by Bri Stone
“Jesus, Lori. Oh shit…” I groaned deep in my chest as I came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of me.
She sucked my cock with one final pop. She rocked back on her knees and watched me as I laid there panting. I dropped from my elbows and fell onto my back, spent.
“You’ve never done that before? That was fucking amazing.” I breathed. She shook her head.
Her face was still flushed and she was trembling. Poor girl needed a release.
“Do something for me.” I tried. Her eyes watched me curiously.
“For you?” I nodded.
“Mhm, so I can pass my exams.” She arched a brow.
“I want to watch you finish yourself off.” She gasped, but didn’t say no right away.
“It would be better than you going to bed wanting. Or doing it alone.” I wiggled my brow. Her lip was between her teeth as she stared at me.
“Well…why can’t you do it?” She whispered. I grinned sheepishly. Of course, I wanted to do it. But I literally pictured her doing it so many fucking times it was getting old.
“Because,” I shook my head, “that would be nothing new. You’re only doing new things, right?” She nodded slowly.
“Lie next to me.” I held my hand out in the space next to me. She hesitated but she climbed over and laid next to me. She turned her head to look at me.
I leaned over her and trailed my fingers across the hem of her panties. She beat me to the punch and took her shirt off. My eyes went right to her breasts and I felt myself getting hard again. Fuck, I was spent but I had to see this. Homicide could wait.
I peered at her eyes and slid her panties off, she curled her legs so I could pull them from her legs. Her eyes were beautiful and I could stare at them for days, but her swollen mound took my complete attention. I curled my hand around her inner thigh, she shuddered softly, her body rippling, until I spread her open.
“It’s all you now, Cheesecake.” I gruffed. She bit her lip softly but drew her right hand between her legs.
I watched, not missing a beat as she used two fingers to work herself. She dragged them across her before focusing on one spot. Her eyes shut tight as she worked herself. Her soft pants filled the room, her sexy little moans; they were music to my ears. Her hips bucked in time with her movements. I wanted it to be all her but I couldn’t resist, I reached out to caress her soft breasts. I took her nipple between my fingers and tugged softly. She groaned as her lips parted. Her fingers moved faster, her moans grew louder and louder, her hips ground into the bed. Our foreheads pressed together, I couldn’t resist kissing her. It was a hungry, passionate kiss. I was pouring my love for her into that kiss, appreciating how I got so lucky to have a best friend that would give me a study break blow job and let me watch her make herself come.
I moved my hand to her stomach, rubbing against her belly button softly. I knew she was close, her body was tight, her moans were loud—just like I liked it.
“Come for me, Lori.” I breathed. Just like that she snapped. Her fingers moved rapidly and then she froze. Her knees pressed together, clamping her hand between her legs as she cried out, her body shaking. She stayed clenched up like that for a good few seconds before she relaxed with a deep sigh. Before I knew what, I was doing I grabbed her hand and sucked the juices off of her fingers. She gasped softly, but her eyes held that same curiosity.
“That was better than I imagined.” I hadn’t done anything and I was breathing heavy.
“You imagined that?” her brows furrowed in the cutest way.
“Fuck yeah. A million times. You never thought about sucking me off?” I asked. She blinked rapidly.
“No…well, not a million times.”
Twenty-Two:
I only guessed on one question in my Homicide exam. However, I welcomed the distraction from Lori with open arms. I kept hoping I wasn’t too in my head about the whole thing. It really did seem fine between us, better than fine.
I took the few hours I had between my Homicide exam and my Biomedical Ethics exam to catch up on Lori’s blogs. I felt like an ass for not making time to read it, but she understood I was taking the max number of hours to graduate on time this semester. I never studied right before an exam, so it was the perfect distraction.
She blogged mostly about work and the books she was reading. She didn’t blog about her manifesto again. I did see people—guys—ask about it in the comments. It made my blood boil; more than anything I wanted to be petty and say I had the honor of deflowering her, but that wasn’t why I did it. I did it for her, to make sure she would be okay afterwards.
Lori honestly didn’t seem any different to me, I thought she would. I could say there was a new pep in her step but that would just me being cocky about my skills…she did seem like a weight of some sort was lifted off her. Like her virginity was holding her back. I was all about women taking charge of their sexuality and not shying away from it, that’s all she was doing. I wasn’t only glad she was experimenting with me because I have wanted her this way for years, but glad because some other asshole wasn’t doing it. I wasn’t sure if I would ever have her the way I wanted—to be in a real relationship, to tell her how much I loved her everyday…but I could take this for now.
“Dillon!” I groaned internally. None other than Miles Simmons was here to bother me.
“Hey man,” I feigned a smile. He was the quarterback of our team and could be a real ass. I guess he had cause to, since he was in the draft and headed to the combine.
“I thought you would be gone by now.” I said. He sat in front of me and grinned. His buzz cut was just as annoying as it has always been, and he always wore aviators whether he was inside or not. I didn’t even know what color his eyes were.
“Yeah, just came by to get my advisor to sign these papers. I’ve been in camp for a few days now.” I nodded in understanding. Maybe if I just stared at my laptop he would go away. I knew camp had started because my dad had blown up my phone, with messages and emails about it. He was concerned about me being sick for a good second before he got to business.
“Gotcha. I have a midterm in a few minutes.”
He laughed.
“I remember those days.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Did you even finish your degree?” I was getting pissy but he just laughed it off.
“I have my associate’s in general education.” Figures. “But I’m doing well in the combine, been told I am a sure draft pick.” He bragged.
“That’s cool. Good job, man.” I wasn’t a total asshole. I finished her last blog post and then shut my laptop, signifying that I was leaving.
“Hey,” he cleared his throat and leaned in, “you’re still friends with that Lori girl, right?” My jaw clenched at the sound of her name coming out of his mouth. “I mean, she’s fair game, right?” I glared at him, he didn’t notice. I took a deep breath. I didn’t need this distraction before my biomedical ethics class.
“She…is. Why?” My hand clenched around my bag as I stood up. He rose too and shrugged.
“Just wondering. I mean, I assumed you would be bringing her to the party tonight—if you know what I’m getting at.” Yeah, you want to try and fuck my best friend. I forced a laugh to lighten the mood.
“Yeah…but we’re not going. I’m surprised you are.” He shrugged.
“I still have a few parties left in me.” He smiled his perfect asshole smile.
“Right…catch you later, man.” I wobbled off into my exam.
Two hours and seventy questions later my brain was fried, plus I was still pissed about Miles. I don’t know why I was surprised, Lori is a beautiful girl and it wasn’t like I hid her. She was all over my Instagram and Facebook, anyone could see her. My protective instinct toward her is what made me jealous.
I headed back home around four. Lori wasn’t home yet. I texted her to make plans for dinner.
Finished my exams, celebratory dinner?
For sure.
She repli
ed. I settled into the couch with Keeping Up with the Kardashians, I like the drama. I might have dozed off, Lori barging in woke me up.
“Hey!”
I winced at the bell of her voice.
“Hey.” I gruffed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The blurriness went away and I focused on her. She rarely wore dresses to work, maybe once since she’s been here but she was in a form fitting, gray dress that strained against her breasts—everything strained against those things. The dress wasn’t even revealing, it went past her knees, but it was still sexy as hell. Only Lori could do that to me.
“Aw, were you asleep?”
I nodded slowly. I was so fucking tired, I just wanted to go to sleep. I really hadn’t slept since the power nap I took after Lori gave me the world’s best study break.
“Yeah.” She grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and sat next to me, handing me one.
“Thanks…how was your day?” I watched her lips curl around the bottle. My gaze froze on her neck bobbing as she swallowed. Thinking of her lips made me remember last night all too clearly.
“Exciting, actually. I’ll tell you about it at dinner, so wake up!” She shoved my shoulder and went into her room. I stood up and rolled out my arms.
I went to take a piss, which was hard because even naps gave me morning wood and then took a shower. I went straight from my pile of papers to my exam so I felt disgusting. With my hair freshly washed, I shaved off my thin stubble growing in too. I felt like a new man. I dressed in jeans and a red long-sleeved shirt. It was still chilly but not enough for sweaters anymore.
“Whoa, you’re ready before me.” I said to Lori, who was curled up on the couch in jeans and a thin zip-up hoodie. The olive-green color melted with her creamy skin.
“Shut up, I never take that long.” She stood up and adjusted her jeans, the motions made her breasts bob slightly. Fuck.
“Yeah, yeah. Where do you want to eat?” I asked her. I grabbed the keys to the Beamer from the drawer.
“Steak n’ Shake.” I agreed, a greasy burger sounded good.
I briefly wondered why she wanted to wait until dinner to tell me how her day was but I would find out soon enough. We already placed our order and she sipped her sweet tea eagerly.
“So why did you want to wait until dinner to tell me about your day?” She stared at me from across the booth.
“Um…no reason?” I cocked a brow and tilted my head, waiting for an explanation.
She shifted in her seat. Her forearms leaned on the table as she looked at me.
“I just…well this guy had been asking me out for a while. Since I started working there, but today I said yes.” I swallowed the jealousy. Then the rage. Then the jealously again. I took a steadying breath—I couldn’t act like a jealous boyfriend.
“Oh—that’s great then. You…you like him?” I cleared my throat, picking up my best friend role. I could do this without blowing a gasket, right?
“He’s alright.”
“Just alright?” She is usually more descriptive.
“I figured I would see if I actually like him more on our date—it’s tomorrow.” The best friend role faded away.
“Why did you say yes to him then? You wouldn’t have before if you actually liked him.” She furrowed her brow in confusion. I had a chance to save myself, but I didn’t take it.
“By before I mean before you lost your virginity—that doesn’t give you free will to act brand new.” See? I fucked myself. Her face went cold, lifeless as she slumped back in the seat. Her big blue eyes stared at me blankly.
“Fuck you, Dillon.”
I deserve that. I really did.
She wrinkled her nose and stared down into her lap. Her expression wasn’t even one of anger, which was worse. When Lori doesn’t look angry, she is at her angriest. I stared back at her, trying to figure out how to redeem myself. She didn’t even move when the waitress came with our food.
“Let me know if you need anything else.” I could feel the girl bat her eyelashes at me without even looking. I only nodded once and she scurried away.
“Lori I’m…” sorry didn’t seem to suffice. I basically called her…fuck me and my incurable jealousy.
I inhaled sharply and blew out a gust of frustrated air through my lips. All the noise around us seemed to fade as I focused on her. I left my greasy burger and fries and moved to her side of the booth. I scooted closer to her and turned so that I was staring down at her. She was clenching her folded hands so tight her knuckles were whiting. Carefully, I reached out to brush her hand with my fingertips. When she didn’t push me away I curled my hand around hers and pried her hands apart, watching as the color returned to them.
“I didn’t mean that—I’m so sorry.” I whispered in her ear. It might have looked obvious to the rest of the restaurant that I had upset her, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my other arm around her shoulder and squeezed. Her body was tight, rigid. The longer I held her though, the more she relaxed. Finally, she looked up at me and I smiled wryly.
“Can we blame it on the post-midterm stress?”
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“That was such an asshole thing to say.” She murmured.
“I know,” I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, “and I didn’t mean it, I swear. I was…there’s no excuse.”
She shook her head and shoved her fries around with her finger. I moved my arm from around her and touched her knee gently.
I didn’t know what else to say. She was pissed, and she had every right to be. I couldn’t exactly say I was a crazed jealous man because I wanted her all to myself.
“You should eat.” I gestured to her food. She sighed but started nibbling on her fries. Nothing stops her from eating. I couldn’t though, my stomach was in knots over what I had said.
“I don’t think you’re acting different at all. You should—you can do whatever you want.” I said. I wished she would say something. She just kept eating, dipping fry after fry into her milkshake. I wasn’t sure if that meant she wasn’t as mad or she was eating away her emotions. She wasn’t an emotional eater or anything but she ate when she got anxious, or worried. Which is what I did to her.
“I know I can. I just didn’t expect you to judge me for it.” She muffled with fries in her mouth.
“I’m not. Really, I’m not.”
“Lori?” I pressed. She exhaled sharply and turned up to look at me.
“Can we just eat and go, please?” Yeah. She wants me to leave her the hell alone.
I was starving before but I barely touched my food when I moved back to my seat. The eager waitress returned.
“Is it together or…”
“Separate.” Lori said curtedly. I opened my mouth to argue but I didn’t want to poke the lion or anything. The waitress smiled like she knew it wasn’t a date, and was free to leave her number on my receipt. She did.
“Nice.” Lori snapped. She had seen the number and the heart drawn.
“I’m not going to call her or anything.” She ignored me as she shoved her wallet in her purse.
“I don’t care what you do, Dillon.” Her tone was exasperated. She got up and left before I could say anything else.
I followed her out with a defeated walk. She stood by the car, tapping her foot impatiently. I stood on the curve and stared back at her.
“Open the door.” She glared at me. I wanted to stand there and force her to forgive me or something before I opened it, but I knew I was completely wrong in this. I shook my head and unlocked the door, I beat her to the handle and opened it for her. She climbed in and crossed her arms. I stared at her, her lashes fanned over her cheeks and her full lips were in a firm pout. Even when she was mad she was so fucking sexy. I reached around her and buckled her in, she didn’t flinch when my hand brushed against the bare skin of her chest. I shut her door and jogged around to my side.
She didn’t speak to me on the drive back home. How did I manage to royally fuck up an entire evening? She practi
cally ran ahead of me into the apartment. She was headed straight to her room but I grabbed her arm softly, stopping her. She whipped around and glowered at me, trying to wiggle away from my grasp.
“Let me go, Dillon.” She said calmly. But I couldn’t.
“No. Look, I know it was a shitty thing to say but I didn’t mean it. You have to forgive me.” That was an asshole thing to say too, right?
“Dillon, I’m not forgiving you. Because I’m not mad. I just want to be left alone.” She spoke slowly.
“But I don’t want you thinking it was true…tell me at least that.” I pleaded. Her eyes turned down and she stared up at me. She stepped closer to me, less than inch away. I felt the heat and anger roll off her body. She was mad.
“I don’t think it’s true. I just…” she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened them, hey eyes were dark and she was staring at my lips instead of me. she didn’t mean…
“Is this about…us having sex? I told you it doesn’t change anything.” She shook her head.
“No, Dillon. It’s about you, treating me like all the other girls you’ve had sex with!” I furrowed my brow in confusion. huh?
“How I am…what?” I let her arm go, but she didn’t move.
“You wouldn’t have said that to me before…you just see me as one of them now.” She referred to them like they were a cult of some sort.
“I don’t see you like that at all. You’re my best friend and you’re nothing like them, I could never treat you like that. I don’t treat them like shit like you’re implying, either.”
“Okay, but it’s—you may not treat them like shit but I know you didn’t do it the same way with me like you did with them.”
“Of course, I didn’t, it was your first time.” She arched a brow, hinting at the fact we’ve done it more than once. I didn’t really count that time in the shower though. besides last night, it’s all we’ve done.
