by Lauren Bliss
This time, I flat-out moan, totally overcome by the sensation.
I’d never dreamed in a million years I’d do something like this; something so kinky, so naughty. I can feel my clit throbbing like mad, crying out for me to touch it, but I keep my arms tight around his neck, unable to let go just yet.
With a soft grunt, Mason pushes himself even further inside me, and I kiss him hard and hungrily in reply, feeling him slip back out a little ways, then slide back inside me once again. And just like that he begins to take my ass, slowly and steadily, holding me firmly in place, his hot hands cupping my buttocks, spreading me wide, as his thick manhood plunges in and out of my hole.
And as Mason fucks my ass, I reach a shaky hand between my legs, touching the hot wet lips of my pussy, slipping two fingers easily inside myself, then letting my touch move further upwards, discovering that my clit’s so damned hard and swollen I only have to work it a couple of times in urgent circles before the waves of a second orgasm start rising up inside me. And right there and then, I want nothing more in the world than to come with Mason’s cock deep inside me in this new delicious way.
“Oh Mason,” I gasp, “I’m so close ...”
I reach up to his face, yanking off the blindfold, wanting to look him straight into his eyes as I come for a second time, and as soon as I’ve removed the silk, sure enough his gaze meets mine, his dark eyes so impossibly intense, locking onto my own, blazing with desire.
With a final whimper and shudder, my second orgasm hits: so powerful it knocks the breath right out of me, my whole body shuddering hard, my trembling fingers still working my clit, and Mason’s cock buried to the hilt in my ass, his hot hands still firm on my buttocks, holding me roughly in place as he too let’s go. He thrusts his tongue hard into my mouth as he comes, his muscular body tensing as he pumps that warm wetness deep inside me, both of us gasping for breath as we slowly float back down to Earth.
8
Early the next morning, I finally give in to an urge that’s been gnawing at me all week long. With shaky hands, I grab my purse, take out my cell phone and then, after the world’s deepest breath, I finally switch it back on. Within moments, it’s going nuts: buzzing and chirping with what seem like a thousand notifications. As I watch the screen filling up with messages, my heart sinks. Because my suspicions were right. Lisa is definitely mad at me.
Where the fuck are you? the first message reads, quickly followed by: Come on, I’m sick of standing out here. I’m not coming back up there to collect you if that’s what you’re thinking.
Then: Fawn I’m SERIOUS.
And then: I can’t believe you’re making me stand out here in the cold on my own, don’t do this to me.
But it’s the very last message she sent me that really hits home.
God Fawn, I had no idea you could be such a bitch. I’m letting you stay at my apartment. I never thought you’d do something like this to me. Leave me here stranded. Do you even care about me as a friend?
Before I know it, I feel hot tears welling up in the corners of my eyes and my heart starting to pound and my palms start to sweat and my stomach twists up with nerves and regret. Because despite all our differences, despite all the mean things she said, I’ve hardly been any better, have I? All I’ve done is hide away and think about myself, this last week.
“Let me guess,” Mason observes, watching me from the kitchen next to Maxwell. “She’s pissed.”
“That’s the understatement of the century,” I groan, covering my face with my hands.
I turn to face them both, then sigh, knowing that the fun is finally over.
“This has been so amazing,” I say, “more than I could ever have imagined. But I really need to go and see her now. I need to make this right.”
I can tell from the look on both their faces that they disagree entirely with my decision; that they think there’s no damn use in meeting her. But I shake my head, and keep my feet planted, staying firm.
“You know how you both made a pact when you were kids?” I say gently.
They nod, puzzled.
“Well, I guess in a way Lisa and I made an unspoken one too,” I explain. “She’s my best friend, and even though we’re both so different, I still owe it to her to face up to this. To talk to her at least.”
“If you put it like that, I suppose we’ll let you go,” Mason replies, “but you have to promise to come back to us, Fawn.”
“Of course!” I laugh.
“And before you leave,” he adds, offering me his cell phone, “put your number in here.”
So I walk over and take the phone from his hand, quickly tapping in my number before handing it back to him.
“Now smile,” he says, holding up the phone and pointing it at me.
“Really?” I sigh.
“Uh huh,” he replies.
So I make a goofy grin as he snaps a picture of me.
“What was that for anyway?” I say.
“We’re going to miss you like crazy!” he laughs. “And while you’re gone, this picture is going to have to do!”
* * *
I take a deep shaky breath, then knock on the door to Lisa’s apartment. I’ve been dreading this moment for so long now. My heart is in my mouth, and I’m totally expecting her to just slam the door in my fucking face again the moment she sets eyes on me. But to my surprise, the door opens, and then stays open, revealing my best friend with what looks like a genuinely sad expression on her face.
“Oh my god, Fawn,” she says, looking me up and down, before stepping aside to let me in. “Where have you been?”
I follow her into the apartment, trying to stay cool and calm. The old me would just be totally apologetic in a situation like this, but now? After my week with the guys? I don’t know. I guess I feel different.
Sure, Lisa and I both did some shitty things, but today I don’t just want to take all the blame. I want to talk this through with her instead.
“Look, Lisa,” I begin, turning to face her. “I really just needed some time to think about the way you behaved. I needed some time away from you. Don’t get me wrong, you’re my best friend in the world. I love you, and we’ve been through so much together. But you have to admit, sometimes you can be kinda mean to me ...”
As I say this, she wrinkles up her nose and I pause for a second, wondering if I’ve overstepped the mark. But even if I have, I don’t care. It needs to be said.
“Sometimes I don’t even think you know you’re doing it,” I add. “But we’re grown up enough now to recognise our bad behaviours and change them, aren’t we? This isn’t college any more. This is the real world. And I am sorry that I never told you how I felt, before now. I mean, it’s not exactly fair of me to expect you to read my mind. But things will be different from now on, okay? And most of all, I’m really sorry for not getting in contact with you before now.”
There’s a sickening pause, and then – to my great relief – she smiles for the first time since I got here.
“I guess I’m sorry too,” she says, opening her arms for a hug.
I feel so glad as I wrap my arms tightly round her skinny frame, happy to have finally sorted this whole mess out. And I feel a great weight lifting off me. But even as I’m beginning to feel better, she asks a fresh question that throws me in a spin.
“So where were you, anyway? Where did you stay?”
“Oh,” I stammer, my heart suddenly racing again. “I, uh, I just stayed at this hotel.”
“What hotel?” she persists, narrowing her eyes. “I thought you didn’t have any money ...”
“Oh it was just this totally crummy place,” I mumble, not meeting her eye.
She gives me this huh look, like she doesn’t entirely believe what I’m saying, so I quickly decide to change the subject, for some reason not quite ready to tell her the whole truth about where I spent my week.
“Hey, we should do something fun tonight!” I announce, forcing a happy smile onto my face. “How�
�s about we go get pizza somewhere and catch a movie?”
“Actually, I can’t,” Lisa sighs. “I’ve still gotta check out more clubs for work. I haven’t found the right venue yet and Megan’s piling on the pressure ... But why don’t you come with? I promise it’ll be fun.”
That was the exact same thing she said the last time, I think. I guess nothing changes. But at the same time, if I hadn’t gone to that club, I wouldn’t have met Mason and Maxwell, either ...
“Okay, sure, why not,” I smile.
“Awesome!” Lisa grins back. “It’ll be a blast, I promise. Now, what am I gonna find you to wear?”
As she shoots off into her room to choose me another revealing, totally-not-me outfit, I take my cell from my purse and send the guys a quick message.
Thank you so much. We had a talk, and I think things are better now. We’re going out to a club tonight but I really want to see you both again soon. I’ll be in touch again the moment everything is fixed up with Lisa, I promise. F x
As I slip my phone back in the pocket of my jeans, I smile to myself, remembering that totally goofy picture Mason took of me.
“Fawn!” Lisa calls just then, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Come here, I’ve got the perfect thing!”
Déjà vu, I think, as I head to her room once again.
9
As we’re queuing for the club – this huge place called Swordfish on the other side of town – I’m taken aback by how nice Lisa’s being to me, and it makes me feel doubly guilty about how badly I thought she’d react. I feel so stupid. It wasn’t fair of me to be so passive in our friendship. If I had a problem with the way she was treating me, I should’ve just said. She’s really taken my words on board, and things have changed already.
“So anyway,” she teases, digging me in the ribs. “You stayed over with those guys at their place the night I left, didn’t you? Well? Did anything happen with either of them?”
“Actually yeah,” I admit. “I did stay over and ... if you want to know the truth, I got to know them pretty well. They were really nice, Lisa. And maybe hanging out with them was what gave me the confidence to talk to you properly. You know, they’ve been best friends since they were kids, just like us? I really liked them, Lisa. I still do, and I’m actually thinking I want to stay in this city, and I want them to be a part of my life ...”
“A part of your life?” she interrupts, wrinkling her brow like I’ve said something insane. “What are you talking about, Fawn? Are you high? They were obviously just a couple of horny dudes. And trust me, you’ll meet plenty more guys like those tonight.”
At this comment, I feel a pang of frustration – because here, once again is the Lisa I don’t like, rearing her ugly head. But I take a deep calming breath and bite my lip, holding myself back from telling her just how much I’ve really gotten to know Mason and Maxwell over the last week ... ‘Cause I’ve gotta feeling that when I do finally tell her, it won’t be pretty.
We pay into the club and check our coats, then head to the bar. I even find myself nodding my head to the bouncing pulsing beat that’s spilling from the sound system, relaxing a little and looking forward to having a good night out with my best friend. Hell, who knows? Perhaps tonight I might actually dance!
“Cheers!” I smile as she hands me my vodka and tonic.
“Cheers!” Lisa chimes, throwing back hers in one.
“Hey, so anyway, I’ve still not explored the city,” I say, raising my voice over the music. “Now we’re both in the same place, there are so many things we can do – especially now we’re no longer kids. There’s supposed to be some really awesome galleries and museums, not to mention a ton of amazing restaurants we should try.”
But all Lisa says in reply is, “Hey, you’re not drinking.”
“Sorry,” I say, taking a big gulp of my drink, then wincing at the sour taste.
“So those guys you stayed with that night?” she persists. “Which one did you end up making out with?”
“Lisa!” I gasp, feeling my face flushing red.
But she simply won’t quit, clinging onto the subject like a dog with a stick. She keeps plying me with more and more questions, all of which I try to avoid until I can find my own way of telling her what really happened that won’t make me sound like a total freaking slut.
“Have another drink,” she urges, buying another round and forcing a second glass into my free hand.
“Hey,” I murmur, “I actually feel a little woozy. Are you sure these are single measures? These taste really strong.”
“Of course they are, square bear, ” Lisa smiles back sweetly. “Besides, if you’re gonna stay in this city, you’d better learn how to handle your liquor.”
So I knock back another of the strong, sour drinks, and then she grabs my arm and marches me over to a quiet table in the corner, practically pushing me into the booth and then sliding in next to me.
“You know you can tell me anything, Fawn?” she whispers in my ear, in a teasing voice. “There’s something different about you. And I think I’ve figured it out. So tell me: which one of those guys did you lose your virginity to? There’s no need to be ashamed. They were hot.”
Oh geez. This is it.
Maybe it’s all the alcohol in my system, or maybe I just feel more comfortable with the brand new Confident Me, but in the spirit of being open and honest about my feelings, I decide just to come right out and say it.
“Okay you’re right,” I admit. “There is something different about me. And yes, I did lose my virginity ...”
“I knew it!” Lisa screams, but I hold up my hand to tell her there’s more.
“That’s not all,” I say shyly, my voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re gonna think this is totally crazy, Lise, but I didn’t lose my virginity to just one of them. It was, well ... it was to both of them.”
At this, Lisa’s eyes widen and her jaw drops.
“You did what?” she growls, her face turning sour and I feel my heart sink.
“Tell me you’re fucking kidding me, Fawn?” she continues, as I shake my head. “What did they do? Did they force you?”
“No no, no,” I plead. “You don’t understand. They were gentle, Lisa. They were so amazing, both of them. They’re so attuned to each other; it’s like they’re different guys but at the same time they‘re so similar, and – well, I can’t help but think of them as like one perfect guy.”
“You’re actually fucking serious?” she replies, still shocked.
“I am,” I say, trying my hardest to communicate how right it was, and how much it meant to me. “I mean I’m so happy, Lisa. I feel like I’ve been struggling to find who I really was, all this time. All through high school and college, do you remember – you were dating all those guys and then me? There was no one. Any time a guy liked me, it just didn’t feel right somehow. But now I think I know why. Turns out I was waiting all along for Mason and Maxwell to come along. And I know how crazy it probably sounds, but I really do think we have a future together – all three of us.”
At these final words, Lisa’s eyes narrow into two venomous slits and she fixes me with a look of total and utter distain.
“Oh Fawn, listen to yourself,” she spits back. “You’re fucking deluded. In fact, you know what? You’re nothing but a whore. Two guys at once? I can’t fucking believe you. They’re probably sitting in that fancy apartment of theirs right now, laughing their dumb asses off about how easy it was to trick some hoe into their bed and double-team the shit out of her. Ugh, that’s so gross! I bet they told you that you were fucking special too, didn’t they? Well, newsflash, Fawn. You’re not special. You’re nothing more than a stupid, worthless little slut.”
I try to speak but the words choke in my throat and the tears well up in my eyes, and on top of that I feel really woozy and lightheaded, too, the alcohol hitting me way harder than I expected.
Were those really just single measures?
“I can’t believe we wer
e ever friends,” Lisa says, shaking her head and pushing herself to her feet. “I can’t be seen with you. This is damaging for my career.”
In horror, I watch as she leaves, and for a moment I try to rush after her, only I’m still so woozy I stumble back into the booth, the full force of the alcohol combined with her cruel words hitting me in a head-spinning rush. I crumple into my seat, my now-blurry vision trying to focus on the shape of Lisa as she elbows her way through the crowded dance floor, then seems to stop, talking to what look like a whole bunch of guys, before pointing back in my direction.
Once again I try to stand up, but once again I slump straight back into my seat, nauseous now, too. And the next thing I know, these weird guys I don’t even recognise all start surrounding me, crowding into my booth on either side, pushing right up close to me, fogging my senses with a mix of sweat and cheap aftershave, so disgusting I almost gag.
“Hey, you look a little out of it, baby,” the guy nearest to me says in a gruff, low voice as my eyes try to focus on him. “Here, have some water.”
I gladly take the glass he’s offering to me, but when I take a sip I register that whatever he’s offering me definitely isn’t water, filling my mouth with a sour, metallic taste.
I’m starting to panic and for a third time, I try to push myself up to my feet but by now I can’t even use my legs anymore.
I’m totally wasted, right on the brink of passing out, and what’s more Lisa has abandoned me and I’m surrounded on all sides by these creepy, sketchy dudes.
“So we hear you like more than one guy at the same time?” the guy on the other side of me says, slipping his disgusting arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him, breathing his gross breath in my face as he speaks. “That’s fucking hot. We can definitely arrange something like that if you’re interested? In fact, why don’t you come back with us now, baby, and we can have a party ...”
My heart’s drumming hard in my ears and I know I’m in real danger. But as I try to fight my way out of his grip, at the same time I can feel my body slumping back into the chair and my eyes half closing, as the creepy dude pulls at my body, trying to ease me to my feet. But all of a sudden I hear a familiar voice.
