by DL Gallie
He sucks and nibbles on my clit as he vigorously pumps the candy in and out of me. His eyes are locked on mine as the pleasure within me grows.
“Come for me, Cress,” he whispers against my sensitive bud, his words set me off and I come all over his face and the lollipop.
He pops the sucker into his mouth and sucks. “Fuck, Cress. Your taste is so much sweeter mixed with this lollipop, a Cress pop is my few fav candy.”
He rises up, leans his hands on the counter either side of me, cocooning me in. We stare at one another, I’m still panting from my quick and intense orgasm. Reaching out I squeeze his cock. “Maybe I should—”
“Mooommy,” Lexi yells, “I need to go poo poo.” He rests his forehead against mine and we both laugh. “Mooooomm,” she yells again.
“You head to the toilet and I’ll be in in a sec.”
“Okay,” she yells back, and we hear her race down the hallway.
Taking the lollipop from him, I pop it into my mouth and wink. Dropping down, I grab my panties and pull them back on before going to deal with Lexi and her ill-timed poop…
* * *
I’m snapped back to the present when Lexi yells out, “Moooooom, I need to go poo poo.” A laugh escapes me, it’s like time repeating itself.
“Coming,” I yell.
Lexi and I are snuggling on the sofa, watching Frozen 2. My mind is not on the movie, I keep thinking about Preston. I don’t think I have ever been happier than I am right now. Preston came into my life at the exact moment I needed him. If it weren’t for him, I don’t think I would have survived Creed’s taunts over the last few weeks.
I love him with all my heart. Not only does he love me but he loves Lexi as if she were his own. Seeing the two of them together absolutely melts my heart. Who would have thought my best friend and I would both be blissfully in love at the same time? And with best friends too? When I think about Ave, I smile and as if she can sense me thinking about her, my phone rings and I’m met with her smiling face.
“Hey, Ave.”
“Hey, yourself. It feels like forever since we’ve spoken.”
“I know, right? But someone is all loved up and I have been trumped as your person.”
“You will always be my person, Cress, but Flynn has a dick and you don’t.”
“Avery Evans, I have never heard you speak like that before. I wholeheartedly approve of you finally joining the Crass Cress club.”
“I wouldn’t go that far. Anyway, what’s new with you?”
“Creed’s a dick.”
“That’s not new. What did Dickwad do now?”
“Got mad when I wouldn’t sleep with him.”
“You turned down sex? Are you sick? Or is there something you’re hiding?”
That’s when it hits me, I haven’t spoken to Ave about Preston. Actually, I haven’t seen her since she hooked up with Flynn.
“How about we meet for drinks on Friday night, and we can catch up on the gossip?”
“I would love that, Ave. Message me when you're in the Uber on your way to Mom’s.”
“It’s a date…and I want all the gossip.”
“Same goes for you.”
“Deal.”
We say our goodbyes and then I call Mom and lock in a sleepover for Lexi. As predicted, she was happy to have her granddaughter for the night.
Life is perfect at the moment and I cannot wait to let loose with my bestie tomorrow night.
Lexi and I spend the day pampering each other. Me getting ready for my night out with Ave, and Lexi because she really believes she’s a princess at the moment.
After getting dressed—me in jeans and a sparkly top, and Lexi, in the princess dress Preston bought her—we jump into my car and head over to Mom’s. As we are pulling out of the driveway, I notice a gray sedan on the other side of the street. I’ve never seen it before, it pulls away and I shake off the weird feeling.
Just as I pull up at Mom’s, my phone pings with a text. After hustling Lexi inside, I check my message.
AVERY: In Uber now…let’s get our drink on
CRESS: See you soon **cocktail emoji times 3**
Mom tells me I can pick Lexi up anytime and for me to have a great time. A car horn beeps. “That’ll be Ave.” I walk over to Lexi, “You be good for Nanna, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”
“Love you, Mommy.” She hugs me and sits next to Mom on the sofa.
“Have fun,” Mom says, as I walk out to the Uber.
Climbing in next to Ave, I smile. “Hey hey, babycakes.”
“Babycakes, really?”
“Yeah, not one of my finer greetings but the night is young, I have all night to come up with some awesome one-liners.”
Forty minutes later, we pull up at the Fat Fox. Walking inside, we head to the bar and excitement bubbles in the both of us when we see the cocktail of the day is a mojito. “Winning,” I say, as I order two. Ave waits for our drinks and I go grab the table recently vacated by a couple.
A few minutes later, Ave arrives with our drinks. She hands one to me and we raise our glasses. “Cheers,” we say in unison. We clink our glasses together and drink. I moan as the tart, tangy liquid quenches my thirst; I take another sip when her phone begins to ring. Her face lights up and one guess who it is. “It’s Flynn,” she says, “give me a sec.”
Nodding at her, I realize that my drink is nearly empty. Chugging back what was left, I point to the bar and mimic drinking. Ave nods at me and I make my way to the bar to order more drinks. It takes what feels like forever to get our new drinks, as I return to the table, Ave says, “I love you,” and hangs up, just as I place our new drinks on the table.
“You only love me for my cocktails,” I tease.
“Yeah, and?” she sasses back in reply. She picks up her new drink and raises it up for a toast. “To a fantabulous night with my fabulous girlfriend.”
“Cheers to that.”
We both sip and let out an, “ahh,” as the refreshing drink dances on our taste buds.
“What’s got you so chipper?” I ask, my body swaying to the music.
“Flynn and Preston are stopping by. I hope that’s okay?”
My eyes widen in delight, as much as I was looking forward to girls’ night, I’ve been missing Preston this week. I realize I haven’t answered her and from the look in her eyes, she’s about to grill me for information so I quickly say, “Is it okay that two sexy as sin doctors want to stop by? One who happens to have a sexy as hell Irish accent, and the other could be Channing Tatum’s twin, let me think about that…hell to the yes it’s okay.” Taking another sip, I moan, Man, this is a good mojito.
Looking to Ave, I sigh, “I’m gonna get laid tonight.”
“Get Cress laid is my mission tonight.” Ave states but little does she know, I’ll be going home with Preston. I’m not sure why I’m not telling her about him. I kinda like the mystery of it and I haven’t felt this way about a guy since Creed. This is all new and exciting for me.
“I like this sassy side of you, Ave. Who knew you getting laid would also be good for me too? Prior to Flynn, you’d never suggest something like that.”
“I know, right? I’m just so happy and I want you to be happy too.” I am happy, I think to myself.
“Ahh, thanks, babe, but try not get finger fucked here again, save that for the privacy of home, or at the least, the car.”
She chokes on her drink and shakes her head at me. “Why did I tell you that?”
“Because you know I need to fuck vicariously through you at the moment. My rabbit died from overuse, and at the rate I’m going my bullet is going to burn a hole in my clit.”
“Evening, ladies,” Preston says from behind me, my eyes bug wide open at what he just heard. My cheeks darken with embarrassment, while my best friend, possible ex-best friend just laughs at me.
Tonight is off to a swimming start and I cannot wait to see how the rest of the evening progresses now that Flynn and Preston are here.
/> 19
Preston
As soon as Flynn and I enter The Fat Fox, I immediately spot the girls. My eyes always gravitate to Cress whenever she’s in the room. Flynn leads us over to the girls and when we arrive, I hear Cress talking about a vibrator. “Evening, ladies,” I say, startling Cress and causing Avery to laugh. She immediately stops laughing when she sees Flynn. The two of them make out like lovesick teenagers. I can’t help but tease them, “Get a fuckin’ room, you two.”
Flynn places Avery back on her feet, she winks at me as I take a seat. I watch the two of them and I realize, she really is the perfect person for my best friend. Sure they are total opposites but as the saying goes, opposites attract.
“Preston, great to see you again,” Ave says sweetly.
“You too, Avery.” I turn my attention over to Cress, who’s quiet for a change. “Cressida,” I tease, “it’s nice to make your acquaintance again.” I play that we don’t know each other because we haven’t had ‘that’ chat yet. From the look on her face, she seems anxious to play coy so I continue, “I’m Preston Knight, pediatric doctor and this thing’s best friend.” Our eyes are locked on one another, she looks fucking amazing tonight and I cannot help but admire her beauty. Even in jeans and a simple top, Cress is the sexiest woman in the place.
“Thing, really?” Flynn scoffs. I just shrug my shoulders and continue to focus on Cress.
“Cressida Bayliss, but my friends call me Cress,” she purrs in reply. “I’m a mom and this sex fiend’s bestie.” She nods her head at Avery and takes a sip from her drink.
“And are we a sex fiend too?” I question her, eager to hear her reply because I know the answer, and it’s a resounding yes.
She nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders and takes another sip of her drink, seductively wrapping her lips around the straw. After taking a drink, she quietly murmurs, “You already know the answer to that…” and then adds, “…and you may find out again later.”
“Are you offering horizontal tango lessons?”
“Maybe,” she coos, as she takes another sip of her cocktail.
Watching her wrap her lips around the straw, my cock hardens. ‘Minx,’ I mouth to her and then I notice Flynn and Avery eye fucking the hell out of one another. We are not even a blip on their radar right now.
“They’re eye fucking each other again.”
Cress replies with, “At least he isn’t finger fucking her.”
Ave’s mouth drops open in shock. “Cress,” she scolds.
“Crass Cress strikes again,” I say, this causes Avery to burst out laughing. Looking to her, I scrunch my eyes. “What?”
“That was this one here’s,” she flicks her thumb to Cress, “nickname in school.”
“Yet you still love me, crassness and all,” Cress says to Ave.
“Well, I’m not telling you anything any more. You’ll have to suffice with your bullet from now on.”
Leaning into her, I not so quietly whisper, “I’m more than happy to assist you.”
Flynn and Ave look on in confusion, I’m pretty sure they know something is going on between Cress and me, but being the good friends they are, they don’t push the issue.
We stay at the tavern for a few hours before we decide to move on to this new club, Tingle, that my brother, Keeton, told me about. When we arrive, we head straight to the bar. We do a round of tequila shots before we snag a table by the dance floor.
Looking out at the dance floor, I notice a girl with vibrant copper orange hair, then I notice my brother, and his business partner, Blair, dancing with her. In a throuple. My brother leads a double life. In the office he’s all professional and business-like, but behind closed doors, he’s a kinky fucking bastard. I watch the three of them, they are pretty hot together, then I realize I’m watching my brother get down and dirty on the dance floor. Shaking my head, I turn my attention back to Cress. Her eyes are glazed, she’s on her way to drunk town; we all are actually. “Acceptable in the 80’s” by Calvin Harris begins playing. Flynn and I look to one another, and we surprise Cress and Ave when we jump up and make our way to the edge of the dance floor. Flynn and I start to dance, and just like in college, we get down and dirty. My inner dancer slash stripper comes out to play. Flynn and I bump and grind away to the beat of the music. Our moves draw in a crowd, everyone mesmerized by the two of us. They cheer and egg us on. The song changes to one I don’t know, I look to Flynn and he nods, so we walk back over to the girls.
“Holy shit, dudes, where did you guys learn to dance like that?” Cress asks, as she hands us each a beer.
“Med school,” we reply in unison.
“Preston and I were the dance kings in our frat house.” Flynn says, draping his arm along the back of Ave’s chair.
“You guys were in a frat?” Cress and Ave both ask at the same time.
“Jinx,” Cress says. Ave shrugs and turns her attention to Flynn, waiting for his reply.
“Yeah,” he nods, “Preston and I were Phi Kappa Psi at Stanford.”
“I did not pick you as a frat guy.”
Flynn and Avery are flirting in that sickly way, so I look to Cress. “Would you like to dance?” As I ask that, my mind drifts to our first date and the dance, in both the restaurant and once we got back to my place.
“I’d love to.” She places her hand in mine and stands up. Lacing my fingers with hers, I escort her to the dance floor. Spinning her around, I pull her into me. She wraps her arm around me and I’m transported back to the naked sexy dance she did for me on our first date, followed by my naked horizontal tango lesson.
A few songs later, Flynn and Avery join us. “Sexy Back” by JT starts to play. We all bump and grind and we take each other on in a dance-off. Somehow it becomes Cress and Ave against Flynn and me, but we totally kick their asses. We left Cress and Ave for dead, but watching Cress grind against Ave is hot. I’m not into the threesome thing like my brother, but I can appreciate two chicks grinding against each other. And when one of those chicks is Cress, it's hotter than hot.
The rest of the night flies by. We slam back shots like we are in college again and then we dance some more. As the night wears on, Cress and I dance dirtier and dirtier. It probably isn’t appropriate when in public but when you're in a club named Tingle, I think it's fair game.
At stupid o’clock in the morning, Flynn and Ave say their goodbyes. They can hardly keep their hands off one another. Cress and I stay at the club for a little while longer. Our dances are becoming more and more erotic, they are borderline not suitable for public. I’m glad Cress is in jeans because if she wasn’t, who knows what I would have done.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper into her ear, as her body shivers against mine.
She nods her head. I order us an Uber and link my fingers with hers. When we make our way outside, the cool night air slaps us in the face. Cress shivers, I drop her hand and pull her to me, my front to her back. She rubs her ass against my cock. “Cress,” I warn, “you need to stop that or I’m going to drag you into the alleyway over there, pull your jeans down and fuck you.”
“I’m down with that,” she sasses back.
Clearly sexual threats don’t work with her but luckily for me, our Uber pulls up. We climb in and I reconfirm my address with the driver. Surprisingly, Cress behaves on the trip back to my place, but as soon as I unlock the front door, she turns into the sexual deviant I love. We don’t make it past the entryway before I’m balls deep inside her. This woman will be the death of me, but death by Cress would be a wonderful way to go.
Eventually we make it to bed. We fall asleep naked and happily wrapped in each other’s embrace…not knowing that in the coming weeks, things will change in a way that no one sees coming.
20
Cress
Waking the next morning, I feel like shit. I’m too old to party the night away like I did—I’m not twenty-one anymore—but man it was fun. My body hurts and I don’t know if it’s from all the dancing
or the mind-blowing sex when we got home. I cannot remember the last time I had a night like that.
Reaching over, I’m met with a cold sheet. Opening my eyes, I notice I’m alone in bed. Sitting up, I hear splashing from outside. Climbing out of bed, I head out to the pool area. Leaning on the pool gate, I watch as Preston does lap after lap. He swims up and down, flipping around and swimming back. His body cuts through the water like a hot knife in butter; smooth and with ease. His muscles stretching and flexing with each stroke. He reaches the end, stops, and stands up; his back is to me. His muscles taut as he runs his hands through his hair, removing the excess water.
“Morning.” I say, startling him, as I open the gate and step into the pool area.
He turns to face me and when he notices I’m still naked, his eyes fill with heat. “Good morning, Love.” His eyes roam over my body, my skin heats even though I’m at the opposite end of the pool from him. He beckons me forward with this finger.
Shaking my head, I purse my lips and take a seat on the edge of the pool. My legs dangle in the water, it’s colder than I anticipated and my body breaks out in goosebumps. With my eyes on his, I trace my finger down my neck, across the tops of my breasts. I circle my nipples before tracing down my stomach, spreading my legs open. He stalks toward me as I run the tip of my finger up and down my folds. He stops in front of me and places his hand on top of mine. He takes control. Pressing his hand to mine, as he slips our fingers between my lips. Sliding them up and down, he presses into me, only to pull back and slide them back up toward my clit.
“Please,” I moan. My body is on fire. Every nerve ending alive and buzzing.
