by Bella Emy
I step out into the snow-covered ground, and there’s close to a foot on the pavement now. There’s not many people around, but that’s expected with this crazy winter weather. A few kids probably around the age of eight or nine are building a snowman. A handful of Lauren and Derek’s neighbors are shoveling the sidewalks. Thankfully, plow trucks have started passing by, cleaning the streets.
I finally reach my car, and once I’ve cleaned all the snow off of it, I get behind the wheel. I’m about to pull out of my parking space and head back home to my mother’s house, but of course, my car won’t start.
“Fuck!” I roar. “Just what I needed.” It’s just my fucking luck that this damn piece of shit isn’t going to start. It’s not an old car, but why in the world would I have any type of good luck right about now?
7
Derek
“Big D! Big D! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cu-um!” Charlotte screams as I finish pumping inside of her. I feel her explode around my cock, causing me to finally erupt as well.
Damn, she had taken long enough. I wanted to come this hard since the moment I had seen Ellie naked. Jerking off in the shower just hadn’t done it.
I had wasted no time stripping Charlotte out of her jeans and tank top as soon as she opened the front door. I hadn’t come here to converse. I had come here because I was on a mission. I arrived at her apartment almost an hour after I was supposed to thanks to this fucking blizzard we’ve been having. It didn’t fucking matter to me, though. It wasn’t going to stop me from getting some pussy. After seeing Ellie naked, I needed to get some, no matter who it was. I haven’t been able to get her image out of my mind.
And yeah, I fucking remember Charlotte’s name now because, well, she had kept saying, “Who’s pussy are you gonna screw?”
I wanted to scream Ellie’s name, but I figured that might not go down so well with Charlotte…
“Oh, my God, Derek! You are amazing!” Charlotte purrs as I slide my dick out of her. She rolls over to her side, facing me, and the Kool-Aid smile on her face is priceless.
“Did you come, baby?” she asks, looking at me through her baby blue eyes. I’m not going to lie and say she’s not something nice to look at. Her long blonde hair and gorgeous smile would make any guy drop to his knees to tongue her clit. But she’s not Ellie.
“I sure did,” I fake a smile at her.
“Good, I was thinking, since this is crappy weather, what would be better than snuggling on the couch watching some TV while we have some frozen pizza? I haven’t been able to get to the store in weeks…”
Lazy bitch. Why couldn’t she get to the store? What is her excuse? It’s not like she works a full-time job. Charlotte goes to school part-time. Her apartment and bills get paid for by her father, owner of the bank in town. She has no idea what it’s like to lift a finger or struggle. But whatever. She’s been a nice piece of ass when I needed it.
“Okay,” I agree, not really having any other plans.
She giggles her annoying laugh, and I want to scream. “Good, but first, let’s cuddle.” She nudges her head in the crook of my neck, but all I want is my space. I’m itching to get her off of me. She wants to cuddle? What the fuck. I never like to cuddle after sex. Fuck, man. I’d rather cuddle my own dick in my hand for the rest of my life than to lie here and cuddle with her. The D Man doesn’t cuddle. Ever.
“Actually, I’m starving. Think we can eat first?” I ask, jumping up, letting her head hit the pillow.
She gasps at how quickly I move, but says, “Sure.”
Her naked ass gets up, and I see her move about the room. I’m still naked, too, so I grab my boxers and put them on. Then I grab my shirt from the floor and throw it on over my head. Without me even noticing, she grabs my cock while I’m not looking. I flinch but meet her gaze. She bites her lower lip and gives me a seductive grin, saying, “Later.” She winks at me.
I shiver at the thought of getting some again and see her throwing on a white, silk robe. As hot as she is, she’s a spoiled rich bitch, and I can’t see myself hanging around here much longer. It’s not like she’s worked her way up. She’s living off of Daddy’s money. Whatever, that’s fine, and I’m no one to judge. It’s just something that I couldn’t do. I just need to leave soon because I’m not the type of guy to ever stick around. She’s lucky there’s a damn blizzard outside right now, so I’ll stay a little longer than usual.
I put on my pants and we walk out into the living room. I make myself comfortable on her microfiber couch, and she tries to sit next to me, but before she does, I stop her. I stand up and smash my lips into hers so that she doesn’t get pissed because I don’t want to deal with her nonsense. I’d rather deal with her pussy riding my face.
I pull away from her and say, “How about that pizza?”
She smirks at me. “Anything for my Big D.”
That’s right… she’d better use my name and not call me baby again. Shit, what is it about women? Always trying to make men their babies… not happening.
She walks into the kitchen, and I plop back down on the couch, relieved. I flip through the TV channels, but all I come across are weather reports. This damn storm is fucking annoying. Okay, it’s a fucking blizzard out there. What else is new?
I’m still hopelessly flipping through channels, about to start Netflix when Charlotte carries a rectangular tray in her hands. On top, I see a plate of steamy pizza, oozing with cheese. She hands me the tray. “Can I grab you a beer?”
One beer leads to two. Two leads to four.
I’m not trying to get drunk and spend any more time over here than I have to. I’m trying to get out of here right after we’re done fucking. If I get drunk, I’ll most likely pass out after I tap that ass again.
She waits for me to answer, looking directly at me. She isn’t annoyed with me… yet. I have a feeling she’s going to be before the end of the night.
“Got anything else?”
“There’s a bottle of wine in the fridge. Maybe some champagne.”
“How about a Pepsi, or a bottle of water?” I question.
She furrows her brows. “Seriously? Derek Mykels is refusing alcohol? What is wrong with you?”
I roll my eyes and catch a glimpse of the weatherman reporting that in about an hour or so, the winds are going to start picking up, making driving conditions even more miserable. Shit. I need to get the fuck out of here before I’m stuck for the night.
“Derek!” she exclaims, bringing my gaze back to her.
I’d better watch myself or she’s never going to let me hit it again. “Huh? What? Oh, I’m sorry, doll. I was just checking out the news report for this storm. Nothing’s wrong with me. Just not in the mood to drink. I want to give you my full attention later,” I say, winking at her. I’ll keep lying to her ass if I have to. I refuse to get drunk here with her. “Water is fine, please.”
Her face lights up. Obviously, she liked the thought of me giving her all of me. “You got it, sweetie. I’ll get you some water.” She disappears into the kitchen.
“If you don’t have to be outdoors, don’t… it’s only going to get worse as the storm progresses into the day,” the weatherman says on the news channel.
Fucking great… and here I am half an hour from home, but because of the storm, it’s probably going to take me closer to two hours by now to get back.
I place the tray on top of her coffee table in front of the TV and stand on my feet. I look toward the entrance of her kitchen and see she’s still bent over looking inside the refrigerator. Damn, her heart-shaped booty is causing something to stir in my pants again.
Quickly snapping out of it, I throw on my boots, not even bothering to lace them up and make a beeline for her door and dart out of her building. Not even her pussy’s going to make me stay here any longer, causing me to get stuck. She’s going to hate me so much once she realizes I’m gone.
8
Derek
Somehow, I make it home in less than an hour.
I don’t even know how. Most of the roads are clear, but there are always those side streets that don’t get taken care of until the following day. Thankfully, I had found a way through.
Not even five minutes after I leave Charlotte’s house, my phone starts ringing like crazy, and sure enough, it’s her. I let it ring and continue driving. Minutes later, she’s blowing up my phone with text messages back to back to back.
Charlotte: Baby, where are you?
Charlotte: Are you hiding in my bed? ;) I’m coming to look for you.
Hadn’t she heard the sound of the door closing behind me?
Charlotte: Derek, this isn’t funny, where are you hiding?
Charlotte: You fuckin asshole! I know you didn’t leave without even saying goodbye!
Charlotte: Derek Mykels, where are you?!
Nowhere near you, you damn psycho, that’s for sure.
Charlotte: DEREK!!!
Charlotte: FUCK YOU!
No, thanks. I’d already done that, and I still don’t feel like it helped any.
Charlotte: FUCK YOU, OK, FUCK YOU!
Charlotte: If you think you’re EVER gonna get another taste of this pussy again, you’d better think again! We’re done, Derek, done!
Wait, when had we ever been a thing?
Charlotte: Don’t bother calling or texting me. I’m gonna call James and tell him I’m wet for him.
Good, let James deal with your psychotic ass.
Charlotte: I’ll send him some pics for proof… he loves my kitty, anyways. And he’s a much better fuck than you’ll ever be!
Great, then you’ll have an awesome time screwing him. You can leave me alone.
Charlotte: Seriously, don’t bother calling me. We’re done. James is already on his way.
Charlotte: Derek?
Charlotte: Derek????
Charlotte: D Baby? I’m sorry :(
Charlotte: I miss you. I’m so sorry, baby! Please call me back. :(
Damn. Talk about delusional… bipolar. Whatever. And that’s just the first couple of messages. I don’t respond to a single one of her calls or texts. I’m not about to begin entertaining her. Going to see her had been a mistake. Forget fucking her. That had just done me in.
But I needed to get Ellie out of my head for a while.
Had it worked? Nope, of course, not. The whole time I was with Charlotte all I could think about was Ellie from this morning. Just thinking about her and seeing her naked did more to me than Charlotte’s touch ever could.
I unlock the door to my apartment and walk into pitch black darkness. Where the hell is Ellie?
I throw my keys on the end table by the door and remove my boots. I place them on top of the mat in front of the door so I don’t get the floors wet from the snow and slowly walk through the house.
“Ellie? Are you here?” I call.
I hope she’s here. I can’t imagine her not being at home with this blizzard coming down.
I don’t hear a response. There’s no answer. I look in the living room, but there’s no evidence that she’s been in here in the slightest.
I walk down the hall to the side of the apartment where her room is, and I find the door half closed. I peek in but it’s completely dark.
And then, my eyes land on her figure. She’s lying on her bed, huddled up in a fetal position.
“Ellie?” I whisper.
She’s facing the other way, but once I slowly make my way into her room, there’s no denying the soft sounds of her sobs.
“Oh, Ellie,” I murmur again. I reach the side of her bed, and sure enough, she’s broken and in tears. What in the world has this beautiful girl so down and devastated?
Maybe she’s lonely. I immediately feel like an asshole for leaving her all alone during this storm. I should have stayed home with her.
I gently sit down on the edge of her bed and place a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, Ellie. I’m here. Are you okay?”
Obviously not, dumb ass. Why else would she be crying?
She slowly turns around to face me, and my God, the sight of her is heartbreaking. And although she’s clearly terribly upset about something, I can’t deny the fact that she still looks so fucking beautiful right now, tears and all.
“Ells, what’s the matter?” I try again.
“M-my Grams… she died,” she cries in barely above a whisper.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I say, not even having a chance to stop myself before the term of endearment escapes my lips. I’ve never called her anything other than Ellie or Ells, but at this moment, I feel so horrible for her.
“Derek…” she whispers.
“Yeah?”
“Hold me… please.”
I don’t think I’ve heard her correctly, and I freeze only for a moment before hopping into bed with her. I wrap my arms around her, and she instantly turns around and faces me. Her face is plastered against my chest as her arms are wrapped around hers, embracing herself tightly.
She smells so good. Her strawberry infused shampoo scent wafts into my nostrils, and I never want to forget this smell again. She feels so good in my arms, too. I never want to let her go.
And yet, I know I have to. After a couple of minutes of just comforting her, I take my right hand and place a finger under her chin, willing her to look into my eyes. She’s so fucking beautiful that I almost forget my words.
“Are you feeling a little bit better now, Ells?”
She takes in a deep breath before responding. “Actually, a lot better. Thank you for being here.”
“Shit, of course. I wish you would have called me. I would have sped right over. You shouldn’t have been alone at a time like this.”
She shrugs and to feel her moving in my arms is causing my cock to stir.
Down, boy. This is not the time.
But oh, what a perfect ending to this moment that would be.
“Well, I wasn’t alone the whole time,” she answers and right away, I’m dying to know who was with her. Maybe it was another one of her girlfriends, though, and I’m just overreacting. Then I remember it’s not my place to know. I’m not her boyfriend. Shit, I’m not even her fuck buddy.
I’m just her best friend’s brother.
That’s all I’ll ever be to her and nothing more.
It fucking sucks, but it’s the truth. There’s nothing I can do about that, either.
“Oh,” I simply respond instead.
She goes to rise, and so I get up, too. She stretches her arms, and I watch her perfect body. Goddamn, she’s so fucking sexy. She’s not wearing anything special, but the way those Yoga pants are hugging her in all the right places have me wanting to throw her down right here on her bed and tear her body up into pieces. Damn, I can’t help but wonder what she tastes like.
“Fucking Shaun,” she states.
Wait, what? Come again? Shaun, her douchebag ex-boyfriend who had cheated on her?
“Your ex?” I look at her like she’s got three heads.
She giggles. “Yeah. That ass. He called me and told me my mother was trying to get in touch with me last night. When she couldn’t get me on the phone, she tried him, and of course, he answered.”
Last night… yeah, we had been drinking. No wonder she hadn’t heard her phone.
“Anyways, she told him my grandmother passed. He then asked to stop by, and I felt like I owed it to him for having the decency to tell me about it.”
“Yeah,” I say, not at all amused that the dickwad was in my house.
“Yeah. But I should have known he was up to no good, though. He cornered me in the kitchen and planted one on me. Then he started feeling me up. I couldn’t get loose ‘til I kneed him in the balls.” She’s smiling, but I seriously want to go out and beat the shit out of him.
“Wait, he put his hands on you?” I ask. It’s not any of my business, but thankfully, she told me. So now I kind of feel like it is. I do feel a bit better that she was able to take care of herself, though, but I never want her to
be put in that position again. I still wanna kick his ass, though. No man should ever lay a hand on a woman, especially not my sister or her best friend. I would kill for these two.
She’s pulling her hair away from her face in a messy bun, and damn, does she look cute.
“Yeah, but like I said, I kneed him in the nuts, so no harm. Hey, weren’t you supposed to be spending the night elsewhere?”
At this point, she’s walking out of her room, and I’m following her around like a lost little puppy.
We head into the kitchen, and she pulls out a pizza from the oven.
More pizza? Ugh, at least this one isn’t frozen, and since I hadn’t technically eaten at Charlotte’s–not food, anyway–this will do just fine.
“Yeah, I was. But I wanted to get home because of the storm. It’s getting worse out there.”
She grabs two bottles of beer from the fridge and hands me one. Then she places two slices on a plate for me. I take it from her and wait for her to get a serving for herself.
“Yeah, after Shaun took off, I was all packed and ready to head home to my mom’s, but my car wouldn’t start. I think this fuckin’ weather has a ton to do with that. My engine’s probably frozen or something. I don’t know shit about cars.”