by S. R. Watson
“So you’re pretty excited about seeing your friend, Brooke, huh? Didn’t you see her like a few days ago before you left?” I know Xander is teasing me.
“That is ages in girl time, smarty. Seriously though, she needed to come down to register for classes that start in a couple of weeks. She could have done it online, but she wanted take this time to tour the campus with me.”
“Is she a journalism major, too?” I’m not sure if he’s truly interested or just making conversation.
“Yes, but her focus is different from mine. She wants to report the news—boring,” I joke.
“What about Sasha?”
“Oh no. She attends UCLA and is an English major. Brooke and I both know she really just wants to meet some jock and get married so she can be taken care of. She is only attending college for her mother’s sake and to find a suitor that fits the bill.” Xander laughs at my description of Sasha, but it’s the truth. She is a snooty gold digger. I fill him in on how Brooke and I met when I first started at the community college, and how she refuses to let me be an introvert. We have been like two peas in a pod ever since.
“I like her already then,” Xander says. “I think you need to get out even more, so I’m glad she’s decided to come down. You guys should do something tonight. The guys and I are planning to grill this afternoon for your guests, but maybe you can find something to get into later. I’m not sure there will be much to do on a Tuesday, but you can see.”
“Maybe. I’ll check with the girls and find out what they want to do.” He knows I’m not much of a partier. Other than Brooke, I prefer my own company. She knows this too, so she doesn’t push. I have my suspicions that she would go out more; if I did, so I hope when we start at the university she doesn’t let me hold her back.
When the girls get to the car, I hug Brooke and half-heartedly do the same to Sasha. The half top has her girls runneth over and her jeans look painted on, they’re so tight. Stilettos complete her look. Yup…same old Sasha. She always dresses to impress or shall I say to snag a man. Brooke on the other hand, is outfitted in a simple sundress and sandals. I introduce them to Xander, and I notice that his gaze last a little longer on Sasha. I can’t deny that she is gorgeous. She has thick curly brunette hair and green eyes. Her olive skin tone is flawless, courtesy of her Mediterranean roots. Like I said, she is beautiful, but her attitude is shitty. I haven’t seen her in months so maybe she has matured some.
Brooke and I gossip and talk about our favorite television shows the whole way back to the lake house, like Xander isn’t in the truck. When we finally park, I’m guessing he is ready to be back with the guys. He announces our arrival when we walk into the house and heads back out to grab Sasha and Brooke’s luggage. The reactions are all the same. The guys are welcoming, but they zero in on Sasha like fresh meat. Diesel is the last to join us in the living room. He gives the girls a simple chin tilt and mumble hello, before taking a seat on the sofa and turning on the TV.
“I’ll start the grill,” Keyser announces. “Xander and I have already purchased some meat this morning, if someone wants to season it.”
“I’ll do it,” Gable volunteers.
“I’ll help,” Brooke tells Gable. Sasha walks over to the other sofa and sits across from Diesel. She crosses her legs and runs a hand through her hair. It is obvious to me who she has set her sights on. Figures. I join Keyser outside to see if I can help.
“Nice friends you have there,” Keyser says, making small talk as he works with the propane.
“Brooke is my best friend. Sasha is her cousin.”
“So you aren’t friends with Sasha?” He peers over at me.
“I’m not saying that. We’re not enemies. I just don’t know her that well,” I lie. Truth is I know her and her type too well.
“Yeah, well it looks like she isn’t wasting any time getting to know Diesel,” he chuckles. I look through the glass into the living room. Sasha is now sitting right next to Diesel and they’re talking. “He’ll probably hit that before morning.”
“Probably,” I agree. A lump forms in my throat at the thought. Damn it, why should I care? I don’t want him. Keyser and Brooke come outside with seasoned chicken, fish, and sausage. I’m happy for the distraction. Xander is right behind them with a cooler. Sasha and Diesel finally decide to join us outside on the deck. With a click of a remote, Xander starts some music. Jeremih’s Planes begins to play.
Heineken beers are passed around. The guys start to sing the lyrics and have a good time. Sasha sways her hips to the beat, and I swear every eye is glued to her ass, including Diesel. She always gets all the attention. She knows exactly what she is doing.
“Why don’t you ladies change into swimsuits, so we can take this party down to the lake,” Diesel suggests. I’m sure he is just anxious to see them half-naked, Sasha in particular. He knows that I’m not going to wear a swimsuit.
“Sounds like a great idea,” Sasha replies. She pulls on Brooke’s arm. Brooke looks over at me unsure. She knows that I won’t change as well.
“Go ahead. I’ll be here when you get back. Third floor, master bedroom to the right.” Xander adds that he already put both of their things in there for now.
“You’re not going go change?” Diesel winks at me and I roll my eyes. I don’t even entertain his question. I walk off, leaving him standing there and head down the stairs, leading to the chaise lounges by the lake. I down my beer in a few gulps. The guys disappeared to change into their board shorts, so it looks like I get to be the oddball in my usual dress of baggy jeans and t-shirt. Brooke and Sasha are the first to meet me by the lake. Brooke brought another beer for me. Sasha’s micro thong bikini doesn’t leave anything to the imagination. Talk about thirsty.
I look over at Brooke in exasperation and she mouths, “I know.”
Sasha waits until the guys all arrive to flaunt her assets. “Diesel, do you mind passing me another beer?”
“Sure, doll.” He smiles. He passes her the beer and flirtation between the two of them is blatantly obvious as he brush his fingers across hers. I want to puke.
“Lourdes, aren’t you hot with all those clothes on? It’s only going to get hotter, you know.” Sasha is trying to call me out in front of the guys. They all go quiet as to hear my response.
“It’s okay. I don’t need my tits and ass hanging out for attention. I’m fine, thanks,” I snap.
“Damn,” Keyser chuckles.
“No need to be jealous, Lourdes. I just asked a question. You could be fucking naked, for all I care.” I sit up straighter in my chair, ready to curse this bitch out. Brooke put a hand on my shoulder in a silent plea.
“Whoa,” Diesel interrupts. “Why don’t you come take a dip with me, Sasha?” He grabs her by the hand to pull her away and she doesn’t resist. That makes my blood boil even more. She hasn’t even been in the house an hour and he is taking her side. Fuck him and her. Just yesterday, he stayed clothed here with me in that very chair, so I wouldn’t be alone, and today he is acting as if I don’t matter. I can already see how the girls’ visit is going to play out and I hate it. As usual, it will be all about Sasha. Even worse, I have to watch her make a play for Diesel and him allow it.
Sasha is giving me all signs that she wants to fuck me. She sat across from me when she first arrived, waiting for me to make a move. She knows she’s hot. I’m sure men usually trip over themselves for her, but I don’t chase. I waited for her to come to me and as expected, she did. She lead with small talk, but her body language, and her constant excuses to touch me give her away. Lourdes is beside herself with jealous, but she will never admit it. She hates that someone else has my attention. The eye rolls and silent treatment all indicate that she doesn’t like Sasha or the time I’m spending with her. Sasha was out of line for calling Lourdes out on her decision not to change like everyone else. I’ve separated the two women so shit doesn’t escalate. We’re here in the lake for a swim, and Sasha has her legs wrapped around mine. My coc
k has a mind of its own and right now it wants to come out to play. Not now though. I grab her ass under the water and give it a squeeze. In response she rubs her pussy against my crotch. Just as I thought.
“So hard,” Sasha whispers.
“Your pussy is rubbing against my dick. What did you think would happen?”
“I think we should take this inside. You can go first and I’ll follow.”
“Meh. Maybe later, if I decide that is what I want.” One thing she will have to understand real quick is pussy is a dime a dozen. Just because you can make my dick hard, it doesn’t mean I will share. I’ll decide as the day progresses if she is worth my time.
“Okay,” she agrees. She doesn’t argue. Smart girl. Point in her favor. I rub my index finger across her slit before smacking her ass.
“Let’s get back to the group,” I tell her. When we get back on deck, Lourdes is even more distant. She refuses to look at me now. It seems she needs to understand as well—I don’t chase. Me being nice to her a few times, doesn’t give her the upper hand. If she wants to look down her nose at me, then I will give her a reason too. She just solidified her fate. I know that she is jealous and I’m going to push those buttons. I will be fucking Sasha tonight, and I will make sure she finds out. If she wants to keep pretending that she doesn’t want me; she can continue playing that game by herself. She can watch as other women get what she is too afraid to act on. Too bad for her. Maybe a good fucking would have brought down those walls she is so desperately trying to hide behind.
“Sure,” Sasha says, bringing me back to the present. As she walks up the stairs to the deck, I make sure I make it obvious that I’m looking at her ass.
As the day turns to evening, we all gather around the top deck around the fire pit. The air is a little cooler and I think we all have a buzz. We’ve enjoyed delicious food. I’ve fucked off my diet for today.
Sasha is now sitting on my lap, and it is no question to the group whose bed she will be in tonight. Lourdes has not spoken one word to me. She has been either quiet or talked to Brooke. As it gets later, Sasha requests to hear one of our songs. Before I can respond, Lourdes gets up and bids everyone a goodnight. She tells Brooke to stay and she will see her in the morning. I can see the concern etched in her friend’s face, but in the end, she stays put. I deny Sasha’s request and tell her she will have to just wait and come see our performance at the bar Friday. We only hang out for maybe another hour before we decide to call it a night. I grab Sasha by the hand and bring her upstairs to my room. It’s been a while since I’ve let my demons out to play, but tonight I will introduce them to Sasha. She wanted to fuck so she will get a chance to see what that entails. I don’t share these tendencies with my groupies. No, they only get a taste of what I’m capable of. Like I said, it’s been a while. Normally I curb my domineering appetite, but tonight I don’t have inclination to do so. I’m not a Dom in the formal sense of the term, but my taste for control can be extreme.
As soon as my door closes behind her, my alter ego emerges. “My room. My rules. I’m in a control,” I state as a warning. “Any objections to this, you should leave now.”
“No. I understand.”
“If at anytime you feel uncomfortable or don’t want something, simply say stop. I only warn that you be sure you want me to stop, because once that word is used, our time together ends. I’m not into persuasion or force.” I give her another chance to run the hell out of here, but she only smiles and nods her acceptance of my terms. “Take everything off—slowly.
I watch as she removes that scrap of material she calls a swimsuit, after she removes the sundress she had long put over it. Her immediate and complete submission already has me hard as a rock. Once she is naked, I tell her to kneel before me, and she does again without hesitation. I release my dick from my shorts and her eyes widen with anticipation. I rub the tip across her lips and tell her to open. She takes me to the back of her throat like a pro and works me with one of her hands. This is what I need. Tonight I will not think about Lourdes. Sasha is in for a night she will not soon forget. I rarely give it my all, but I don’t know how long it will be before I find someone else worthy—someone else who can handle what I’m about to unleash. I hope she is ready for a long night. She has willingly given me her submission, and for that, she will be rewarded with inconceivable pleasure. Tonight my darkness will prevail and my demons will play.
I awake to Brooke shaking me. I pull my phone of the nightstand and see that it is already almost nine.
“Get up, girl. It’s time to go register for classes.” She is already dressed. How is it that she went to bed after me and is up before me? I know first hand that the two hour time difference from California is tiring. Well, I had my shower last night so I only need a few minutes to fresh up. I throw on my usual attire and brush my hair back into a ponytail. This is progress for me because I used to hide behind my hair—the whole purpose I let it grow waist length.
Once were out the door, Brooke stops at the bedroom door next to ours and knocks—Diesel’s room.
“What are you doing?” I hiss.
“Sasha is not in her room. She never made it there, so I know she’s in here,” she says apologetically. “I have to let her know we’re leaving, in case she wants to tag along.” Brooke is aware of the ambivalence I feel toward Diesel. I know she hates that her whore of a cousin slept with him. It’s for the best actually. I don’t want to see Sasha gloat though so I’ll just wait for her downstairs. The door swings open, and Sasha stands there with a lazy smile of satisfaction and bedhead. She is wearing one of Diesel’s shirts. Being a glutton for punishment, I see him rise from the bed, covered only by a sheet, to see who is at the door.
“What do you girls want?” Sasha finally asks.
“We’re heading to the university. I wanted to know if you were staying or going?” Brooke asks frustrated.
“No. I think I’m up for another round with Diesel. That sounds much more exciting, if you know what I mean.” She looks back at him and then directly at me.
“Come on, Brooke. I’m hungry,” I say to brush off her direct jab. I keep telling myself I don’t care, so why does the ache in my heart from last night seem to be magnified. She says something to Sasha that I can’t hear before following me. Xander is letting me take the Escalade. It is about an hour drive to Tuscaloosa. Brooke spends the first part of the drive trying to apologize for her slutty cousin and trying to assess how I’m feeling, but I wave her off. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s not her fault. I have no claim to Diesel, so he can do what he wants. I’m not even supposed to like him. My heart tells me I do anyway, but fuck that traitor. It’s only because he was the first man to bypass the “fuck off” vibes that I put out and spend time with me anyway. The attention just caused a lapse in judgment, that is all. I’m confusing appreciation with feelings.
Brooke finally gives up and lets me have my way. She knows how stubborn I can be. We register for twelve credit hours and manage to get two of the four classes together. Score. We spend the rest of the day shopping and getting lunch. I even let Brooke talk me into buying a dress. I don’t know if I’ll ever wear it, but it felt empowering to step out of my comfort zone for a moment—knowing that I have strength to do so.
When we walk in, the guys are all sitting in the living room watching Family Guy. Surprisingly, Sasha is not sitting next to Diesel, but at the dinning table messing with her phone. We’re told that there is lasagna in the oven and invited to have a seat and a beer. I note that Diesel is not drinking. He looks at me, but I look away. Brooke takes a seat among the guys, after putting our bags away. I excuse myself to head back out and take a walk. I intended to stay close to the house, but the fresh air and deep thoughts take me further away than anticipated. As the sun begins to set lower in the sky and the hues of orange transitions to purples, I know I need to head back. I don’t want to be caught on this country road in the dark. I feel a few droplets of water hit my arms so I walk fast
er. Within minutes, the sky opens up to a full downpour. Shit. There is no need to run now; I’m getting drenched anyway.
The roar of a motorcycle engine sounds in the distance, as a single headlight blinds me. I put my hand over my forehead to get a better view, as I move closer to the side of the road to it pass. It comes to a screeching halt on the side of me, and I nearly jump out of my skin. The rider flips the visor of the helmet, and I’m staring in the eyes of Diesel.
“Get on,” he says.
“No thank you,” I reply, as I continue walking.
“God damn it, Lourdes. It’s pouring out here. Now is not the time to be stubborn.” He is agitated but I don’t give a shit. I don’t want anything from him.
“I’m not getting on that death machine with you. I rather be wet than dead. Why don’t you go ask Sasha if she wants a ride?” Oh, that does it. He’s fuming now. I don’t slow my pace, but I can hear him cursing to himself behind me.
“Stop with the jealous bullshit and just get the hell on, will you?”
“Jealous? You wish, asshole. You and that tramp deserve each other.” I start running to get away from him, but I misjudge the added weight of my baggy jeans from the rain and fall face forward. My hands break my fall, but I’m more than a little humiliated. Diesel is off the bike in an instant.
He kneels at my side. “Are you okay?”
“Just leave me alone, please.” I try to jerk away, but he pulls me into his embrace and I can’t over power him.
