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Chrissy knows it’s wrong and borderline stalkerish. If Eddie ever found out she’d not only loose his friendship, which she values so highly, but he’d probably be disgusted by her.
But, she really can’t help herself. So she does once, and twice, and again, and again, and again, until it has become a habit. And she’s perfected it.
Before they started hanging out Chrissy had never really considered her sex life lacking. She was content. But, being close to Eddie. His scent drove her crazy. He smelled of herbs and leather and tabacco, with an undertone of spices. Her Omega wanted nothing more than to bury her nose in his glands as she impaled herself on his cock. But… He definitely didn’t see her that way. After her break-up with Jason she had flirted shamelessly with Eddie - the Alpha had ignored her very advance.
You see, the thing about Chrissy, despite her good girl reputation is… well, she loves sex. Except, her anxiety makes it very hard for her to reach climax, not letting her brain disconnect for long enough for her to actually reach it. When she was dating Jason she’d try to get him to overstimulate her, hurt her a bit, help her brain turn off, but poor Jason simply could not bring himself to be anything other than sweet. She blames her cunt for their break-up. Jason is a good sweet boy and Chrissy… Well, Chrissy, it seems, is a slut. But then…
The first time was accidental. She’d been out with the gang and Eddie had given her his jacket due to the nights chill. She had every intention of returning it straight away. Except, she’d gotten scent drunk on it and her hand had somehow, mysteriously really, found itself rubbing her clit furiously as she buried her face in his scent, picturing Eddie doing bad, filthy things to her. And she’d come harder than ever before. And then she’d done it again and again. And again.
Chrissy would have fucked herself raw if she could, but after a few days the leather jacket smelled only of her.
She’s washed it and returned it.
And truly she’d tried to stop.
But, one day she was hanging out with Eddie, smoking some of the good stuff, in an attempt to turn her brain off. She hadn’t been able to cum or sleep properly since returning the jacket, it had been months and a few of Eddie’s shirts were just lying there.
Had it been wrong of her to “borrow them” when he’d left the room to grab a beer? yes!
Did she feel guilty for objectifying her friend in such a way? Also, yes!
However, Chrissy was returning them! Washed and pressed! In secret, yes. But she was not stealing them.
In hindsight, she knew she was in trouble. She was addicted to Eddie Munson. And she’d Do. Anything.For.One.More.Fix.