by Sarah Daltry
“When you get back tomorrow night, come over. I have a distraction in mind that I think you will love,” I say.
I’m not sure I’m going to be able to pull off what I’m thinking and I have no idea if she’ll go for it, but I need to give her something to look forward to, some reason to come back.
“Really? Something like tonight?”
“Better. Just for your birthday. Real princess treatment.”
I feel her grow wet again under my thumb, but she doesn’t try to do anything about it. I tease her some more and I love how her face betrays her attempt at being cool.
“I don’t want to go,” she complains and I move quicker over her clit. Perfect. I have her just where I want her.
“Good. I want you desperate tomorrow.”
I leave her like that and toss her clothes toward her. She’ll definitely be back and I watch her leave, questioning. She wants more, I know it, but I want to leave her wanting. This way, she won’t disappear.
As soon as she’s gone, I text Alana and tell her I need her to come up the next day after I get out of work. She promises she will and I consider telling her why, but figure it’ll be easier to convince her in person. Once that’s done, I put the phone down and lie back on my bed, still smelling Lily’s scent on my pillows and sheets.
Chapter 11
Alana meets me at work, so we go out to her car to talk after my shift’s over. I don’t how to express what I want from her, what I need her to do, or why I need it. I spent all day agonizing about it, but now, sitting in her car with the heat on way too fucking high and her smoking nonstop and flicking ash against the vent so I keep breathing it in, I realize there is no way to do this tactfully.
“I’ve had a crazy couple days,” I tell her.
“Yeah?” She doesn’t look at me, staring out over the empty parking lot. I don’t get it. Last time we talked, things were okay. Her moods drive me insane.
“I talked to her,” I say
She flicks the cigarette again, but I’m prepared this time and I don’t breathe in for a second.
“Actually, well…” I don’t know what to say. It feels wrong somehow to announce that I fucked Lily, although let’s be honest. That’s what it was. We didn’t have a romantic outing. There was no date that ended in an innocent kiss with the promise of more. I fucked her like I wanted and it was amazing, but there has been nothing discussed. I’m here to ask my best friend and the girl I’ve been fucking for years to join us, and yet I’m acting like a nervous prepubescent boy before a junior high dance.
“Did you fuck her?” Alana gets right to the point.
I nod.
“Was she any good?”
I don’t want to discuss this. I don’t want to tell Alana that, in two nights, I experienced more than in all the years I have known her. I don’t want to minimize the something else that gnaws at me when I look at Lily. So I just nod again, like a fucking idiot.
“And?”
“Well, it’s her birthday. And she’s interested in experimenting. So I thought…”
Alana laughs and stabs out her cigarette. “You want me to have a threesome with you and your little princess?”
“Are you mad?” I ask.
“Hell no. Sounds fun. But I promise you, she is never going to go for it. I’m sure she’s had fun sleeping with the bad boy, knowing she’s being rebellious, but that isn’t the same. Girls like that? They don’t do kinky.”
I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to tell her about the gag and the handcuffs, about how wet Lily got just by looking at them in my hand. There’s a weird jealousy in Alana, but it’s not about me. I don’t know if that comforts me or bothers me more. Something in her wants to hate Lily, but it’s for a reason I just can’t pinpoint. I thought she’d be heartbroken that I’m moving on, but she doesn’t even seem to care.
“Are you sure you’re not mad?” I ask again.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about Dave. I love you, Jack. I always will. But sometimes, I wonder if that will ever be enough for either of us. Maybe I should have tried harder with him.”
“He didn’t try, either, you know.”
“It wasn’t worth trying. I was all about you. He knew it and I knew it. Only you didn’t know it,” she says.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m starting to deal. At the end of it all, I just want you to be okay. But I won’t pretend that I don’t have serious doubts this little rich girl will be anything but another trigger.”
“Maybe she’ll surprise you,” I suggest.
“Yeah, maybe.”
****
I probably should have asked Lily how she’d feel about this, but I want to give her what she wants. I know she looks at me as some kind of sexual experiment, so I figure the least I can do is test the limits of that. There’s nothing else I can offer her, and nothing else that she would want, but if I can keep her sexually drawn to me, at least I’ll have something.
She shows up wearing the tightest pants she could probably fit in and a shirt that showcases her gorgeous tits. I’m immediately hard just looking at her. Alana is sitting on my bed and she raises an eyebrow when Lily comes in the room. I smile at Lily, but her face falls when she sees Alana.
“It looks like you already have company,” she says.
“This is Alana. Alana, this is the princess.”
Alana laughs, doubtful, and challenges Lily immediately. She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and I feel protective of Lily, who’s staring at Alana and clutching her purse to her chest; the poor girl looks terrified. I know Alana is gorgeous, but I get the impression that Lily has no idea how beautiful she is herself. I move closer to Lily and smile, trying to put her at ease.
“Our little princess is not so innocent when you get her going,” I tell Alana. “Are you?”
Lily stiffens at the question, but her face grows determined. She’s not going to let Alana intimidate her.
“Lily,” she introduces herself. “I have a name.”
When she turns back to me and glares, it’s both adorable and sexy as hell. I wish I could understand what goes on in my head when I look at this girl, but I don’t even care. All I know is I will never have enough of her.
Alana runs her eyes over Lily’s body. “Listen, sweetie, you’re cute, but I think Jack misunderstands you. All apologies.”
Lily turns around and locks my door, dropping her purse onto the floor. She flashes me a smile and runs a hand through her hair. “Misunderstands what? Why does everyone think I’m such a good girl?”
“I don’t think you are anymore,” I tell her. “I think you are one very, very naughty girl in fact.”
Alana’s still doubtful, but Lily’s not going anywhere. I move to Lily’s side and spank her hard on the ass. She cries out and then follows the cry with a soft whimper. The sound puts me on edge and I feel like I am going to die if something doesn’t happen soon.
“Go ahead, Alana,” I tell her.
This is every guy’s fantasy, although it isn’t really new for me. I’ve seen her with other girls and other guys, but when she kisses Lily, it’s like nothing else I have known. I’m both turned on and jealous as hell. I want to be the one Lily’s lips touch, but I can’t deny that my cock doesn’t mind me watching. Lily takes Alana’s breasts in her hands, cupping them and brushing her fingers against the nipples tentatively. Her eyes are wide and she seems almost oblivious to the fact that Alana is undressing her.
“Does that turn you on?” I ask. “Touching her like that?”
It turns me on and as Lily and Alana’s breasts touch, I collapse into the chair behind me. Lily looks at me, pride and pleasure and a little longing in her eyes, and I can’t get my cock out fast enough. I almost come when Lily says, “Someone needs to fuck me.”
They’re both naked and I direct them to the bed. I can barely speak, but this is about Lily, not me. I slow my hand, although it’s futile to think that I’m not going to come hard very soon. Alana warn
s me to stop, which is impossible. I watch her slip her fingers into Lily’s pussy, and the sudden sound of shock and ecstasy that bursts from Lily’s lips makes me bite down on my own lip, hoping to hang on.
Alana slides down along Lily’s body, until her mouth comes to rest on her clit and I have to stop touching myself. Lily moans in pleasure and looks at me. I need to fuck her, to touch her, to kiss her, but she’s enjoying Alana’s mouth way too much for me to interfere. I feel the insistent throbbing in my cock grow faster while Lily comes and keeps her eyes on me. Alana smiles and suggests they switch places. When she takes Lily’s hand and shows her how to stroke her pussy, I can’t wait any longer.
I get up and position myself behind Lily. My fingers move into her wet cunt almost on their own and she sighs, while fingering Alana beneath her.
“I want to fuck you while you eat her pussy,” I tell Lily. “Do you want that, Alana?”
“God, yes. Lily, please.”
“C’mon, princess. Spread your legs for me. Let me come inside,” I plead.
Lily moves her head between Alana’s legs, while lifting her hips and spreading her own legs for me. I can’t even tease her since I need her so badly and I clutch her hips as I shove myself deep. I grab her hair and fuck her from behind while Alana holds Lily’s face tight between her thighs. Alana’s nails leave red lines down Lily’s back. All the times I’ve done this before disappear. Lily is not another girl. She’s not an anonymous fuck or a plaything. She is beautiful and sexy and willing and perfect.
Her orgasm is intense, but her cries are lost against Alana’s body. She collapses under me and I can’t hold on to her. The twitching spasms run through her and Alana smiles when she sees what Lily has been reduced to. I haven’t come yet, and I need to come. I don’t even know how I’ve held back.
“Watch me fuck her,” I tell Lily and I drag Alana over to the desk chair. I bend her over in front of me and watch Lily as I slip into Alana. I wish that it didn’t feel as good as it does, because I feel a hint of guilt as my cock reacts to the clenching of Alana’s pussy. However, Lily never ceases to surprise me. Instead of being upset or shocked or even a little angry, she sits up and slides her fingers into herself. Alana is screaming my name and I close my eyes, trying to hang on. I want to come in Lily, but it’s growing impossible when I look at her. I slow my motions, but Alana comes around me still. I open my eyes to see if Lily is still playing along. She has three fingers shoved all the way in her cunt and then she starts to orgasm. I think I may be able to hold on a little longer until Lily cries, “Fuck me again. I want to be the one to make you come.”
I want that too – so much – and it’s too late. I come across Alana’s back and Lily finger fucks herself to orgasm. We all end up lying in bed together, touching and letting our mouths explore even though we’re all worn out.
“Happy birthday, princess,” I tell Lily, while my lips run along her collarbone.
She starts playing with Alana again and I respond by mimicking her movements on her own clit. I think we’re all done, however, until she grins and takes my cock into her mouth. I don’t want to come like this. I want her – all of her.
“Ride me, honey,” I beg. “It’s your birthday. It’s all about you.”
Alana masturbates while Lily climbs on top of me and moves slowly. It’s sensual and wonderful and I fall so desperately in love with her it hurts. She continually surprises me and does so again when she fingers Alana, ensuring that everyone orgasms before the night is over.
“Lily, you are absolutely perfect,” I tell her and reach up to brush my fingertips along her back.
“You only think that because I’m fucking you,” she teases.
Although that might have been true a month ago, there is so much more happening, but I don’t want to ruin tonight by thinking about it. Guys like me don’t get to talk to girls like Lily, never mind fuck them. At the very least, I know she’ll never forget me and tonight. I need to stop hoping for more. Sometimes you have to take what you can get and not demand anything else from the universe.
Chapter 12
Waking up next to Lily, with her arm across my chest, makes me feel like everything is perfect. My entire life disappears for the second in between sleep and wakefulness and it’s all about her.
Alana’s sitting at my desk, dressed, and she’s reading one of my books. Lily’s still asleep, so I turn my head to the side.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” she says. “I need to get going soon.”
“Okay, do you want me to wake her?”
“No, give her a little more time. She needs it.” She smiles, but it’s genuine. There’s no longer the unspoken criticism in her eyes that existed in her car the night before. “She’s wonderful, Jack.”
I grin like a little kid. “Isn’t she?”
Alana’s eyes grow dark. “She is. But you are, too. If things don’t work… If she changes her mind… Please swear to me…”
“I won’t. I promise.”
She nods, but she doesn’t believe me. The scary thing is that I don’t really believe me, either. I’ve forced myself to make this what it is, to resist how I’ve been feeling, but I can’t deny that I’m scared. When Lily finds out who I am, when she realizes what I come from, she will run away. I know I’m not boyfriend material and I don’t want her to fall in love with me, because I’ll never be the sort of guy she needs. She’s the type of girl who has boyfriends, who goes on dates, who brings guys home to meet her parents. I’m none of those things and I’ll never be able to be those things. And yet, I’m already dreading how and when this will end.
I have to turn it off, because Alana’s right. When I give in to emotions like this, it ends badly. Last time, it ended with a noose in my bedroom closet.
“You have to let it go, Jack.”
“I’m trying,” I say. “But I know what’s coming.”
“Look, even if things fall apart, she cares for you now,” Alana says. “She thinks you’re worth it, because you’re better than you think you are. You deserve more than you think you do.”
I don’t respond to that, because it doesn’t resonate with me. Still, I appreciate the attempt.
Lily stirs next to me and I almost bend down to kiss her good morning, before I think again of how painful this will be when it ends. Instead, I get up and get dressed.
“I have to leave, Lily,” Alana says. “Walk out with me?”
Lily looks at me, but I turn away, trying not to feel anything.
“Sure. Just let me get dressed.”
Alana hugs me goodbye, but I keep my eyes down. After they leave, I go to my desk and I’m about to pick up the book Alana was reading when my phone buzzes. It’s my grandmother.
“Yeah?” I answer. I pick up the book and shove it into the bookshelf.
“Jack, I’ve been calling you all morning.” She sounds agitated and I glance at the clock. It’s nearly noon. Oops.
“What’s up?”
“They had an emergency meeting with the lawyers last night. Your father’s case is being fast tracked, but you have to go see him today.”
“Why?”
And just like that, the real world comes crashing down over me. All my happiness, all my escape, all my hope of something else was for nothing, because this shit will fucking haunt me forever.
“They want you to see him today, so they can assess his relationship with you. To see that he’s trying to reconcile.”
“We don’t have a relationship. As I have told you over and over.”
“Please, Jack. It’s important. He needs you.”
“What about me? What about what I need? Does anyone ever think about that? Maybe I was going to have one good day in my sad, pathetic fucking life. But no, drop that. Drop everything because your murderer dad needs you.”
“You’re being unreasonable. It’s an hour at most.”
“Fine. Whatever.”
“It has to be today, though,” she reminds me.
“Thanks, Jack.”
“Yeah, sure,” I say and hang up.
I could have said no. I could’ve pretended for just one more day that I lived in a world where a girl like Lily would come back to my room and we’d snuggle and then go out for brunch and maybe sit in the park and talk about our futures. But why bother? Because I don’t have a future and doing those things with her would only make the inevitable hurt that much more.
I clutch my phone in my hand and try not to feel broken, try not to hate her for being beautiful enough – both inside and out – to provide a reprieve of a few days.
She comes back in the room and her eyes are sad. I wonder if Alana said something, but whatever it was, it was probably the right thing to say. The phone call from my grandmother just solidified the fact that this has been nothing but a stolen moment in time.
“What happened?” She looks concerned, but she doesn’t walk forward.
I shove my phone in my pocket. This isn’t her fault and it isn’t her problem. It’s her birthday weekend and I’ll make today count. I can always back away tomorrow. She’ll need to go back to her room eventually and my dad isn’t going anywhere.
“Nothing. So, what should we do today? Wanna go for a ride? It’s nice out and-”
“Just tell me what happened,” she says.
“There are some things you don’t need to know about me, princess. Nor do you want to.”
“You could give me a chance.”
“Yeah? You want to hear about my fucked up life? Are you gonna rescue me?” She doesn’t deserve it, I know, but my anger at the fact that she doesn’t belong in my world is hard to keep hidden.
“I can’t even rescue myself,” she says sadly. I can’t imagine what she needs rescuing from, but we don’t move in the same circles and I don’t want to shatter her illusions.
“Look, just let me deal with my own shit. It’s your birthday. What do you want to do?”
“I want to get to know you.”
“No, you don’t.”