Forget Me Not

by Sarah Daltry

  He gets up and cleans himself off before looking at me. “Princess, I’m exhausted. Are you planning to stay the night?”

  I’m not sure how to answer. I don’t think Jack is the cuddling type and I still don’t know what this is. Are we starting a relationship or is this just fucking? With Derek, it started with sex, but there was something between us for years. This is all new to me and I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to make demands of him, but I don’t want to push him away, either.

  “You can stay if you want,” he says. “Although I do have to work early in the morning.”

  “Yeah, I’m going out for dinner with my parents,” I say. “I should probably not be… distracted tomorrow.”

  He comes back to the bed and slides his hands along my thighs. His thumb presses down on my clit, but he doesn’t do any more. “When you get back tomorrow night, come over. I have a distraction in mind that I think you will love.”

  “Really? Something like tonight?”

  “Better. Just for your birthday. Real princess treatment.”

  I get wet and I want to beg for more, although I don’t think I can take it. I moan as he continues to tease my clit and he just watches me go weak for him.

  “I don’t want to go,” I whisper as he starts to move his thumb faster. I’m ready to beg him to use me again.

  “Good. I want you desperate tomorrow.” He backs away and gathers my clothes, tossing them to me. “See you then.”

  My cunt is on fire when I leave, desperate enough already. Just thinking about what Jack has planned makes me crazy and I’m disappointed when I find Kristen in the room when I get back. I can’t masturbate with her here and I lie in bed, restless because of my aching pussy. I want so badly to go back to Jack’s room and ask for more, but I’m a little embarrassed about how much I like what we did tonight.

  Chapter 9

  My birthday dinner with my family is excruciating. They ask about Derek, which just makes me feel terrible, and Jon tries to fill me in on everything I’ve missed this last month. No one seems to think it is odd that I don’t know anything about Derek anymore; instead, he becomes the primary topic of dinner conversation and I just want to leave. I almost wonder if they forgot it was even my birthday until a swarm of wait staff appears to sing me the most irritating rendition of “Happy Birthday” possible. I sink down into the booth; even the new laptop they bought me can’t make up for this kind of humiliation.

  After dinner, they want to hang around, which just manages to annoy me. I’m horny and I want Jack. I don’t want to talk about my ex-boyfriend who doesn’t care about me. I try to pretend to be interested in Derek’s rugby skills, but all I can think about is the surprise that I have waiting. I want to know what it is; there are a lot of things that I can imagine, but Jack is an entirely new kind of person to me.

  Finally, they leave and I dig through my closet, trying to find something slutty to wear. My clothes are not designed to be worn for nights like this, but I make do with a tight pair of pants and a shirt that is way too small for me. Kristen watches me warily.

  “What are you doing to yourself?” She isn’t judging me, but I still don’t like the way she says it.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Derek loves you. You love him. You’re just hurting yourself and him. You know it, so why are you doing this? Why not try to make it work?”

  “First of all, he ditched me on my birthday. Secondly, he ditched me on our anniversary, which is tonight. Third, he hasn’t called-”

  “You threw your phone across the room,” she points out.

  “Not important. No email or Facebook message, either.”

  “I know, but Lily, you don’t strike me as the type to give up that easily.”

  “He lied to me about Jodie, too. If he wants to spend time with her, then he can do so. Apparently that’s what he would rather do.”

  “I guess. I just think you need to avoid running to someone else. It’s not really fair to anyone.”

  “All I have done since school started is worry about Derek, miss Derek, and whine about Derek. I’m having fun with Jack.”

  She raises an eyebrow. “You’re having sex with Jack. As fun as that is, do you even like him?”

  I stare at her. “I like fucking him.”

  “Not the same thing.”

  “Does it matter?” The little voice in my head that echoes back what Kristen is saying is getting louder and I want it to shut up.

  “I don’t know, Lily. Does it?”

  I don’t respond. Instead, I take my purse and head down the hall to Jack’s room. Before the other night, I had only been with one guy and now, he’s totally disinterested in me. I also never knew sex could be like this. The last two nights have been wild, but I loved them. My body is already shaking thinking about what Jack will do to me tonight. When he opens the door, I don’t know what to say when I see a girl sitting on his bed. Did he forget we had plans? Am I really that replaceable to everyone?

  “Hey princess. Come on in.”

  “It looks like you already have company.” I’m not jealous, just disappointed. I guess this confirms that Jack and I are not in a relationship. I’m relieved, I have to admit. I kind of like the freedom of this – whatever it is. Not worrying, not pining, just having fun. At least I think that’s how I feel. Kristen’s questions plague me and I shake myself to forget them.

  Jack looks between me and the girl on his bed. “This is Alana. Alana, this is the princess.”

  Alana is intimidating, but she looks like the kind of girl Jack would spend his time with – meaning she looks nothing like me. Although she is dressed in black and is clearly going for the “don’t look at me” style, she is actually beautiful. Her bright eyes flicker when we make eye contact. Her black hair is long and spills down her back, but I get the impression she rarely wears it that way. This must be some kind of special occasion. Despite the coolness of the weather, she is wearing only her tight black pants and a black tank top. Her pale white skin is marked with tattoos that run the length of her arms.

  “She’s never going to go for it,” she tells Jack. I’m surprised at her voice; I expected her to be brash, but she speaks in a lilting, soft tone. She shoves her hair behind her ear, as if she’s uncomfortable with it looking so girly.

  “You’d be surprised. Our little princess is not so innocent when you get her going. Are you?”

  “Lily,” I say, introducing myself to Alana. “I have a name.”

  She laughs. “I figured. Listen, sweetie, you’re cute, but I think Jack misunderstands you. All apologies.”

  Intrigued, I lock the door to Jack’s room behind me. “Misunderstands what? Why does everyone think I am such a good girl?”

  “I don’t think you are anymore,” Jack says. “I think you are one very, very naughty girl in fact.”

  “Jack, look at her. There’s wild and then there’s wild. This is not her thing, I promise you.”

  She doesn’t seem to think it’s rude to talk about me as if I’m not there and I stand in the middle of the room, irritated, confused, and horny. Jack comes over and smacks me hard on the ass. I cry out, growing wet, and he turns his attention back to Alana.

  “Go ahead, Alana,” Jack instructs. She shrugs and jumps down off the bed, moving toward us. I don’t move when she wraps an arm around me; suddenly, her lips are on mine. It’s different than kissing a guy; Alana is soft and she tastes sweet. She flicks her tongue against mine and I feel something I didn’t know was possible. I definitely like guys, but something is churning inside of me. I push closer to Alana and run my hands over her back. The kiss grows hungrier and she lets out a small sound, before she backs up a few inches.

  “Huh. Maybe you are up for it.”

  “I told you,” Jack says. “Princess, Alana is your birthday present. I thought that maybe we could all have a little fun. You said you wanted to experiment. So let’s experiment.” His smile is wicked.

  Although this is v
ery different from what I expected, I can’t pretend it doesn’t excite me. Looking over Alana’s body, I realize that I want to explore it in detail. She starts to strip and neither Jack nor I can tear our eyes away. She has beautiful breasts; they’re creamy white and full. I move forward and touch them; they’re soft and she lifts my shirt over my head while I play.

  “Does that turn you on?” Jack asks. “Touching her like that?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. Soon, Alana’s hands are on my tits and I’m engulfed in flames. I want to know more of this feeling.

  It feels funny having our bodies pressed together; as Alana touches me, her breasts push against mine, and it’s a strange and yet extremely erotic sensation. I’ve never been this close to a girl before and I am getting extremely wet. She leans down and teases my nipple with her teeth. I groan and make eye contact with Jack. He sits on his chair, unbuttoning his pants. While Alana and I touch one another, he begins to jerk off and I lose it. Everything I thought I was fades away; this night is all I care about. I watch his hand moving up and down on his cock and I feel Alana circling my nipple with her tongue.

  “Oh, God, someone needs to fuck me,” I cry. I reach down and rub my pussy through my pants.

  “Have you ever been with a girl, Lily?” Alana asks.

  I shake my head, afraid to speak, to ruin it. She moves my hand and takes my pants off. I want her to touch me, but she doesn’t. She just undresses herself and I look at what’s between her legs. The smooth skin is surprising. I’ve never really seen my own pussy and it’s so strange seeing another woman like this. I’ve seen porn and pictures, but I have never seen a girl naked in person – at least not in a way that was so obviously sexual. There may have been a time in the locker room, but never when it was leading to something else. I’ve never stopped and looked at women like this, either. She’s incredible.

  “Get on the bed together,” Jack directs. His cock is huge and swollen and he’s breathing heavy, trying to slow his strokes so he doesn’t come too soon. “Let’s have some fun with our princess.”

  I do what Jack says, but he just keeps stroking himself and watching. I’m afraid he’ll come before he fucks me, but Alana warns him first.

  “Jack, you’re gonna hurt yourself. Save some for both of us,” she teases.

  He groans, but slows even more, although I can tell it must be driving him crazy. It’s driving me crazy and I have no idea where this is going. Well, that’s not entirely true. I know what comes next, but having never experienced it, I can only imagine what it will be like. Alana gets on top of me on the bed and begins stroking the lips of my cunt. When she slips her fingers deep into me, I feel like I’m dying. I love having fingers inside of me, but no guy has ever been this good at it. Even masturbating is not this good; Alana knows exactly where to touch me, what speed to move her fingers at, and just how much to push inside. My clit is ready to burst and then I completely lose it when she moves down between my legs and takes it in her mouth.

  “Fuck,” I scream and I look over to Jack, who dropped his hand and is just staring. His cock looks ready to burst, but Alana is busy between my legs and I don’t know whom I want more. I enjoy having a guy eat my pussy, but just like with her fingers, Alana knows just what to do. I come nearly instantly, my hands pulling at her long, dark hair. I lose control and I feel bad when I realize I am holding her face down against my cunt, but she handles it well. After I orgasm, she just sits up and smiles.

  “Your turn,” she says.

  “I don’t think I will be any good,” I say, apologizing before I even start.

  “I’ll walk you through it if I need to.” She takes my fingers and I begin stroking her pussy. The lips are wet and warm and Alana moans as I touch her. I slide my fingers inside and play with her clit just like I play with my own when I’m masturbating. She pushes hard against my hand.

  “Yes,” she says and the affirmation gives me confidence. “Yes, Lily. That’s perfect.” I move faster and push deeper, wanting to make her come. I don’t even notice Jack get up until he is behind me. He starts fingering me as I finger Alana and I get wet again, ready for even more.

  “I want to fuck you while you eat her pussy,” he says. “Do you want that, Alana?”

  “God, yes. Lily, please.”

  “C’mon, princess. Spread your legs for me. Let me come inside.”

  I do what he says, wanting to be full of him. Alana cries out, desperate to come, and I move my head between her legs. I don’t feel confident at all even in my blow job skills, so this is terrifying, yet exhilarating. I slip my tongue inside of her as Jack forces his cock deep into my cunt. I don’t think I can take all the sensations at once and I start licking Alana’s pussy while he fucks me from behind. She is moaning and her hips are bucking toward me. She digs her nails into my shoulders and Jack pulls on my hair while he fucks me. I hold onto Alana’s hips, losing myself in her. She comes before I do, but there is nowhere to go and I stay between her legs while Jack plows me. My cunt pulls him in to me and I orgasm, screaming into Alana’s pussy. It’s insane and I collapse when I am done. Jack has not finished, so I don’t expect him to pull out when I finish.

  “Watch me fuck her,” he commands.

  Alana stands up and I stay lying on the bed. Jack leads her over to his desk, bending her over the chair so that she’s facing me. She is spread wide and I watch him grip her ass as he slides into her. Her face shows just how good he is; having just had his cock in my own cunt, I know exactly what she is feeling. I feel like I’d normally be jealous watching something like this, or at least embarrassed, but instead, I am just getting horny again. It’s extremely hot watching him fuck her slowly, his hands hanging on to her hips, her tits bouncing up and down as he thrusts. I move my fingers down to my pussy and play with myself while they fuck in front of me. She cries his name and I sit up so that I can watch the end of his cock move in and out of her. He’s moving so slowly, drawing out her orgasm, but when she comes, it is epic. She yells his name and clutches the back of the chair, her ass rising and falling while he moves faster and faster.

  “Jack, you’re so fucking good,” she cries.

  He looks up at me and our eyes meet. I slip three fingers deep inside of myself, and come while he fucks Alana as he watches me masturbate to orgasm. Somewhere, a voice reminds me that this is wrong, that I should be in my room thinking of ways to salvage what I had with Derek, but I don’t care. I forget what I am doing and just let myself lose control. Alana has already come and has gone weak while Jack keeps thrusting. I can’t stand it; my orgasm is good, but it’s not the same as fucking him.

  “Fuck me again,” I beg. “I want to be the one to make you come.”

  “Oh, shit,” Jack cries, and it’s too late. He explodes all over Alana’s back and I push faster until I finish by myself. They both move back to the bed and we lie together, our hands and mouths exploring each other lazily. None of us has the energy to do anything else right away, although I know we’re not done yet.

  “Happy birthday, princess,” Jack says.

  “Thank you. Both of you.”

  “No. Thank you,” he replies.

  “You certainly showed me,” Alana says. “Are you sure you’ve never been with a girl?”

  “Never. Although I wouldn’t mind doing it again.” I slip my hand between her legs and play with her clit, while she kisses me. “So this is college,” I say between kisses.

  Alana laughs and Jack responds by shoving himself between us, touching us both. His hands move over each of our pussies. I know I am supposed to be “finding myself” or whatever Abby thought would be best. I’m sure this is not what she meant, but my body likes how Jack is finding me right now. I think again of Derek, but then I remember that he chose to ditch me, that he has his girl “friends” at school, and that he is probably doing the same thing. He’s spending the weekend in a hotel with a bunch of girls, including Jodie. My anger stirs me and I slide down along Jack’s body; slipping my mouth ove
r him, I use my rage to bring him to orgasm. He pushes his cock down my throat and I wait for him to come. He throbs against my lips but somehow manages to ask me to stop. I look up, surprised.

  “Ride me, honey,” he says. “It’s your birthday. It’s all about you.”

  Alana starts to masturbate, now that she’s the one watching, and I straddle Jack. I slide down the length of him and feel him bury himself inside my cunt. I move slowly up and down, wanting to make this last. Alana is getting quite the view of him entering me repeatedly and it turns me on so much to have her watch. She sits up and kisses me along my neck and collarbone, moving again to my nipples to tease them with her tongue. I finger her while I ride Jack, and he moans in total satisfaction.

  “Lily, you are absolutely perfect,” he says. I know that he doesn’t mean it, and that he only thinks it because he’s all the way inside my wet pussy, but it feels awesome to hear it. He runs his hands up along my spine and, despite everything, I can’t help but start to fall a little bit for this wreck of a guy who makes me forget the boyfriend I dreamed of for years.

  Chapter 10

  Alana needs to leave early in the morning, so I walk her out. I’m not sure what sort of expectations there are after you sleep with a girl. I don’t know if we will be friends or not; she doesn’t go here, but she and Jack are obviously close. I wouldn’t mind being her friend, although I suppose it’s a little awkward considering how we spent the night. When we reach the lobby, she smiles at me warmly.

  “It was fun,” she says. “We should do it again sometime.”

  I blush, wondering if everyone sitting around the lobby knows what we’ve done. They don’t even look up, though, so I guess they probably don’t care.

  “I’d really like that,” I reply, feeling shy in the light of day.

  “Have Jack be in touch.”

  “I don’t know if we’re…” I trail off, not sure what to say. I don’t know if I can have Jack be in touch, because I don’t know if I can have Jack do anything. Am I his girlfriend? His lover? His friend? Is he just playing with me, since I’ve been so willing?