by D. R. Rosier
My eyes scrunched with confusion, he killed her phone?
“What was he even doing here?”
She snorted, “The bastard tried to get back to me, told me he would forgive me for being such a bitch if I,” she seemed to hesitate for a long moment, “did what he said.”
I raised an eyebrow in question.
She started to make us both a drink and shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, I told him that wouldn’t be happening because we were done, and to never come back. Feel free to castrate the bastard and send him to Timbuktu if he ever shows up again.”
I snickered as she took a seat and put my drink in front of the other chair, so I joined her. We slowly sipped our drinks as I waited to see if she wanted to talk about what happened, she was usually a lot fierier and would spill everything quickly. This breakup with Jeremy was… different somehow.
She read my thoughts, or at least, appeared to, “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, I’m too angry right now and I don’t want… just tomorrow okay? Tonight let’s drink this and another, and then veg out in front of the TV?”
I nodded, “I’ll stay all night if I can, just let me go change quick.”
She looked up at me, “If you can?” her voice both worried and curious.
I shrugged, “That other world, they need… fuck it. They’re being attacked by dragons and we’re helping them.”
It was probably dumb, but I felt much better telling her the truth. She was my best friend and I loved her, and I also knew she could handle the truth. Although, right now probably wasn’t the best time to mention it. She already had enough on her mind.
She blinked at me, “Right, dragons. Like the one that ran around Earth killing thousands last week and sparking off riots and looting all over the world, I should have guessed,” she added the last speciously.
It took about an hour for her to drag out most of the story. I didn’t tell her everything, just all about the current situation. I wasn’t exactly hiding it, but the full story would have taken hours, plus I wasn’t sure if Amber or the government would want me to spill all the ugly beans on what went on here on Earth. Eventually I went back home, threw on a loose shirt and a pair of sweats I’d made into shorts, and then we lounged on her couch together and watched old movies on Netflix until late the next morning.
I woke up slowly, confused for a second until I realized I was in Dina’s bed. Even stranger, she was practically wrapped around me, her generous firm and high breasts pushed against my back with her arm thrown around me in the spoon position. One of her legs was entangled between mine, I had to firmly remind myself she wasn’t into girls, and she was my best friend.
She must have simply wanted the close contact after the breakup.
My inner succubus disagreed, but I ignored the seducing slut in favor of friendship, and slid off the end of the bed. She made cute sleepy noises of displeasure as I disturbed her by taking my body away, which caused me to look back at her and hold my breath. She sighed and rolled onto her back with a frown that eventually relaxed off her face. She was… adorable, and sexy. I bit my lip and scolded myself, bad Cassandra. Dina fell back into sleep instead of waking, so I shuffled to the kitchen, and started making breakfast.
Maybe she woke up to the smell, or I was too loud with the cast iron skillet, but Dina joined me when breakfast was about half finished.
She smiled at me, “That smells really good. I feel better I think, I haven’t slept that well in a while.”
I grinned back, and couldn’t help but wonder if it was because she’d been spooning me all night.
“Breakfast is almost done, do you want coffee?”
She snorted, “Of course.”
I poured two coffees and looked into the fridge. Still no milk? I cheated outrageously and threw some magic through the wall, then decided my milk was on her counter. I’d never tried that without actually seeing the object I tried to summon before, but it worked. Part of my mind worked out an enchantment I could place on my stuff, so I could instantly call anything of mine that was enchanted from anywhere. I pulled the eggs off the heat, and frowned down at the bacon that wasn’t quite done yet.
A short time later we were eating and enjoying the silence, and the coffee.
Dina sighed wistfully, “I should have you stay over more, this is really good.”
I smiled, “Thanks.”
We finished the meal, and our coffees. She looked a little nervous, as if not quite sure what to say. What had happened between her and Jeremy that she was afraid to tell me? She stood up and refilled our coffee cups, and then sat back down and sighed.
Dina laughed nervously, “I bet you’re wondering why I’m so… nervous about telling you what happened,” she sighed, “But this breakup was different, because… It was about you.”
My face scrunched in confusion, “Me?”
She nodded and her face got serious.
“Jeremy didn’t… approve of our friendship. Said you were a useless slut and I should stay away from you. I… strongly disagreed.”
My eyes widened at that, I really hadn’t expected it. I felt a little bad about it too, but not for long, if he was that much of a jerk he didn’t deserve Dina.
She continued, “When I said I wouldn’t stop being your friend, he accused me of liking you, of wanting to be with you.”
My eyes widened at that and I shook my head slightly.
“Yeah, I laughed at that, and told him you were just a good friend and that… it wasn’t something I would ever want. But that just made him angrier, and he told me I was in denial and wouldn’t let any man get close to me. He said he was tired of being held at arm’s length while I lived a lie.”
I noticed that she was still nervous, and wondered what else she had to tell me.
She shook her head and then looked me in the eyes, “It sounded so crazy, he sounded so crazy. But then he started throwing things in my face, about how I talked about you all the time. He said my eyes lit up when I did talk about you, like they never did for him. How I never talk to him, my supposed lover, about my problems, but always run to you.”
She shrugged and broke eye contact, and took a sip of her coffee. I was frozen, torn between denial and hope, wondering what she was going to say next.
“He told me to choose at that point, gave me an ultimatum, but at the time I thought he was being ridiculous. Still, I refused to break off all contact with you and that’s when he started getting abusive verbally and eventually stormed out. Last night… I think he felt guilty about the fight and how he handled it. But I didn’t care, I was done with him and told him so. I didn’t want to tell you about this last night because I was too angry, and I still wasn’t sure.”
She looked at me with misty eyes, “I told him it was over, not only because I wouldn’t give up our friendship, but because in the end… he was right. I’ve never thought of myself as anything but hetero, I didn’t even experiment with the idea when I started college, never even considered it. But… somewhere along the last year or so, I fell in love with my best friend, with you, but wouldn’t let myself see it.
“You were simply the best friend I’d ever had, and I’d fooled myself because I had no reason to ever believe otherwise. So when I caught myself staring at your body at times, I convinced myself it was just because you were a succubus, and I was being a jealous idiot about how perfect you are in comparison.”
She shook her head, breaking the intense connection we’d formed. I was… I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. Excited and more than a little turned on, not just my succubus nature but… all of me. I stayed silent because I felt she wasn’t quite done yet.
“The truth was, it was attraction, not jealousy. I just… refused to see it. It really hit me hard though when I woke you up yesterday morning, and saw you naked. I’m surprised you didn’t pick it up, it was so shocking to me I could hardly breathe. I wasn’t ready to tell you yet though, I needed to be sure he wasn’t talking me into thinking something was real t
hat wasn’t.”
She looked back up at me, and I could see her vulnerability, and the fear in her eyes.
I smiled softly and said gently, “I love you too.”
She fidgeted and looked uncomfortable, “Do you? I mean, how does it work for you? I know you need more than one partner, and I will take as much of you as I can, but… how?”
I frowned in thought, working through exactly what she was asking me.
“You know how you can have a one night stand, wild and unrestrained sex that is out of this world? But then there is the sex you have with someone you care for, and love, and even gentle sex with them can be better than the former?”
She nodded slowly.
“For a succubus it’s much the same, except exchange one night stand, to hunting for life energy. It, my nature, has nothing to do with the love part of the equation. If anything, a succubus is even better at telling the difference between simple lust and attraction, and love. When I say I love you… that’s exactly what I mean, it has nothing to do with sex.”
I winked at her, “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to play right now though.”
She snickered at me, “So… you love me. Tammy and Jim too right? Anyone else?”
I shook my head, “No, just you three and it’s different with each of you. I’m more likely to share my problems with you for instance. Not to say that means I’m more in love with you, but it does mean our friendship is stronger. I hope I’m saying this right. But yes, as far as sex goes, I’d want to go to whom I loved first, but I’m a hunter, so if none of you were available… I’d take care of it.
“I think you understand that, it would be like me expecting you to skip dinner simply because I wasn’t around to share it. A succubus is at the heart of it, a predator that must feed on sexual energy. That doesn’t mean I won’t go out of my way on the social aspect, and not cause others pain, even to the point of picking someone it would enrich, at least for a moment, but it is what it is.”
I’d never explained it so bluntly before, but it was Dina and she’d just bared herself to me, I just had to do the same in return. I loved her too much to do any less, as friends, and I was hoping soon as lovers. But only if she could handle it, handle me and all the baggage I carry.
She nodded slowly, “You’ve explained it before, but never so… starkly. I understand that, and it doesn’t change how I feel about you. When I think of you I don’t picture you fucking in an alley, I think of you being there for me, and laughing together and having a good time. I feel… safe with you. While were laying everything out, you’ve told me about your family and the whole polyamory thing, I don’t think I could do that.”
I pondered that a moment, “I think the key there is equality. It’s a demonstrative way to say we are all together and no one is slighted. It helps prevent jealousy, why can’t Cass commit to me like I’m committed to her type of thing. As long as you feel free to see others as well, I’m not sure that it has to be the same group of lovers I have. Of course, that would make it convenient for living arrangements.”
She snorted at my last comment and shook her head, and it took her a few moments to respond.
“I’ll have to think about that one. I get the open part, I’d be free to see other people, fall in love with others, but the mere potential of being able to do that, to me, would be enough. That doesn’t mean I should have to go out and actively find others, just to make us even. It seems that, permission is more than enough, in my mind. After that if it happens fine, if it doesn’t… that’s fine too.”
This was a pretty deep conversation for two people who haven’t even kissed yet. But it kind of made sense, we were already close friends and that developed into more. I wasn’t entirely sure what to respond with though, it seemed unfair to me, but did that matter? If she was happy just being with me, and letting fate take care of any additional lovers the universe sent her way, did I have a right or reason to object to that?
No… definitely not.
If it made her happy, it was all good with me too.
“If that works for you, then that’s more than okay with me. Our relationship doesn’t… depend on our relationship with others, if that makes any sense.”
She nodded and stood up, and walked around the table. It seemed surreal, the look of love in her eyes and the wave of desire I felt from her. We were friends, and I’d always put that first and suppressed any desires I’d had for her. In this moment it almost felt too good to be true, as she tentatively bent down and softly touched her lips to mine.
They were softer than I’d imagined, full and slightly parted as she sighed into my mouth. Her hands wrapped around the sides of my neck, and her fingers were bent, her fingernails teasing the back of my neck, and my body responded to her light touch. As I teasingly licked along her lower lip during our slow sensuous kiss I could feel my nipples tighten, and my legs slightly parted in response to the tingling and moisture slowly building between my legs.
I gasped softly in loss when she pulled away and smiled down at me knowingly, her eyes filled with wonder and love, while her own lust and desire were apparent in her faster breath, heaving breasts, and the quick beats of her heart. It struck me then, that I’d had doubts about commitment to Jim and Tammy, worried about being tied down, that I was too young for dedicated lovers.
With Dina I had no such doubts, I may have been the succubus, but she had my heart. In a very real way I was hers, and that didn’t scare me at all. I felt safe, because I knew she felt exactly the same. My own heart was racing as I stood and took her hand, a thrill shot through me at the simple contact as she gently pulled me toward her bedroom without a word.
She turned to me by her bed, and stared into my eyes as she whispered, “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Her hand reached out and caressed my cheek gently, as if to prove to her I was really there, that I really did desire and want her. Then it slid across my jaw, lightly brushed my neck until she cupped it and pulled me forward, her other hand slid around my waist as we shared our second kiss. This one was more bold, exploring, and yet still tender. She ran her hands down my body and tugged up on my shirt, I pulled back long enough for her to raise it up and over my head baring my breasts to her hungry gaze.
She looked unsure for a moment, and I remembered she’d never been with a woman before now. But the hesitation disappeared from her eyes as she bent down and sucked my hard nipple into her mouth. I gasped at the soft tentative touch of her tongue as she circled my nipple. Her hands were gentle as she caressed and softly kneaded the underside of my breasts. Pleasure shot through my body and I ran my hands through her silky soft dirty blond hair, and teased her upper back and neck with my fingernails.
There was a sucking noise as my nipple was stretched and then popped from her warm sensuous mouth.
She smiled at me a little naughtily and said breathily, “I liked doing that a lot more than I thought I would.”
“There’s another one,” I teased.
She smiled and took off her shirt, she was braless as well. She was a C cup at least, and they stood high and perfectly proportioned and rounded. Her pink nipples were tight and on the larger side of average. My mouth was watering before I got one in my mouth, drawing a gasp of pleasure and shock from Dina’s full lips.
I could tell right away, her breasts were very sensitive, so I was very careful not to be too rough as I worked her beautiful assets lightly with my mouth, tongue, teethe and hands. Her body was very responsive, and my desire rose as I felt hers do the same. I kissed my way back up her body and along her neck before once again claiming her lips. This time the kiss was hungry, and our desire mingled together in my mind. We broke apart with a mutual needy gasp and our shorts came off as we stared at each other.
Dina said softly but with need, “You’re so beautiful.”
I smiled, “So are you love,” and we both got in bed, still staring hungrily.
We lay on our sides, facing each other, and kis
sed while exploring each other with our free hands. Our breasts teasingly slid and rubbed against each other’s. I was so wet, and I wasn’t the only one, I could scent both of our arousal and I couldn’t wait anymore to taste her.
Apparently she had the same thought, because we both tried to move down at the same time. For some reason, this caused us to lock our eyes together, and break out in hysterical giggles.
I gasped when I felt her finger lightly trace around my labia, grazing my mound lightly as she circled it.
She said softly, “I want to taste you…”
I stared into her eyes filled with desire, and a little wonder that we found ourselves together like this.
“And I’m dying to taste you, Compromise?” my question came out breathy.
She narrowed her eyes and said archly, “What did you have in mind?”
I smiled a little naughtily, “Same time?” I asked, implying a sixty nine.
She grinned at me and pushed my shoulders hard, and I rolled onto my back.
She whispered sultrily, “Fine, but I’m on top.”
Did she think I’d object? I’d let her tie me up right now if she’d just sit on my face.
She straddled me, and slowly lowered herself down to my mouth. The cheater got in the first lick though, moving her head down faster and held herself a little too high above me. Her lick was tentative and light, pleasure shot up my spine, then there was a slight pause as if she was deciding if she liked it or not.
Then she took another lick from my hot silken core, a little harder, teasing around my labia for a bit before licking the length of my silken folds. I spanked her ass lightly making her giggle, and she finally lowered herself fully against my body. I eagerly tasted her, and her taste was better than I’d imagined, but I also returned her teasing and pulled a gasp of pleasure from her lips.
My breasts were stimulated as she rocked her hips, her tight but silky smooth stomach brushed against them as hers dragged across mine.
She ground against my face demandingly, apparently not wanting to be teased like she was teasing me. Like the good little succubus I was, I licked a little harder, slightly parting her warm wet labia, and grazed her clit with the tip of my tongue. She gasped and her head rose a little as she pushed down harder, apparently too distracted by the pleasure to eat me in return.
