She nodded immediately, brushing off the question, “Yeah, of course. Just hungry, that’s all. Want to order?”
Chapter Three
Andrea got up from her seat to go to the bathroom, which sat near the bar. She saw Vincent on her way and paused, knowing that he was looking at her. He got up and came to where she stood.
“So, that was a little weird,” he said, eyeing her up.
She nodded, “Yeah. I just don’t want Trudy to feel…” she paused, looking at him. She lost her words but looked away from him, starting again. “She technically got your number first, you know, and it’s not fair to let what happened with us get in the way…” she trailed off again as he started to chuckle.
She frowned at him, a little insulted.
He put his hand on her arm and sent a delicious sensation through her.
“I get it,” he said quietly, looking down into her light blue eyes. “You’re a good friend.”
She nodded and smiled, wishing she could kiss him. She thanked him and went into the bathroom, ready to pretend that she’d never slept with him.
* * *
The afternoon went by slowly, especially for Andrea. She knew that her night was going to be spent in her hotel room watching bad television and drinking wine. She had no desire to go down to the bar and flirt.
When the rest of seminars were through at around five, they got up anxiously to stretch their legs and leave the hall. Andrea followed Trudy up to their room. As Trudy got changed for her date, Andrea took off her dress clothes and pulled on sweat pants.
“So, you’re just going to lie around and eat room service?” Trudy said, raising her eyebrows.
“Yep,” Andrea replied, taking the menu out of the nightstand drawer.
Trudy laughed, nodding, “Yeah, that does sound nice.”
As she finished getting ready, she glanced at Andrea’s face, noticing the change in her. She wondered if it had something to do with Vincent, or Vince. Trudy had a hard time believing that Andrea had met a different guy with nearly the same name while they were at the same bar. It was a little far-fetched.
But after meeting Vince at the restaurant, she was almost convinced they didn’t know each other. She had started to think that Andrea had just mistaken the guy’s name that she had slept with. His name could have been Victor or something. She had been drinking and might have just gotten a little confused.
Either way, Trudy needed to go out with a man. It had been a year and she felt a little rusty. She wanted to get back into the dating game, and most of all, she wanted to feel someone else’s skin against her own.
When she was ready, she went to the couch where Andrea had sprawled out.
“Don’t wait up,” she said giggling and Andrea laughed, telling her friend to have a good time. Her smile dropped the second the door shut, the corners of her mouth turning down.
Trudy’s smile grew as she went to the elevator. She was meeting Vince on the main floor and was excited to see him. Excited just to go out.
When they had ran into him earlier, he had been so sweet and spoke about the presentation articulately. She was impressed he had actually been paying attention when even she, a woman with a degrees in business and economics, had gotten bored.
His intelligence had turned her on and she wanted to do something about it. She needed a drink first, though.
She met him at the bar and he asked if she wanted to get a drink. She received a nod in response before he had even finished the question. Laughing a little, he followed her to a couple of chairs that sat at the bar.
The conversation came easily between them. Before long, their drinks were drained and they ordered more, talking about the conference and business. Andrea usually wasn’t interested in talking about their work outside of the office, and it was refreshing for Trudy to have someone else for that. Vince was open to all of her ideas and liked to discuss his own.
Trudy brought up Andrea on her own, talking about how they had decided to focus on fashion and design.
“Where did you meet her?” Vincent asked, happy that she had brought her up.
Trudy took a sip of her third drink, studying his face. She couldn’t deny that he was handsome, but something in the very back of her mind, seemed off.
“We were in a painting class together while we were also taking a design program. I asked for a pencil or something,” Trudy took another sip, “I think she thought I was hitting on her.”
They laughed a little.
“She’s used to getting attention,” Trudy concluded.
Vincent thought about the previous night and how Andrea hadn’t hesitated to jump into bed with him. He hadn’t slept after she left that night. He just couldn’t get her off of his mind.
And now he was on a date with her best friend. He had to admit she was gorgeous, just like Andrea. Except Trudy’s hair was dark and much longer, and her chest was probably two cup sizes bigger. She had a sweet look to her.
He wondered to himself if it would be wrong to ask Trudy up to his hotel room. He knew that there was something about Andrea that he really liked but she had made it obvious that she wanted to keep their night a secret. He hoped that she wouldn’t be hurt if he slept with her best friend.
After finishing his drink, he decided not to worry about it too much and enjoy being with Trudy. She was interesting and made good conversation. Another gorgeous and smart girl.
“Where did you go to school?” He asked her, drawing his attention back to her.
He couldn’t stop his gaze from running down the neckline of her dress to get a glimpse of her cleavage. He could imagine what her bare boobs looked like underneath. He tried to focus on what she was saying but when she tucked her silky chocolate colored hair behind her ear, all he could think about was kissing her.
“Do you want to go to my room? I haven’t raided the mini-bar yet,” he asked her, giving her a dazzling smile.
She nodded, looking at him with a sultry gaze that she didn’t really intend. He got up from the table and she did the same, asking him which floor he was on.
Chapter Four
When they got to his room, he opened the door for her, letting her in. She looked around the room, seeing that even the single rooms were extravagant. There was a white couch near the entrance and Trudy went to sit on it.
Vincent went to the mini-fridge and took out a couple shot bottles of liquor. He handed her a miniature bottle of vodka and she took a sip, setting it down on the coffee table. He didn’t bother with his, setting it down as he sat next to her.
He sat close, but waited for her to close the distance between them. She definitely wasn’t giving him the same signals that Andrea had.
She looked a little nervous and he put his arm on the back of the couch, turning to her. He wasn’t sure about the look on her face, she was hard to read. He thought about how forward Andrea was, it was easy to tell what she wanted.
“Trudy, is everything…” he was interrupted by her lips pressing against his, before he even realized what was happening.
She came towards him, kneeling on the couch as she kissed him. She fell, a little awkwardly, into his lap and he laughed. He moved so that she was lying on the couch with him beside her.
His lips met hers again and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He ran his hand from her waist to her boob, feeling her heavy tit with his palm. He wrapped a hand underneath her and she arched her back as he unzipped her dress.
Pulling it down her chest, her tits popped out and her nipples were hard. He dragged his lips from hers to her boobs, sucking on her nipples as she started to breathe more deeply. Her chest heaved, pushing them into Vincent’s face.
His hand grabbed her dress, pulling it off of her the rest of the way. His mouth went back to hers, and he felt her tongue instantly. They started to move together in a rhythm as his hand traveled down her abdomen to her pussy.
He felt her clit, over her panties, getting wetter as he touched her. He slipped his hand
underneath, feeling the wetness on his fingers. He looked at her face, her eyes were closed and she was smiling with the pleasure she was feeling.
He tugged her panties off of her and straightened up, taking off his own shirt. He gazed down at her naked body, enjoying the curves of her chest and hips. His cock was hard.
His hands went to his pants, taking them off slowly as he watched her. She didn’t have the urgency that Andrea had but she was just as sexy. Her eyes were still closed but her hands were stroking her body. They went down her abdomen and onto her thighs. As she spread her knees apart, one hand went to her pussy and she started to circle her fingers around her wet clit.
Pausing, he watched her, standing over the couch. His pants dropped to the floor and he was naked along with her, his cock standing against his abdomen.
She opened her eyes, keeping her fingers on her pussy. He came back onto the couch and lowered himself onto her. Her arms wrapped around him and he could feel her sticky fingers on his back. They dug in a little, gripping him as he slipped a finger into her cunt.
Feeling how wet she was, he pulled his finger away, grabbing his cock. He pushed the head of his dick against her pussy, rubbing it against her slick flesh. He slipped in an inch and closed his eyes with the pleasure of her tight slit. She had mentioned earlier that she didn’t date much and he could tell it had been more than a while since she’d been with a man.
She felt amazing around his cock and he slid in further, watching her face flush. He started to thrust slowly, getting deeper and deeper with each push. She grinded her hips, against him as he moved.
There was something about the way she moved underneath him that made him feel like he could be anyone. He couldn’t stop himself from comparing her to Andrea. Andrea, who had clawed at his back with her nails, nearly demanding to have him inside her. Trudy was more apathetic, she enjoyed herself, but Vincent felt like he couldn’t take credit.
She kept her fingers on her clit as he plunged into her, and her eyes stayed closed. He leaned down to kiss her, feeling a little passion from her when his tongue was in her mouth.
He pushed himself closer to her and she started to respond with more excitement. Her tits pushed against his chest and he started to thrust faster.
She wrapped her legs around him, pushing him further inside of her wet pussy. He kissed her as he played with her tits, running his hands over them. She moaned softly and his cock stiffened even more.
Vincent thought it was like a challenge, trying to get her to come. He slowed down, still pushing deep inside of her, pulling back to watch her face. She frowned a little.
Chapter Five
He wrapped his arms under her, pulling her up and pushing himself back onto the couch. She ended up on top of him, straddling him. She started to ride him immediately, rotating and bucking her hips.
Stretching his arm, he put his thumb on her clit so that it rubbed against her as she rocked on top of him. Her hands went up to her boobs and the smile returned to her face. He put his other hand on her hip, moving her a little faster.
She bounced on top of him, proving that she was enjoying herself. Her moaning got a little louder, just enough so that he could hear her and become more aroused.
Moving his hand from her clit, he grabbed her hips with both of his hands. He slid them onto her ass, squeezing it firmly. She opened her eyes, feeling that he was watching her, and looked into his. She smiled just a little, encouraging Vincent.
He watched her boobs bouncing in front of him and held himself back, wanting her orgasm to build. He lifted his hips, thrusting a little as she swayed on top of him. Her face began to flush.
He grinned, closing his own eyes as he felt her come and the wetness spread over his shaft and his balls. Andrea flashed into his mind and he blinked, trying to focus.
She slowed down, stopping altogether after another minute. She sighed heavily and Vincent took it as a good sign. He put his hands on her thighs and stroked them gently as she sat on top of him.
After another minute, she sighed again looking around the room like she wasn’t sure where she was. Her eyes focused on Vincent and she collapsed on top of him. He put his arms around her back, letting her lie on top of him.
The warmth of his skin against hers was almost more pleasurable than the sex they had. Trudy took another deep breath in and felt his heartbeat. There was something reassuring and comforting about lying on top of him.
Vincent was a little surprised, especially considering Andrea had hopped up and left right after they had finished. But he didn’t push her away or move himself, he just held her, enjoying the feel of her large boobs on his chest.
When she got up, she looked a little embarrassed. He put a hand on her back and kissed her again, telling her she was amazing. It was true, but he thought she looked like she needed to hear it.
She got dressed slowly, thanking him for the evening. She didn’t want to admit that she’d never slept with a guy on the first date before. Trudy didn’t feel bad, she just wasn’t sure how to end the evening.
Vincent stood up from the couch, pulling on his pants as she looked around the room, trying to think of something to say. He noticed and thought she was cute. He looked at the clock and saw that it was later than he thought.
“If you want to stay, Trudy, you’re more than welcome to,” he said, taking a few steps towards her.
She smiled and looked down at the floor. She glanced at his chest, admiring the size of his pecs, before looking down again.
“No, thank you. But I should…” she gestured towards the door.
Vincent nodded and leaned down, kissing her once more, softly.
“I had a great time, Vince.” She said to him, giving him the half-smile he had seen before.
“Me too,” he said, dragging his fingers down her arm, caressing her.
Her smile grew, but she reached behind herself and grabbed the door knob. As she stepped out the door she looked at him over her shoulder.
“Good night, Vince,” her smile got even bigger, “or should I call you Vincent?”
He frowned at her, leaning on the door.
“I’ll tell Andrea you said ‘hello’,” she said before she turned and walked down the hall to the elevators
Vincent raised his eyebrows in surprise, but smiled as he shut the door.
“I guess the secret’s out.”
* * *
When Trudy crept back into her room, Andrea was asleep on the couch. The television was on and a half-empty bottle of wine sat on the coffee table. She tried to shut the door quietly but Andrea woke up anyway.
“Trudy?” She said, in a raspy and confused voice.
“Hey, go back to sleep,” she said, picking up the remote to shut off the TV.
Andrea blinked and sat up, brushing the hair out of her face.
“You’re home late. Tell me how your date went,” she said, getting up to grab a glass of water and glancing back at Trudy.
Trudy watched Andrea and said, “He looks great naked.”
Andrea choked on the water she was sipping, a cold shiver ran through her body. Her immediate thought was of Vincent falling in love with Trudy. She bit her lip and set the glass down, letting out a sharp breath. Trudy gave her a look as she came over to the couch and sat close to her.
“I slept with him last night,” she blurted out, her eyes scanning Trudy’s face. She braced herself, unable to read her friend’s reaction.
The End of Book 2 of 5
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
C
hapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
Andrea and Trudy sat on the couch together as the silence started to grow between them. Andrea was biting her lip. Her brows were furrowed and she was worried that Trudy was about to blow up on her.
But Trudy didn’t look mad. Andrea couldn’t tell what her expression exactly was but she knew that she wasn’t angry. Trudy didn’t really look like she cared too much, and there wasn’t the slightest hint of surprise on her face.
Andrea opened her mouth to speak again but shut it right after. If her best friend had told her that she had slept with a man she was hoping to date, she thought she would be a little upset at least. But Trudy wasn’t.
“It’s alright, Andrea,” Trudy said, reaching out to squeeze her friend’s hand.
Andrea was the one who was surprised, “Uh, really? Are you sure?”
Trudy nodded and even started to laugh a little, “Well, it was a pretty lousy secret and it wasn’t hard to figure out.”
“How did you know?” Andrea gaped.
Trudy frowned at her, giving her a dubious look, “Seriously, An. Two guys at the same bar with the same name that we met just a couple hours apart? I was pretty sure that it was statistically improbable.”
Andrea smiled at herself, “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to be discouraged about seeing Vincent. You seemed to really like him.”
Trudy lost her smile and looked a little pensive.
“Are you sure you’re not upset? I’m sorry I lied to you,” Andrea said with concern.
Trudy shook her head, “No. And you’re right, I was excited. But to be honest, I think I was just happy to be going on a date. It didn’t really matter that it was Vince.” She laughed and added, “Vincent, I mean.”
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