Would it still be cheating if she looked just like his girlfriend?
Eddie admires all shapes and sizes of women, never acting on his impulses, until today
Content Warning: NSFW, looking & flirting quickly evolves into intimacy & cheating
The waitress set a coffee down on Eddie’s table. As she moved away he admired the swish of her ample butt in her black skirt, round and springy, just the way he liked it. The foam on his drink was shaped like a heart, but he knew it was not a message for him, it was standard for every latte.
Look at the melons on that chick!
Eddie avidly watched the tits wobble within the tiny triangles of the curvy girl’s bikini, taking care not to move his head. He was confident the black lenses of his sunglasses hid the direction of his stare, as long as he didn’t let his head swivel towards his object of lust.
Holy Moly! My hands could span her slim waist.
His eyes were on a tall girl who sashayed past the cafe, wearing cut-off denim shorts, loose like a paper bag around her midriff, but clinging to a toned, peachy rear end that was a knockout.
Phew! It was no wonder Eddie was a regular at this cafe. Its view of the beach was obscured by mobile vendors, but it was the quickest route to the swimming area and he could enjoy watching the bold and the beautiful make their way to the water’s edge dressed in the skimpiest outfits.
E where are you? I need my morning coffee
His screen flashed with a message from Allison. He ignored it and stirred a sachet of sugar into his drink, disrupting the perfect heart of foam. Raising the cup to his lips he took a hit of caffeine, and his heart nearly stopped. His girlfriend was out there on the sidewalk. Her hair was braided in an unfamiliar style and she wore a barely-there sundress that he didn’t recognise, but the figure beneath it and those sculpted legs were distinctly Allison.
Who was she with, and why was she smiling when she’d just sent him an impatient text?
Eddie forgot the rule about not moving his head and craned his neck for a better look at the girl with the ponytail holding her hand. She didn’t look like any friend of Allison’s that he knew.
Eddie. Coffee. Now!
His screen brightened again. Allison had also sent the emoji showing its teeth in a growl.
He noticed the ‘Allison’ in the street wasn’t even holding her phone. She carried a large bottle of water and a rolled-up towel stuck out of her beach bag.
That couldn’t be Allison. Did his girlfriend have a twin?
He checked her out again.
Shapely tanned legs flared out to bodacious hips, he glimpsed the sparkle of an unfamiliar belly-button gem before he assessed the swell of her breasts, then felt his head explode. While Allison possessed a handful on either side, not-Allison spilled delightfully out of the limits of her spaghetti-strapped sundress. Her harvest was bountiful indeed!
As Eddie watched, not-Allison let go of her friend’s hand and turned towards the cafe where he sat. As she approached the shade of its striped awning, her wedge sandals slapped at the soles of her feet. She wore a silver anklet and toe rings, and as she passed his table, Eddie’s mouth dried but his cock stirred in his board shorts.
E — What is taking you so long? Bring me a pastry — I’m starving!
Barely glancing at his phone before slipping it into his pocket, Eddie rose to his feet to step into the queue behind not-Allison, where the view of her curves was just as sweet. He was enspelled by this glorious creature. If he’d photoshopped his girlfriend to his ideals, not-Allison would be the result. As she ordered her drinks to go, he thought even the lilt of her voice was more appealing.
C’mon Romeo, what are you going to say to her?
Eddie peeked inside her beach bag and saw his salvation, a battered copy of The Great Gatsby, his favourite book since college.
Eddie moved to where not-Allison was waiting for the harried barista to make up their orders.
“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.” he quoted hopefully.
For a few beats, the young woman looked at him, questioning if he was talking to her. Eddie raised one eyebrow, which popped above the dark frame of his sunglasses.
Then with a barely perceptible quirk of her top lip, not-Allison quoted right back.
“We can’t lose each other. And let all this glorious love end in nothing. Come home. I’ll be here waiting and hoping for every long dream of you to come true.”
They beamed at each other like soulmates.
“Life is just as complicated and tangled as that book,” Eddie told her, “yet I’ve never felt a love as passionate as Gatsby’s for Daisy.”
“Well … he was in love with a dream,” she answered, her eyes sparkling.
“And dreams are fleeting,” he agreed.
Not-Allison dropped sachets of sugar and a stirrer into her brown paper bag. She looked at Eddie and licked her lips. They both knew this was a pick-up, but she seemed to be rolling with it.
“So Eddie,” she said, after glancing at the name written on his cup, “we should seize the moment.”
Eddie folded his glasses and slid them into a back pocket as he followed the woman through the cafe and into the alley behind it. His cock rose hot and hard in his boxers watching her glorious backside twitch and ripple with every step. As her thick thighs rubbed together, he almost groaned at the sound of soft skin on skin, punctuated as it was by the slap of sandals against her bare soles.
Once in the privacy of the alley, she set her bags on a chair that the staff used on smoking breaks and pushed away the straps of her dress so it fell to her waist, displaying her ripe breasts.
Immediately Eddie took in that vista of plump fruit and stepped close enough to pluck them, bending his head to lick and taste, to nibble and suck like a starving man. She tugged at his shorts, until his boner sprang free, then she stroked and smoothed her hand along it, tugging and teasing with deft expertise.
Eddie’s hands were free, although his mouth was busy, so he reached to fondle the cheeks of her ass which was as Reubanesque as he could have hoped. While he massaged those fleshy globes he delved deeper and found the thinnest string of a thong nestled in between. It was drenched with juices and her pussy lips had swelled around it. His fingers glided past the fabric and pressed deep into the heat of her honey pot, and were instantly swamped with moisture and throbbing excitement.
Both of them were panting, as Eddie backed not-Allison against the stucco wall. He raised one of her legs and hooked it around his hip, aiming his jutting length at her glorious hole. With a nudge and a jerk, he claimed her. His groan of satisfaction escaped in unison with hers.
They began to pump, and hump, hips clashing and chests mashing. He thrust to reach deep inside her and she moved to assist. He took her weight with his hands while she twisted a nipple through his t-shirt. He bruised her neck with his teeth, she hummed and rubbed her clit with deft circles, coaxing her orgasm to build.
“Right there, don’t stop,” she gasped in his ear.
Eddie powered on, riding her hard and fast, his hips like the pistons of a well-oiled machine.
“I’m coming,” she urged him, then he felt the change; clutching undulations within her pussy as she raised her hips to melt into his.
Warned of his impending climax by fiery tingles, Eddie pulled out and bust a nut against her thigh. His cock spat ropes of sticky jism that cooled as quickly as his length softened. Her breathing slowed and she lowered her foot to the ground.
Now it was over, Eddie felt a little awkward. He’d never cheated on Allison before, but somehow he had got swept up in the idea that, because she was the doppelganger for his girlfriend, this wouldn’t count. He stepped back and plucked a wad of paper napkins from the take-out bag of coffee, which he passed to non-Allison to wipe herself clean.
“That was fun,” she busied herself adjusting her clothes.
“I really enjoyed it,” he admitted, “but … I love someone else.”
“I get it hun.” When not-Allison looked at him, her face bore no accusation or expectation.
“Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.” She quoted the Great Gatsby again.
“This was a one-time thing,” Eddie nodded, glad she understood.
“Spur of the moment,” not-Allison beamed, “spice of life, “ she affirmed, picking up her bags and leaving.
Eddie hardly dared look at the messages from Allison, blowing up his phone. Instead he picked up a fresh coffee order and her favourite pastries before he walked home.
Written as a writers’ challenge to combine cheating with a summer/ beach setting by Hank Dolworth. Quotations from F Scott Fitzgerald’s novel The Great Gatsby. Image of bikini on sand by Roland Klampfer on Pixabay