Zara awoke to the annoying sound of her six o'clock alarm, blaring loudly and ceaselessly. Frantically she pressed every button she could feel. Finally, the buzzing ceased. Moaning wearily, Zara flipped back under the covers when she heard a thump! Leaning over to see what had fallen, she re-discovered her half finished bottle of whiskey from the previous night... and her electric vibrator. The objects paralyzed her with their silent criticism. Zara sighed, “Fine, I get it. I'll come clean. But guess where I'll end up afterward.”
It had been a rough week. And every day seemed to be a reminder that she had willfully betrayed one of her closest, dearest friends. Poor Olivia. She had no clue about what had happened with Roland; something Zara only half regretted. But Zara couldn’t hide her guilt. Maggie and Olivia noticed the subtle changes in her behavior. She was often in her own little world, and became jumpy at the talk of sex and relationships. She was obviously stressed.
*
“So maybe we should double date,” Olivia suggested, looking at Maggie. It was Friday, happy hour
“Listen, Olivia, I know you're smart, so I'll give credit where credit is due; Roland. . . must be all right or you wouldn’t be seeing him. But I don’t think he and Nathan would have anything in common”.
“Come on. It'll be fun. We can do something where we’re not having to visit too much. I think you’ll be surprised by him. And at least if you meet him your judgment of him will be based on merit”
“Hmm. You have a point. I suppose he deserves the benefit of the doubt. But what will you do if I expose him for the vagabond I think he is?”
Olivia affected a sophisticated and confident air, “Well, Maggie, my dear, if it comes to that, I'll chop of his dick for you.”
Both women paused for a few seconds, letting the absurdity linger. Then they burst into unabashed laughter. Only Zara remained quiet.
“And we don’t want to leave you out,” Maggie said, looking at Zara anxiously. Zara balled her fists in her lap, keeping her head low.
“I totally agree!” said Olivia.
“Yep. We'll have to find a good man for her and make it a triple date.” Zara listened to Maggie's voice, in agony. “Maybe we should hook her up with one of our exes.” Zara felt her nerves rattling, hinting at an explosion. “God knows she's in need of a good dick.” Finally, the pressure was just too much.
“I slept with Roland!”
Maggie and Olivia looked at Zara in disbelief.
“What did you just say?” Olivia’s face blanched. She choked out each word.
Zara sighed, tears springing to her eyes. “Last week, I-I fainted in the road near the construction site. And this guy helped me get back to my feet, and...” her voice was jittery. She raced on. “He offered to walk me home. And... and when we got to my place, I didn't know who he was until he told me, but we had sex. A-And... and...” She was now hyperventilating. “And it was Roland. Olivia, I'm so, so sorry.”
The room became deathly quiet. Suddenly, Olivia stood, her dainty knuckles digging into the checkered table cloth. “How dare you...” she whispered. The words bit at Zara's heart. “And how dare he? Here I am, spilling my guts about how great he is, and he's out there fucking some slut! That greasy son of bitch!”
Olivia launched into a tirade. She had never felt so betrayed. So angry. And heart-broken. After a fiery harangue, she suddenly felt numb. The air had been knocked out of her. She sat back, limp. Zara just sat, like a piece of rock, tortured beyond feeling.
*
Roland looked up to see Olivia walking down the street toward the construction site. For a moment he felt light-hearted at the sight of her, but as he watched her walking toward him he realized that she was marching angrily, as if she had an ax to grind. He preemptively went to greet her; away from his buddies.
“Hey, sugar. What's the m—”
“How dare you!” she interrupted him. Her words ripped through the air, startling everyone, including Roland. “How fucking dare you? Was I not good enough for you? I... goddamn it... I want you to stay the hell away from me. You hear? We are done!” Olivia stormed off, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement.
Roland stood in the street, dumbfounded. He hadn't managed to get a single word or question in. Jake and Bobby walked up to his side.
Bobby whistled a spiraling sound, “Geez. I'd really, really like to know what you did to piss her off like that.”
Roland grimaced, and ran his hand through his hair, “You know, I'm wondering the exact same thing.”
He spent the the next few days trying to call Olivia. She rarely answered. When she did it was just so that she could hang up, letting him know she didn’t want to speak to him.
On one occasion, a friend answered.
“Who is this?”
“This is Maggie, one of Olivia's best friends.”
“Listen, Maggie. Can you tell me what's going on? Why is she so mad at me?”
“You've got some nerve acting all innocent after you slept with her other best friend.”
“Other best friend? Who the fuck are you talking about?” His vulgar speech momentarily disarmed Maggie, and made her feel his cluelessness was genuine.
“Zara, you idiot!”
“Z-Zara?”
“Yes. You've hurt them both, so please stay the hell away.”
The phone went silent, and Roland placed his face in his hands, too overcome with regret to move.
Chapter 6
It was Wednesday. Maggie and Zara sat at the table, engaging in light conversation waiting for Olivia to arrive. Tonight they were meeting at Maggie and Nathan's condo; neutral territory. The relationship between Olivia and Zara was icy, at best. The condo was spacious, designed in a modern minimalist fashion; white and scantily furnished with highly expensive furniture and decorations. Zara was always overwhelmed by the condo's imposing atmosphere. Olivia, on the other hand, had always been comfortable there.
When Olivia arrived, she seemed bright and chipper. As she walked over and took her place at the table, Maggie and Zara looked worriedly at each other.
“Hey, girls.” Olivia seemed nonchalant.
“Hey,”
“So... what have you two been up to?”
“That's what we'd like to ask you!” Maggie replied with a perplexed stare.
Olivia raised an eyebrow, “Uh, what are you talking about? And what is with you guys? You're acting really weird. Or should I say, weirder than usual.”
“Weird?” Maggie repeated, her voice rising a few decibels. “You want to talk about weird? What's weird is that lately you can't seem to keep your panties on. I mean, Olivia, you've been picking up more strays than an animal shelter. What's gotten into you?”
“Nothing's gotten into me. I'm the same as always. Really. I'm just choosing to enjoy the company of few male co-workers... and some guys from the club. No big deal. I totally have things under control.”
“Do you?” Zara asked her, in an alien accusatory tone, “Olivia, we know you. You wouldn’t take on so many guys unless something was bothering you. Is this... Is this about Roland?”
Olivia's mouth opened in shock, as if Zara had just spoken blasphemy, “Hell no! I'm thirty years old. Why shouldn't I try to enjoy some new experiences? I'm a big girl, you know. And this has absolutely nothing to do with 'what's his name?'”
“You mean Roland?”
“Damn it! Why do you keep bringing up that name? I — am — over — him. You got that?”
“I don't believe you,” Maggie commented. “You really liked him. There's no way you'd forget him that easily. Not after everything the two of you shared.”
“We didn't share anything. We just had sex: the same thing I'm having with these other guys.”
“So you admit it? You're using these other guys to get over your relationship with Roland?”
Olivia opened her mouth to speak but was suddenly beginning to feel too weary to counter-argue. Instead, she flopped back helplessly in her chair, “Look, can yo
u two just... stop?” She sounded sad. “I haven't been thinking about Roland, and I don't want to. So can you find a better way to support me than just throwing me under the bus?”
Maggie and Zara looked at each other. They went over to Olivia, who had her head down, and they hugged her. They listened to her sniffling.
Zara rubbed Olivia's back Tears streamed down her face, and her body shook with her sobbing. “You really did love him, didn't you? I can’t tell you how sorry I am.”
*
Zara's doorbell rang. In response, she quickly ran to the mirror and ensured that her hair was perfect and her lipstick was light and sexy. With her appearance set, she hurried back to the door, standing a moment to compose herself before opening it. The door swung open.
“Hi, thanks for coming over.”
“Hey,” replied Olivia. “You sure are looking fabulous. Well it's about time! Are you heading out to meet a new lover?”
“Not exactly.”
“Oh. Well anyway, I'm happy for you. But why'd you call me over?”
“Come on in and I'll show you.”
“Okay.” Olivia followed Zara into the apartment and into the bedroom. She took a seat at the end of Zara's bed. Zara stood directly in front of her. “So what is it you wanted to show me?”
“This,” Zara replied, pushing Olivia onto the bed and starting to climb on top of her.
“Zara! What are you d—”
“Shhh,” Zara soothed her as she loosened Olivia's top and seized her breasts. Before Olivia could protest, Zara began pinching her left nipple while working it with her tongue. Zara then slipped her right hand beneath Olivia's skirt, gently inserting her index finger under the hood of Olivia’s vagina, tickling her clit.
“Z-Zara, what's gotten into you? P-Please stop.” Olivia's voice sounded only half convincing.
“Do you really want me to stop? Zara murmured huskily. “I'm your best friend, remember? I know everything that turns you on. And I fully plan on making you wet.”
Olivia moaned softly, making sweet little love noises. With Zara pinned her down, she couldn't move, and she was not entirely sure she wanted to. Before she knew it, she was holding Zara's head locked in at her nipple, almost pleading for her to suck harder.
“Zara, is this... really you?”
Zara paused a moment, looking deeply into Olivia’s dark eyes. Her fingers twirled inside Olivia, “Yes, it is. Have you any idea how long I've been in love with you? Have you any idea how badly I've wanted to taste you? No, you don’t. You’ve been too busy fucking random strangers to care. So I had to make a move.” Her voice cracked. “I want you for myself, just this once...”
Olivia slowly sat up and gently took hold of Zara's hands. There was a moment of silence. Then suddenly Olivia spoke:
“Zara, I'm... sorry. I didn't know you felt that way. I didn't even know you were into... well, girls.”
Zara pouted, “Not girls, just you...”
“I see.” There was another bout of quiet. Then without warning, Olivia turned to Zara and placed a kiss on her cheek and then one on her lips. Zara was stunned.
“Olivia! Does this mean that—”
“Can we... not talk right now?” Her voice was husky.
Zara looked at Olivia with starry, elated eyes and nodded. She took Olivia’s face in her hands, and kissed her, sliding her tongue into Olivia’s mouth. Her lips were warm and soft. She ran her fingers through the hair on Olivia’s nape, and with feathery fingers, caressed her neck and shoulders. Every movement was slow and sensual and deliberate. They touched each other's breasts and explored every inch, nibbling and sucking. Sure of each other's consent, they arched their backs, nipples touching, and pulled off each other’s clothing, one piece at a time. Their hands explored each crevice of their bodies, stroking, kneading, pressing. Their bodies raked against each other, and they luxuriated in the feeling of skin upon skin.
Gradually, Zara turned and slid her body into a 69 position. Lightly she put the tip of her tongue into the tip of Olivia’s vagina, loving the musky, sweet taste. Olivia writhed, feeling blissful, and inserted her tongue into Zara. Tongues circled and darted, flicking clits. Both women moaned and ground their hips into each other’s willing mouths. Soon they were feasting feverishly on each other's pussies while lying on their sides. Zara could feel Olivia's moistness flowing into her mouth. She drank the savory sticky nectar and tongued Olivia with pleasure. Olivia returned the favor, licking Zara's pussy like it was an ice-cream cone. It was an electrifying feeling. Olivia rolled her head back for a moment, letting the pleasure wash over her.
Suddenly Zara rolled herself off of the bed and rummaged through her drawer, returning with something. It was a strap-on dick—she had been prepared. Zara strapped on the dick and commanded Olivia to spread her legs. When she did, she forced the long rubber cock into Olivia. Olivia squirmed in delight; she had never had this kind of fun before. She was being fucked by her best friend, and she was loving it. Why hadn't they done this sooner? Zara knew exactly how to arouse and please her.
Finally, Zara stood up and grabbed a bottle of whipped cream from off of her dresser. Spraying it on her pussy, she told Olivia to eat the cream and her pussy. Olivia was intrigued. Scrambling onto her knees she started feasting on Zara's cream-filled pussy. Zara held Olivia's head in place, succumbing to the bliss of cunnilingus. It was a delicious little party! Finally, they collapsed onto the bed, breasts and vaginas rubbing against one another, completely and utterly drained and sexually satisfied.
Chapter 7
Roland was having trouble focusing on work. And he just wasn’t the same fun-loving guy, his co-workers noticed. He was becoming reclusive, never joining in the banter and shenanigans at work. His mind wandered constantly, fixating on Olivia. Oh, how he missed her! He missed how she’d laughed gaily, lightly slapping his shoulder whenever he told a naughty joke. He missed how she’d lie on top of him, spellbound by his manly exterior. He missed having sex with her. Mostly, he missed the long, introspective conversations they’d shared. Now, all that was over.
Roland returned from the captivity of reverie when someone called his name:
“Hey, Rolie.” It was Bobby. “Some of us guys are planning on heading over to the strip club later on tonight. You know, check out some 'tay tays.' Why don't you come along for the ride? You've been so distant lately; the rest of the fellas have been missing ya. So what do you say, buddy? How about we all have some fun tonight?”
Roland stared at Bobby, to see that Bobby really was concerned about his social absence. He sighed, “Sorry, man. I don't really feel I'm up to it. Maybe next time, though...”
Bobby listened to Roland's inexplicable reply, seeming stunned by the refusal. Suddenly, his eyes enlarged as if some great fog had just cleared in his mind, “Wait a minute! Is this about that two bit broad you were fooling with the other day? Rolie, come on. Dames like that are a dime a dozen. There will be plenty of bitches like her at the titty bar.”
In seconds, Roland had rushed forward angrily and gripped Bobby by the collar, his knuckles digging into Bobby's throat. Roland had no idea why he’d reacted so vehemently. Looking at Bobby's terrified expression, and feeling himself huffing like the exhaust from a speeding locomotive, he stopped, stunned. He became acutely aware of the power he possessed to exact his revenge on Bobby's pudgy figure.
Then, in an instant, a most telling question dawned on him; revenge for what? For calling a spade a spade. Was he really going to attack a friend over some woman who didn't want him? Thinking on it, it seemed silly to try to defend her honor now. Roland let Bobby go and apologized. As he did so, he noticed the department manager was signaling him to the office.
“What can I do for you, chief?” Roland was now composed again.
“Well, Rolie. I'm just gonna be straight up. You've been putting in some solid hours and, well, we've got a job coming up in Panama. I'd like to have a few familiar faces working on the job, so if you're interested, I could s
ign you on. The pay will be a little better, but I imagine this might take you away from the things and people you're acquainted with. I know that might be a little rough, but would you consider it?”
Roland took a moment to answer as he reflected on Mr. Grimstone's words. Taken away from people... Roland raised his eyes, “Thanks, Mr. Grimstone. I'll have an answer for you in a week.”
*
“Ooh, those are some really nice meatballs you got there.”
“Why, thank you, Maggie,” replied Olivia as she began laying the dishes onto the table. “I just thought we could go for something simple today.”
“Great,” Zara chimed in. “This looks delicious. Hurry up and sit so we can all dig in.”
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