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Chapter 65: What is Love?

Chapter 65: What is Love?

3° person POV

"I love Liam," Helena finally confessed with great difficulty after a lot of drinking.

"Yes, I know." However, that was far from being a surprise to Yasmin, who had spent the last hour answering questions about her relationship.

How things started, how she dealt with jealousy, why they chose to have an open relationship, and many other things. And, deep down, the answer to everything was simple: the two of them just liked living that way.

After hearing all that, Helena decided to confess her feelings. Then, she mentioned the conversation she had with Lilith.

Well, obviously, after so much alcohol, it was difficult for either of them to really form sentences that made much sense. In particular, Helena seemed really lost, murmuring lamentations and doubts that were almost incomprehensible.

Yasmin, surprisingly resistant to alcohol, listened attentively and was as warm as usual.

Still, she didn’t want to give Helena false hope, so she told her about her experience with Liam.

"He’s great, aside from Mina, the best person I’ve ever slept with." She began to tell the story of how she met the girl, a story that Helena couldn’t help but find absurd.

Why were so many girls interested in him?

The answer to that unspoken question came from Yasmin herself, as she praised the guy. The reason was simple: because the others agreed and were happy with him.

There wasn’t much more to discuss. It was undeniable that they all loved him too much, and didn’t mind sharing with each other, and even though Yasmin didn’t know exactly what his relationship with the four was, she could guess with pretty good accuracy.

"I don’t understand, why is he dating all of them? Why can’t he just pick one and marry her like a normal person?!"

The girl still had difficulty accepting the insane idea that Lilith had proposed. How could she share the one she loves?

Yasmin laughed lightly, noticing the Helenas’s struggle to find an answer. It was obvious that she loved Liam; in fact, Yasmin would dare to say it was inevitable that she would eventually become that boy’s woman.

That said, nothing Yasmin said at that point would help much. The girl had to think about it on her own, and she would find her answer eventually.

"What do you think love is?" She offered a bit more wine to the girl and left her behind, with a bottle of wine and that question.

When finally alone, the woman felt her body warm up.

She didn’t know it yet, but she had a weakness for wine. She wasn’t the only one; many girls felt the fire inside them being fueled by wine.

And, at that moment, her mind got tired of difficult questions and decided to focus on something else.

She started imagining how her perfect world would be.

The girl’s hand slowly traveled to her thigh, then she began to brush her fingers against her crotch area, while imagining wonderful days with Liam. Just thinking about him saying he loved her made the girl wet.

And soon the dream of hearing such words turned into dreams about their first time. She wanted to have sex with the boy.

Then thoughts about doing this with Liam kept coming. Every moment, she imagined him sexier and sexier.

Helena’s POV

A moan escaped my mouth. My heart raced, just as I wondered if anyone could have heard it.

With that said, my hands traveled to my breasts. And, after feeling them a little, I slowly went down, until I touched my vagina, still with my pajamas on top.

I was probably a huge pervert, but it seems like all the feelings, thoughts and desires I was repressing exploded in an instant.

"In the end, I just love him so much, damn it!" I groaned

I laid down on the hard floor, while I stuck my fingers deeper into my pussy. Nothing seemed to be enough and I simply couldn’t get that man out of my mind.

"Am I the only one who is this perverted?"

I ended up moving my legs, so that I could slowly take off my pants. Then I took off my shirt, leaving me in just my panties.

With the little willpower I had left, I walked to a bed and, under the covers, I started touching myself furiously again. It was so hot! My body was burning.

"I wonder what Liam is doing right now? Has he ever done this thinking about me?" I murmured to myself, as I tried to contain my moans.

Then, I started to imagine my first time and, tightly, I hugged my pillow. In the world of my imagination, that object was my beloved Liam.

I could see his eyes slowly open, just as he smiled pervertedly. I could clearly imagine his passionate words. But next to him, in the same bed, there was another beautiful woman.

And after our passionate kiss, he turned to kiss her too.

"Damn!" I moaned louder.

Why did that idea have to be so hot? Why was there even another woman in my imagination?

I began to writhe on the bed, while masturbating fiercely.

"Just what I’m thinking about!"

No matter how much I complained, the fantasies wouldn’t stop. So I kept daydreaming and imagining Liam hot naked.

He was so confident, and recently he had gotten so muscular, and hot. Besides, he definitely had a huge cock. My pussy trembled thinking about it.

Yasmin was experienced and even she said he was the best she’d ever had in bed, he definitely had a delicious cock.

I stuck another finger inside my pussy, just one was simply not enough.

At that point I just accepted the perversion in me. It allows the fantasies in my brain to flow thousand miles an hour.

So I could perfectly visualize that virile man taking me. I hugged my pillow even tighter, then tightened my grip, seeking a wilder pleasure. I couldn’t contain myself any longer.

At the same time, my left hand was violently groping my breasts. I was usually much more well-behaved when I masturbated, but that day I simply couldn’t contain myself.

I soiled the entire bed as I got wetter and wetter, and finally gave up holding back my moans:

"Nh! Liam, Liam, oh! So good."

My body began to contract a little from the pleasure. I was burning! Feeling close to climax, I sped up my movements a little, at the same time I took my breasts to my mouth and began to desperately suck my own nipple.

Fuck, that felt so good!

Then I reached climax, my body was all sweaty, I felt exhausted and my pussy kept trembling. I had never felt this aroused.

"What would Liam think if he saw me now?" I murmured to myself.

I couldn’t help but feel curious. Should I ask him? Maybe I should send him a picture.

Remembering how my last relationship had gone, I immediately dismissed the idea. But at the same time, something about the risk made me hornier. Besides, I trusted Liam completely, even with my own life.

So, my mind, still clouded by alcohol, decided it was time to be bolder.

If Liam truly loved me, he wouldn’t do anything with it. And if that wasn’t the case, then I could move on.

At that moment, feeling brave, I thought it didn’t even matter if he showed the photo to others; after all, I didn’t need to care what anyone else thought. I needed to stop being a coward.

So, I took out my phone.

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I was dying of sleep, after all I hadn’t been able to sleep at all during the night. I spent the whole time masturbating and having doubts about what to do next.

That said, just as the morning began, Amélia came to my room to talk to me. She still seemed down, but she said she wanted to drink to forget things.

Knowing how weak she was with alcohol, I recommended that it was better not to, but she insisted.

As the second day of the party really started around noon, we thought it would be better to go to a nearby bar.

It was 10 in the morning, but the place was busy, a mix of people nursing hangovers and those who had stayed up all night drinking and somehow still had the energy to drink more.

I didn’t like the place much, but we sat down anyway. I ordered a bottle of water for myself, while Amelia started ordering shot after shot.

Amelia was already on her third shot when a group of three guys entered the bar. They had an extravagant look. But in particular, I couldn’t help but notice that one of them was carrying a hookah. At the very least, they didn’t seem like the kind of people I’d get along with.

The first approach was predictable. One of them, the tallest, came up with a smile so forced it looked like his face might split.

"Hey, are you new around here?" She said, leaning in a bit too casually on our table.

I looked at Amelia, who was already a bit tipsy, laughed, and responded with something that didn’t make much sense. It was obvious she was already pretty drunk, which seemed to encourage the guy.

"How about we buy you a round?" he continued, with the second guy approaching.

I wanted to cut them off right away, but before I could say anything, I felt one of them wrap his arm around my neck.

"Hey, babe, what are you drinking?"

My breathing started to become heavier. I just wanted those guys to leave us alone, but I couldn’t help feeling a bit pressured.

I just wanted someone to save me from that awful situation.