“Are you sure you want me—a certified manwhore—to be your first?” I asked in a rare moment of clarity.
“Well, I assume the reason why you’re a manwhore is because you’re very good with the ladies. Friends of mine have never talked about you going down on them but they did tell me they always left after having more than one orgasm with you. I figure there has to be some truth to that so yeah, I want you to fuck me.” She stared down at me as my finger slipped out of her and walked over to the bed.
Whipping off the comforter, she crawled on to the bed. “I want you to fuck me for the first time doggy-style.” Liv looked at me as I began to strip from my clothes as quickly as I could. “Is that okay with you?”
“It allows for deeper penetration but I gotta tell you I used to fuck so many girls doggy-style because I would pretend they were you.”
“Well, now you don’t have to do that because you are with me.” She wiggled her ass with invitation as I stripped off my boxer-briefs.
“Condom?” I wondered out loud.
“Nope. You’ve been a good boy and worn them with your whores but I’m disease free and I want to feel every inch of you.”
“What about birth control?”
“I used to get that shot. I’m due for another one in a few months so I assume it’s still working.”
I couldn’t believe my best friend and the love of my life was being so blasé about me stripping her of something so precious. I was more worried about hurting her than she was. When had I started to act like a bitch while she looked at this situation like I should have been?
I walked over and grabbed her hips but before I would enter her, I kissed down her back. The room was rather cool and goosebumps appeared on her skin. I leaned over her and warmed her with my natural body heat before I lightly bit her neck. I licked the spot and she moaned out loud.
As I took my position behind her on the bed, I teased her pussy with my cock. Slowly, I pressed my dick against her hole and pushed slowly inside her body. Liv tensed up a little because I was no small man. I had north of eight inches and girth working both in my favor. It would take her some time to get used to me, and the invasion I’d just done to her body.
However, sex with a virgin was tricky because you really had to rip off the Band-Aid and fuck them like any other chick. I forgot about her virginity as I removed my cock before I shoved it back inside her and slowly began to fuck her.
Her panting and the way she grabbed the bed sheets let me know she was actually enjoying it but I really wanted to fuck her. I needed to fuck her because it was what I was good at, and I wasn’t afraid to deny it. Lovemaking was great but there was nothing like a good fucking to get off on along with a girl—or in this case, Liv. I wouldn’t last long with this slow pace in her tightness that was not only wet but seemed to tease me by the way she was gripping my dick like a damn vice.
I withdrew from her, slapped her ass and said, “Turn around . . . on your back with legs spread.”
She looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers as she turned around and complied. Her pussy was soaked and I just had to have another taste before I entered her slick, tight depth again.
I pulled her towards the edge of the bed by her long legs and bent down on the carpet. I began to tease her clit again before devouring it whole inside my mouth. She moaned and gyrated under my touch as I slipped two fingers inside of her and curled them against her G-spot.
Liv lifted herself up by her elbows and watched me as she fucked my face with her insistent pussy. “Oh my God, Shaw, I’m gonna come again.”
“Please do,” I mumbled against her clit before devoured it again.
“No, it’s gonna be messy. I hate that I can come so hard, I squirt. It’s gross—”
“No, it’s sexy as hell, I want you to squirt all over my fingers and face. That’s an order.”
She tried to hold back but as I continued to fuck her with my fingers, adding a third one for good measure while devouring her engorged nub, she panted hard, bit down on her lower lip and let out a moan-scream that was positively primal. Her pussy juices drenched my fingers and she shook under my ministrations while I continued to lick her clit.
I didn’t give her time to recover before I was inside her again, pumping hard and fast inside her juicy cunt. She moaned, sweat covering her forehead and drenching her damp hair.
“You like that, dirty girl?” I whispered to her as I held her legs on my shoulders while my cock plundered her pussy like it was a secret treasure all of its own. In a way, it was. I wanted to destroy her, infect her with my disease called lust, turn her into a nymphomaniac who wouldn’t be able to resist my dick or me any time I wanted her.
I realized a part of me was sick for thinking this way about my former best friend and the only woman I had ever loved heart, body, mind and soul but I loved the look on her face.
“Yes, I’m your dirty girl,” she said softly as I continued to fuck her as if my life depended on it.
She was so wet for me, her juices leaked all over my cock, down my balls and ran down my legs but I loved it. There was something so disastrously beautiful about knowing that I made her cum like that and she couldn’t say no to me.
“Harder,” she managed in a voice that didn’t sound like her own.
Of course I obliged, watching my cock slide in and out of that sweet pussy of hers made me want to shoot my load inside her. However I also knew about that shot that may or may not be working and it was best to cum on her instead of inside her.
First, I wanted her to come again. She looked so beautiful with her legs wrapped around my shoulders and my thick dick sliding in and out of her. I rubbed her clit again as I began to pound inside of her and she stared at me with lust-filled violet-blue eyes that had that dangerous green crescent surrounding each of her pupils.
She tried to keep her eyes open but she lay back down on the bed as I felt her body twitch with an orgasm I milked from her slowly. Liv mewled like a cat while I continued to make her suffer with my cock. It was a pleasure-pain situation and yet, I knew she loved it as much as I did.
Her kegel muscles wrapped around my cock tightly and I couldn’t hold back anymore. She was turning me inside out and upside down.
I could feel it travelling through my balls as a tingling sensation let me know that I was about to come, and it would be a fucking whopper I hadn’t experienced in a long time. It came in thick ropes, the first spurts landing inside her gorgeous depths until I withdrew, and allowed the rest of my cum to settle on her stomach and tits as I stroked my dick until not an ounce was left.
I take it back.
This had been the best sex of my life, ever.
Maybe because I knew the woman lying on my bed wasn’t just some random skank I’d picked up at a bar or strip club. I didn’t have to use a condom—which was a first for me—and this beautiful, brilliant girl on the bed teased me mercilessly as she scooped up a line of my cum with her elegant fingers and slid them onto her tongue.
“Yummy, you want to taste?”
No one had ever even come close to me wanting to taste my own cum but looking at how it decorated her body like some kind of weird Japanese art had me licking her fingers as she offered them to me. I began to devour the dark-pink nipples that sat on top of the most gorgeous breasts even though they were covered with my cum.
It didn’t taste “yummy”—more of a salty-almost sweet taste that I could handle because it was Liv’s body I was licking it off of. I traded breasts and began to devour the next one, pulling at her nipple before biting it but not hard enough to break the skin.
“Oh my God, Shaw, I need you again. I’m ready for round two,” Liv panted.
That’s all I needed to hear. My cock was back up in its standing salute position, and I was ready to fuck her again. Pussy that sweet and delicious was never meant for a douchebag like me but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t take full advantage.
It was all my fault.
I kn
ew calling Joe wouldn’t be such a good idea but I just had to share my good news with him. It was a beautiful night in L.A. and here I was sharing it with a lovely up and coming pop star, Gareth Duval. He didn’t play country music like me—he was more of a pop guy with a little soul and rock thrown in for good measure. He’d gotten his contract through Introspect after they saw him on YouTube. He had over a million subscribers before the record companies started sniffing around. The guy was a bonafide genius and working on his first album.
We got along really well, despite me being from Louisiana and him being from the southern part of Missouri. He looked like the all-American boy with his sandy blond hair he wore closely cropped to his head, bright cornflower blue eyes, chiseled features, a body built in the gym and at five feet, eleven-inches, he was perfect for my height. He didn’t feel oppressive nor did he feel too short. He was just right for me.
“So, how about that duet? It would really help with your image while Introspect pretties you up and makes you become the next Taylor Swift,” he teased as we drank champagne, some expensive label that read Cristal. It wasn’t like any champagne I ever tasted—I was more of a bourbon girl—but I enjoyed it never-the-less with my new threads that Dominic Stenfeldt splurged on me.
I was in an almost identical 60s, A-line dress with designer cowboy boots by some Italian designers, Dolce and Gabbana. I’d never heard of them or the maker of the black and white checkered dress—Donatella Versace—but it fit me like it was expensive and I knew none of the thrift stores I usually shopped for clothes would have anything like it.
“I think they have already prettied me up,” I replied as I looked into his eyes. “Besides, I could never be the next Taylor Swift. I couldn’t sell my soul out like that to pop music. I’m country all the way down to my bones. You know what they say about us Southern girls—you can take the girl out of the south but you can’t take the south outta the girl.”
I stood and walked to the doors leading to the balcony. The view of L.A. was amazing. “Besides we all knew—you know that she would sell out. She was from Pennsylvania for God’s sake. What do they know about country music? You gotta have it running through your veins and your soul. It’s gotta be bred into you like moonshine and those loud southern nights in the bayou. I’ve been handling snakes and dealing with the wild life of Louisiana since I was a kid. They never scared me none. Moving to Nashville was like coming to a second home but ain’t nowhere in the south like New Orleans—hell, Louisiana period. It’s got a taste of it’s own and it never ceases to flow through your veins.”
“Don’t you let some of these Hollywood types hear you talkin’ bout Taylor like that. Right now, she’s their golden goose—”
“I sure as hell don’t know what for. The mediocre pop album that wasn’t nearly as good as Red though she was already makin’ her switch then. You know, I might be some homely country girl but I ain’t stupid. Someone like Elle King could put her music to shame. Hell, even Halsey. She ain’t country but I love her unique sound and respect both artists because they write their own music. Those are real musicians to me. And yeah, I know Taylor writes her own stuff but that don’t make her a great singer-songwriter. Her voice ain’t got no depth to it. It’s just real tinny and you can tell they gotta do a lot of work in the studio to make her sound good. Hell, I could sing ‘Shake It Off’ better than her.”
Gareth looked at me like I was crazy. “I don’t believe it.”
“You gotta an acoustic lyin’ around here?”
“Yeah, I do.” He took off for his bedroom and I checked my HTC phone as it rang again. It was Joe but I wasn’t gonna answer his call just yet. I needed to prove something to these Hollywood big shots who thought I was just as country as a chicken coop. I may not have had the intellectual dialogue down but I was nobody’s dummy. I ignored the call and slipped the phone back into my purse as Gareth emerged with a gorgeous acoustic guitar that looked like it had never been played.
As he handed it to me, I asked, “You trust me with this?”
“Yeah.” He gave me a strange look and shook his head. “I practice with it all the time. That’s how I wrote ‘Adore You’ and ‘Can’t Come Back Crying.’ Seriously, my contract was pretty generous for a first time singer. I can afford a new one if you break it somehow.”
I laughed out loud and adjusted it on my lap comfortably. After finishing my champagne for liquid courage, I closed my eyes and began the opening bars for “Shake It Off,” acoustic style. The words flowed out of me and in that deep husky yet feminine voice I had with a touch of soul, I sang my ass off.
After I finished, Gareth looked at me like I was some sort of space alien before he began to clap. “Girl, that was amazing! Can you do ‘I Knew You Were Trouble?’ That’s one of my favorite Taylor songs. Does she know about you?”
“I don’t think so. I wasn’t a YouTube star. I dug my way through the pits of hell before I landed a regular gig at The Bluebird Café. Country music executives don’t take no stock in YouTube and what not—they wanna hear you play live. See what you really sound like without all that auto-tune crap. You can’t get away with that at The Bluebird—no sir. You gotta know how to sing.”
“How did Mr. Stenfeldt hear about you?”
“Ella Jade. She did a concert in Nashville with Brian Kinder—I guess they both have equal billing—and they came into The Bluebird Café to get somethin’ to eat. I was performin’ that night but with the stage lights, it’s pretty hard to see the audience. Besides I would have performed just the same whether I knew they were out there in the crowd or not.”
“That’s wild. I always thought she was just fluff but looks like she’s more talented than I thought.”
“What are you talkin’ about? If Mariah Carey, Kelly Clarkson and Christina Aguilera had a baby together, Ella Jade would be it. Granted she doesn’t do a lot of hollerin’ like Christina and she is more like a Mariah Carey-Kelly Clarkson hybrid but that girl can hit all the right notes and it ain’t auto-tune either. She’s genuinely talented. She’s pretty much one of the few pop stars I like. That and she seems to have cleaned up her crappy attitude. People say she used to be a royal bitch but now that she’s with Brian Kinder, they seem to mellow each other out,” I explained as I reached into my purse and sent the call from Joe straight to voicemail.
“Well, you know your music—I’ll give you that much—but that’s only a rumor going around. No one has ever caught Ella and Brian in the act. Men and women can be friends without sleeping together.”
“I beg to differ. I mean, if you really thought I was just some homely girl, no way would you have invited me over. You like the way I look and my style. I get it. However, I gotta get rid of my fella back home first before we allow our budding friendship to go any further.” I finally grabbed my phone and stood.
“Who’s the fella at home?”
“Joseph Bobby O’Reilly or Joe Bob for short. That sounds a little too hickish, even for me so I just call him Joe. He’s what he sounds like—a gorgeous redneck that’s tall and built like a brick shithouse. But after a while, you realize looks fade and you need someone who’s gonna stick by you. Not just promise you but they’re selling dope to gangsters and don’t know what a legitimate job looks like. I don’t want a boyfriend that’s always in and out of county and for dumb shit like drunk driving, lewd and disorderly behavior, public drunkenness. That’s why I accepted the offer Mr. Stenfeldt gave me. I needed to get out of Nashville but he’d never let me go. Not if he could help it.
Gareth stared at me for while. “Go on and use my landline. Unless he’s a cop, he won’t be able to get a read on where you are and the number comes up as restricted. If he’s payin’ your phone bill, he can track you down. It’s not that hard.”
I smiled. “Sounds like you’ve been through something similar?”
“I have. It was just with a jealous high school girlfriend I’d outgrown. Once she saw I made it, she flew out to L.A. and showed up on my doorstep. Foun
d out she got my info from her cell phone carrier. She must have done some great acting because they gave her everything except a map to find my place. Hell, once she got to L.A. all she had to do was Google my damn address.”
I laughed out loud. “Sounds like we both know what it’s like to deal with an annoying ex.”
He looked at me seriously with those bright blue eyes making the blood heat up in my veins. “Listen, you can take it out to the balcony. I’ll give you some privacy to get rid of . . . um, Joe Bob.”
I looked back at him and smiled again. “Thanks, Gareth.”
“For what?”
“For just bein’ a friend.”
I can’t even pretend like I ain’t ready to chew nails behind Annabelle runnin’ off like she did. I spoke to her co-workers at the BlueBird and some fancy exec convinced her to leave with him. Probably to New York or California but I gotta find her first before I can make her pay.
I’m drunk and irritated. Anyone knows me can tell anyone that I don’t hit the moonshine until I know whiskey or bourbon ain’t gonna take the edge off.
I’m feelin’ real vindictive too ‘cause I know Annabelle’s cousin is in town. He pretty much is in the same business as me but he does it back east. If he’s here in Nashville then that can’t be a good thing.
All us criminal organizations got a pipeline and mine was directly associated with the paddies who sell my product along with those Commie bastards who also buy from the Dixie Mafia. We got some of the best green in the country. So, judgin’ by what Annabelle tells me, I’ll sell her cousin out so fast, he won’t know what hit him. Makes no difference to me.
My phone rings and I sigh as I pick up my iPhone 6 and stare at the number. It says restricted but that don’t mean nothing. I’ll find out where the little cunt is hidin’.
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