&closed starter for @sxlxcious The situation was a god damn mess and there was no one to blame save for Antonio. They say you can't outrun the ghosts of your past but in fairness, Ant wasn't really running from anything intentionally. It was at his first high school teaching when he crossed paths with with Elle. The girl had a reputation and he was being honest, she far exceeded all the stories he'd heard rumbling through the grapevine. There was no excusing his brief moments of weakness but he can confidently say he'd never laid a finger on her before. She couldn't say the same. When a new job offer across the country came up for better pay, he simply took it as something too good to ignore. Any lingering whispers from the devil on his shoulder were left behind for good...or so he thought. By some sick twist of chance or was it fate? he's crossed paths with the very same ghost of his past. Ant was happily in a committed relationship with the same woman he met shortly after moving to Los Angeles before he crossed paths with Elle again. It was fitting that it was in the subway of all places, considering that they had history in that setting. It's funny how quick life can get turned on it's head. Rachel was kind of girlfriend anyone would could ask for. She was funny, caring and respectful of almost every one of Antonio's needs. Like him, she was a person of faith but her devotion was far deeper than his. Rachel was adamant about saving herself for marriage and therein lied the thread that was the key to unlocked the predicament he currently found himself in. "Fucking hell." Ant's tongue swipes over his lips as he speaks, tasting her all too familiar lip gloss on his mouth. He flips through his leather wallet one more time as if by some miracle, the thing he was looking for would magically appear. Ant closes his eyes as his hands search his own pockets, silently holding his breath as he hopes to find the trust golden foil package he needed. The shifting movement does nothing but make him even more aware of the throbbing cock still dying to bee freed from its prison. "I'm out of condoms." He utters words of defeat, knowing there is no one to blame but himself. Antonio had somehow deluded himself into thinking that if he wore a condom, it really wasn't cheating. It was the same delusional work arounds they would give each just like how a blowjob isn't cheating either. The rate at which they blew threw condoms was nothing short of impressive but failing to restock was only his fault. He loved Rachel but Elle had rekindled the ravenous libido that had been long dormant since his college days. Calloused finger tips reach around her waist and give her pert ass a firm grip, almost as if silently mourning what could have been. "I guess now we'll be free to make the 9 PM mass by the bonfire, huh?" It was Rachel's church's annual camping weekend retreat. Elle was around so much that she somehow became an official member of her church and no one even batted an eye. With Rachel being one of the main leaders of the weekend, it was meant to be three full days balls deep inside his ex student's guts inside their own tent.
