Something Old, Something New

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Syd

“Hey Syd. Wh…what’s up?”

“STEPH!” I screamed into the phone. “OMG, you are getting married.”

Steph giggled, then it sounded like she stifled a moan.

“Steph, what are you doing?”

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, um, nothing. Jus…just talking to Wyatt.”

“Eww Stephane Renee, are you and Wyatt having s*x?”

“No,” she said innocently. “Well, not really,” she laughed.

“I’m so disgusted,” I teased. “Call me later, we have s**t to do today.”

She laughed.

“Ok, I’ll call you in a few,” she said before she hung up.

Stephane has been my friend since we were babies, our moms were best friends and it just happened to work out that we ended up as best friends too. Stephane and I had gone through all the different stages of life together and now she was getting married.

I always knew she would get married first, I just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited and thrilled for her, I just expected her to be much older when she did finally settle down.

Steph is very shy and hates going out, therefore she didn’t date much. If it hadn’t been for me dragging her to that Halloween party she would never have met the man of her dreams. Well, that and the fact that he’s a clumsy drunk.

I was off from work for a long weekend to prepare for the wedding, so today I was dragging Steph to a surprise spa day, then bachelorette party. Tomorrow was lunch (and probably recovering from hangovers) and then Saturday my best friend, “my sister” was getting married.

I was in the middle of packing a bag when my phone rang.

“Well, that was fast, do I need to give him some tips for the wedding night,” I said jokingly without looking at the screen.

“Hey Syd.” It wasn’t Steph.

“Oh. Hi Phil.”

“Damn, ‘oh hi’, that’s all I get?”

The sound of his voice made me roll my eyes.

“What can I help you with Phil?”

“I miss you, what are you doing today?”

“Um…well, my best friend is getting married in a few days, so I’m rather busy.”

“Oh come on Syd, don’t be like that.”

“What do you want Phil?”

“Baby, I miss you. Can I come see you? Syd, I know you are off. Please, I miss you.”

“You always say that Phil and then after we have s*x I don’t hear from you again until the next time you ‘miss me.’ You promised me that things would be different and they aren’t. I’m over it.”

“Come on Syd, don’t you miss me?”

“No.”

“Babe.”

“No.”

“I just want to see you. No sex.”

“Whatever Phil.”

There was a knock at the door. I pulled the phone away from my face to look at the time. 8:15, too early for mail, I thought.

“Phil I’ve got to go, I have things to do.” I hung up before my resolve broke.

I threw on my short black and white polka dot robe and went to the door. I should have known. I shook my head.

“Why are you here Phil?” I said as I opened the door.

“I told you, I missed you.”

God, he looked so good standing in my doorway. He was tall, about 6’1, with dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. What really got me was the sexy little mole on his lip. If I didn’t get away from him, he’d have me screaming his name in a matter of minutes. I stood my ground.

“Goodbye Phil,” I said as I tried to close the door.

Over the last two and a half years, Phil and I have had this crazy, unconventional and completely unhealthy relationship. Steph knew this, Wyatt knew this and honestly, I knew this. It started purely based on s*x, but as time went on I fell for the bastard. Okay, I fell pretty quickly and pretty hard. He’s gorgeous, charming as hell and don’t even get me started on the s*x. OMG THE s*x. Mentally, I knew he was all wrong for me, but my heart wasn’t quite ready to grasp it.

“Syd, wait. I’m sorry. I’m an ass, I know I am. I’m sorry. Baby, I miss you. Please.”

“Phil, not now. I have s**t to do. Your best friend is getting married, shouldn’t you be at a tux fitting or screwing the strippers you hired for the bachelor party?”

“Ouch Syd,” he said as he covered his heart in a mock wounded gesture.

I stood in the doorway and crossed my arms over my chest, determined to not give in.

“I promise, no more other women. Just you and me, okay?” He reached out and grabbed my hand.

His touch was warm and sent ripples through my body. When I didn’t pull away, he moved in closer, looking into my eyes.

“Okay?”

I looked away. He grabbed my chin in his hand.

“Syd, look at me.”

I did.

“No more other women.”

Those damn blue eyes got me every time. My resolve shattered. He pulled my chin up to his lips and kissed me. My arms dropped to my sides. He had me and he knew it. He reached out and untied my robe, it fell open, revealing my lacy cream colored bra and panties.

“Damn Syd! You know you’re sexy right.”

“So you tell me,” I tried to sound snarky, but the shiver in my voice gave away my underlying desire.

“So can I come in or are you going to make me take you right here in the hallway?”

“You wouldn’t!” I said, feeling bold.

“Try me,” he said as he dipped down and kissed my neck while fondling my breasts. He pulled one strap down and my breast popped out. He cupped it and took the n****e in his mouth, teasing it, licking and sucking it. My head fell back and I let out a moan.

“Stop, my neighbors.”

“I don’t give a s**t about old Mrs. Winston,” he said, cutting me off. “She might enjoy the show and learn a trick or two while she’s at it.”

“OMG, Phil come inside,” I said as I pulled him in and shut the door. “You’re absolutely terr…” he cut me off with a kiss.

He backed me up against the wall. He pulled back from the kiss as he placed both arms on the wall around me and then just stood there looking down at me.

“You really are beautiful Syd,” I felt my cheeks turn red. He leaned in and kissed me again while his left hand cupped my face and his right hand reached inside my robe and grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him. He kissed my cheek, then my ear and whispered, “No more other women baby, okay?” I nodded my head as he continued to kiss along my jawline and down my neck while his right hand slid down my waist to the band of my panties. He slid under the lacy garment and cupped my ass. I let out a breathy moan. This man, this awful, despicable, totally unfaithful man, always knew exactly what to do to make me feel so good. It’s part of why I couldn’t get over him.

“Phil, I really have to get going soon,” I whispered, a moan escaping my lips.

“Don’t worry baby, she’s not going anywhere,” he said as he started to suck on my already exposed n****e, I felt it pucker in his mouth. With his right hand, he reached underneath and found my sensitive spot already slick and warm. He moaned into my chest.

“Damn baby, you’re wet. I think you missed me too,” he said as he slid a finger inside. “Did you?” He asked as he slid a second finger in and worked them in and out. My hands gripped his shoulders and my head fell back against the wall.

“I can’t hear you baby, did you miss me?”

I was too caught up in the sensation to respond. His movements stopped, he pulled his fingers out, picked his head up and looked me in the eyes, “Did you miss me Sydnee?”

I immediately felt an aching need where his fingers had just been.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, I missed you.”

“Good,” he captured my mouth with his and I sighed at the sensation of his fingers back inside of me.

With his free hand, he tweaked and teased my n*****s, his fingers working me from the inside. The pressure of his hard body leaning into me, created friction against my c**t. I leaned back against the wall as I felt that familiar feeling starting in the pit of my stomach and spread outward.

“Look at me Syd,” he demanded.

I looked up at him and he increased his pace.

“Play with your n*****s for me baby,” he instructed. I felt my buds harden even more.

As much as I wanted to be mad at him, my body always betrayed me around him. I reached up and tweaked both of my n*****s, now free, as my bra hung around my waist. I could tell that he could feel my walls clench around his fingers, he knows my body so well. He leaned in and kissed me again and I began to shake.

“That’s my girl,” he breathed into my mouth. His palm rubbed up against my c**t as his fingers pumped in and out of me and I pinched and pulled my n*****s. With one last thrust from him, I exploded, right there standing in the middle of my front hallway.

Phil slowly worked his fingers in me until my orgasm subsided. A smug smile crossed his lips as he withdrew from inside me. His eyes still locked with mine, he placed his fingers in my mouth. I licked and sucked all of my juices off, then he captured my mouth again. He moaned into my mouth, then stepped back and looked at me hungrily.

“Mm, baby. Still as good as I remember. I have to run. I have a half day scheduled at work. Can I see you tonight?”

“Tonight is the bachelorette party.”

“And? The boys are taking Wyatt out tonight. I can come by after.”

Wyatt decided that he didn’t want a bachelor party. He said that his track record with parties recently sucked and he didn’t want anything messing it up before he got Steph down the aisle.

“I don’t know. Maybe,” I sighed.

He dipped down and took a n****e in his mouth, “Please,” he asked while his mouth was still full.

“Fine. I’ll text you.”

“You better,” he said, reaching around and squeezing my ass before giving it a quick smack.

And with that he was gone, and I was left leaning up against the wall, trying to regain my composure.