Bestie

by Bella Jewel

  “That sucks.”

  “What about you? Heard from Dickface?”

  “Eh,” I say. “He’s called a few times, but I don’t answer.”

  “You should answer, see what the idiot has to say.”

  “No,” I mumble. “Not worth it.”

  “True. Anyway, I have to get back to it. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

  I smile. “Okay.”

  “See ya.”

  I hang up and put the phone down. A text comes through only a few minutes later, and I giggle at what’s on the screen. It’s a sex swing.

  R – Do you have one of these?

  I flush.

  M – I used to.

  R – Nice. Which one?

  M – Um. There are different types?

  R – Yep. I googled them. There is a really good one. I hope you don’t have the crappy one. I’ll judge you heavily on the kind of swing you have.

  M – Oh my god. Spooser. Get back to work.

  He sends me a picture of himself, holding up the rude finger. I giggle and flick him one back.

  R – Oh my god, you’re beautiful.

  My chest swells and my cheeks get pink. The way he says that. It feels nice.

  M – Aw. Thanks. You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.

  R – Send me another picture.

  M – For your stalker collection?

  R – Yes.

  I laugh and flick him some other pictures I have on my phone. It doesn’t feel strange to send these kinds of things to Roman. He just doesn’t make anything weird.

  R – You’re naturally pretty. Not many girls can say that. You don’t have to do anything to look beautiful.

  M – You’re a charmer, aren’t you?

  R – Why is it working?

  I grin.

  M – If I told you I’d have to kill you.

  I put my phone away with a laugh and continue getting ready for work. Then I head out for my shift. It’s long and leads me into the early evening. By the time I get home, I’m exhausted, so the last thing I want is to see Michael standing on my front steps, flowers in his hands. I exhale, shoulders dropping, and walk towards him.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask, crossing my arms, trying to keep him from entering my space.

  “I haven’t heard from you,” he says, scanning my face.

  “You’re not going to, either. I told you that, Michael. We’re over.”

  “If I truly believed that, I wouldn’t be here, holding these.” He thrusts flowers at me, but I don’t uncross my arms and take them.

  “Please leave.”

  “Come on, Molly, can we talk? Please?”

  “There’s nothing to talk about,” I say, keeping my voice monotone. “I’ve said everything I have to say.”

  “No, you’re angry at me and so you’ve shut down. I understand, but I love you, Molly. I want to fix this.”

  I shake my head, looking at him sadly, horrified I ever spent a single second longer loving him than I should have.

  “If you wanted to fix it, you would have tried harder. You would have fought. You wouldn’t have made me feel pathetic, but you did, you made me feel all of those things and you broke my heart. I had to go through that on my own. And I did. Without you. Now, I’m moving on.”

  “What’s that mean? Moving on? Are you seeing someone else?”

  I look away, not because I am seeing someone else, because I’m not, but because a part of me doesn’t want him to know about Roman. I don’t want him to tarnish that. It’s good. It’s real. It’s mine. He doesn’t deserve to know about it.

  “You are,” he says, taking my glance away as indication that I’ve moved on. “I can’t believe it. After everything I’ve done for you. After everything we’ve been through. You selfish ....”

  That’s it.

  I spin around and throw my hands in the air, then I lose it. I just lose it.

  “Who the hell do you think you are? I gave you months of my life, months! I loved you. I spent hours helping you. I gave you the best pieces of myself. I did it all because you mattered, yet when push came to shove, you’re the one who pulled away. You walked out without even a fight, you broke my fucking heart and you didn’t look back. You didn’t give me one good fucking thing, so you know what, if I’ve moved on, it’s because I deserve better. It’s because you don’t deserve a single second more of my attention and respect.”

  He opens his mouth, then closes it again.

  “Get away from my house before I call my father, who will make sure you don’t come back.”

  His eyes widen, and he nods, turning and rushing down the front path.

  Jerk.

  God damn him.

  Angry tears burn under my eyelids, and I turn, storming inside. Hurt explodes in my chest, and I toss my purse across the room. How dare he? How dare he think that he can treat me like that, after everything we went through, then he has the nerve to come in here and act like he cares. He doesn’t care. The only person Michael has ever cared about is himself.

  I pull out my phone and slide down onto the floor, pressing my back against the wall.

  M – Michael came by again.

  R – Oh fuck. What happened?? You okay??

  M – I don’t know. I think so. I’m so angry. After everything he did, he honestly thought he had another chance.

  R – Does he?

  M – No. He doesn’t. I don’t care if he thinks he loves me, I’m tired of wasting my time on people that don’t give a crap. I want to move on. I told him to leave me alone.

  R – You think he will??

  M – I hope so, it’s getting old  Anyway, how are you?

  R – I’m okay. Just got back to my room. I’ll call you.

  I clutch the phone in my hand, waiting for his call. When it comes, I answer it quickly.

  “That was fast.” He laughs, sounding tired.

  “You sound like crap.”

  “Long day. How are you, spoosie?”

  I sigh. “Feel like shit after that conversation, but I’m glad he seems to have finally taken a hint. I just want to move on, you know?”

  “Yeah. I hear you. How was work?”

  “It was long. I’m thinking of taking up a new profession. How do you think I’d go being a prostitute?”

  He laughs. “You talk way too much, they’d be out of there before they were even half way through.”

  I laugh, feeling better instantly. “What about a sex line operator?”

  “Good job, but again, you talk too much. Some poor guy would be jerking off and asking you to talk dirty, and you’d just be telling him about the time you dribbled syrup on your shirt.”

  I burst out laughing. Trust Roman to always make me feel better about things.

  “Thanks for making me laugh, Bestie.”

  “That’s what I’m for.”

  “You excited to come home tomorrow?” I tease. “You miss me?”

  “Yeah, I miss you,” he says.

  My heart swells. “Really?”

  “Of course.”

  His voice goes soft when he says that, and something stirs in my chest again. A feeling that’s beginning to scare me. Neither of us are in a position to get feelings for each other, so doing it will only cause problems, but it seems we’re not getting much of a choice.

  Take it easy, Molly.

  Just take it easy.

  “Aw, anyone would think you like me,” I say.

  “Yeah, you go all right.”

  I laugh softly. “What are your plans when you get home?”

  “Drink beer.”

  I roll my eyes. “Typical.”

  He chuckles. “I get in at lunchtime, but come over and see me tomorrow afternoon. Have a beer.”

  I smile. “Okay.”

  “Okay, beautiful. I’m going to go. Have a good night, okay?”

  I smile.

  A real smile.

  “Okay. Goodnight.”

  Just like that, he fixes all
the hurt and makes it feel better.

  Just. Like. That.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  “Hey,” I smile, walking into Roman’s backyard with some beer in my hand.

  He looks up from what he’s doing, and he smiles. Gosh, I really did miss him. “Hey,” he says, eyes dropping to my top. “Nice top.”

  “Thanks.”

  I sit down and he slides me a beer as I put mine in the fridge. “How you doing?”

  I crack the beer and lean back in the chair. “Good. How are you?”

  “Glad to be home.”

  “Want to hear a really funny, really embarrassing story?” I say, taking a sip of my beer.

  His eyes light up. “Um, fuck yeah!”

  “Okay, don’t laugh,” I say, then roll my eyes because he’s totally going to laugh. “But this morning I had a bed frame delivered. Mine broke, so I needed a new one. Anyway, the men delivering it, put it together for me. So, all my sex toys are in a drawer by the bed, and they moved the drawers so they could get easier access to assemble the bed and ... Roman, stop laughing.”

  He’s already chuckling, like he knows where this story is going.

  “Go on.” He grins. “Tell me the rest, hobag.”

  “Oh, my god, you’re lucky you’re not close enough to smack,” I say, then continue. “Anyway, so when they moved the drawer, one of the toys must have moved and turned itself on. The next thing I know, my drawer is vibrating. Everyone just went silent. We all looked at each other. And they knew. They. Knew.”

  Through his panting and laughing, Roman asks, “What did you do?”

  “I ran over and slammed my hand on the table, so hard. It stopped it, but it was too late. I rushed out of there so fast. It was terrible.”

  Roman laughs harder.

  “Shut up, tosser,” I giggle.

  “That’s the best fucking story I’ve ever heard.”

  “If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.”

  He grins. “I won’t tell a soul. Slut.”

  I thump him, and he laughs harder.

  “You’re lucky we’re friends, or you’d be dead in a ditch right now,” I threaten, drinking some more beer.

  “Lucky for you. I’m awesome, with or without you.”

  I roll my eyes.

  He grins at me.

  I’m so glad he’s home.

  “So ...” he says. “What toys have you got?”

  I squirm, and look away, flushing. Dammit. I never blush. I drink more beer then look back at him. “I have this really cool one, called the womaniser.”

  His brows go up. “Details.”

  “Well,” I say, crossing my legs as something flares between them, “it gets you there in, like, thirty seconds.”

  He snorts. “Whatever. What is it? A giant dick?”

  I scrunch my nose up. “Do you know nothing about women?”

  He winks.

  “No, actually, it’s kind of like ... it sucks your clit into the end of it, and that’s it, but it’s ... ah-maz-ing.”

  “That’s it? It sucks your clit? Any man can do that for you.”

  “Not with this force he can’t.”

  He grunts.

  I smirk. “Jealous?”

  “Of a toy, hardly. So, how many times a day do you use this womaniser?”

  “If I’m deprived, which I currently am, then probably twice, on average.”

  “Hobag.” He grins, but there is something in his eyes.

  Oh.

  Oh, God.

  Fuck me eyes.

  I’m taken by surprise. I mean, I’ve thought about fucking him for sure, because, hell, he’s great looking and I adore him, I just didn’t realise he was thinking the same thing. I mean, we’re both not ready for anything serious, could we just have a bit of fun? Would friends with benefits work for us?

  I drop my head down, staring at my beer as I think. My hair falls down either side of my face, and a second later, I feel his fingers gently stroke through it as he moves it out of the way and tucks it behind my ear. I shiver and look up at him. Those eyes. That face. The way he smells. My sex drive is in overdrive just thinking about what it would be like with him.

  What would it hurt?

  He leans forward and neither of us do anything to stop it, or pull back. His lips find mine, and he tastes as good as he smells. The kiss is soft. It lingers just a little. Then he pulls back.

  “Are we doing this?” I ask, meeting his eyes.

  “I’ll be honest, after the break up, I’m not ready for anything serious just yet, but I like you. I don’t want to use you, but I can’t promise anything more than this right now.”

  “I’m not ready for anything serious, either, so I’m okay with that.”

  And that’s the truth. I know a lot of girls say that and don’t mean it, but the fact of the matter is, I’m enjoying not having the drama of a relationship. I could see myself with someone like Roman down the track, but for right now, I’m happy for us both to just ... get it out.

  “I want it.”

  He stands and takes my hand. I expect him to lead me inside, but he leads me out into the yard and towards the shed.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.”

  He opens the shed and I see a gorgeous old red car. I smile. God. Yes. I’ve always wanted to to know what it would like to lay in the back of an old car, smelling the leather, feeling my skin press against it as a man fucked me.

  God. I’m depraved.

  “The car?” I breathe.

  “The car.”

  “Yes.”

  He opens the door and murmurs, “In.”

  I climb in, and he slips in beside me, sitting next to me.

  “So, this is kind of weird, right?” I say.

  He doesn’t answer, he turns towards me, grabs my face, and kisses me. This kiss is deeper than the last, our tongues touch, our mouths collide, and fuck he tastes good. I reach up and tangle my fingers into his hair, it’s thick and God, I love pushing my fingers through it. Our kisses become more frantic, and it isn’t at all what I thought it would be.

  It’s so much better.

  His hands slide up under my shirt and find my bra. He jerks it up and his fingers find my nipple. I gasp. God, that feels good. So good. His fingers are long, soft, fucking amazing. I squirm and shuffle out of my jeans, tossing them somewhere on the floor. His free hand drops down between my legs, and slips beneath my panties.

  Oh. Fuck. Yes.

  “You’re wet,” he murmurs against my lips.

  “I can’t help it,” I gasp as he slides one finger inside me.

  Fuck.

  He thrusts, and my hands frantically go towards his jeans, unzipping them. I reach inside and find his cock. It’s hard. It’s beautiful. It’s thick. Yep. This will be pretty incredible. I stroke a few times, he thrusts his fingers into me, and our gasps and moans fill the small space we’re in. I love the sound. I love how the windows are slowly fogging up from our breaths, from our heat.

  Roman pulls back and takes hold of me, repositioning me so that he can lay back. I half fall on top of him, his cock still in my hand. “Are you expecting something?” I say, stroking a few times.

  “Yeah. You going to suck that or not?”

  I grin at him. Only Roman.

  Then I do as he asks—I lower down and touch my lips to the head of his cock. I part them and slip it into my mouth. My entire body comes to life as I slide down, taking him in, then coming back up. I create a rhythm and he makes a sexy sound in his throat, maybe a moan, maybe a grunt, either way, it’s hot. His fingers go down and tangle in my hair. Fuck, I love that. One hand slides to my cheek and he strokes a few times before tangling it back into my hair.

  I’m turned on.

  So incredibly turned on.

  “Are we going to fuck?” I breathe, lifting up and looking at him.

  He moves quickly, flipping me so my back hits the seat and he comes down over top of me. I shiver as I look up at him. I c
an’t see much, just the shadows of his face, but it’s a gorgeous face, even with only the faintest light touching it. I reach up and stroke my fingers over his stubble, then I bring him down for another kiss as he takes his cock, pressing it right where I need it.

  Then he thrusts.

  I arch. He groans.

  Fuck, that feels good.

  I put my foot up, pressing it to the front seat of the car, pressing just slightly so my hips will tilt up. And then it hits. Right there. I’ve never orgasmed before, I’ve come close, but it just never seems to touch the right place. But whatever he’s doing ... it’s touching it. I gasp and hang onto his bicep, moaning as he keeps rubbing over that spot.

  “I’m going to come,” I whimper, slapping my hand down onto the leather seat. “Oh, fuck.”

  He thrusts harder, deeper, and it happens. I arch up, pleasure explodes inside me, and I come. I come like I’ve never come before. It takes me a few moments to come down from the incredible high. My body trembles, my skin prickles and everything feels alive. Roman pulls back, sliding out of me so he can press his back against the seat. He pulls me onto his lap, and I happily go.

  “You didn’t ...” I say.

  “Soon,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine again.

  I kiss him, deep and then soft. Intense, and then in small pecks. I reach up, tangling my hands in his hair and tugging his head back just slightly. “You have amazing hair.” I sigh, loving how it feels. “So thick.”

  “I’ve got Maltese in me,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling his head out of my hands so he can press his face into my neck.

  I let him do that, just for a moment, and then our lips find each other again. We kiss. God. Kissing him is incredible. I shift, just slightly, and I can feel his erection between my legs. I raise up, and his cock slides right where we both need it. Then slowly, I lower down. I gasp as he fills me. It feels incredible.

  “Fuck,” he mumbles, reaching down and grabbing my ass.

  Then I start grinding against him, slow at first, and then faster as we both feel the intensity building. God. It feels incredible. I feel another orgasm building inside me, and I clutch his arms, dropping my head into the nook of his shoulder and keeping the rhythm. It feels so good. So fucking good.

  I gasp as another orgasm rips through me, this one stronger than the last. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Roman squeezes my ass and jerks his hips upwards, and the soft breath he releases near my ear makes me shiver and clench around him. Our release almost perfectly timed. And equally as amazing.