Best Friends Forever (29 page)

Eight

Claire called me and told me she wanted to hang out. She said she wanted to tell me about what happened with Ryan last night. It seemed like a good distraction, so I asked her to meet me in the lounge.

“Hey! Where did you disappear to last night?” she asks as I sit at the table she’s selected. We’re far in a corner, and I realize she doesn’t want anyone to overhear us. Maybe something good happened to her.

“I just needed to get away from Nolan and Hazel, I mumble.

“Oh, I get that. So, Ryan and I talked last night,” she gushes.

“Oh? That’s exciting,” I say, trying to force some realistic enthusiasm.

She sighs. “He kissed me.”

I remain silent, waiting for more. She just looks out the window with stars in her eyes. “Is that it?”

She laughs. “I know, I’m so naïve! But Ryan is just so damn sweet, Destiny! I don’t want things to move too fast, though, and he respects that.”

The story sounds familiar. I don’t feel like warning her, though. I just want to ride my high in peace.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her brow furrowed together.

“Yeah, I’m great. I got my revenge on Nolan and Hazel, so what could possibly be wrong?” I ask, more sarcastic than serious, but Claire takes me seriously.

“You ruined a relationship last night. Maybe you’re feeling guilty?”

I glare at her. “I do not feel guilty about what happened.”

I look up to find Cheyanne and Lexi approaching our table. They both look excited, but I don’t know if they’re happy to see me or Claire.

“Girls, we did it!” Lexi shrieks. “I saw Hazel this morning in tears. She told me she hated me, of course, but it was so worth it. That girl got just what she deserves.”

“It was kind of epic to run into Nolan, too. He actually asked him to help him get Hazel back,” Cheyanne adds as the two sit at our table. “Is he crazy?”

I laugh with them, still feeling pretty good. “The whole thing rocked.”

“You disappeared last night,” Lexi says to me. “Find a good looking man to drown your sorrows in?” She winks.

“As a matter of fact, I did. And Lord, was it a good drowning,” I say with a smirk.

“Good girl. You’ve got to move on from that douche. What’s on the docket for tonight?” Cheyanne asks.

“Don’t you have to go home for the weekend?” I ask her.

“No, it’s Roman’s weekend. He left first thing this morning to go see Deacon and his parents. We’ve been having issues with his parents, but I guess everything is being worked out. Turns out they didn’t like the idea of Deacon coming to live here in Myrtle Beach with us. So they’re backing down. I do still want to get an apartment, though,” Cheyanne explains.

“I am so in. In fact, I kind of have a few places lined up for us to go take a look at,” Lexi says, her face turning red.

“Yes! Let’s go do it!” Cheyanne agrees. “You girls coming?”

“I’ve actually got to do some homework today,” Claire says.

“Oh no! Well, once we pick a place, you can come visit,” Lexi smiles at her.

“Sounds good. Talk to you all later.”

“What about you, Des?” Cheyanne asks me.

“Yeah, okay. I’m in. I just have to run back to my room first,” I tell them. I left my baggie in my nightstand and I definitely want another pill. Spending time with these girls is nice, but keeping a smile plastered on my face when my whole world is crumbling down around me is hard work. The pills help me out with that.

“Sure. We’ll meet you in the parking lot in ten?” Lexi suggests.

“Yeah,” I agree.

They walk off toward the parking lot and I book it for my room. Just as I round the corner in my hall, I see Derrick knocking on my door. I approach him slowly.

“Hey,” I say when he ignores me.

He looks surprised to see me. “Hey!” He recovers quickly and pulls me in for a hug and kiss. “I came by to see if you want to hang out today.” His eyes are bright and full of desire. I know exactly how he wants to spend the day.

“I would, but I just made plans with my friends,” I reply honestly.

“How much time do you have?” he asks, hopeful.

“Not enough,” I mutter. I unlock my door and the two of us slip in. I make the decision to please him now and he can owe me later.

I unzip his pants and he groans. “Fuck, girl. You’re phenomenal.”

Before I take him in my mouth, I grab my baggie out of the nightstand and pop one in my mouth. A small flask appears in front of me.

Derrick nods to me. “Combine the two, and it’s an amazing feeling.”

I take his word for it, swallowing several large gulps of what tastes like vodka, washing down the pill. When I hand the flask back to him, his hands go to the back of my head, pulling me forward so my mouth is on him.

He goes longer than I imagined he would, especially since we’ve done nothing but fuck for the last twelve hours. I’m impressed with his stamina. When he finally comes, I swallow it down, feeling lightheaded.

“You okay?” he asks after he tucks himself back into his jeans.

I feel amazing. “Yeah. Does it always feel like this?”

He pulls me up to stand in front of him. “It gets better and better, girl. This is only the beginning.”

I like the sound of that. Derrick cups my cheeks and pulls me in for a deep kiss. His tongue meshes with mine and I wonder if there’s ever been anything more sexual than this. He’s an amazing kisser.

He’s the first to pull away, though I can tell he wants to continue. “You’ve got to get to your friends,” he says with a groan.

“Yeah,” I agree, but neither of us moves apart from the other.

“Want me to leave this here?” he asks, holding up the flask.

“Don’t you need it?”

“Nah, I have a bunch. I’ll leave this for you. Once you get back from going out, though, come see me. We’ve got some business to finish,” he says, running his hand up my thigh and between my legs.

Even with jeans on, I feel tingly at his touch. I don’t want him to stop.

But Derrick has more restraint. He sets the flask down on my desk and then turns away, walking out of my room before I can pull him onto my bed and blow off my friends. I sigh as he closes the door.

Sitting on my bed, I almost forget about Cheyanne and Lexi, who are waiting for me. I jump up as I remember, lifting the flask to my lips. I take a few more sips and then adjust my shirt. I leave my room, ready to go hang out with my friends and feeling fantastic.

Nine

Apartment hunting isn’t what I thought it’d be. Instead of rinky-dink apartments on the edge of town, Lexi drives us to some amazing condos, right on the beach. I like them all, of course, but there’s no way I could afford any of these. I don’t want to be a downer, though, so I express my excitement instead.

“This one has three bedrooms and three baths. It’s actually kind of perfect,” Lexi explains as we take an elevator up to the twentieth floor. The all glass elevator allows us to see the beach. It’s gorgeous.

“I think I like it just because I would have my own bathroom,” Cheyanne says with a laugh.

“Me too,” I agree.

The elevator stops and we make our way to number 2011. Lexi pops the key into the lock and then we’re inside and the place is huge. It’s overwhelming, even.

With fourteen foot ceilings, the space feels even larger, but even if the ceilings were six feet, the place would feel spacious. We walk into a hallway with two doors, a bedroom on each side. The rooms are large and already furnished, which is convenient. A king bed takes center stage in each room. The bathrooms are identical, with walk-in glass showers. The marble countertop and gorgeous, high quality vanity sinks are perfect.

We continue into the condo, which opens to a large open kitchen with breakfast bar and stools. The living room is huge, with an L-shaped leather couch and two recliners. The place comes equipped with a television in each room, but the living room TV is gigantic, at least seventy inches. To the left, behind the couch, is a large dining area with a full table and eight chairs. The balcony off the living room is decent-sized. It has four deck chairs and two small side tables, plus plenty of room to walk around on it. The view of the beach is breathtaking, as well.

The master bedroom is to the right of the living room, and it’s larger than the two other bedrooms combined. It has it’s own balcony, complete with sliding glass door. A flatscreen TV hangs on the wall closest to the living room, and it’s almost as large as the one in the living room. The master bath has a big jetted tub, plus the same glass shower stall as the other bedrooms.

“This place is gorgeous,” Cheyanne whispers to me.

“Yeah, no arguments here,” I agree. The only thing that worries me is the price.

Lexi leads us to the dining room and has us sit down. “So what do you guys think?”

“I like this one best, Lexi. I’m just worried it’s out of my price range,” Cheyanne says.

“Yeah, me too,” I pipe up. I’m loathe to leave this place, but I know I can’t afford it.

“Okay, so I talked to my dad, and he’s agreed to buy this place and not charge any of us a penny. We would have to pay for the electric bill, cable, and internet. Split three ways, that’s less than a hundred dollars each,” Lexi announces.

I’m floored. I am not the type to take charity, but this place is so amazing. “Are you sure? It seems like your dad is making a huge investment.”

“He is. But he does stuff like this all the time. Plus, he doesn’t have a place in Myrtle, so once we’re all finished with college, he’ll have a vacation rental property, which he likes. So it’s good for everyone involved. Plus, I can sweet-talk him into just about anything.”

“I am so in,” Cheyanne says, nodding her head.

“Well, I’m in, obviously,” Lexi says.

They both look at me. “I guess I’m in, too.”

We all cheer and walk through the apartment again. It’s kind of exciting to have a place of my own. Or, our own.

“So, we just need to work out who gets the master suite,” Lexi says.

“You two can fight over it. I’ll be happy in the bedroom closest to the front door,” I tell them.

“Are you sure?” Cheyanne asks.

“Absolutely. It’s bigger than any room I’ve ever had and I’ll be able to sneak boys out,” I say with a wink.

They both laugh. Lexi looks at Cheyanne. “So how do you want to determine who gets which room?”

“We should draw straws,” Cheyanne suggests.

Lexi agrees and goes into the kitchen. She gets two straws and cuts one so it’s shorter. She hands both straws to me. “Short straw gets the smaller bedroom,” she announces.

I turn around and adjust the straws in my hand so they can’t see which one is which and then put both hands on the straws, covering up which one is short. I turn back to them and they both take a deep breath.

Cheyanne tells Lexi to go first. Lexi gives me a wink and then picks the straw on the left, pulling out the shorter one. Cheyanne grabs the longer straw in my hand and holds it up.

“I won!” she shrieks.

“Congrats,” I say.

Lexi looks a little down, but she quickly changes her demeanor. “Good job. So I get the other bedroom. Oh well. I get to soak in that damn tub once a week, though.”

“Of course,” Cheyanne agrees. “So where do we sign for this place?”

“I’ll call Dad and have him get the paperwork started. It might be two weeks or so before we can move in.”

“I am so excited. Can we see the rest of the property?” Cheyanne asks, obviously excited.

I’m excited, too, but I reign it in. I’ve learned the hard way in life that sometimes things don’t work out. So I’ll stay reserved about this place until we’re actually moving in.

In the meantime, though, I plan to get together with Derrick and ride him so often, he can’t walk straight. It’s going to be a great spring.

The 40 Year Old Virgin

Audric

One

I want to say no, to deny her, but she’s too sweet, too demanding, and too damn sexy for her own good for me to say no. Instead of pushing her away, I pull her closer, dragging my lips across hers for the millionth time. We’ve been waiting for this moment for a few months now, thoroughly satisfied with kisses and chaste touches.

The reality is, I’ve had blue balls for at least six weeks. Sure, I’m okay with waiting, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have needs. Sure, Cheyanne has given me an occasional blow job, but I’m more than ready to not be a virgin anymore. I want her to initiate it, though.

Which is exactly what she’s doing right now.

“Audric, I want you,” she moans as I trail kisses down her throat.

“Are you sure?” I ask, willing her to say yes, but prepared if she says no.

“Oh, yeah… I’m sure,” she whispers.

I don’t question her sudden change of heart, since it was two weeks ago at the beach party that she told me no, said she still wanted to wait. I continue my ministrations, desperate to make her want me as badly as I want her.

I’m no fool. I might not have had sex before, but I’ve done so much research. I want her to orgasm before I even get started, that way I don’t leave her hanging. We’re in her dorm room, her roommate having gone to work just an hour ago. So we’re alone, the door is locked, and there are zero chances of us being interrupted. I want to make this perfect for her.

She’s already taking off her shirt, flicking it off to the corner of the room. I can hardly keep up as she undoes the button of her jeans and slides them down, showing off her amazing body. She might be a redhead, but the girl is tan all over. She skin is a golden hue, the color making my mouth water.

“Your turn,” she says, coming toward me. She whips my shirt over my head and tosses it behind her. Then she’s on her knees, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them and my boxers down my ankles.

She grabs hold of me, covering me with her mouth and I moan, the feeling is incredible. She’s a talented cock-sucker, but I’m determined to make this good for her… in a minute. I never want her mouth to leave me.

Before I realize it, I’m about to cum and tell her so, trying to pull away, but she grabs my ass cheeks and holds me tight, my dick still in her mouth. I come in her mouth and she swallows it, something she’s never done before. Whatever it is that’s gotten into her, I’m not so sure I like it.

“Mmm… You taste amazing,” she declares, rising up to her feet and kissing me.

Even though I’m a little grossed out, I kiss her back, afraid she won’t want to continue if I show any reaction at all to her little display. My hands run up her back and into her long red hair.

“Pull my hair,” she instructs me.

I’m so confused, since this is the first time she’s ever acted so… wanton. And there’s no other word for it. She’s being ridiculous, but again, I’m afraid if I don’t do what she asks, I won’t be able to lose my damn V-card, so I pull her hair, lightly.

“Harder!” she yells.

My dick is already hardening again and I wonder if she’ll notice. I yank her hair, pulling her head back and then kiss her exposed throat. She pushes me back on to her bed and climbs up over me, positioning herself over my dick. She’s ready, if her wetness is any indication. She rubs herself on my dick for a minute and then leans over to grab a condom out of her night stand. Why does she have condoms if she’s not having sex? I wonder.

She rolls the condom on me, taking her time and even using her mouth. When she’s finished, she holds my dick while she lowers her body onto mine. When she’s fully seated, she moans, and rocks back on me. The sensation is electrifying and wonderful. She rides me like a woman out of control, as if she’s desperate to reach that pinnacle of pleasure and I buck my hips against her, unable to function normally or even think about whatever’s bothering her.

She thrusts against me a few more times and then whispers to me. “I’m going to come.” Thank God. I’m so close, but I want her to come, too, so I buck harder, willing her to come before I do.

When she groans and then goes completely limp, her head falling flat against my chest, I know she’s there and I let go with just a few more strokes. I drop my head to the bed, thankful I’m not a virgin anymore, but still in shock about Cheyanne’s attitude about the whole thing.