Choosing Between The Billionaire Bestfriends

Are you really sure about this, Lyn?" The young, blue-eyed man asked, his eyes shining with so much love.

"Yes, I'm sure. Never have I been more sure of anything in my life." The melanin-skinned woman declared, her own dark brown eyes reflecting the same volume of love, perhaps even more. "I'm offering you my virginity, Nick. I want to do this with you."

In that moment, Nicholas Carver felt as though his heart would explode from joy… so much joy. For you see, he loved Marilyn Appleby. He loved her so much, even though he hadn't told her just yet, and he was really moved to know that she trusted him that much to bestow upon him such a precious gift.

He opened his mouth to vocalize this appreciation he felt, but was silenced by the press of her lips against hers. "Not another word Nick, make love to me now."

No other words were uttered. There was just silence and the soft rustling of clothes shimmying down to the ground, forgotten in that moment of revelation.

Lyn's heart wouldn't stop beating hard against her ribcage. She was scared, no scared wasn't the right word… she was giddy with anticipation of what was to come.

Yes, that was it.

Of course they had made out before, lots of times actually, but this time… everything was different.

Everything was special.

Because tonight was going to be the night.

Soft, love music wafted over to their ears as they stood naked staring at each other in the darkness, the moonlight the only illumination for their hungry eyes.

"You're exquisite," Lyn whispered, as she traced a path down his taut, chest, her dainty hands shaking slightly as she felt his muscled washboard abs.

The words invoked a soft chuckle out of Nick as he relished in her gentle ministrations. "What are you talking about, Lyn? Because in my eyes, you're the exquisite one here." His own hand began a trail down her supple body, beginning from her dark, creamy, slender neck. "Just look at these," His hands cupped her perfect breasts, drawing what seemed like a cross between a gasp and a moan out of the poor girl whose eyes had already flickered shut at the burst of so much pleasure.

"I do not have unending curves like yours, Lyn." The man whispered, his hands brushing softly against her stomach to caress her waist, and then her back. "You're so soft, you're- you're the softness to my hardness."

Marilyn's head fell against his chest. This- this… the feel of his hands against her body, the heat of it all, it was just too much, but it seemed that Nick was just getting started. His hands finally made their way to her ample derriere and he squeezed.

Hard.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that without you in clothes." Nick chuckled sexily, the action causing Marilyn's body to be wracked in a fit of giggles even as he pressed her tightly against him.

The light, teasing moment passed as both felt each other finally, this time without the barrier of clothes, or underwear. It was just skin to skin, nose to nose, body to body.

Lyn could feel him,

All of him.

Her curious hands dared to wander towards his hard-on and she tentatively squeezed and stroked, eliciting a groan from him that shot straight to her core.

Even in the haze of all that pleasure, Nick still managed to reach for her hand. "No Lyn," He whispered. "Not now, I've got something I need to tell you."

"Now?" The dark, pretty woman whined as she peppered kisses down his jaw, her one hand gently tweaking her own pebbled nipple. Nick was awed and greatly turned on by her wantonness, but there were just some things that needed to be done first.

"Lyn, hold on…" He pushed her away slightly, his face suddenly red from… was that nervousness or embarrassment?

Marilyn didn't really know, but the sight lessened her desire somewhat, worry and confusion taking full reigns instead. "Nick, what's wrong? We don't need to do this if you don't want to… I'll understand—"

"I love you, Marilyn Carver," The handsome man finally confessed, much to the surprise of the woman. "You-you love me?"

The shine in his eyes was impossible to ignore. "Yes, Marilyn Appleby. I love you, I have loved you for a long time now, but somehow I always never gathered the courage to let you know, and I know it's all so very fast and we have barely been going out for three months, but I know that you're the one for me. You-you don't even have to say anything, I understand that I've caught you by surprise, and I also know that there is a possibility that you do not feel the same way…" He brushed his messy curls away from his face, "Fuck, I don't know why I can't stop fucking blabbing—"

Marilyn silenced him with a kiss.

A very long one.

You see, she was very thrilled at the news… for it meant that the handsome man standing before her— baring his heart to her, also felt the same.

"I love you too, Nicholas Carver," She declared excitedly after breaking their kiss.

"Wait, what? You do?" Nick couldn't hide his joyful disbelief. For some reason, he had never believed that his love for the beautiful woman standing in front of him in all her naked glory would be reciprocated, and he had resigned himself to that fact in good fate.

How wrong he had been.

"I love you Nick," Marilyn repeated again in a whisper. "For me, it was probably love at first sight… when you saved me from that evil man on that day, and I have never gone back since."

They were both silent, each letting the remnants of their confessions sink in.

This wasn't a one-sided thing?

They were all in this together.

No more words were needed after their contemplations ended, for both parties felt the sudden rush of need that drenched them both in full force… pushing them to give, and take, and give some more. It was intense, really… the love, the passion, the lust as each one licked, and caressed and stroked, as their tongues fought each other for dominance— It was a beautiful, erotic dance of love and natural urges.

Marilyn didn't know when they tumbled onto his sheets, all she remembered was the love and worry in Nick's eyes as he hovered above her, feeling bad that he was going to have to hurt her first before giving her the pleasure he so badly wanted to. All she recalled was the way she had wrapped her legs around him, forcing him to push into her at one go. She remembered the searing pain, and the look of betrayal in his eyes as she smiled through the pain and tried to assure him that she was alright;

Lord, the gentle thrusts that had quickly turned into something more… that had had her crying out Nick's name over and over and over again as she moaned, and whimpered and screamed in ecstasy— the intense pleasure that had wracked her body as he worked her to orgasm, causing her to dissolve in a muffled heap around him…

"Promise me we will always be together, Nick…" She remembered whispering before sleep claimed her, and even then, she managed to catch his faint but sure promise. "I will never leave you, Lyn. We will be together forever, and that's a promise."

*****

Two days.

Marilyn hadn't heard from Nick in two days, which was a very unusual experience. The two could barely go two hours without wanting to speak to each other, so it struck her as odd.

She had tried his phone, been to his place…

His line wasn't going through, his apartment was locked.

Lyn didn't want to admit it, but it seemed as if he had suddenly disappeared off the earth.

Naah, she was overthinking things.

There was a probably logical explanation for all of this, she was very sure he'd get in touch soon.

****

Marilyn was broken hearted.

A whole month had passed, and this time her worst fears had been confirmed.

Turns out Nicholas Carver just wanted to use her after all, just like all the other guys.

Marilyn had still not heard from him, not a text, not a breakup… nothing, but this time at least, a concerned neighbor had had pity on her and told her the truth;

Nicholas Carver had gone abroad.

His apartment had been sold, and he had left urgently without telling anybody…

Not even her.

For days, Lynn was uncontrollable. She cried non-stop, she wouldn't eat… she barely bathed or got out of the apartment she shared with her best friend, Vanessa.

"You can't live like this, Lyn. Honestly speaking, you've been in this state for far too long, you need to move on." Vanessa advised as she barged into her friend's room with food for the third time that day and the stubborn girl would still not eat.

"I don't think I can live anymore, Ness." Lyn confessed sadly, a stray tear streaming down her face. "There's nothing left to live for."

"That's bullshit, Lyn… and you know it, there's so much to live for—"

Vanessa's motivational speech was interrupted by Marilyn's sudden gagging. The dark skinned girl dashed to the bathroom in a flash, and retched her guts out.

When she tiredly made it out of the bathroom, her best friend had decided;

They were going to the hospital, and there was no room for argument.

*****

Three hours, and many tests and medications later, the girls endured a bus ride home, each lost in their thoughts… but through it all, never did Vanessa let go of her friend's hand, and how could she?

A huge bombshell had just been dropped on their shoulders.

Marilyn was pregnant!

Of course she knew when the conception had taken place. Sometime during that night where she had given herself whole heartedly, and repeatedly to that man— yes, that was what she was calling him now;

That man, because it was much easier to assume that he had never existed than to acknowledge him and relive the pain all over again.

"What are you going to do now, Lyn?" She heard her friend ask softly, the action snapping her out of her thoughts. "Any decision you make, just know that I will stand with you, every step of the way, alright?"

She could only nod, overcome with too much emotion to answer in that moment.

When they got home later that day, she managed a few spoons of rice without being told to eat, her hands absently caressing her stomach even as she ate.

A smile broke out on Vanessa's face at the action.

That was how wonderful their friendship was… one could say a thousand words without even having to open their mouth, and in that very moment, Marilyn was saying it all. She was screaming on top of her lungs, "I have so much to live for now, starting with the little baby growing inside me. I'm going to keep this precious gift."