"Are you going anywhere with this conversation?"
"Yes! Don't ruin my moment. Anyways, I walked into the living room, sat on the couch to make sure I could get through the security before going outside, and opened your laptop. As I would any other bright and sunny California day, I put in your password and guess what I fucking found?"
"An apple."
She narrows her eyes. "Good one, Apple addict, but no." I take a bigger swallow since my tongue has become used to the temperature, not paying her any attention at all. She tends to ramble when traveling from point A to point B. Most of the time I grasp onto the key words and I can connect the dots by the time she arrives at her wordy destination. "I found fucking porn..."
I spew some of my cappuccino back into the cup, the spray ricocheting off the surface and landing on my face, and a portion of the liquid being sucked down my windpipe. I begin to cough uncontrollably as the reminders of last night begin playing back in my mind. I thought that was a really awesome dream...
"Take. The. Poison," I say between coughs, trying to catch my breath as I hand her the cup.
Her grin broadens as she does. "Why did I not get to be here for your first porn search? I feel so left out."
"You're a freak."
"Says the one looking at porn instead of being the one getting the action."
No pun intended? If she only knew...
"I was doing research of my own."
"On what?"
My mind suddenly goes blank, all witty comebacks vanishing.
"Okay, so maybe I was teaching myself."
"Kambry Louise Rivers, do not lie to me."
"Ewww. Don't use my middle name. That's gross. You know I hate it."
"Well, you don't hate your poor old granny that it came from, do you?"
"No, but you got a vital word right. Old! Do not associate me with Louise. The end."
She rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Tell me, tell me, tell me! I want to be your porno, cherry popping, wingbitch. I cannot help if I'm out of the loop. This is a mark in history. My baby is growing up."
My lips purse together, becoming tighter with every second that I sit here and watch her squirm. She can't stand it. Her middle name fits her perfectly for the nosey rosey that she is, unlike mine. Rose... because she's nosey as all hell.
I allow my head to fall back against the wall, but I continue looking at her. "You aren't going to leave me alone until I tell you everything, are you?"
Her eyes widen. Then her mouth drops. "You fucking slut. There's more? How could you keep secrets from me?" She dramatically waves her hands in front of her face, feigning the act of drying tears before they fall. "I'm the one that stared at your vagina while I taught you how to insert a tampon. You cannot get any closer than that. I feel betrayed."
"Meredith Rose Love. Filter. Now. Some things should never be unburied. You never know when someone could be bugging our apartment, or worse, show up uninvited..."
She flips her blonde hair over her shoulder, dropping the act altogether. "Fine, but so help me if you don't start talking, I will drug you to get it out of you." She narrows her eyes and points her finger at my nose. "Try me if you think I'm playing. I've done worse."
I face palm myself, shaking my head. "Fine, but if I hear one word of judgment from you, I'll never tell you anything else; one word, Meredith. Girl code starts now."
She raises her hand at me, stiffly holding it by her shoulder in a stop sign position. "Cross my heart and hope to die, I promise I shall not lie, but if I do I'll fuck you with a dildo. Scouts honor."
I laugh through my closed mouth, unable to hold back any longer. "That was terrible. Did you just come up with that?"
She laughs with me. "Maybe, but it lightened the mood, didn't it? Success at its finest. Now talk."
"Okay... Well, it all started when I met this guy."
"Guy! What guy?"
"The guy I met at the bar last weekend. You remember the night you were supposed to find me someone in the bar? Well I beat you to it, kind of..." She looks clueless. "The one that I brought back here..." Still nothing. The look of confusion only deepens. "Meredith, we basically stood there and watched you screw some guy...for a moment or two. Stop playing dumb."
She taps her index finger over her closed lips. "Why am I drawing a blank?"
My mouth falls open, completely in shock here. "How do you not remember? Are you for real? That is not okay!"
She shrugs her shoulders. "What? Have you ever had so much Vodka you blacked out? It happens."
"I'm worried about you. I cannot even believe we're having this conv-"
"Oh! Do you mean Bryant?"
"I don't know his name. He was naked, you were naked, and you were touching your toes while he invaded you from behind. I'm sorry I didn't catch a name. How rude of me," I say sarcastically.
"Kind of beefy, average height, total hot body, and raspy voice?"
She continues like this is totally acceptable. "I'm pretty sure that was Bryant. Same guy I stayed with last night. I met him when you had to go upstairs to work." There's the light bulb I'm looking for. "I just don't remember our first sexual encounter. It was kind of a blur..." Her eyes lose focus. "But he is a total sex machine. Good lord his dick is glorious." She sits the coffee cup on the floor.
"I don't even know what to say right now." I would love to see my face right now.
Her eyes turn into big saucers. She suddenly slaps her hands together and squeals, causing me to jump. "I remember! That was when I came to. It was as if I was totally void from the world for a bit, like I was in a black hole, and then bam, I could see consciously. That's probably the drunkest I've ever been - worse than senior prom. I probably shouldn't drink that much, because there is a gap in time that is missing, but I remember leaving the club, parts of the ride home, and then that moment." She pauses. "Although vague, I briefly remember a guy with you! How did I miss this?"
"Uh, maybe because you're on the verge of being an alcoholic. Should I be worried?"
She rolls her eyes. "Oh hell, Kambry. One time of irresponsibility does not make me an alcoholic. It makes me a teenager, but only for another year. I'm so glad we have early fall birthdays. Come on nineteen, one year closer to twenty-one. We're in California, alone. We are entitled to have some reckless fun. Your parents aren't here to keep your virginity under lock and key. Relax."
"Does it still make me a virgin if he put the tip in," I blurt out in question.
"You got D action! Why would you not tell me? I don't even know you anymore!"
Her eyes gloss over as if she's actually about to cry. "I'm telling you now. Stop being dramatic. This isn't an audition. Although, well played."
She lights up. "I know right! I'm so meant for this."
Then like a light switch being flipped, it's gone.
"Kambry, you knew the second after I touched a dick. It's been a week and I had no idea you were even experimenting with the idea, let alone rounding third base and headed for home plate. Don't you dare tell me to stop being dramatic. You've never hid things from me."
"Well, technically it was on two different occasions, the afore mentioned event being last night, and I was trying before your memory went hiatus."
"You are digging yourself deeper, my friend."
I growl out in aggravation. "Time out. If you only knew the entire story you would know why I wasn't sure how to respond, think, or bring up the conversation to even tell you. It's quite laughable to be honest."
She breathes out. Her mouth lines. "Okay. I'm going to put my jealous best friend card away. How about you start from the beginning?"
"Okay. I can do that, but I'm going to make it as short as possible and then you just ask filler questions for crap you want explained. I met him in VIP lounge, thought he was hot with no further thought, since I was his server, but then he kissed me in front of a business meeting and then he left. I didn't think I would ever see him again, but he pulled a stalker move and ended up being in my ca
b, forcing me to hang out with him."
"So he thought your beautiful face, sexy body, and perfect rack were too good to pass up and stalked you at closing. Got it. Sounds hot. Continue."
"Well, fast forward to standing there in an awkward position in front of your door, because it was open, and watching some guy have his way with you shamelessly. By the way you looked like you were completely enjoying it. I just thought I'd throw that out there to help your memory." I pause, not sure if I should admit the next part. Oh, what the hell. I've been caught doing far more embarrassing things since I moved here...like masturbating to said beautifully hot guy. Why not add one more to the list?
"I may have thought it was really hot watching." I slap my hands over my eyes, waiting for her reaction. "He almost may have caught on."
Hands enclose around my wrists moments later, prying them off my face. She is biting her bottom lip so hard it's turning white around her teeth. Her smile is massive. "Wait just a minute. You got turned on watching some guy fuck me? This is one of those times I need brutal honesty from you."
I stare at her. Then my head falls between my shoulders, ashamed. "Yes. I know. I'm a freak. Go ahead, disown me as a friend, but I can't help it. It was really hot seeing you all...I don't know...consumed with pleasure without even having to work for it. I may have been slightly jealous even."
She places the tip of her index finger underneath my chin, pushing up for me to look at her. "You're not a freak. You're just a little behind the rest of us in curiosity of your sexual nature. While you were sitting at home on your couch with Kyle on Saturday nights, the rest of us were at house parties when parents were out of town. Put together co-ed teenagers, alcohol, and no chaperones and what do you get?"
I raise my brows, not sure where she is going with this. She acts like I didn't go to the same high school as her. A mischievous grin forms. "Porn and sex. When you're drunk and having sex, there is usually someone watching. You are just too mentally checked out to care."
My brows scrunch. "What? I've never heard of any parties like that. Not with you or our class anyway; at least not our friends."
"Okay I'm going to say this, but it's not aimed at you, love, so don't let it hurt your feelings. No one ever told you about those parties, because well, your parents are like evil spies. Part of living in the same small town meant that most of us went to the same church. Our parents were all friends, conjugating for the latest gossip into our lives. We liked our freedom. You don't really have experience with sneaking around your parents, so you aren't the best liar. These weren't the big parties like during homecoming week. These were the parties after the parties; the ones that you sneak out of your house to go to with only a handful of people."
I throw off the comforter and stand, walking off to the other side of my room, staring at the wall. I hold my head high, trying not to cry, but the truth is I feel left out. No one ever gave me a chance to be trustworthy. Instead, I find out that all of my friends had secret lives they never told me about. "Who's the one with secrets now?"
"Can you honestly blame me," she asks directly behind me, catching me off guard. "After that time we got caught smoking behind your house at fourteen, when your mother couldn't wait to run her mouth all over town about how she had to call my mother and then take you to talk to the preacher. It was a fucking cigarette in our mouths, not a dick. All kids try it."
I turn around, remembering how embarrassed I was. All of my friends kept their distance for a few weeks after that. "Or what about that time when we were fifteen and you stayed over at my house. We raided my mom's vodka stash and drank what was left, got drunk, and then refilled it with water so she wouldn't notice, before we snuck out and Branson came and picked us up. That night was so much fun; the most we had ever had together. You were completely free, uninhibited, and acted like the rest of us."
She closes in, still staring at me. "Do you remember that night?"
My heart starts pounding. "Yes. I remember the dare. Branson never forgot it either."
She wraps her arms around my neck, linking her hands. My stomach drops, nervousness consuming me. The look in her eyes is exactly like it was that night, when Branson wanted us to prove just how close of friends we were. I swallow. "You swore you would never tell what happened that night...but somehow they knew."
"I didn't."
"Then how did they know, Kambry?"
"I don't know. I told you this forever ago."
"You never got to stay over again after that. They took part of my friend away. Do you know what that's like? You weren't the same after that. That was the last night you ever tried to do anything against the grain of what your parents wanted. That was the last night you did anything for you...until you came here with me."
"Well it doesn't sound like you missed out on any fun," I say sarcastically. "I was the one that was left out, left behind."
"Then make up for lost time. Do something for you. Pick up where you lost it all. We can pretend that we are starting back from that night. Go back with me. Give me my friend back, the part of her that died that night, and we will never have secrets again. I dare you."
My eyes scan hers. This may seem weird, but it also sounds appealing...in so many ways. She's right. After that night I became the good girl, the one that never questioned or back-talked her parents. I was the girl that chose every detail of my behavior to please them, in fear of them, because when they found out what we did they threatened to never let me see her again if I ever did something that sinful again. I was grounded for a month. They immediately took away overnight stays, but I wasn't willing to completely lose the only sister I had ever had.
This is step one to saying fuck my parents.
This is step one to being the girl I want to be.
This is step one to doing what I want.
This is step one to finding Kambry.
I place my hands on her hips and pull her closer as I lean against the wall, before tilting my head slightly. She presses inward and her lips hover above mine. Then they meet. Without the slightest attempt the memory of that night surfaces, taking me back.
"How close of friends are y'all?"
I look outside the glass doors at Meredith sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water, sipping on her Vodka and cranberry juice. She said she needed fresh air, but I know secretly what she's doing; giving us space. I've had a crush on Branson since I started high school, but was always too afraid to act on it.
"Best friends, Branson. Duh. Everyone knows that," I say in a drunken tone.
He stands and walks toward me sitting on the arm of the sofa, and looking at me in a way that makes me want to stop breathing. Branson is the star of the football team. He's a senior, he's gorgeous, has a fun personality, and all of the girls love him. It's no secret. His parents treat him like the football god that he is, letting him live in the pool house, and his only rule is that he has to be on the property by 5AM if he's not on football curfew. He can have anyone over that he wants out here. Rumor has it his dad walked in once on a game of strip pool when he had a house full of people from school and just smiled and walked out.
He stops in front of me and places his hands on my waist, before guiding them around to my backside, and sliding them underneath my butt. He's been flirting with me for a while now, since homecoming, but this is the first time I've been around him almost completely alone. That also makes me nervous.
He lifts me and I wrap my arms and legs around him, before he takes a step toward the sofa cushion and sits down, bringing me to a straddle on top of him. "You're hot, Kambry, possibly one of the hottest girls in school. I want to kiss you."
I begin to shake, even with the alcohol making me less shy. "Okay."
I've never kissed a guy before. I just hope and pray I don't suck at it. He places his hand behind my neck and pulls me toward him, before pressing his lips to mine. He wastes no time before sliding his tongue into my mouth, forcefully, giving me no time to react. I have no c
hance to learn, only to do exactly as he's doing to me. It starts out slightly out of rhythm, but we quickly fall into a comfortable pattern, and then I start to like it.
His hand moves up my back, underneath my shirt, pulling the fabric along with it, baring my upper body. He breaks the kiss just as Meredith walks through the door. "I need a cigarette. Ohhhhh. Sorry," she says as she looks at me.
"Meredith, come here," he says, still pulling my shirt off, not even asking me. I'm not sure whether I want him to or not, but he does. I don't object.
"What?" She walks over until he reaches out and grabs the waistband of her cotton shorts, pulling her closer. She holds out her arms to break her fall as he pulls her down to our level.
"Let's have some fun."
She looks at me, clearly confused, before he grabs the back of her head and pulls her in for a kiss. I watch as they kiss, a little jealous and confused that I have to share him. She moans into his mouth, making it worse. Then just like me, he removes her shirt, leaving us both in our bras. I start to get upset, internally, keeping it to myself.
He's hard between my legs, but from which of us I have no idea. "If y'all are really close, then prove it. I want to see the two of you kiss."
My eyes blink repeatedly, trying to understand why he would want us to do that. She looks at me, just as confused as I am. I'm mad that I really like him and then he so freely wants both of us, causing me to speak out of anger. "Okay."
Meredith shrugs, confirming she's in. "It can't be any different than kissing you. Lips are lips." Branson grabs my hips and lifts me to turn around, then sits me back on his lap to face Meredith. She leans in and kisses me, inching her tongue through my lips slowly, unlike him. They touch, and then her pace picks up. She's leading me. Her softness spurs me to continue, so I stand, evening out our height.
The kiss becomes more comfortable, and before I know it she's sitting on the couch and I'm straddling her. Her hands rub across my waist, toward my back, and then up to my bra strap, unclasping it.
My bra falls, baring my breasts, before being covered with her hands. She squeezes as our tongues continue to caress each other's. "Hell yeah. This is better than I thought."
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