by N Kuhn
Her little hands reach into both mine and Bas’s pants at the same time, trying to tug at us. Looking at each other, him and I just shrug and laugh. We undo our jeans to allow room for her. Our cocks both hard and standing up, she strokes us up and down, mutually. Closing my eyes, I try to pretend she’s Britt. I know no one will ever be her, but sometimes it helps me to get off when I think of her. Her ocean blue eyes, silky blonde hair, swaying hips. Suddenly the movement stops, and I open my eyes. She’s smiling and peeling off her dress. It’s nothing fantastic. Just plain like her face. She prowls over to the bed, climbing atop it and we follow her.
“Don’t touch me dude, okay?” I laugh. Climbing on the bed next to her, I stick my fingers in her pussy, swirling, making sure she’s ready. She moans and rocks her hips. This, it’s what I deserve. Different groupie, different city, every night. Bas slaps me on the shoulder and lays down. Annie, Amy, Amanda, whatever her name is, crawl over him, so she can wrap her lips around his cock. I slip my fingers out of her, and spank her ass. The red that pops up on her skin turns me on. I do it again to the other side and listen to her try to squeal. Her head bobbing up and down on Bas’s cock, her ass wiggles in the air, as if asking for more. Instead, I spread her ass cheeks, and slam my cock inside of her quivering slit.
“Ow, shit dude, don’t make her bite,” Bas yells at me. He closes his eyes as her rhythm continues. Her hand sliding up and down, following her moist lips as they trail his long cock.
Slowly I pull out, almost all the way. Grabbing her by the hips, I slam into her again, as far as I can go. I pick up my pace, going faster and an intensity inside my stomach builds. I slide a finger down to circle her clit. She tries to moan her pleasure as Bas nears his end. Hearing my friend grunt as he comes in her mouth, I stop moving and hold her head down. When she’s finally swallowed all of him, and moved out from under her, I pick back up where I left off. Pulling her up, so she’s sitting on her knees, she presses fully against my body with her back. Moving my attention from her clit, to her breasts, I grab onto them tight, as if holding on for dear life. She writhes against me.
“Ow, you’re hurting me.” I don’t listen, and keep pumping in and out, and I’m ready to burst. Having learned one lesson from my dad, it’s don’t get the groupie pregnant, so I pull out and let my seed loose all over her back. She then lays down, on her back, squishing it all into the blankets.
Bas doesn’t care, he climbs on top of her to take his turn. I lean over her face, and as she licks my dick clean and slips her finger back and forth across my balls, I become hard again. Placing a hand on Bas’s shoulder, he stops, looking up at me. Pulling the girl back up to her knees, I lay down, so I can take my turn on the bottom. She rushes to climb over me, with Bas still inside of her. Her tongue licks around my head, glistening, and hungry for more. She licks down, hard along the shaft, looking up at me, her eyes wide with pleasure. She closes them for a moment, moaning as she reaches her climax with Bas inside of her. Reaching down, I pinch her nipples, tugging at them, inflicting pain as she comes all over my friends cock. She then resumes her hungry attack on my dick. Shoving the whole thing in her mouth, I can feel her gag, but she keeps going. As her mouth moves up and down, and she adds her hand, I shut my eyes, thinking of Britt. Her soft pink mouth, her tongue that tastes so sweet. Feeling impatient, and not quite so turned on, I stop her, getting to my knees, but keeping my dick in her mouth, I hold her head in place by the hair. Thrusting my hips, I fuck her mouth, that sweet little hole, and as the muscles in my stomach quiver, and my balls tighten, I scream out as I cum. Laying down, spent, from getting off twice in less than an hour, I start to fall asleep. I can still hear Bas and the girl grunting as they move positions over and over. Her moans and cries sounding more fake than anything. When they are finally finished, I feel something fall on me. Looking up, she towers over me, looking pissed off, and trying to quickly pull her dress on with some of her dignity in tack.
“My name’s not Brittany you asshole.” She storms out of the room with Bas and me laughing at her.
“Did I really say that?” I ask him. He stops laughing, and looks at me with the most serious gaze I’ve seen on him in a long time.
“Yea, you got it bad man. Why not just call her.” Ignoring him, I stand and blow another line of coke, waiting for the jolt to wake me back up. Tossing back another shot, I figure I’ll just drink until I forget her.
Chapter 7
Brittany’s College Break
Coming home for the first time since starting at Harvard is odd. It’s just so different. Before I left, my time was spent working at the firm, going out with Aiden and spending time with Stacey. But, right before I left, things got weird. I remembered the drug usage and since it seemed worse, I had to tell my father. Stacey had made a dire mistake in a case we were working. She forgot important papers that my father needed in court. He had to get a recess, and wasn’t pleased. She begged me to cover for her, saying that he would never fire me. I just couldn’t do it. In everyone’s employment contract, it says that Lander and Coppick have the right to randomly drug test. So, they did. I went to my father and told him everything. Stacey’s test came back positive for three different kinds of drugs. She lost her job on the spot. Judging by the looks she gave me, word was going around that I was the one who pointed her behavior out. I didn’t want to be known as a rat, but it’s not right. Our clients count on us to find them justice. If she’s here high, there’s no telling what other mistakes she could have already, or would make again. There’s too much at stake.
Now coming home, I’m bombarded with messages from friends I haven’t heard from since heading off to school. They all want to tell me about Travis and how he’s signed with his dad’s label, and he’s on tour. As if I didn’t know. You can’t pick up a music magazine these days without seeing his face all over it. There had been an article about him getting arrested for assault. But the victim and circumstances were kept out of the papers. Plus, I’m sure the paparazzi twisted it into something more than it was. Stacey hasn’t talked to me since she got fired. From what I heard, she blames me for it. It’s not my fault she did drugs. I didn’t force her, and there were a few times we discussed it. I tried to help her stop, she refused. I can’t feel guilty for doing the right thing. Picking through my pile of mail when I first get home, there’s an envelope with no address. When I had asked my mother, she just thought a friend dropped it off, anticipating my return.
I sit down on my bed, and open it. Out falls a stack of photos. Stacey and Travis shooting up. Stacey and Travis having sex. Are you kidding me? My heart stops. Stacey is with Travis? As in my Stacey? Since when are those two together? Since when does he shoot heroin? It makes me sick. There was no note, no address, nothing. This is just some disgusting joke. Shoving the photos and envelope into my dresser, I want to forget about them. He needs help, I still care about what happens to him even if we aren’t together. I spend the afternoon worrying about him, but unable to talk to anyone about it.
Sitting out on the porch at my parent’s house, I have three weeks before I have to head back for my next semester. Bentley, is a friend of Travis’s but, him and I got along well. He called when he found out I was home, and asked if he could stop by. I only said yes out of curiosity. I wonder if he knows what’s going on. Maybe he’s the one who sent me the photos. None of the guys had reached out to me since I left Travis. I just figured he inherited all of our mutual friends. Aiden is coming over later for dinner. So I have to make it a quick chat with Bentley. With me being gone, things are sort of strained between me and Aiden. I want to make him feel like he has all of my attention while I can. Hopefully things with us will get better now that we can spend some time with each other.
“Hey Britt.” Bentley was always the one in Travis’ group that I couldn’t figure out why he was there. He never fit. His tall preppy mannerism were more suitable to be friends with Aiden, than Trav. In fact, looking at him walking towards me, his well-groomed blo
nde hair, pale blue eyes, and Abercrombie clothing he looks eerily similar to Aiden.
“How are you Bent?” I wrap my arms around him in a big hug. I do miss the guys. I haven’t seen them in so long. But, I enjoyed the times we did spend together.
“I quit the band. But, I hear Travis isn’t doing so well.” My thoughts immediately start racing. I had heard his mom was really sick, is he upset about that? Or is it the photos.
“What’s wrong with him?” Bent takes a deep breath and looks away. Maybe he’s about to mention the photos, or Stacey, or him using harder drugs.
“He’s worse. The partying, the drugs, they are worse than ever.” Sighing with relief, I’m glad he said it. “He was arrested for beating up Jeremy. You remember, that douche bag from high school who was always beating on his girlfriend? Well now Trav is with this Stacey chick that Jeremy tried hitting in front of him. She’s a bigger druggie than Travis ever was. She lost some good job and now she’s dragging him down with her. Bas said that she’s on tour with them, she’s constantly feeding him whatever drugs she can find. Living off of him, blowing his money.” Playing stupid, I just look at him with concern, afraid to speak just yet, as my voice will be wobbly.
“What does she look like? She’s from here?” I ask him, my voice quivering. He turns to look me in the eyes.
“Britt, you know her, she worked for your dad.” Stacey knew that I had been with Travis. Was she that bitter at me that she would do this? Date Travis and intentionally use him, drag him down with her? Is this personal, and that’s why I got the photos? She wants me to hurt, like she thinks I hurt her?
“So what do you want me to do about it?”
“Britt, you were always so good for him. You kept him out of trouble. Sort of, at least out of the kind of trouble he gets in now. Just, can you talk to him, get him to realize what’s going on? Since I quit the band, he really doesn’t want anything to do with me.” Seeing or talking to Travis is the last thing I want right now. Thinking of him already consumes so much of my time. I don’t think I have ever really gotten over him. But, I also don’t want to see him hurt or worse, dead. How would I even approach this? Does he know these photos exist?
“I’ll think about Bent. That’s a time in my life I really don’t want to go back to. I’m moving on. I have a new boyfriend, going to law school. My life is on track again. Things with my parents have never been better. I’m just not sure I can handle it. I will think about it though. Ok? It’s all I can promise to do.” Hearing a car door slam, I look up to see Aiden walking our way. I hadn’t even heard him pull up.
“Hey honey,” I say getting up to hug him. His icy blue eyes seem to look right through me. Taking in Bentley, his glare turns to me, and I take a step back. He doesn’t seem happy. Bentley stands, extending his arm.
“Hey man, I’m Bentley, you must be Aiden. It’s nice to meet you.” Aiden shakes his hand, then immediately pulls away, looping his arm over my shoulder possessively.
“Well Britt, I’m gonna head out. Thanks for listening. Don’t forget to say goodbye before you leave this time. Nice to finally meet you,” he directs at Aiden. Smiling at me, he waves back while heading to his car.
“Who the hell is that? I thought I got to be the first person to welcome you home?” Aiden inquires, not even trying to hide the jealousy in his voice.
“That’s Bentley honey. I’ve known him almost my whole life. He just wanted to catch up. I thought you would like him, you didn’t have to be rude.”
“Excuse me? Rude? I come to welcome my girlfriend home, and find her getting comfy with some strange man. I think I behaved well, considering.” His grip on my shoulders gets tighter.
“Ouch, Aiden, you’re hurting me,” I whimper, trying to pull away. Squeezing tighter yet, he holds me there for a moment before finally removing his arm, and walking into the house.
“Come on Britt, I’m hungry,” he calls out over his shoulder. Rubbing my hand over my shoulder, it still hurts. What has gotten into him?
Following Aiden into the kitchen, he’s already sitting at the island counter.
“Why don’t you make us some sandwiches and we can chat.” It wasn’t a question, more like it sounded as a command. Busying myself making our food, I try to not think too much into what’s going on. I’m sure he’s just hurt that he didn’t get to see me before anyone else did. I know he was so excited for me to finally be coming home. He’s visited me at school a few times, but it never feels long enough. Placing the food on the counter, I pull up the stool next to him. His eyes scan my outfit, a flowing white skirt that sits above my knees, until I sit down, tight pink tank top and sandals. It’s unusually warm for the season. Buffalo normally has stifling hot or blizzard. It’s not your typical four season city.
“Why don’t we go get you some new clothes? You must be putting on weight, because that tank top looks too tight,” he finally says.
“What did you just say to me?” I ask, my voice cracking with fury.
“You must be getting your freshman fifteen. Wanna go to the gym with me later? We can work out together. I don’t want my girlfriend getting fat just because she’s going to college.” My jaw hits the floor. Staring at him, as if I can’t trust my own ears.
What has gotten into him? I can’t believe he would say that to me. Who does that? Standing, I shove my plate away.
“You can leave now Aiden. I came home to relax and be around people I love. Not to be insulted. How dare you speak to me that way.”
“Listen, Britt, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just want you to keep looking hot, like the day we met. I’m just, in a funk I guess. I miss you so much it hurts. I hate being away from you for all this time.” His eyes look dead, as if his apology wasn’t meant.
“You know what Aiden? I’m exhausted. I haven’t even been home long enough to unpack and I really want a nap. Why don’t you just come back for dinner tonight like we planned? I want to get things done.”
“Sure, I guess. I mean, you had time for your friends, but not me. Want me to pick you up?”
“Aiden, don’t be like that. He called and wanted to visit. You said you couldn’t get here until later anyways. It’s not like it’s a big deal. I’ll be all yours tonight. Pick me up at dad’s office. I want to pop in for a bit to visit him, check on a few outstanding cases. Then we can just eat downtown.” Nodding, he stands from the stool so quick that it almost topples over.
“Yea, sure. Make sure you wear that blue dress I bought you. We’ll go down to the country club. I want to make sure you look nice in case we run into any of my dad’s friends.” With that he walks out of the kitchen, leaving me to stare after him, my jaw hitting the floor. I can’t believe him. I understand being in a bad mood, but why would he act like that? Heading up to my room, I lay down on my bed.
This whole day just seems unreal. First finding out that Stacey is with Travis and that she’s helping him self-destruct quicker than he already was. Those horrible photos, and Bentley asking me to help Trav. Now Aiden is acting like an ass. Sitting up, I stomp over to my closet. Pulling out the blue dress, it’s very Country Clubesque. The high neckline, and open back look sophisticated. It’s form fitting until you get to the waist, then flares out for an airy skirt. The shoes I have to match it are white heels, and a strand of pearls. Donning my ‘costume’ for Aiden, I head out to my father’s office. Maybe daddy can put a smile on my face, and remind me why I bothered coming home for my break. I’ll also have time on the drive there to figure out what I want to do, if anything, about Travis. I mean, he’s on tour. It’s not like I can just pop over to his house to talk. He doesn’t like cell phones, so I can’t just get a number and call him. Plus, I would most likely freak out if Stacey happened to be there. I can’t believe after all the time I thought we had been friends that she was going behind my back, dating my ex-boyfriend. That’s just not right. Girl friends don’t do that to each other. Although I guess when she lost her job, I lost her as a friend. I
only wanted her to get help.
Stewing over this the whole way down town, I arrive at the office before realizing it. My mind has been all over the place, I can’t even remember how I got here. Storming into the building, I jab the button on the elevator. So much for just a relaxing visit home. My stomach is doing flips. Aiden is behaving oddly, worry for Travis and betrayal from Stacey, it’s all eating at me. Putting on a fake smile when I get to daddy’s floor, I walk out of the elevator calmer than when I got in. The last thing I need is for my father to see me upset over Travis, or knowing the other issues. He and my mother both really like Aiden. I don’t want to do anything to sabotage that. Trying to salvage what’s left of my trip, I head to his office, attempting to look happy.
“Daddy!” He stands behind his desk, with his arms wide open. Walking into them, he envelopes me and I instantly feel better.
“Hey Princess. Have I told you lately how proud of you I am?” Nodding, I can’t help be cheer up around him.
“Well, what have you planned tonight? Your mother and I would love to take you to dinner.”
“Aiden wanted to take me to dinner. He’s actually meeting me here.”
“Ok, so I’ll get your mother out here and we can all go. I’ll get a table at The Steak House.”
“Sounds good daddy! Then I can see all of you.”
When Aiden arrives, he gives me an up and down glance.
“You should put your hair up, it will set the pearls off better.” Looking to my father, whose smile has fallen, he holds out his hand to shake. “Sir, how are you?”
“Very good son, happy to have my Princess home. Rose should be here soon, I got us a table at The Steak House.”
