add a finger and slip it inside, my jealous cock pulsing quickly in my boxers.

"Oh." She murmurs glancing down between her legs but then lets her head fall back her hands still beside her head where I had left them. I drag my finger out while attending to her clit and enjoy the view beneath me.

Muriel's skin is flushed pink, her eyes lightly closed, and lips open lost in the currents of pleasure coarsing through her. This is how she should have felt. From her first time to everytime after that.

Her internal muscles constrict around my finger so I drag it out in long torturous pumps. Watching her come undone beneath me is everything to make me reach my own climax again. Sometimes, it's not about hammering the poor girl like a jackhammer, a lot of the time it's the best when its drawn out with every tingle and wave of pleasure felt fully.

Because I'm a selfish prick, the satisfying thought of me being the one to properly give this girl an orgasm is worth every shit day I've lived not having her and one giant middle finger to Reynolds and her father.

Of course, it's none of their damn business what we've done, or will do- Muriel willing. But it's about time this girl gets what she deserves.

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Oh snap! I bet you weren't expecting back to back smut chapters!

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I wanted you to read Ollie's POV. It is very important.

The next chapter is another flashback to help understand these characters a little better.

Thank you for your patience with my updates this week! I had the worst stomach aches! But I'm feeling much better now!

Thank you for reading !