by JA Low
“I’m so jealous, that looks gorgeous.”
I turn the phone back so I can see her again. “It’s pretty nice. Wish you were here, I’ve been missing you,” I confess.
“Yeah, I miss you too. I’ll be home in a couple of weeks. But I bet you are not going to be lonely for long.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
“It’s not the same, Ness, no one compares to you.” The last five years I have had a crush on her, but we both agreed that we would just be friends, and honestly I’m kind of happy it’s turned out the way it has. I would have eventually fucked up and she would have ended up hating me, she would have changed jobs and looked after another band which meant I wouldn’t have her in my life. So I pass the time with groupies and easy lays because the woman I do want, I can’t have.
“Well, I’m sure you will still find something to entertain you until I get back.”
I always do. “I’ve bought Evan the best birthday presents ever.”
Vanessa groans.
“Hey, don’t be like that, he’s about to turn into an old fart.”
“Um, Chris hate to break it to you, you’re not as young as you used to be, you’re only a couple of years behind him.”
Ignoring her point, I continue, “Anyway I thought he should start his thirties with a bang so I bought him twins.”
Vanessa is quiet for a moment. “Twins?”
“Yeah, there are these porn star twins and you can hire them for private shows and stuff, so I did. They are his to play with for the weekend.”
She makes a gagging sound on the end of the phone. “Chris that is gross. Thank fuck I’m not there to witness this.”
“Yeah me too, I’m pretty sure you’re not going to like what I’ve got planned.”
“Don’t worry I’m sure Isla will fill me in.”
Of course she will. “Whatever, I’m going to get her drunk and hopefully she will just pass out and we can party without her telling on us,” I grumble. I love Isla but the fact that she rats us out to Vanessa whenever she can is annoying but I know she is just protecting us. We have done some stupid shit in the past and Ness has saved our asses because Isla has filled her in sooner rather than later.
“Go easy on her okay, she never gets a break from you guys. Go buy her a massage or something like that, help her relax. I’m sure watching your brother fuck a million groupies’ night after night will make anyone tense.”
Great idea, Isla needs to get laid. Oscar is like a Rottweiler around her. Any guy that shows any interest in Isla he looms over cracking his knuckles like some cave man. “Yeah, Ness, I think you’re right.”
“Of course I am. Your life is so much easier when you follow what I say.”
I chuckle because it’s the truth. “I better go, Ness, there’s drinking to be done.” I look at the boys hanging around the pool with more bikini clad staff.
“Yeah, yeah, okay, well have fun. Stay safe and…I miss you.”
Hearing those three little words I miss you makes my heart ache a little, fuck not a little, a hell of a lot.
“Miss you too, Ness.”
Then she’s gone and I feel it deep in the pit of my stomach. Shaking off my darkened mood I join the rest of the boys by the pool.
***
“Happy New Year,” Vanessa screams down the phone with her friends filling up the small screen. It’s early in the morning here after another huge night and I guess Ness is getting me back for waking her up early the other day. She looks drunk but happy as she parties on the beach with what looks to be a million other people.
“Happy New Year, guys,” I shout back, not sure why I’m shouting when it’s dead quiet here. Thankfully I’m alone in bed otherwise that would have been kind of embarrassing, a lot of women don’t like it when Vanessa calls me and if any of the women give her shit then they are out the door.
“Here’s Derrick, talk to him,” Vanessa says, shoving the phone toward some guy. Derrick, apparently is Sienna’s best friend and our soon to be new tour stylist.
“Hey, sexy.” Derrick smiles at me but his attention is pulled away, his eyes widen. “What the fuck are you girls doing?” he yells, making me sit straight up in my bed, I am now fully awake.
“Derrick, what’s going on?” I try to get his attention which is hard when you are sober and the other person is drunk. I can hear people screaming and having a good time. “Derrick,” I scream again trying to get his attention.
“Oh shit sorry, Christian, I forgot you were there. Um the girls have decided to do a nudie run into the ocean.”
My jaw drops to the ground, what the fuck? No! No one is supposed to see Vanessa naked, that’s not fair. “Derrick, turn the fucking screen around,” I yell, this seriously can’t be happening. He slowly turns it around and all I see is darkness. Finally, two shadowy figures come into view and I can make out their womanly physiques walking toward Derrick. When they come into the light, I am speechless. Fuck me; there she is naked as the day she was born with one arm crossed over her nipples and the other cupping her pussy. My dick is standing to attention; this is kind of like a wet dream I’ve had before.
“Vanessa, put some fucking clothes on!” I scream through the phone which makes her laugh. She drops her arms, I can see her fully naked body, her eyes locking on me as she slowly bends down and picks up her dress. Her lush tits on display for the whole fucking world to see. I’m not amused at all. Looking at her bare pussy glistening from her ocean dip, I can see the water running down her taut stomach over her mound and I want to chase it with my tongue. Not soon enough, her body is covered again and I can let out a steady breath.
“Happy New Year, Chris,” she says, blowing a kiss into the camera then she’s gone, leaving me with a fucking hard on the size of Mount Rushmore.
Months ago
Sienna and Derrick arrived from Australia yesterday and I couldn’t believe their ugly mugs were here. It was a life time ago that Sienna and I were single together and now I have my girl back; I couldn’t be happier. I am throwing them a welcome to LA party tonight; hopefully it will help them settle in here before we start touring. Fingers crossed Si will want to stay on and we can hang out again just like the old days. Sienna looks stunning tonight and I hate that I have to walk out on her but stupidly I am on my way to pick up Nick, my cougar bait, as Christian calls him.
Yes, he is a lot younger than I am but seriously the boy is hot as fuck. His body is nothing but muscle and his dick is the size of my damn forearm. It sucks that he has no idea how to use it. Maybe men with big dicks don’t have to try compared to normal guys, it’s a shame really. I am trying to subtly train him so that I can get some benefit from his stamina. I am currently driving to his house because he is over an hour late to the party and last I heard he was going to take a nap after catching the red eye from New York where he had a photo shoot. Nick is an indie actor just starting to make the big time. He will start filming on a new TV show soon which has an incredible buzz around it with some really well established actors as part of the team. I pull up to his Hollywood Hills home that he shares with a motley crew of actors in various stages of their careers. It’s one big frat party most of the time. Jumping out of my car I walk along the crushed stone path. They always forget to lock the front door so I turn the knob, it opens and I walk into a quiet house, the only sound is the click clacking of my heels across the tiled floor. Where is everyone? There are usually a couple guys playing video games? Or working out in the gym they have set up on the back deck. Where is he? Maybe he’s still asleep? I make my way toward his room as I notice his jeans at the bottom of the stairs, then his shirt, then his boxer shorts. Messy fucker. Then my eyes notice along with it is a black dress and black lace panties. My heart begins to race. You little fucker! Tension runs through my body as I reach the top of the stairs. That’s when I hear the sounds, porn star moaning, coming from the bedroom. Pushing the door open I find my ‘kind of boyfriend’ balls deep in his new co-star. She is riding him like a cow
girl, putting on an Oscar worthy performance in the fake orgasm category, one I am very familiar with.
“Shit, Ness,” Nick screams, seeing me standing in the doorway. I should be pissed, I should be upset but I’m not and that is the upsetting part of it all. How the hell have I become the girl that isn’t crying over her pseudo boyfriend fucking someone else?
“That’s quite a performance you are putting on, sweetheart. I now understand how you won an Emmy.” I turn on my heel and walk back out the door.
“Ness, wait. Babe I’m sorry it sort of just happened…we were practicing lines and…”
Turning in the middle of the glass staircase to look at him, I had to question how smart he was, seriously was he saying that he was practicing lines and then his penis just accidentally fell into her?
“Nick, save it. It is what it is. Good luck.” I continued my descent.
“Ness, shit I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Can we, you know still catch up?”
The nerve of that fucker. I flip him the bird as I slam his front door. Jumping into my car the false bravado I had been holding onto crumbles as I burst into tears, banging my head against the steering wheel. Seriously how the hell could I have been so fucking stupid? Pulling into my driveway moments later I stay in my car trying to collect myself before I enter the party. Eventually I get out of the car, I straighten up my shoulders, push my head back holding it up high and walk through the front doors of my home. But the one person I wasn’t expecting to see straight away is Christian.
“Hey, Ness. Where’s cougar bait?” his hazel eyes look around me.
This man knows me so well, there is going to be no way I can hide how I am feeling. “He was busy with his co-star apparently practicing lines,” I say with a steely tone, mimicking air quotes around the practicing lines bit of that sentence.
Christian understands what I mean. “That little fucker, I am going to kill him.” He balls his fists at his side.
Grabbing his fist and holding it in my hand, I sooth him, “He’s not worth it.” I give him a weak smile.
“Yeah but you are, Ness, you are too good for that little fuck.”
I smile. I love how he always has my back. A tear trickles down my cheek. No, fuck no, he doesn’t deserve my tears.
Christian pulls me into his arms, his hard chest pushes against my breasts, his strong arms holding me in place. I feel safe wrapped around him and finally sag against him and start to cry.
“What the hell is wrong with me, Christian? Why am I never good enough for anyone?”
Christian ignores my question but continues to hold me tight.
“He was crap in bed. I could totally tell she was faking it when I caught them.”
This makes him laugh. Pulling my face away from his chest where I had it buried, I look up at him. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had good sex, Chris?”
I feel his body tense, those whiskey colored eyes dilute as he looks at me.
“Months, if not years. Thank God for fucking vibrators keeping me satisfied. Fuck, maybe I need to buy one of those fake male sex doll things, at least that would be better than wasting my time on fucking duds. Can you buy me one for Christmas?”
Christian is still quiet holding me tight.
“No, fuck it. I need to hire a gigolo, at least they know what they are doing.”
Before I know it I am traveling backward, my back hitting the white walls of the hallway and Christian’s lips are on mine. My best friend is kissing me and it feels so fucking good. Fuck! My brain is a bundle of fuzz; his kisses are short-circuiting my mind.
“Fuck, Ness, there is no way in hell you are going to a fucking gigolo when I am just a couple of feet away.” Our foreheads press together, his breath labored after our kiss.
“But…” My words are silenced by another kiss.
“No, Ness, I am your best friend, I can help.”
Huh, what is he saying? He can help?
“I’m your best friend and friends look after friends, no matter what.”
He kisses me again. I’ve missed feeling his heaviness against me. I’ve missed his strength; the way my body burns with desire when he touches me. Those skillful lips tasting me, teasing me, enticing me. I can feel his excitement pushing against me and I want more, more of him, more of this.
Christian grabs my wrist pulling me along the hallway, past the front door I had just entered and toward the bedroom wing of our home. I look around making sure no one we know sees what we are doing. The house is empty as most of the party goers are out the back hanging around the pool. Christian pushes his bedroom door open, then slams it behind us, making me jump. He turns to look at me, his eyes are wild with desire.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands in a low, stern voice, which sends shivers over my body.
“Chris, um…” I hesitate even though I am totally turned on right now.
Christian stalks closer to me, I tentatively take a step back from him.
“That was the wrong answer, Ness.” Tilting his head to the side he pauses for a moment giving me an appreciative look, my skin flushes with goosebumps from his penetrating stare. He surprises me by grabbing my waist and turning me around in his arms, pulling me flush against his aroused state.
“Christian,” I squeal.
“Shh, angel,” he whispers into my ear. One of his strong arms snakes around my waist as he starts to unzip my dress.
“Chris.” Not sure if I am pleading or wanting him to stop as the cool air hits my fevered skin.
“When I ask you to do something in my bedroom, V, I expect you do it.” Warm breath tickles my ear. Shit that is hot, Christian going all alpha on me. My body shivers with desire and anticipation. His fingers run down my bare back following the zip. I bite my bottom lip, suppressing a moan.
“Ness, am I making you ache?” Warm lips touch my neck.
“Hmm,” I mumble incoherently as my body is in on the edge of utter frustration and desire. The straps of my dress fall slowly from my shoulders and pools at my feet. I am standing in nothing but my lacy underwear.
“Nice, very nice, V,” he whispers, liking the white lingerie set I have on. Calloused hands skim over my exposed skin as he traces every dip and curve of my body.
“Don’t move,” he commands.
I am so turned on that I automatically obey. All thoughts of this being wrong have totally evaporated from my mind, all I feel is molten, white heat all over my body. His body heat disappears from my back and I follow his movements as he walks slowly around me, viewing me like some precious art work. He disappears again behind me and I dare not move, soft kisses move down my spine and the ache he is creating between my legs is growing the further he moves down my body.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Ness,” Christian murmurs against my skin. He has moved further down from my spine, feather light kisses rain over the back of my hips and further down to my ass. Ever so gently he sinks his teeth into the juicy flesh of my ass cheek. I let out a groan which makes him laugh.
“Turn around,” he demands.
I do so and find him on his knees in front of me, his hazel eyes shimmering with desire. It’s intense and I move to cover myself feeling slightly exposed.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Ness,” he commands while grabbing my arms from covering myself. “Let me see you.”
Biting my lip, I nod.
“Unhook your bra, let me see those magnificent tits, I’ve missed them,” he asks, sitting back on his heels. I hesitate for the slightest of moments but I catch his heated stare and instantly drop my bra, throwing it to the side. He gives me an appreciative smile for a long moment just taking in the view. His eyes roam over my body, my dusty pink nipples are standing to attention pointing directly at him.
“You want more, don’t you?” he questions me.
Of course I do and nod in agreement.
He chuckles. “Take a couple of steps backward.”
I take a deep breath and d
o as I am told, my legs hit the edge of his bed, stopping me.
“Sit down, Ness.”
I do so and feel the softness of his bed. He crawls over toward me on his knees. “Open your legs.” His hands touch my knees, making me automatically open them for him. He gives me a wicked smile. “Good girl.” He shuffles between them. Leaning forward he blows across my sensitive nipples, his mouth capturing the nipple he has been teasing, my back arches as his tongue swirls around the puckered skin. My hands fist his hair as he plays with my breasts.
“V, I have dreamed of sucking your tits for so long.”
“I’ve wanted your lips on them for just as long as well,” I confess.
“Why have we been wasting time then?” he questions me as his calloused palms massage my heavy breasts.
I let out a strangled moan as a hand squeezes and twists my sensitive nipples. “I need you, I don’t care about whatever rules we are breaking tonight.” I can’t believe I am pleading for my best friend to fuck me. See, this is what happens when you put up with bad sex for so long you lose your goddamn mind.
“Thank fuck, V,” he murmurs against my chest. I watch as he quickly throws off his shirt, then tosses his shoes and socks to the side.
“Wait,” I say as he touches his belt, his chest is heaving with desire, a look of frustration across his face.
“Let me,” I purr. He gives me a wicked smile. With shaky hands, I start to unbuckle his belt, one by one I pop the buttons of his jeans. Shit! Christian’s gone commando, his thick cock bounces free of its restrictive cover, he is fully aroused, I can tell by the glistening head in front of me. Moving forward I lick the pre-come off his slit.
“V,” Christian moans, his hands automatically finding my head.
Looking up at him as I take him in my mouth our eyes lock on each other. I can feel his heart beat pounding through his body, matching mine. I take him further down my throat as I hollow my cheeks. Christian’s head rolls back and a deep guttural moan falls from his lips. I do it again, loving the way he is responding to me.
