My Princess: A Hotwife Novel

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by Lexi Archer


  Isaac grinned. “So you’re going to give Brandy my number? Because that could get pretty interesting pretty fast, if you know what I mean.”

  I reached out and smacked him, but it wasn’t with much force. I was pretty sure he was joking. Even if he wasn’t joking I was pretty sure I wouldn’t mind considering the whole new dimension we were opening up with our relationship tonight.

  “I know exactly what you’d like to do with Brandy,” I said. “And you can dream on. That’s not happening?”

  “Really? Why not? I mean I don’t want to get too serious here, but you’re already talking about bringing in William and maybe Tiffany if it turns out the two of them are a package deal. Is it really a big deal to bring your roommate in on that too?”

  I thought about that for a moment. Really thought about it. I suppose he did have a point, even if it wasn’t a point I wanted to agree with. What was the difference between Tiffany and Brandy? Sure I’d known Brandy for a whole year longer than I’d known Tiffany, but still. Brandy was a pretty girl. I knew she liked Isaac even if she acted like the guys playing princes were better. I certainly knew she was into William and would more than welcome another opportunity to get with him.

  Even if that opportunity came in a threesome. Foursome. Fivesome. However the fuck many people were coming over for what we were doing.

  “It would be weird having my roommate in on that,” I said. “But I suppose I can’t really say anything if we’re already going this far. After all, what better time to do something like that than right now when we’re young and a little drunk?”

  “Amen to that!” Isaac said. He even held up an imaginary drink as though he was about to lead a toast. I giggled as I pulled my phone out and dialed Brandy’s number. She was terrible about answering texts when she was partying.

  She picked up after a couple of rings. That was some kind of record.

  “Where the hell are you?” Brandy asked.

  I paused for a moment. Sure I was a little tipsy, but I could tell there was something about the tone of her voice that said something was up. I was immediately on guard, though I’m not sure why.

  “What’s going on Brandy?” I asked.

  “William was looking for you a minute ago, though I don’t know where he is now. Then some other girl appeared beside him, pretty enough even if she wasn’t exactly who he’s usually with, and he shrugged and said she’d do and they disappeared.”

  I felt a chill running through me. That other girl had to be Tiffany. That had to mean he’d decided to take the other option for the night. He’d decided to slim it and get with one of the girls who wasn’t in the acting program. I felt a flame of jealousy rising inside me at the thought of him getting with Tiffany, but I pushed down on that flame of jealousy.

  After all, we were all one big happy group. At least I hoped we would be if everything worked out. There was still a good chance there’d be a huge blowup.

  “Do you know where William went? Is he still at the party?”

  “Wait a minute…”

  Damn. I’d hoped Brandy would be tipsy enough that she couldn’t put two and two together, but I knew that tone. She was putting things together, damn it. I didn’t need this right now.

  “Why are you interested in knowing where William went? I thought you were with Isaac? I told him the two of you probably went off somewhere to fuck like rabbits because I thought that’s what you’d want. Are you telling me you’re going to cheat on Isaac now? Because that makes me look like a real bitch you know.”

  I had to pause for a moment and wrap my head around the convoluted series of logic twists Brandy had to take to get to the point where she was mad at me for maybe cheating on my boyfriend. I could see how she got there through the miracle of drunk logic, but it was the sort of thing that I could only understand because I was still more than a little drunk myself.

  Which probably had a lot to do with why I was even considering doing something like this in the first place.

  “What’s going on here?” she asked, her voice slurring just a little from all the booze she’d no doubt had tonight. “Is there something going on here?”

  “Look, I don’t have time to explain anything,” I said. Though of course the real answer was that I didn’t want to take the time to explain anything. It was all complicated and I didn’t want to go into it with Brandy. “Could you just give me William’s phone number?”

  “Man, Isaac is going to be pissed off when he finds out what you’re up to,” Brandy said. “I wouldn’t mind having a go at him when he dumps you. You wouldn’t mind that, would you?”

  I growled. “Just give me the damn number Brandy.”

  I guess I’d confirmed one thing, at least. She was into Isaac. I’m sure he’d be happy to hear all about that. I felt a little stab of jealousy again. Why would the two of them be all over each other? It just felt wrong with my roommate and my boyfriend, but at the same time I felt like I was being backed into a corner. After all, could I really be all that upset about the two of them getting it on if Isaac was letting William have his way with me?

  It felt like I was being queen bitch by not letting him have his fun when he was letting me have my fun. Even if the jealousy was threatening to consume me. It was a strange jealousy, though. Jealousy that burned with an odd fire. Jealousy that was almost turning me on.

  I wondered if this is how Isaac felt when he thought of me with another man. If it was then I could understand why he thought the idea of me with another guy was so fucking hot. Damn. This was uncomfortable and a turn on.

  “I’ll text the number over to you, you dirty slut,” Brandy said. “Just try not to do anything I wouldn’t do, which isn’t much when I think about it. William is into some pretty kinky shit.”

  And with that the phone line was dead. I felt a bit of relief even as I also felt some disappointment. Brandy wasn’t coming over. Brandy wouldn’t be trying to get with Isaac tonight. Sure there was still Tiffany to contend with, and I knew exactly how she felt about Isaac. That caused the jealousy to flare up all over again.

  Oh yeah, there would be plenty of fuel for this fire if William came over. Maybe it was for the best that Brandy wouldn’t be joining them.

  My phone dinged and a message popped up with a second phone number in it. I hit the number and it popped up, and my thumb hovered over the send button on my phone wondering just what the hell I was going to say to William. How was I going to explain all of this? I was right in the middle of it and I still wasn’t entirely certain what the hell was going on here.

  The phone rang once. Twice. I was starting to think he wasn’t going to be there or that he was in the middle of having fun with Tiffany after the third ring. I was about to give up and hang up, call it a night, by the end of the fourth ring. I felt a profound sense of disappointment running through me.

  A click. Loud music in the background that was a little more immediate than the loud music drifting into the apartment which created a very weird disconnect between what I was hearing through the phone and what I heard through my free ear.

  “Hello?”

  I felt weak in the knees. I felt like I was going to collapse back. The only thing that kept me up in that moment was Isaac appearing behind me with a steadying hand on my back.

  “You okay?” he whispered.

  I nodded. I didn’t want to say anything. Saying something this close to the phone would be giving up the game. He’d hear my voice and he’d know it was me on the other end of the line. It felt like as long as he didn’t know who I was I was safe. I could hang up the phone and that would be that. This would be a little adventure that I ended up not taking. That’s all. No more.

  I sighed. I wasn’t going to do anything like that, because there was a fire burning in my stomach. A fire burning between my legs. I needed to feel William there between my legs as much as Isaac needed to see William there between my legs.

  “Hello? Who is this? I don’t recognize the number,” William
said.

  “Um, hello?” I asked.

  “Ha! I knew it,” William said. “Couldn’t resist me after all? How’d you get this number anyways?”

  I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge to tell him to go fuck himself. I didn’t want him to go fuck himself. I wanted him to fuck me. If I had to put up with him being an asshole to get that to happen? To fulfill that fantasy for my boyfriend? Well I’d put up with it.

  Hell, who was I even kidding? I wasn’t doing this just for Isaac. This was as much for me as it was for him. I felt some guilty shame at that knowledge, but it wasn’t going to stop me from doing what I was going to do.

  “I got it from Brandy,” I said.

  A pause. Laughter on the other end of the line. I waited for him to come back, gritting my teeth again and reminding myself over and over that this was going to be worth it. This was going to be fucking hot. This was going to be the hottest sex of my life because it was forbidden, a grudge fuck, and a fantasy for my boyfriend all wrapped up into one.

  “I can’t believe she gave you my number,” William said. “Do you have any idea how much I begged her for your number? That was one reason I kicked her to the curb. She wasn’t willing to play nice.”

  I blinked. I hadn’t realized that was a thing. Brandy never mentioned that the reason she didn’t go on more dates with William was because she refused to give him info on me. I suddenly had a new respect for my roommate and friend, and at the same time I also felt horrible for the jealous thoughts I’d had about her getting with Isaac.

  Those weren’t nice thoughts. No, not at all.

  “So are you going to tell me why you called?” William asked.

  There was a moment where the noise of the crowd got louder and he seemed to be talking to someone in the background. Telling whoever it was that he’d be off the phone in a minute and that it was nobody on the other end of the line. I thought I recognized Tiffany and I felt another pang of guilt. I knew if I asked him to come over here tonight then he’d drop Tiffany in a heartbeat and leave her high and dry. That would be the second time a guy had done that to her because of me, and I didn’t think I could live with that kind of guilt.

  Still, I wanted this so bad. Maybe I could split the difference and not feel like such a bitch.

  “Isaac and I were wondering if maybe you and Tiffany wanted to come over and hang out for a little bit. Take the party back to my place and all that,” I said.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Totally serious,” I said.

  “And your boyfriend knows about this? He’s over there too?”

  “Yup. He wants you to come over and party with us,” I said.

  Another pause. Some muffled conversation. Then a sound as though he was walking somewhere. I frowned. What the heck was going on over there? When he spoke into the phone again it was with a muted voice.

  “What if I have someone with me? Can I bring her along too or do you want me to ditch your friend?”

  I smiled and shook my head. It seemed that he knew exactly what we were inviting him over for. Then again when it came to getting with women I imagined he was something of an expert. I had a feeling there wasn’t much he hadn’t done with girls over the years.

  “You can bring her along if she wants to come along. The question is whether she’d be up for the kind of party we’re going to have,” I said.

  “Oh she’ll be up for it if I tell her that’s where we’re going. Trust me on that one,” he said. “I’ll be over there in a couple of minutes.”

  The phone line went dead. I didn’t even have time to tell him where I lived. Then it hit me that of course I didn’t have to tell him where I lived. He’d been with Brandy. He’d probably fucked her just down the hall from where I stood right now. He knew exactly where I lived, and it excited me and creeped me out just a little knowing that he’d been here with her. I’d never thought of it like that before.

  “So what’s going on?” Isaac asked, coming up behind me and pulling me against him. “Is tonight a go or are we going to have to wait for some other time?”

  “Oh tonight is one hell of a go,” I said. “He’s coming over right now and he seems pretty confident he’s going to be able to bring Tiffany along too.”

  “Interesting,” Isaac said. There was a brief pause. “Are you okay with that?”

  I sighed. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but at the same time it was too late to think about things like that wasn’t it? They were on their way over, and if I wanted this to happen then I was going to have to be okay with Tiffany being there too. I felt selfish not wanting to share two men, but there we were.

  “Yeah, I guess I have to be fine with it if this is going to happen,” I said. “I can’t complain anyways. Not with you being nice enough to let me fuck another guy.”

  “Believe me, there’s a hell of a lot in it for me too,” Isaac said.

  I wheeled around and put my arms around his neck. Looked into his eyes as I started grinding against his cock which was pressing out against my stomach.

  “Oh really? So it really turns you on that much thinking about your girlfriend fucking another guy? You know I hate that guy. I hate him and I’m going to let him stick his cock inside me and fuck me. He’s going to explode inside me while you watch. Is that what you want?”

  “Oh fuck baby,” Isaac groaned. “If you keep that up for much longer then I’m going to explode right now. Why don’t you tone it down a little so I don’t have any premature problems?”

  I smiled and winked at him. “If that’s what you want then sure, I’ll play nice.”

  “Good girl,” Isaac said. He leaned down to kiss me and I was about to lean up to meet his lips with mine when I heard something that made me come to a halt. The sound of keys in the door. I pulled away from the kiss and looked up at Isaac with panic plain on my face.

  “Who the…”

  The door opened and I heard someone coming in, and I realized that it could only be one person. Brandy had decided to join us. Damn it.

  15: New Arrivals

  Melody:

  I pulled away from Isaac and marched my ass to the front door. I put my hands on my hips and glared at Brandy as she stepped through. Though it might be more accurate to say she stumbled through the door. She looked like she’d definitely been hitting it pretty hard out at the party.

  Harder than she usually did. I wondered what was up.

  “Are you crazy coming back here?” I said.

  Okay, so maybe I was a little angry with her for coming out here. But hey, could you blame a girl? She had to know something was going on here if she came back to the apartment. She locked eyes with me and giggled.

  “Come on Melody,” she said. “You don’t get to hog all the fun to yourself. I know you’re up to something and I want to know what it is!”

  I sighed. It looked like tonight was a night for doing things that I never would’ve thought in a million years I was interested in doing. Like I was about to invite Brandy into our night of fun even if I still felt a sense of lingering jealousy at the idea of her joining us.

  And it suddenly hit me exactly why I had that sense of lingering jealousy at the idea of Brandy joining us. Tiffany was one thing. She was pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way, but she wasn’t model good looking like me. Like Brandy. I guess in Brandy I saw someone who could actually be competition. I saw a girl who could actually have a chance of stealing Isaac away from me in a way that Tiffany could never hope to.

  With Tiffany I knew that I’d won. I won that first day when I asked him out and he agreed even though he’d been pretty sure she was on the verge of asking him out. With Brandy it was different. She was a ten out of ten just like me. She could steal him away without thinking.

  And that was something I was going to have to deal with tonight, because it looked like for better or worse Brandy was going to be joining us. Damn it.

  “You knew something was going on here and you just had to come out here and
see what it was, didn’t you?” I hissed.

  “Hey, don’t get mad at me. You’re the one calling me asking for William’s phone number then not telling me why you want his number. Can you blame a girl for being a little curious after you pull something like that?”

  I smacked a hand to my forehead and squeezed my eyes shut. Could I blame a girl for being a little curious after I pulled something like that? No, not really. Could I be pissed off at Brandy for taking this opportunity to come over and see what was going on? Absolutely.

  “I can’t believe you,” I said.

  “Is William…”

  Isaac rounded the corner and seemed very surprised to see Brandy standing there. Not that I could blame him. I was still very surprised to see Brandy standing there. She knew exactly what she was doing when she came out here, and if she had any doubts that something was going on they had to be thrown out as soon as she heard Isaac mention William.

  Damn it, damn it, damn it. Why did he have to open his big mouth on top of everything else? Well that answer was easy enough. He had to open his big mouth because he was excited at the idea of finally having his fantasy fulfilled.

  “Brandy,” he said. “Good to see you.”

  Isaac’s eyes ran up and down her body and I felt a stab of jealousy again. The way he was looking at her left no doubt in my mind just how good he thought it was that he was seeing her. She did look like a hot little number in a tube top and a pair of shorts that looked like they were painted on. I felt a little twinge myself, and that must’ve been the alcohol talking because I’d never felt like that about one of my friends before.

  Of course I had made out with some of my friends before, but that was always when we were trying to get guys all hot and bothered at a party. I’d never thought of getting with one of my friends though. That was way different from making out.

  Only now here I was and I was so turned on and so keyed up from everything else that was going on that I couldn’t help myself. Damn. It said something about how turned on I already was that I was standing here seriously considering hopping into the sack with Brandy of all people.

 

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