by C S COURT
“Hunter what’s going on? I refuse to come in here and step on somebodies toes. Who else lives here? There are things that only a woman would own scattered in your bathroom.”
Hunter’s eyes drop to the floor, a guilty expression filling his features.
I’m starting to panic that I won’t get the answers to my questions as I can hear Lottie and Harry getting louder, obviously searching the apartment for us.
“It’s not what you think baby, honestly. The movers unpacked some old things, things that should have been binned a long time ago. They belong to an ex. There is nothing to worry about, I promise you, I am single and in no way fucking you or another woman over.”
I want to believe him, I really do. Dan really has done a number on me, and things like this set the paranoia off.
Of course it could be completely true, he has given me no indication there is a woman in his life, this could all be a mistake, but then the other part of me wonders why he would keep things like that in the first place.
The frustration at battling between two voices in my head is overwhelming; I look deeply in to his eyes, hoping to get some indication as to whether he is lying.
Hunter, obviously becomes frustrated with standing there with his hand outstretched to me, and starts stalking towards me, like some kind of predator.
I search frantically about, desperate to find an escape route before I lose myself in his presence and can’t think clearly, but he reaches me before I can make a run for it.
“Stop trying to run, and stop trying to find a reason for us not to work. I know this is all so new and so completely powerful and overwhelming, but I want you. Not just for a fuck, but in my life. I want to get to know you and those beautiful children; I want to be the one to put that beautiful smile on your face all day, every day. I…” Hunter stops mid speech and I am urging him on inside, eager to hear what he was saying, unfortunately for me, he just shakes his head and lowers his mouth to mine, pecking me on the lips tenderly. “Just believe that I want you and only you. You may get bored or move on, we may fizzle out or we may fall for each other in a way that we never ever want out, but for the meantime lets just get to know each other and have fun doing it. Fuck the heaviness of ex’s. Let’s be two single people, who have a wonderful connection and see where it leads us. I want you and I’m hoping this leads to you being mine permanently.”
“I want that too, now kiss me properly, or go find somebody who will.” I tell him on a giggle, watching his eyes blaze with possessiveness as he ravishes me with a panty melting kiss.
We both hum in the back of our throats, the kiss becoming increasingly heated and both of us easing our way to the bed without coming up for air.
“Oi, lovebirds . . . Oh shit . . . I’ll uh . . . leave you alone and come back later.. . I’m so sorry.” Fuck, trust Lottie and her impeccable timing.
The second this is going in the direction of somewhere interesting, she would have to barge in to the room without knocking and break us apart.
I could bloody well kill her. I am so tightly strung I feel ready to snap.
You wouldn’t think I had the most incredible orgasm I have ever had about ten minutes ago, I feel like a sex addict who has taken a vow of celibacy. Fit to bursting with sexual frustration.
“FUCK” I practically scream throughout the room, “that girl is beyond the most annoying best friend I have. Fucking cock block is what she is.” I huff out, completely pissed off as Hunter leans forward laughing with his hands on his knees.
Oh I’m so pleased the dickhead finds this amusing, well he can sit and swivel if he thinks he’s getting anywhere near my knickers now.
I start to stalk towards the door, the friction of the denim shorts starts rubbing against my clit and making me growl out in frustration.
I can’t bloody win.
Hunter’s hand reaches out and snags my arm, “Slow down there little firecracker, did you just growl at me? Cause that was so fucking sexy.”
Yeah, yeah. Well you can take your sexy and shove it up your arse. I think, ever so close to saying it aloud but biting my tongue to stop myself from lashing out at him.
Judging from the huge erection in his jeans he is just as aroused at me, but handling it a whole lot better.
“Can we just go and find Lottie? I can guarantee the girl is practically planning our wedding now.” Hunter’s eyes flash with something indecipherable and I backtrack over what I just said to try and work out what I said wrong.
The unnamed emotion is gone as quickly as it arrives, his face breaking out in to a grin and his eyes roll in amusement at the situation. “Well what are we waiting for? We best get out there and stop her before she has Harry’s best man speech written out for him.”
We both approach the front room; hand in hand and glaring at my cock block of a best friend. Lottie is sat next to Harry, glass of wine in hand and talking animatedly, from what I can make out it seems to be some sort of bet about timelines and becoming serious.
I don’t know, I just know the girl is drunk and clearly hasn’t stopped drinking at all today. I dread to think of the stuff she actually packed from mine, nope, Dan’s house.
“Oh look, it’s the lurverrrsss.” Lottie sings, once she notices us standing beside her. “Did you fuck his brains out?” Holy shit, she did not just say that. “Oh don’t look so horrified, I whispered it. Didn’t I?” She looks at each of us in turn, taking in Hunter and Harry’s amused expressions and my beet red face, abruptly cackling like a witch. “Crap, I totally said that aloud didn’t I? Oopsy!” Yeah, she seems incredibly apologetic.
Meanwhile, I’m standing here like a lemon, mortified by her words.
Feeling Hunter squeeze my hand in support grounds me a bit, it calms all of my murderous intents about my best friend.
“Oh Connie stop with being such a god damn prude and let’s go out and get drunk.” I stare at Lottie in disbelief, the girl has no filter!
Going out dancing does sound appealing though. I look at Hunter with a pleading expression on my face, eager to get out and dance my troubles away.
Dancing has always been a great stress relief for me, dancing from the age of three was my life before Dan came along.
Teaching it and just messing around with friends, any form of dance made me truly happy. Of course all of that stopped when Dan got his claws in to me, apparently it made me appear easy and come across like a stripper.
How could I have allowed him to wreck every part of myself, everything I loved and caused me happiness I let him suck out of my life.
“Fine, but you are having a strong coffee before we go out. I am not getting somewhere only to have you pass out from being a paralytic twat who hasn’t stopped drinking all day!” I tell her, sticking my tongue out and trying to reign in my excitement at going out boogying without the worry of Dan.
No way am I letting her know that her suggestion is brilliant and just what I need.
Lottie stares longingly at her empty glass of wine, promptly handing it to Harry and reluctantly nodding in my direction.
She gives me a wicked smirk that gets me worrying, she’s up to something, and drunken Lottie making plans is never a good idea.
She stands, wobbling slightly in my direction before making demands. “Right, boys you need to stay up here and get changed. Connie and I will be back, but first we need to sexify ourselves, and apparently I need to sober up a bit. Come on, stop standing around and staring at me and hop to it. NOW” We all jump, doing as Lottie says and rushing to get it done. “Girl, you had better spill what happened with that yummy piece of male meat.” She actually manages to whisper this time in my ear.
I sigh, I knew there was a reason behind her getting us out of here quickly.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I stand before Lottie’s life size mirror, staring at the stranger in front of me.
My hair tumbles in waves down my back, my eyes have been smoked out and have long, thick false eye lashes glued on, mos
t of the changes are the outfit Lottie has placed me in.
Gone are the fanny flashing dresses and hot pants I would have worn pre Dan and in it’s place is an elegant but sexy ensemble.
I would have never thought something so plain on the hanger would suit me or look as good as it does. My legs are encased in washed out denim, super tight, low cut skinny jeans, and white open toe stilettos on my feet.
My breasts are barely held in by the form fitting, white halter neck top with a plunging neckline that reaches my navel.
I have a turquoise fitted blazer placed over the top to finish it off. On the hanger this outfit seemed boring, an everyday mix, but when worn it screams “look at me.”
I keep spinning from left to right, not quite believing that this seductress of a woman standing before me, is actually myself.
I scrub up well! I have always known I was an okay looking girl. Legs most women would kill for, a size 8 – 10 figure, C cup boobs and long blonde that reaches my bum, but I never, in my wildest dreams envisioned looking this bloody hot.
“Lottie I could kiss you, how did you even know this would suit me?” I catch her eyes in the mirror, she seems utterly pleased with my transformation, and so she should, I look amazing if I do say so myself.
I don’t just look hot, I look slutty and respectable at the same time.
“I bought it for you this morning, round about the time Diane sent those photos. I knew then and there that you were going to need something to go out in. And before you argue over cost, call this an early birthday present. You’re lucky that they delivered it so soon, the bitchy woman on the sales desk had the cheek to tell me if I wanted it I could come and collect it myself, they don’t make same day deliveries this short notice apparently. I nearly had a bitch fit, if it wasn’t for me requesting to speak to the manager and her recognising my voice immediately, they would have lost all my custom. Stupid bitch, I spend more in that store in one order then she probably earns in a month.”
Oh no! How much did this outfit set her back. What If I spill something on it.
“Lottie I can’t wear this, I know how much you spend in those stores and if this is anywhere near as expensive as the clothes you buy then I am going to drop dead on this very fine carpet of yours.” I tell her, completely aghast at her waste of perfectly good money.
My eyes are fit to burst from my head, no wonder this outfit looks so bloody good on me. It would do with the sheer amount of money it cost.
Lottie starts laughing, an evil sound breaking free from her mouth. “I can more than afford it, and if I want to spoil my friend then so be it. It’s about time you allowed someone to spoil you. Anyway, I can’t be seen with someone who dresses in clothes from primarni of all places. You either wear the clothes or I give them to a charity shop, they can’t go back now.”
Huh, yeah that makes me feel so much better.
There is no way the cow is going to allow me to remove them now, and to be perfectly honest I’m not a hundred per cent sure I want to remove them, I feel good in them, I will just have to be super careful all night.
Lottie, obviously spotting the resignation on my face, claps her hand and woops aloud, dragging me from her bedroom in to the kitchen to pour me a glass of her nearly empty jug of cocktails.
I finally manage to sober her up a bit and she gets straight back on to the booze, tonight should be interesting.
“How long before the boys are set to meet us here?” I ask, feeling nervous all of a sudden at hunter seeing my new look, I can only hope he likes it.
“Erm, about fifteen minutes.” She tells me, glancing at her watch before swallowing a big mouthful of drink.
I follow suit, needing the courage to face him all of a sudden. “So. Spill! What happened in that bedroom of his before I got there?” Oh bollocks, and there was me thinking she had forgotten.
“If I tell you this, this stays between us. No drunken whispers that are really shout outs to the whole bloody world, no embarrassing comments, you keep quiet and leave any questions or comments that pop in to that head of yours for the next time we are alone. Capiche?” If she cannot control her mouth when we are with the boys, then there is no way in hell I can tell her about our bedroom antics.
“Yeah, yeah. I promise. Just get on with it, they will be here soon.” At my raised eyebrow she crosses her heart with her fingers, “I promise, cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.” I laugh at the silly cow, that comment taking me back to my childhood.
“Okay, Hunter wants me, as in full time wants me.” I tell her, hoping to start at the beginning and rush through it relatively quickly. “Well that much was obvious, duh, you can be so blind sometimes Connie. Now get to the good stuff.” I huff in frustration. I was getting there if she would hush up for a minute.
“Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, Hunter wants me. He came with me to my Mum’s, bought the kid’s loads of presents and won them and my Mother over in the blink of an eye,” I pause to take a deep breath, readying myself for the next part. “We kissed in the toy shop, completely lost control and were berated by an elderly lady. It didn’t end there; we ravished each other in the car park and made it to his bedroom. I was ready to sleep with him, hussy I know, but I get so lost in this man that I don’t care. So there I was, offering it up on a plate and Hunter stops me. I was gutted, felt rejected bla bla bla, but he had good reasons behind it. When he takes me fully he wants to have all of me, he doesn’t want me having doubts or having Dan swimming around in my head. He wants me wholly, completely, with one hundred per cent no regrets. So we settled for some good ole’ fashioned foreplay before the human condom, aka you, stepped in and stopped us from going for another round.” I rush out, talking so fast I am gasping for breath by the end.
I have no clue as to whether she has actually been able to understand what I was saying.
“Woah, woah, woah. Hold up a second there buddy. Forget the rest of the boring mush, we already know that he wants you, I wanna know why it’s taken you all this time to tell me you nearly slept with him, more importantly how big his cock is.. geeesh, and here I thought I was meant to be your bestie. Sharing is caring and all that crap.” She looks at me over the rim of the cocktail glass as she takes a swig of her drink, mock indignation written all over her face.
Of course she would want to skip straight to the sex, in clear Lottie fashion it’s all about the cock.
“Lot’s you have no shame, I will tell you this though. He is absolutely humongous, like so huge that it cannot possibly fit…MASSIVE…HE JUST CANNOT FIT! It’s pretty damn scary in a way. I don’t even know how to begin to describe it, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to take it any further anyway.”
“Oh my fucking god, that’s like the first time you have given me a straight answer, none of this going round the houses crap and giving me half-truths. Did he at least make you cum? How good did he make you feel on a scale of one to ten?”
My cheeks flame at the crudeness of her words, as if I want to be detailing my orgasm aloud to my friend. “Er, Lots, I may not mind giving you information with regards to his private male parts, but there is no way in hell I am telling you what went on with mine. That’s just TMI.. I will say this though, the man.is.a god..AMEN!!!” I say, sipping my way through my cocktail and trying to come across as totally unaffected by her questioning, in reality I am reeling on the inside at what she is asking me.
“Hm, yeah. I can see that. I can only hope you give him a chance and not push him away in fear. I know you, and you are completely arse backwards. You cling to the bad and look over the good. Not this time buddy, nah ah, I’m gonna be here to stop you!” Yep, nail on the head right there, I threw away a fantastic life with my Mum, for a hellish existence with Dan, worst of all I did cling to it and was scared to give it up, a small part of me still feels the pull to go home, that fear of him moving on is swimming around in my head, him wanting someone more than me, even if I don’t want to be
with him.
I feel so torn that I have no choice but to block it out. I can only hope in time it goes.
One minute I’m better off and the next I miss him. My brain is so frazzled I couldn’t tell you which way is up, I really am fucked up.
We hear a knock at the door, and my nerves kick in to high gear.
Considering I have spent the day in his presence, I am so on edge over seeing him.
I beg Lottie to drop our conversation and keep what I have told her to myself, thankfully she nods, frowning at my frantic arm movements and hushed whispers. “Yes, I fucking heard you. Chill the fuck out will you! Finish the rest of your drink and stop being such a worry wart for once in your life.” Huh, I didn’t think I was that bad. I don’t want Hunter to know we had been discussing his cock and his orgasm skills is all.
I sit with my bum perched on the bar stool, my back facing Lottie and the boys, so tense I feel ready to snap.
My heart is beating frantically and for some unknown reason I feel physically sick.
I nurse my drink, needing the courage it offers.
I feel his presence, the hairs on my arms standing to attention and the warmth in my lower tummy becoming a raging fire, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being in his proximity. “You look beautiful.” He whispers in my ear, a shiver wracking my body.
I spin on the stool, turning to face him, the air crackling with the sexual tension surrounding us. He steps forward, placing his legs between mine and tilts my head back, taking my mouth with his and dominating it.
I am no longer in control of my body, my lust fuelled mind taking over.
My hands roam their way up his back, tickling the back of his neck and massaging their way into his scalp.
I tug on the roots, pushing his lips harder against mine, crushing them in a brutal kiss. I become a wanton woman when he is around, and boy do I want him. We slowly make our way back to reality, hearing Lottie and Harry catcalling from the other side of the island. This man consumes me, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I lose all control around him and everything else ceases to exist, Dan becomes a long forgotten bad memory.