Anything Like Me

by Kimberly Knight

  “Hold on,” Brandon said, rising off of my body to stand up.

  “Wha…what? Why?” I asked, trying to reach for him to pull him back to me.

  “I have an idea,” he said, shrugging his robe off until it slid all the way down his body to the floor.

  I scooted up on the bed to get more comfortable while Brandon walked over and grabbed the champagne and ice bucket. Reaching his hand in the melting ice, he grabbed a cube and looked up at me with hooded eyes. I slipped my hand down between my legs and started to rub my aching clit, trying to ease the ache between my legs as I watched his lips curl in a smile.

  “I love it when you play with yourself,” he groaned.

  My body heat rose at his words as I continued to tease myself. Brandon rested his body to the side of mine and circled the freezing ice around my nipple and then the other. My mouth parted and I moaned as the sensation rippled through me. I rubbed my clit harder and faster as Brandon slid the ice cube down my belly toward my pussy.

  Brandon stopped the ice on my navel and rubbed it over my abdomen until the remaining ice melted and pooled in my belly button. He leaned over and slurped the water out from my skin and then reached over and grabbed another ice cube and the champagne bottle.

  My body was on fire; as he ran the ice cube down my stomach again, it cooled a path that quickly heated up. This time, Brandon didn’t stop at my belly button. He continued to trail the ice down through my pubic hair to my hand, where I was flicking my clit with my finger.

  “Here, use this,” he said, handing me the ice cube only to return to the bucket and grab more ice.

  I slid the ice up and down my slit, shooting shivers through my body. I could feel the ice melting quickly as the water dripped down my pussy and onto the bed. Brandon’s hard cock pressed into my outer thigh as he slid two ice cubes around my torso. My body was on the verge of shattering as I worked my clit with the melting ice.

  Brandon started to slowly pour the champagne over my stomach after the ice melted in his hand. “Mmmmm, you taste even better like this,” he said, drinking the champagne from my chest valley and navel.

  I needed to touch him. I reached my free hand between our sides and stroked his rock hard length effortlessly as he hissed on contact. “Will you do it–––please?” I begged, needing him between my legs.

  I released his cock so he could position himself between my legs. My breasts now ached from no attention, so I grabbed them, kneading each soft mound in my hands as I felt Brandon’s firm tongue lap up the juices from my pussy. A thin layer of sweat was beginning to cover my skin since there was no more ice to cool it down.

  He slid his tongue up until it met my throbbing clit as I whimpered from the blissful sensation. Brandon flicked my clit with his tongue, up and down, round and round, until my body about to tip over with sheer pleasure.

  “Even though,” he whispered as his tongue flicked over my pussy, “I just tasted this not that many hours ago, I will never get tired of tasting you.

  “Yeah…don’t stop,” I moaned.

  He didn’t stop. His tongue fluttered my nub until I couldn’t hold it any longer. My body erupted with pleasure. “Fuck me!” I moaned.

  “Oh, I plan on it, future Mrs. Montgomery. On your knees.”

  As soon as my body finished celebrating, I quickly got to my hands and knees, eagerly wanting his perfect cock. The bed dipped as Brandon came up and positioned himself behind me. His cock teased the entrance of my dripping pussy until finally with one smooth thrust, he filled me––bareback.

  I moaned in lust, my back arching as his cock slid against my soaked walls. His balls slapped against my pussy as I closed my eyes tight, savoring every sensation as my body began to build to erupting again. Brandon gripped my hips tight, and I knew he was on the verge of shattering, too.

  I could feel his cock growing inside me, and I knew at any second he was going to erupt. I bucked my hips back, meeting his thrusts, his balls slapping harder into me. “Fuck,” I moaned again as his grip tightened on my hips. Finally, my body won the battle, I came––hard, just as Brandon groaned his own release.

  He pulled out of me and cum began to drip down the back of my thigh. Reaching over, he grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to clean it up.

  “This is one bad thing about not wearing condoms,” I said.

  “What is?”

  “It’s messy,” I said, giggling slightly.

  “Now I just need to invest in tissues instead of condoms,” he said, kissing my right butt cheek before slapping it playfully.

  After cleaning up and dressing in our PJs, we both climbed into bed––exhausted. Sleep was now winning the battle. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight. We said our goodnights, kissed each other softly, and then drifted off to sleep with our bodies entangled with each other.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Brandon and I enjoyed breakfast in bed followed by a morning shower to start our day. Before checking out of the hotel room, he called Blake to meet us at MoMo’s. Since moving, we hadn’t been there to eat in a long time, and I missed our old stomping grounds.

  “So, how was last night?” Blake asked as we sat down at a high-top table near the bar.

  “None of your business,” Brandon replied.

  Our waitress came over and took our drink order while we still were unsure of what we were having for lunch. I ordered a Cosmopolitan, Brandon ordered a pint of Blue Moon and Blake ordered his Pepper Jack.

  “Thanks again for letting me crash for a few days,” Blake said genuinely.

  “Of course, anytime,” Brandon responded.

  “So, what happened with Stacey? I thought you guys were going to last this time?”

  Blake gave a heavy sigh. “I don’t know, Spence; we have a love hate relationship.”

  “But things were going good, right?” I asked.

  Stacey and I had kept in contact since Christmas. I had given her information to my friend, Audrey, in L.A. to hopefully give her contacts to pursue her acting career. She told me that she and Blake were getting along better than ever, and she had hoped that when he moved out of his parents’ house, they would find a place together. I guess that wasn’t the case.

  “We were––we are. I don’t know. She started talking about moving in together and it started to freak me out.”

  “Why did you have to fly halfway across the country?” Brandon asked with a slight chuckle. “Just don’t move in with her.”

  “Dude, mom and dad are breathing down my neck to move out, and Stacey thought it was the best idea in the world. I just…I just needed to get away from them all. Again, I’m really sorry I didn’t call.”

  “It’s okay, Blake––really,” I said, setting down my menu, finally deciding to have the pulled pork sandwich with fries.

  Blake reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his phone. “Fuck, Mom and Dad won’t stop calling me!” he said with clenched teeth, tossing his phone on the table in front of him.

  “I’m sure they’re just worried about you. They just want to make sure you made it okay,” I said.

  “They don’t know I’m here.”

  “What the fuck, Blake? You left and didn’t tell them? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Brandon asked with a raised voice, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Look, we already established that I left without thinking. We don’t need to keep rehashing it,” Blake said, taking a long sip of his drink that the waitress recently placed on the table. Before the waitress walked away, Blake ordered another drink.

  “Jesus Christ, Blake!” Brandon shouted, reaching into his jeans for his phone.

  “What are you doing?” Blake asked. “Telling Mommy and Daddy on me? You do know that I’m a grown man.”

  “I’m just telling them you’re here. I don’t want them to keep worrying about your ass.”

  Brandon held his phone up to his ear as I sat awkwardly, taking a few small sips of my Cosmo
. People finally started to turn back around after staring at us while Brandon yelled at Blake. Blake pounded the rest of his drink as our waitress brought out his next round and told us that our lunch should arrive soon. Brandon started talking to his dad and told him that Blake was here. Blake excused himself from the table, and because I felt bad for Stacey, I sent her a text, letting her know that Blake was with us.

  Stacey: Are you fucking kidding me?

  Me: Yeah, he arrived last night. Oh btw, Brandon proposed last night, too! :)

  Stacey: Congrats! I am so happy for you two. As far as Blake…I don’t even know what to think. What did he tell you?

  Shit, why did I feel obligated to tell Stacey about Blake? I did it because I would want to know if my boyfriend took off out of town without telling me, too, but now I didn’t know if I should tell her what Blake said. I didn’t want or need Blake mad at me.

  Me: He just said that he needed to get away. I guess Robert and Aimee want him out of the house now?

  Stacey: So he moves to California?

  Me: Um… I hope he didn’t move to California! I mean, if he wants to live here, it better not be with me and Brandon! He said he is just here for a few days. Let him miss you.

  Stacey: I’m so tired of his shit. I shouldn’t have pushed him to move in with me, but seriously, we have been dating forever.

  Me: Blake is coming back to the table… just give him a few days. I’ll try and talk some sense into him ;)

  Stacey: Good luck!

  Blake returned from the restroom just as Brandon hung up with his dad, and I wasn’t sure what Brandon told him since I had been busy texting Stacey.

  “Everything okay?” I asked Brandon.

  “Yeah, they are just pissed he didn’t tell them. Mom has been freaking out all day because Stacey called the house looking for this jackass,” he said, lightly shoving Blake’s shoulder.

  “Whatever. All’s right with the world again. Everyone can calm down now that they know where I am.”

  “Don’t be an ass, Blake. They love you and care about you,” Brandon said, sipping his beer.

  “Whatever, let's just drop it,” Blake said, taking a sip of his second drink.

  We sat in an awkward silence. There was definitely tension in the air as Blake continued to drink his second drink and Brandon and I sipped our first. My phone buzzed on the table and I held my breath, hoping Stacey’s name didn’t appear on the screen or I was sure more shit would hit the fan. Luckily it was Ryan––well kind of lucky.

  Ryan: Why the fuck haven’t you called me today?

  Me: Sorry! We are out with Blake at MoMo’s. Oh and yeah…Brandon proposed last night :P

  Ryan: Wait… Blake?

  Me: Yeah he showed up last night after Brandon proposed :/

  Finally our waitress brought us our lunch as we were all now on our phones and not talking to each other. Before she could walk away, Blake ordered another drink for himself and Brandon ordered another beer. I shot Brandon a questioning look. This was Blake’s third drink in less than an hour. How the hell was he going to drive my car home?

  Before I could put my phone back in my purse, Ryan texted me back.

  Ryan: Wow, crazy! Fill me in later and congrats on your engagement finally! I want to see the ring this weekend.

  Me: Thanks! I’ll call you later.

  I put the phone back in my purse. The boys were still not talking to each other. Ha, and they say girls are moody?

  “So, what do you want to see first?” I asked Blake, trying to ease the heavy tension.

  He thought for a few moments and then answered, “I’ve always wanted to check out Alcatraz.”

  “Oh, that’s a good idea. I’ve actually never been.”

  “Neither have I,” Brandon said, giving me my smile.

  “Then it’s settled,” I said. “After we eat, we can head over and check out the tour times.”

  *~*~*

  Brandon drove us to Pier 33 after we ate lunch. I didn’t want Blake driving my car and I was happy when Brandon pointed out that it would be packed down there, even though it was a Thursday, and we should only take one car. After parking a few blocks away, we walked down to the pier and stood in line to get tickets for the tour.

  “Hey, let's come back and do the night tour,” Blake said, pointing at the board with the tour times.

  “That sounds cool,” Brandon said.

  “I don’t…know––isn’t it haunted?” I asked, my fear of ghosts lurking in my head.

  Brandon and Blake started laughing and then Brandon asked, “Babe, you’re afraid of ghosts?”

  “Um, yeah! Have you seen how creepy they are?”

  “Spencer, they won’t hurt you,” Blake said, making fun of me.

  “Um, the hell they won’t! I’ve seen movies.”

  “What movies have ghosts that hurt people?” Brandon asked, still smiling at me like I was an idiot.

  “Like…like The Exorcism of Emily Rose!” I screeched.

  “Babe, that wasn’t even about ghosts,” Brandon said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and kissing the side of my head, trying to stifle his laugh.

  “I don’t care, that movie fucked me up for months. I don’t do scary stuff––period. You guys can come back later if you want to do the night one,” I offered.

  “Oh, I like that idea,” Blake said.

  “Let’s do the day one and if we still want to come back at night, we can,” Brandon said to Blake.

  We bought tickets for the next tour and boarded the ferry to take us to The Rock. Once we docked, we took the two and a half hour tour and learned almost everything there was to know about the famous prison. I was intrigued with knowing that so many criminals had once lived there, like Al Capone, George “Machine Gun” Kelly and Robert Franklin Straud, who was better known as “The Birdman of Alcatraz”.

  It’s kind of crazy to imagine what the world used to be like compared to how it is today. What if Alcatraz was still an active prison? That would be awesome and scary at the same time…scary to have a rock full of criminals only two miles from the town I lived in.

  “Let’s go for drinks,” Blake said as we rode the ferry back to the pier.

  Brandon looked to me as we silently spoke. I didn’t want to go for drinks. Someone needed to head home and check on Niner, and even though I was enjoying spending time with my future brother-in-law, I flat out didn’t want to go.

  “I think Spencer and I are going to head home,” Brandon said.

  Both of us didn’t need to go home, though. Brandon should spend time with his brother while he was here since he lived so far away and barely saw him. “Why don’t you two go out, maybe call Jason to come as well? I’ll just go home and check on Niner and catch up on TV.” I did have a few episodes of Real Housewives to catch up on since I didn’t get to do that the night before like I planned on my way home.

  “Yeah man, I haven’t seen Jason in a long time. Call his ass!” Blake said, gesturing for Brandon to make the call.

  “Babe, are you sure?”

  “Of course, go have fun. Blake isn’t here that long and needs to let off some steam.” I turned and smiled at Blake. “I get to keep you forever,” I said, turning back to Brandon, kissing his lips.

  “Spencer, have I told you how much I love you?” Blake asked.

  “No, but I’m glad you don’t hate me,” I said, laughing.

  “You’re going to fit right in,” Blake said, nudging my shoulder with his.

  Brandon leaned over and kissed the side of my head. “She’s a perfect fit.”

  *~*~*

  On my drive home, I called my mom, Julie, and told her the good news. Of course, she already knew since Brandon had already spoken with my dad. My sister, Stephanie, was over at my parents’ house for dinner, so I was able to tell her as well. We talked about everything that I had dreamed of for my wedding as a little girl.

  When Stephanie was nine and I was seven, she and I played dress up, and we each
had married our imaginary boyfriends. We joked that my real wedding would have real food instead of plastic, and real people attending instead of all our stuffed animals. I really missed my sister. Stephanie also agreed to be a bridesmaid––of course.

  Niner was extremely happy to see me as I walked into the house. He jumped on me as I entered the door, licking my face and wagging his tail fast.

  “Hey Buddy, did Tianna come walk you today?”

  Since Brandon and I now had almost an hour long commute to work every day, we had hired our neighbor, Tianna, to come over throughout the day to take Niner to the dog park so he wouldn’t have any accidents inside the house. Tianna was a super sweet animal lover. She didn’t have kids, but she loved her nieces and nephews like her own. She would take Niner with her while she walked her own dogs.

  “You want to go for another walk?” I asked. I hadn’t been to the gym since Tuesday, and Brandon and I usually didn’t go on Fridays, so I needed to do some sort of exercise before calling it a night.

  Niner and I walked around the neighborhood while I called and talked to first Ryan and then Becca about Brandon proposing. Of course, I made Ryan my Maid of Honor, and I asked Becca to be a bridesmaid. They were both honored and couldn’t wait to start helping me plan it…even if Brandon and I didn’t have a date, yet. Every person I talked to asked me when we were getting married. Give us a day, people!

  Ryan told me that she still had all of her old bridal magazines and phone numbers of caterers, photographers, venue sites––you name it, she had it. We made plans to meet for lunch over the weekend and start planning what I had dreamed of since Stephanie and I were little girls.

  Niner and I walked back home and we both immediately headed to the kitchen for dinner. I set his leash on the beige granite countertop and opened the stainless steel refrigerator, standing in front of it as I contemplated what to make. This used to be much easier when I had Brandon home. Since he was a good cook and I wasn’t half bad either, we usually made dinner together. Now here I stood, just staring and waiting for culinary inspiration to hit me.

  Spoiling my little buddy, I decided to make Niner and I each a turkey burger for dinner. After all, I wasn’t eating alone. After grilling each burger on the Griddler, I walked over to the couch in the living room with my plate in one hand and a glass of Pinot in the other. I set them down on the coffee table, flipped on the TV and selected the oldest episode of Real Housewives of Orange County that I had saved on the DVR.