Page 38 of Welcome to the Friendzone

“Marta!” Oliver moaned while he felt her clench around him. They were both close and the unexpected visit catapulted them right to the edge. With her feet on the floor, Marta was perfectly able to bounce up and down on his cock in an intensity and speed like never before. It brought both of them the ultimate pleasure.

“I can’t hold it any longer,” Marta moaned and Oliver could already feel her clench around his cock.

The mixture of her moans, the pressure on his cock and the adrenaline in his body, let him spill deep inside of her with a graveled moan of her name.

They were both panting while Marta stilled her movement.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow, Sugar. That was intense.”

He smiled at her before leaning in to place a kiss on her lips.

“You think he heard us?” Marta laughed, knowing all too well that if the person had realized that Marta and Oliver were having sex in the bathroom it would cause them a lot of problems.

“Oh definitely. Let’s hope it was Butch,” Oliver laughed as well, both of them still riding the rest of their highs.

They were love drunk and couldn’t assess the severity of them almost being caught properly.

“So much about our secret relationship,” Marta sighed, rising to her feet.

She turned around to collect her clothes and hopped into them again. Oliver rose to his feet too, still completely naked, and pulled Marta towards him.

“It’s gonna be okay. I promise.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead, before getting into his own clothes.

They were enjoying the heat of the moment but he knew that Marta would regret it in a few minutes. It had been his idea because he’d been turning her on deliberately the entire morning but he didn’t think about the risk of getting caught.

"I wish we didn’t have to hide," she whispered toward the door.

Oliver placed his hand on her back while stepping towards her. His hand moved from her back to around her waist so that he could pull her against his chest.

"One day," he said before placing a loving kiss on the back of her head.

"Yeah, one day. I can’t wait for it to come."

“Me neither.”

Clueless

Then

December 24th, 2021

“I don’t know what to do. I wish you were here to help me with this decision,” Marta sighed deeply while standing in front of the cold grave.

Just as she did every year on this day, she visited Frank and Peach, brought them a bouquet of flowers, and talked to them.

Christmas was one of those holidays when the cemeteries were crowded with people because this holiday was made for families and on those days people miss their loved ones the most. More people in the cemetery meant more people around her who could see and hear her talk to a freaking stone. Although it was common in books and movies, in reality not many people actually spoke to the bodies lying within the graves. Marta did and she didn’t care if people thought she was crazy. It was her ritual to tell Frank about the past year, about every milestone she had reached after he was ripped out of her life, and about the good and the bad things that had happened to her.

This year was the same as usual; Marta stood in front of the grave, her arms crossed in front of her chest to press the fabric of her winter coat even closer to her freezing body. It was unusually cold today, mainly due to a freezing breeze that forced Marta to wear a beanie. She hated any kind of hat, but Oliver had insisted that she would freeze to death if she didn’t wear it. Of course she didn’t own a beanie, so Oliver gave her his navy blue one that had the SEAL’s logo on the front. It was a little big for her head so she had to readjust it every few minutes or the wool would cover her eyes completely.

“I feel stupid for coming here and asking you for help regarding love. This feels so wrong.”

She started to pace up and down along Frank’s grave, her heart suddenly weighing a ton. Every heartbeat was heavy within her chest while guilt crawled through her entire nervous system. What a stupid idea to go to her dead husband’s grave to talk about someone she may or may not have fallen in love with.

A stronger breeze swelled, almost brushing the wide beanie off Marta’s head. She quickly grabbed it with one of her hands while the other was occupied getting the strands of hair out of her face.

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