Mandy wrapped her mouth around Nick's slightly erect penis and slid all the way down until she had all of him in her mouth. She then drew upwards and let a moan slip from her throat. "MMMMNNNNN." She could feel his penis start to harden in her mouth. She raised and lowered her mouth on to it with a steady motion. Nick lay at the top of the bed, his eyes tightly shut, not acknowledging her hungry vagina right under his mouth. His mind was elsewhere and he was in agony. Mandy's pace quickened along with his breathing. As well as his thoughts. His mind was scrambled. Torn between the unbearable pleasure of Mandy's oral escapade, the stress of his ongoing career, and most importantly his feelings divided between Mandy and Sarah. "OHHHH God," he moaned. Good, Mandy thought to herself. He is awake. She wasn't getting the reaction she usually got from him and was beginning to think that he had dozed off or something. Little did she know that that was no moan of pleasure, but a moan of distress. Nick shook his head a couple of times to try to rid his mind of these nagging thoughts. And it worked, for now. Nick ran his hands over Mandy's smooth, round ass and ran his tongue up her left cheek. He ended with a gentle kiss at the top. He then moved his mouth to her dry, thirsty vagina, deprived too long of what his juicy mouth had to offer. He placed his tongue at the front of her slit and ran it all the way down to her opening, lightly whisking over folds and her aching clit. Nick could feel her moaning on to his now rock hard cock, and took pleasure in the fact that she was enjoying it. He let his tongue circle just around the inside of her opening. He could taste her juices as they started to leak out of her. Mandy began to lose track of what she was doing as small pulses of pleasure started to erupt all throughout her body. Nick knew she loved this, and continued to let his tongue swirl around inside her opening, creeping deeper and deeper, as if it were some kind of pleasure emitting tornado. Mandy had taken her mouth off of Nick's erect penis and struggled to hold herself up on her hands and knees. She felt sharp tingling in her arms and legs and felt as though they would give out any second. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH. OOOOOHHHHH God. Oh God Nick. I'm gonna...OOOOOHHHH. AAAAHHHH, Nick I'm gonna cum." Her breath was heavy and hot on the head of his cock. He took his tongue out of her and pulled his legs out from under her body. He got on his knees and placed his hands on her hips as he guided her down to the bed and turned her over on to her back. He continued to sit up, straddling her body. He ran his hands over her stomach and up to her chest, noticing she still had on her bra. He ran his hands over her breasts and up to the straps. He let his fingers linger under them and start to slide them down her shoulders. Mandy grabbed his hands and pulled them to her lips and softly kissed them. "Nick...". She pulled him closer to her. He lay down on top of her, holding his face right over hers, and looked deep into her eyes. Despite the way she had acted, he could still see the hurt and worry in her eyes. Not just from that night, but from struggling with the stress, heartache, and pain that he, along with their trying long distance relationship, had caused her. It wasn't just about Sarah or groupies or flings. It was deeper than that. She loved him. She was in love with him. He could see it in her eyes. "Nick..." she whispered. She arched her back and reached her arms around and unsnapped her bra. She slid the straps down and off her arms, keeping her eyes on his the whole time. She put her hands on his face and said, "Nick, make love to me." He looked at her intensely. She saw his eyes cloud over and for a second she thought he would cry. Sensing his fear and hesitation, she said, "Nicky please. Nick, I love you. I love you. I wanna be with you. I need you Nick. We need each other." Nick suddenly felt lightheaded and very confused. He knew that she spoke the truth. He knew she loved him and he loved her too. He always had. But what about Sarah? What about their twisted relationship? Did he really have feelings for her or was he just lonely? Maybe Sarah's sole purpose was to comfort him, be there for him, show affection towards him when he needed it, like a friend. He had missed Mandy a lot when she wasn't around. Maybe he just needed Sarah to divert his attention until he reunited with Mandy. His thoughts were cut short when Mandy placed her soft lips on his. Their lips caressed each other in a passionate loving kiss, when she suddenly broke away from him. Their lips hovered over each other as she said, "Nick, make love to me. I want you inside me. I want to feel you. All of you. All throughout me." Nick looked at her for a second, then thrust his penis inside of her. "OOOOOOOHHHHH Nick," she moaned. He continued to thrust his cock at a slow pace deep inside of her. She gripped his ass and pushed him as deep inside her as he could go with every thrust. With every movement in, he would tremble. The emotional pain of it all overpowered the exquisite pleasure and forced him to tightly shut his eyes. Mandy watched him the whole time and told him, "Nicky, no. Open your eyes. Look at me. I want you to look at me." He hesitated, then slowly opened his eyes. He desperately wanted to hide his true feelings from her and knew that if their eyes met, she would see it all. For her, it was like his soul was draining from his body, through his eyes and into hers. All of the unpleasantness of his mind. Not what she had hoped they would experience. Nick buried his face into her shoulder, and struggled to keep going. Mandy wrapped her arms around his back, hardly able to contain herself. The feeling of it all was different this time. This was truly lovemaking. "Oh Nicky," she moaned. As he pumped himself inside of her, the exchange of raw passion and emotion between them was too much for Nick to bear. "Oh Nick. OOOOHH God. Oh Nick, I love you." Say it Nick, tell her you love her. Just tell her, he thought to himself. But it hurt too much to think about. His pace became slower and slower, until finally he just stopped. He raised himself over her, and started to shake his head. "I...I can't do this. Mandy, I can't." He pulled out of her and flopped down on his back, and folded his right arm over his eyes. Mandy, still laying in the same place, put her hands on her face and began to cry. "Oh, Nick," she mumbled through her sobs. She turned on her side and continued to cry, rather heavily. Nick lay on the bed listening to her sobs for about fifteen minutes. Suddenly, he got up and threw on his clothes. She turned over to watch him in disbelief and asked, "Nick, where are you going? You can't leave. You can't leave me here alone again." He had knelt down on the floor to tie his shoes. When he stood up and headed for the door, she jumped off the bed and grabbed his arm, pulling him back. "Mandy, stop it!" "Nick no! You're not going to leave. You can't keep running like this. Nick, you have to face this, you have to deal with it. You have to whether you want to or not!" she yelled, following him to the door. "Where are you gonna go, Nick? Huh? Where? To her? You gonna turn to her? What. Are you gonna go fuck her now? Try to fuck away your problems?" He had his hand on the door knob, but stopped when she asked that question. He stood with his back to her for a few seconds then turned to face her. Tears were streaming down her face. "Nick, it's okay. I know it's hard for you. Your life. But you can't keep doing this. It'll only continue to get worse." He knew she spoke the truth, once again. And he had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from crying. Mandy put her hand out to touch his face just as a single tear dropped from his eye. He then turned and opened the door, and walked out. Mandy grabbed the door just before it slammed shut, and stuck her body halfway out of the doorway. "You know, I bet you run from her too!" she yelled down the hallway to him. "Don't you? That's all right Nick! You just keep on running, you coward!" She watched him disappear around the corner and went back into the room. She leaned her back against the door and slid down to the floor. "Just keep on running, you coward. Keep running," she said just above a whisper, as the tears continued to run down her face. She pulled her legs up to her and wrapped her arms around her knees, as she leaned her head back against the door. "Coward."

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