Page 6 of Forbidden Fruit (Sweet Treats 7)

“What the hell?” I finally manage to scream in a hysterical frenzy. “What’s going on?”

“Kristy?” Ryder says in a confused voice. “What are you doing here?”

“This is the hotel room we booked for us!” I shriek. “We were supposed to do it tonight! What are you doing with her?” I ask, pointing at Kaylee. My so-called friend is still in shock. She’s lying on her back with her blonde hair strewn about her, her knees spread and her big breasts in puddles on her chest. She looks like a huge scoop of ivory ice cream, except for the smear of red on her thighs.

Coming to her senses, Kaylee snaps her mouth shut and scrambles to get up.

“Kristy, it’s not what it looks like,” she says quickly, pulling the sheet to her breasts. “It’s different!”

“How could it be different?” I scream. “You’re getting fucked by my boyfriend. You’re supposed to be my best friend, but you’re fucking my boyfriend!”

Kaylee shakes, but then her expression turns ugly. Her face flushes red and her lips settle into a nasty pout.

“Yeah, but you were never nice to Ryder,” she spits. “You were always talking about him behind his back, calling him boytoy, toyboy, and a child. I gave him what he needs: a real woman.”

“A real woman?” I scream. “This is not what real women do! They don’t betray their best friends and sleep with their best friend’s boyfriends! If you wanted to sleep with Ryder so bad, then why couldn’t you wait until he was single?”

Kaylee waves her plump arm in the air loftily.

“You’re always talking about breaking up with Ryder, but you never did it, Kristy. It was all talk, and no action, so I got tired of waiting. I took things into my own hands, and lover boy here,” she says, shooting a sly look at Ryder, “Well, he did well. He’s huge, and he took my innocence like a stallion in heat. Didn’t you honey?” she coos. “You were just about to come in me too.”

Ryder is so dumb that he’s still standing around naked like a jackass.

“I was wonderful?” he asks.

“Oh yes, you were,” Kaylee says in a silky voice. “Now come on, big boy. We aren’t finished yet. Come and get the good stuff. Let me be your creamy receptacle for the night.”

“Stop!” I scream. “Oh my god, stop!”

But Ryder is just too confused, and Kaylee is too conniving. Like a dumb farm animal, Ryder gets back onto the bed as my former friend tosses the sheet off herself, displaying her naked glory again. Her breasts are enormous, and her swollen slit is still pulsing with hunger.

“Right here,” she coos to Ryder, pulling her folds open for him to reveal her gleaming pink. “This is where it goes.”

But even as she eggs him on, Kaylee is looking at me with a smirk. She knows how hurtful this is to me, and she’s merely pouring salt in the wound now.

“Come on, big boy,” she says, raising her knees so that her hole is fully visible. “Put it in.”

With that, Ryder slides in again to the hilt, his eyes closing with blissful satisfaction.

“Ohhh fuck,” he groans. “That feels so good.”

“Oh yeah,” says Kaylee, still making eye contact with me while wearing a vicious smirk on her face. “You know who will give it to you, big boy. Kaylee is your mama.”

With that, Ryder begins pumping between her enormous thighs. His bronzed buttocks flex and strain, and he’s grunting and groaning, his back muscles tense as he gives her a deep pounding that’s literally shaking the mattress. In fact, it looks like he’s about to come. His eyes are squeezed shut as his shoulders strain, every cell in his body reaching for an invisible peak.

But I don’t need to witness this anymore. This is humiliating, offensive, and a total shock. In some respects, it shouldn’t be because obviously, my boyfriend is as dumb as a doornail, and can’t help himself. Ryder’s never been the sharpest tool in the shed. You could give him a solar-powered calculator, and he wouldn’t be able to figure out how to turn it on.

But what hurts more is Kaylee’s betrayal. She and I have been friends since middle school, and with Britt, we were our own version of Charlie’s Angels. We were curvy girls, who were sexy, adventurous, and had each other’s backs. But Lucy Liu, Cameron Diaz, and Drew Barrymore didn’t turn on each other. If anything, they were committed to girl power, and would never let a man get in the way.

The lump in my throat feels enormous even as tears sting my eyes. Sobbing wildly, I rush down the hallway and jam my finger onto the call button, desperate to get away. But where will I go? What will happen next? Suddenly, I have to run as far as possible from this horrific situation.

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