THE BIRTHDAY QUICKIE

COY'S POV

My 17th birthday party was approaching, and my excitement filled the air. I sat at my desk, I opened my iPad and connected on a Skype video call with my parents, who were away on a business trip.

"Mom, Dad, I want this birthday to be really special," I said, my eyes sparkling with anticipation. "It’s not just any birthday—I'm going to be a senior soon!”

My parents smiled warmly through the screen. "Of course, sweetie," my mother replied. "We want it to be memorable too. Have you thought about what you want?”

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I want it to be glamorous. We could have a themed party with lots of decorations, music, and maybe even a small stage for a karaoke session. And, of course, all my classmates and online friends have to be there.”

My father chuckled. "That sounds like quite the event. We’ll make sure Martins helps you with all the preparations.”

"Thanks, Dad," I said, feeling a rush of gratitude. "Martins is great at organising things. I’ll talk to him about the details.”The mentioning of Martins’ name already made my pussy drum roll.

We spent the next few minutes discussing various ideas for the party, from the menu to the decorations and the guest list. My excitement grew with each passing moment, and my parents assured me that they would do everything they could to make my vision a reality.

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The day of the party arrived, and the house was a flurry of activity. Martins had outdone himself, transforming the living room and backyard into a spectacular party venue. Colourful streamers, twinkling lights, and elegant table settings created a festive and inviting atmosphere. A DJ booth was set up in one corner, and a small stage awaited eager karaoke singers.

I looked around in awe as my friends began to arrive. I greeted each of them with a hug, feeling grateful for their presence. The music started, and the party was officially underway.

Laughter and chatter filled the air as guests mingled, danced, and enjoyed the delicious food. I was in my element, moving from group to group, ensuring everyone was having a good time. Yet, amid the celebration, I felt a strange sense of restlessness.

After a while, I decided to find Martins. He had been instrumental in planning the party, and I wanted to thank him personally and maybe have a birthday doggie quickie as a gift from him to calm my restlessness.

I searched the house but couldn’t find him. Growing curious and a bit concerned, I made my way to his room. As I approached, I heard muffled sounds coming from behind the closed door. I hesitated, my heart pounding, then slowly peeped through the peephole.

Inside, I saw Martins with someone else, clearly engrossed in a private and intimate moment. Martins was banging the girl's pussy in style. I felt a sudden rush of emotions,surprise, embarrassment, and a confusing sense of longing. I quickly left the door, my mind racing.

Feeling the need to distract myself,I returned to the party. I grabbed a bottle of champagne from the refreshment table, popped it open, and took a long sip. The bubbly liquid felt cool and refreshing, and I quickly poured myself another glass.

The music was still pumping, and I decided to lose myself in the rhythm. I made my way to the dance floor, the champagne already making me feel lighter. I danced with abandon, letting the music and the energy of the crowd wash over me.

My friends noticed my enthusiasm and joined in, creating a lively and joyous scene. We laughed, danced, and sang along to our favourite songs, the earlier incident was a bit forgotten. I felt a sense of freedom as I moved, my worries melting away with each beat.

Hours flew by in a blur of music and laughter. The guests toasted to my future as a senior, celebrating the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.

Despite the underlying current of confusion and frustration, I managed to enjoy myself, grateful for the friends who surrounded me.

As the party wound down a bit, I found a quiet corner to catch my breath. I sipped my champagne, reflecting on the evening's events. The party had been everything I had hoped for. Glamorous, fun, and filled with the friends I cherished . Yet, the moment by Martins’ door lingered in my mind.

How dare he do such to me ? In my house? Yeah,I know we are just fuckmates but I think he would have respected me.I can't lie,let me tell the truth.I had already fallen for Martins.He’s handsome,good in bed and he's so caring but he's ten years older than me.I felt so entitled.

Just as l was lost in thought, Martins appeared beside me. "Hey, Coy," he said softly, a note of concern in his voice. "Are you alright?"

I looked up at him, my emotions still a jumble. "Yeah, I’m okay," I replied, managing a small smile. "I just needed a moment to myself.”

Martins nodded, understanding. "I’m sorry I wasn’t around earlier. I got caught up with... something.”

"It’s fine," I said, shrugging. "I guess I just wanted to thank you for everything. The party turned out amazing.”

"I’m glad you liked it," Martins said, his smile warm and genuine. "You deserve the best birthday ever.”

I felt disgusted and I talked angrily at him. If you think I deserve the best birthday ever,why did you do that to me? I know we don't have anything going on between us other than being fuckmates but why do you have to disrespect me that way?

I don't understand what you're saying COY…..he mumbled .

Martins,you brought a girl in this house and fucked.I saw you.You were having the best moments of your life.You didn't care if I see you or not.

I am sorry COY.I can explain…..My ex-girlfriend came around in the city and she forced herself here and I don't know what had happened.The next thing I knew is that we were already fucking.

Is that an excuse to you? How dare you Martins? This is the end between us. I ran and he was running after me.I rushed to the stage and dragged a tall guy I had danced with earlier. We entered the visitors room and I shut the door at Martins’ face.

I told the stranger I am damn horny that I might die and that I needed a quickie.He didn't hesitate.He brought out a condom and stretched it over his dick after I had sucked it hard.

He fucked me deeply from the back giving me the best doggie I have never experienced.He was so good that Martins.He thrusted me so hard and affectionately that I don't feel any ache after the sex.

We exchanged contacts.He left the room first and I followed.I met Martins at the opposite of the entrance feeling remorseful. I ignored him and I went back to the stage.

Finally, it was time to call it a night. I stood up, feeling the effects of the long day and the champagne. Martins offered me a steady hand, but I refused it . I meant it deeply when I said it was over between us.We are going back to how we were before.I made my way to my room.

I changed into my pyjamas, and slipped into bed. As I lay there, my mind drifted over the events of the day. Despite the ups and downs, it had been a memorable birthday, one I would cherish as I moved forward into my senior year.

I stood up eagerly and I saved the number of the stranger I had a quickie with as “birthday quickie.”

I meant it when I said I wouldn't have anything to do with Martins again.He really has the zest to have sex with another lady in my presence.I felt a rush of an enraged anger.

The following morning, the house was quiet, the echoes of last night's celebration a distant memory. Sunlight filtered through my curtains, gently waking me. I stretched and sat up, the events of my birthday party replaying in my mind. Despite the festive atmosphere and my friends' joyous presence, one memory stood out starkly—finding Martins with another girl.

I dressed and made my way downstairs, my emotions still a confusing mix of hurt and anger.

"Good morning, Coy," Martins greeted me with a warm smile, as if nothing had happened.

My response was colder than usual. "Morning," I said curtly, not meeting his eyes. I moved to the other side of the kitchen and began making herself breakfast, deliberately putting distance between us.

"COY, can we talk?" he called out, trying to keep his voice steady.Martins’ expression shifted to one of concern. "Coy, I'm sorry you had to see that. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I shook my head, my voice tinged with frustration. "It’s not about what you did. It’s about how I felt seeing you with someone else. I thought we had a connection, but now I see it differently.”