Wanting Winter

by J. L. Ostle

Winter looks at me. “I am not sure yet.”

  I know what I wanted her to say: that she is doing me.

  “We should go to Club Nina; we haven’t been there for a while.”

  “I was thinking of spending this weekend with Trent.” She bites her lip and I give her a wink.

  “You two never leave each other’s side. Please don’t tell me you are going to be that kind of girl who stops seeing her friends because she is so wrapped up with her boyfriend. It is meant to be chicks before dicks.”

  I laugh. “I am sure that’s not how the saying goes.”

  “Yeah, isn’t it bros before hoes?” Drake asks.

  I smile at him and he blushes and looks back down to his book.

  “You know what I’m getting at. All I’m asking for is one night with my bestie.” She pouts and gives Winter the puppy dog eyes.

  “Fine. You win. We will go clubbing.”

  I slump in my seat: I am going to have to be around Candice on a weekend where I should be staying safely away from her.

  “Yay. Love you. I need to think what to wear now.” Candice stops talking and looks like she is thinking.

  “I am sure you are going to wear something tight and sexy,” Winter says.

  “I like going all out when I’m going on the town: you never know who you’re going to meet. Have to give a good impression.”

  “What? That you want a good fuck?” Winter jokes and laughs but Candice doesn’t even smile.

  I thought it was funny.

  “I can’t believe you said that to me.” Candice crosses her arms.

  “You know I was only messing.” Winter hugs her even though Candice still stays like a statue.

  “You have been around him for too long.” She sneers at me and I glare back at her. I feel like we are giving each other stare off.

  “You two really need to get on, you both are important to me so please stop this,” Winter’s says with a sigh.

  Yeah, all week Candice has been nitpicking, obviously trying to make Winter see my flaws. I continue to glare at her. Trust me, if looks could kill, Candice would be six feet under. I see how she is around men; I have even caught her fucking different men the last three days. Like she wanted me to catch her.

  I shiver just thinking about putting my dick inside her.

  “You don’t see me and Drake acting like children.” She points to him, and, bless him, he blushes. He really needs to stop liking my girl like that.

  “Fine, I just don’t want to lose my friend,” Candice says sadly.

  “You would never lose me; you are stuck with me for life.”

  That’s a scary thought.

  “Okay,” she says.

  I am looking at my phone when I feel a foot press on my dick, caressing it. I almost knock the table as I jump. I look up to see Winter standing telling Candice she is going to grab something to eat and she blows me a kiss before walking away. Candice smirks at me before looking at her own phone.

  I try to push her foot away without it making it obvious when I get a message and notice it’s from her. How the fuck did she even get my number?

  Candice: If you push my foot away again, I will start talking about the locker room in front of your friend.

  I inwardly growl and when I look up she is still looking at her phone but has the biggest grin on her face. I open my legs a little and her foot is back on my cock, playing with it, I hate how hard it starts to get.

  I continue to look at my phone trying to distract myself, but my dick is getting harder and Candice isn’t easing off. I am scared she will continue with Winter right next to her.

  I quickly stand, telling Drake I’m heading to the bathroom and that I won’t be long. I don’t look at Candice and once I’m in a cubicle, I free my cock and start rubbing one off.

  I hate that I have a huge sex drive. I am so used to getting my dick wet that my cock expects a release. I fucked Winter until the cows came home and yet I’m still wanting more.

  Leaning my head against the wall, I groan out, wanting my release to hurry. I speed up when there is a knock on the door, and I growl when I hear Candice’s voice.

  “Stop stalking me,” I spit at her.

  “Open the fucking door now,” she spits back.

  I open it up and she quickly comes in, taking hold of my cock and rubbing it, closing the door right behind her. She pushes me down so I’m sitting on the toilet seat, she hovers above me before spreading her legs open sliding down on my cock.

  I don’t stop her.

  Once I’m inside her, my dick pulses.

  “I guess I found your weakness.” She starts bouncing up and down panting. “Your cock,” she says, holding onto my shoulders.

  I wrap my arms around her middle, my head pressed against her as she continues fucking me. Thoughts of Winter are far from my mind. I hear the bathroom door open, but Candice doesn’t stop, she covers her mouth with her hand so she’s quiet.

  I feel my release coming. The doors open again and whoever came in leaves. I roar out as Candice screams out hers.

  She stops moving, her hands still on my shoulders. “Winter was right: you really feel good.” She winks at me.

  I stand, pushing her off me; she balances herself and laughs.

  “You are a sick bitch,” I tell her.

  “I know, now sit back down.” She orders me.

  “What? No.” I try to move her, but she doesn’t budge.

  “Sit, we are going to fuck again; you don’t have a choice. Winter will know that you have been inside me after I tell her, you are worse off now than what you were before.” She pushes me back down. “Actually, I want you to fuck me from behind.” She turns palming the door. “You better hurry before Winter wonders where you are.”

  I lift her skirt exposing her bare ass, and taking hold of my cock, I start rubbing and it doesn’t take much for it to go hard again. I swear if I could cut my dick off I would. I put my cock in position and thrust inside her without any warning. She screams out into the room and she moves herself so she bounces on my cock as well as me thrusting into her. People walk in and out, but it gets to the point where we don’t care. I keep fucking her until she screams out and after a few more thrusts, I release myself.

  I move back, sitting down, and tucking myself away. I already feel disgusted with myself again, feeling dirty.

  “Oh, by the way, I hope you’re clean. And don’t worry, I’m on the pill,” she says, winking at me before she leaves.

  I put my face in my hands.

  Fuck.

  I fucked her without protection.

  Images of her being with other men enter my head.

  She did this on purpose.

  I take out my phone and make an appointment at the health clinic to make sure I get checked out. Surely, she wouldn’t fuck me if she had something, but she is fucking her best friend’s boyfriend, so I wouldn’t put anything past her.

  I can’t sleep with Winter until I know I am clean.

  We have been at it like rabbits all week, so I know she is going to find it weird when I turn her down. I punch the wall and exit the bathroom, seeing Winter walking down with a huge smile on her face.

  “I thought you may have died in there,” she jokes, kissing me. “I thought, seeing as we have fifteen minutes until you got class, we could get a good release.” She winks at me.

  I spot Candice down the corridor watching us with her arms crossed and I just want to scream at her.

  It’s not her fault you once again let her touch your dick.

  “I actually think my dick needs a little rest, feels really sensitive at the moment.” It’s the only excuse that I can think of.

  She pouts. “We have had sex like a hundred times in the last few days. I guess a few days of no sex won’t kill us.” She hugs me. I hug her back.

  “I could please you if you like.”

  She steps back smiling. “What have you got in mind?”

  I take her hand and I walk down the hall look
ing in classrooms until I find one that’s empty. I guide her in, then lock it behind us. I walk to a desk and help her lay on it. Spreading her legs open.

  Taking down her panties, I trail kisses up her calf, to her thighs. I can already smell her arousal. Her eyes are closed, and she’s biting her lip, a habit that I really like. It makes her look innocent, but I know now that she is anything but.

  She is a very sensual person.

  I lick slowly between her folds; she arches off the desk and fuck my dick hardens for her. I lick her sweet juices before I go to her clit. I bite down a little before sucking on it hard, causing her to moan out.

  I tease her, going slowly. Hearing her plead and beg makes me want to say fuck it and just be inside her, but I can’t be selfish. I can’t put her health at risk due to my idiocy.

  I enter two fingers inside her, slowly teasing her before, speeding up, feeling her pussy squeeze my fingers tightly. I lick slowly around her clit, but my fingers are doing the complete opposite.

  She screams out, her orgasm hitting her. I suck up every last drop of her, and she soon relaxes, lying there contently.

  “You have fun?” I ask her, and she laughs.

  “Yeah, did you?” She sits up leaning back on her hands.

  “Would have been better if I was inside you,” I say grumpily.

  “Me too; nothing can beat your penis.”

  I pull her towards me, so we are closer. “My cock,” I tell her. “Say it.”

  “Your cock.” She purrs out the word and I swear my dick is ready to explode by just hearing her say it. “You sure you don’t want to be inside me? Or I could lick it very softly, very gently,” she says breathlessly in my ear.

  “You trying to kill me?”

  “Never. I would miss your cock too much,” she jokes.

  “That’s all you would miss?” I act hurt.

  “I guess I would miss you too. You do make me feel good.” She smiles up at me and just her smiling makes me forget all the bad that I have done and what I’m going to do in the future.

  “I’m glad I make you feel good.” I wrap my arms around her.

  “You do, you are different than the boys at this school. They only think with their dicks. I know you used to be like that, but I’m just happy that you are different with me. It makes me feel special that you are happy to be with just me.”

  I hold her tighter. “You are special.”

  We continue holding each other until I have to go to my next class.

  Winter

  I walk with Trent to his next class. I have no more classes for the day and I know Candice has a free period right now, so after messaging her to see where she is, I meet her outside, and we take a seat under a big tree.

  “You seem a little happier now,” I tell her.

  “I am. I had a release. It shows what your body can do to your personality if it needs a good orgasm.” She laughs.

  “I have never had so many orgasms in my life and this past week my body feels so relaxed. I don’t want it to end. But we won’t be having sex for the next couple of days though.” Even saying it out loud, I feel a little upset at the thought.

  I miss sex already and it hasn’t been twenty-four hours since we last had it.

  “Why aren’t you two not going to be having sex?” Candice asks.

  “Don’t laugh but because of all the sex, his penis is a little sensitive,” I say quietly.

  She giggles. “It’s sensitive? Surely you two aren’t having that much sex.”

  I bite my lip. “We have it like five times a day, or near enough to that. I have been staying at his and he wakes me up in the middle of the night wanting to be inside me. We wake up and have sex in the shower. It’s like we can’t get enough.”

  Candice picks at the grass. “It’s weird that only last week you never had sex at all and now you are sex mad. I just hope he isn’t with you just because you are sex on tap.” She looks at me with a soft expression. “I don’t mean to be mean, I just know what men are like and he’s saying he’s too sensitive for sex? He can’t be that sensitive. A day, sure, but not days. To me, that doesn’t sound right. I think there’s another reason.”

  I ponder it over and it does make sense. I was sore when I had sex with him, but I still wanted it—we still did it again. What if Trent is not having sex with me for another reason? “He went down on me before though,” I tell her.

  “Really? He didn’t have sex with you but still pleased you?” she asks, looking up at the sky. “I might be wrong, let’s just talk about our night out tomorrow.”

  “Yeah sounds good.” I smile at her, but my thoughts are on Trent.

  Nine

  Winter

  Candice wants to get ready at mine, so when she arrives and is through the door, Trent gives me a kiss on the head saying he is going to get ready at his. Candice and I take turns having a shower, and I am doing my makeup when Candice leans against my bedroom doorframe posing in her outfit.

  She’s gone for a very tight, red boob-tube dress that is backless, minus the string material that is holding it up. She looks really hot and I start to feel a little underdressed in my short black dress. “You look amazing,” I tell her.

  “You look good too; I like what you did with your hair. It’s like the ‘just had sex look’.” She winks at me.

  “It is kind of what I am going for as Trent is still holding back on the sex thing,” I sigh, slumping in my seat.

  “He still won’t have sex with you?” She walks in, sitting on my bed.

  I turn facing her. “I have tried everything: I can feel how turned on he is, but he won’t budge. He has used the bullet on me and went down on me, but he won’t go inside me and I’m starting to get frustrated, even though he is still giving me orgasms. It’s not the same. I bet he has a magic penis and that’s why I’m having withdrawal problems from it.” I try and joke.

  “You don’t think he isn’t sleeping with you because you’re not that good, do you? You have only been with one guy and he may be trying to train you up or something.” She says in a sad voice.

  I look at the ground and I feel myself deflate. I don’t think I am in the mood to go out now. What if I am shit in bed and he is too nice to say anything? Or what if I scared him off like I did with my ex David?

  Maybe I asked for too much.

  “Oh, my God. It’s David all over again. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is getting it elsewhere.” I have to look up at the ceiling to stop the tears from falling.

  “I might be wrong; please don’t get upset. If he was seeing someone else, you would know about it. He is basically attached to your hip unless he’s fucking a girl when he’s gone to the bathroom.” She laughs. “It’s not happening.” She jokes.

  I know she is just being a friend, and she is right. He is always with me. It’s not like he’s doing anyone when he’s in class. Which just means I’m not good enough in bed. He probably wants to take a break from the crappiness that I am.

  “I am probably shit in bed. All this time, I haven’t wanted to do one-night stands because I want sex to be at least meaningful, and now I am kind of regretting it. I am twenty-one years old, I should have more than one notch on my belt, well more than two now that I’m with Trent, but you know what I mean.”

  “Hey, I like that you stuck to your guns and didn’t sleep around. I like sex too much, so I couldn’t do it, but be proud that you have only been with two. Anyway, I could be wrong, don’t let this ruin your night. Let’s just go out with the guys and have fun,” she insists.

  “I kind of want to stay in now. Knowing I’m the worse lay ever kind of put a dampener on my mood.” I pout.

  I see her bite her nails, looking up at the ceiling. “Please don’t listen to me; you know how dramatic I can get. I will get you so drunk that you won’t be thinking about sex,” she says in a chirpy voice.

  “Easy for you to say. You will probably get some tonight, and do you know what I will be getting?” I ask her. “Not
hing. I’ll probably get a kiss goodnight and pass out. Do you know what it’s like feeling like your boyfriend may find you unattractive?” I turn looking in the mirror.

  “You stop that right now.” She walks over to me bending down so we are eye level. “You are very attractive. I am jealous of you at times. You have this innocent thing going on. You are my complete opposite.” She says with an edge of vulnerability. “Can we please just go out and have fun?” she pleads with me.

  I sigh, nodding my head and causing her to scream in delight. I shouldn’t put a dampener on her because I’m in a depressing mood. “Let me text Trent to tell him that we are ready.” I grab my phone, but she stops me.

  “Let’s go up and surprise them, I am sure Trent’s jaw will drop when he sees you, plus I want to be nosey and see where he lives.” She chuckles.

  “You want me to walk upstairs in these heels?” I point to my feet.

  “Please. I just want to have a little peek,” she whines in a childish voice.

  “You are so weird,” I laugh. “Come on; let’s go.” I grab my bag putting in my keys and phone.

  Approaching Trent’s door, I knock on it, and, after a moment, Drake opens it up with his eyes almost popping out when he sees me, and I giggle at his expression. “You have a bit of drool.” I point to the corner of my mouth.

  He lifts his hand to wipe his lip.

  “I was joking.”

  His eyes stay on me. “You look beautiful,” he says, causing me to blush a little.

  “Thank you. Candice wanted to see your bachelor pad.”

  He moves out of the way so we can walk in.

  “It is tidier than I thought it would be,” Candice says, looking around. “Where’s Trent? He isn’t still getting ready, is he?” she jokes.

  “He’s in his room,” Drake replies. I look at him and his eyes are still on me, so I wink at him, causing him to look away.

  “I’ll go see if he’s ready,” she sing-songs, walking to where the bedrooms are.

  I look back to Drake who won’t make eye contact with me now. “You look nice,” I tell him. “I like your hair like that.” It is styled up, giving him that edgier look. It does make him look more attractive.