Wanting Winter

by J. L. Ostle

“Trent, I won’t kiss her.” I don’t care if don’t I kiss her, I just want us all to have fun.

  “No, she is right; it won’t mean anything. It’s just for a laugh, isn’t it?” Trent says shrugging.

  Trent

  I am trying so hard to keep a neutral look on my face. I would be a hypocrite if I tell Winter she can’t when later I will be inside her best friend. At least this way, maybe some of this guilt that I have been feeling will ease off.

  An idea pops into my head.

  What if Winter was to do things that would even out what I’m doing with Candice? I hate thinking of a guy being with her, but I know she would hate knowing I’m being sexual with someone else.

  I just have to not over think it.

  Winter is open-minded, I know she will do anything to please me. I hate that I’m going to have to use that to my advantage to even the score. Telling her to kiss her friend is nothing. I can handle that.

  To me, it’s kind of hot.

  The two girls you’re fucking getting it on, what’s not to like?

  I almost hit the side of my head for thinking such a thing.

  My dick responds to it, though.

  We talked about other people watching us, and I know that’s a turn on for her, but what if I were to allow her to sleep with her friend? That would definitely even it out. I would still feel guilty but not as much. At least this way, no guy has to be near her.

  Maybe if I say the right things and get enough alcohol in our systems, it will happen, hopefully, I can get off the hook in being with Candice.

  Decision made, I agree to them being allowed to kiss.

  “Why don’t we see what happens? Candice and I have only kissed the odd time, so if it happens it happens,” Winter says, shrugging.

  I walk towards her pulling her into me, and she looks up at me. This beautiful, amazing girl looks at me like I can do no wrong. “I think it would be kind of hot if you two kissed,” I say.

  “Really?” Candice asks in shock.

  “Yeah, let’s just have fun tonight and if you two kiss, you do, if you don’t, you don’t.”

  But I will make sure you do, I think to myself.

  Winter

  We have been here for an hour. Trent has ensured we all have new drinks as soon as our glasses or bottles are empty. I feel a little tipsy, but with Trent kissing me every chance he’s had, kissing my neck, sliding his fingers along my legs and thighs, my whole body is screaming for him.

  Dancing DJ’s ‘Fading Like A Flower’ comes on, and Candice takes my hand, guiding me to the dance floor. We start moving our bodies to the beat. I love my oldies music but some of the remixes are really catchy. Shaking my hips, at times waving my hands in the air, I smile, feeling so happy. My earlier mood gone, I still want Trent to fuck me, but right now all I want to do is dance.

  Trent and Drake soon join us, and we all jump around, laughing and giggling. I look to Drake who looks a little scared, he is hardly moving, so I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, shaking my hips, and making him follow my lead.

  I turn to face Trent and he is watching me. Candice must notice because she then wraps her arms around him and he looks at me with a scared look and I just smile at him, giving him a ‘have fun’ look and face Drake once again.

  I start singing along to the words, moving my head side to side, and Drake laughs, soon loosening up.

  Narcotic Thrust plays ‘I Like It’ next. I move my body a little slower, guiding Drake’s hands to my waist. His eyes go a little wide but again he follows my movements. I move myself in closer, singing along to the words, smiling. I look over to Trent and Candice and they are dancing together, talking. I’m happy that they are getting along, even though I’m sure the alcohol has helped.

  Trent looks my way and I blow him a kiss.

  He looks a little unsure of himself: Candice can be a little full on, but she is dancing just like I am. She looks my way and gives me a little wave and I do the same.

  “Let’s do a sexy dance-off,” she yells over, bringing Trent towards us.

  “A what?” Drake asks confused.

  “She wants to see which of us can do more of a sexy dance,” I explain.

  “You are going to dance all sexy on me?” he says quietly.

  I smile at him. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” I tease him. He shakes his head.

  “You are on. Ask for a song,” I tell her. She bounces up and down, before running over to the DJ booth.

  “You can’t really want to do this; why don’t I be your partner?” Trent asks, coming over.

  “That wouldn’t be fair: we are seeing each other, of course, we would win. This way its fair.” I explain to him, alcohol making my head all light.

  “The song should be on next,” Candice says, coming back over. “I asked the bartenders to be the judges.” She claps her hands in glee.

  “You know I will beat your ass,” I tease her.

  “Well, I hope your boyfriend can handle my moves.” She smiles wickedly, and I laugh.

  “Bring it on,” I giggle.

  “Drake I hope you’re ready to get your mind blown,” I tell him, and he looks a little scared.

  Nine Inch Nails, ‘Closer’, comes on and I drag Drake to the middle of the dancefloor. I put his hands to my hips, and I start to slowly move them to the beat, my back to his front. When the music starts to kick in, I move my ass against him, my arms going around his neck.

  I feel hands digging into me a little, and I smile. It seems like he isn’t as shy as he seems.

  I keep moving my hips before turning so that I’m facing him. I look at his eyes as I start to slowly bend down, my hands going down his chest to the tops of his pants. I slowly stand back up again, gently moving his leg so it's between mine, before beginning to grind my body front and back. I put my hands in my hair, pulling it a little. I close my eyes, gliding my hands down my body, to my breasts. I step back, putting my hands on his chest. I start walking, making him walk back until his body hits the railing. I turn my back on him again, my ass against his crotch, and I bend forward until my hands touch the floor and slowly get back up, moving my hair to one side of my shoulder, exposing my neck.

  Rubbing my ass against him, I start to feel his erection and my eyes pop open at the idea that he is turned on by this. I turn my head so I’m facing him, and his eyes are glued to me, watching every movement I make.

  His eyes become dark.

  His breathing becomes faster.

  I face him, swaying to the beat, my fingers in my hair. His eyes connect with mine and I am sure my breathing has picked up also. I lift one of my legs wrapping it around his waist, making him press into me further, and I take his hands moving them to my waist.

  “Hold onto me,” I whisper.

  I dip myself back; I can feel my dress riding up by this movement. He slowly helps me back up, bringing our bodies flush together so we are chest to chest. We don’t move. We just stand there looking at one another when the song ends. I am brought back to reality when I hear clapping and whistles. I see a crowd has circled us, watching our little dance off.

  I look at Trent. He seems a little turned on and a little angry. His eyes go to his best friend, to me, then to Candice who is smiling brightly. I don’t even know what their dance was like as I was too much into my own. I turn to Drake who is looking to the ground, his confidence gone.

  I swear, though, in that few minutes he seemed different.

  Shaking it off, I bounce over to Trent and Candice. “Who won? Like I need to ask,” I joke.

  “Let’s go and see.” She links her arm through mine guiding us to the bar. “By the way, I looked over a couple of times, and I will admit, you and Drake looked hot dancing.” She winks at me.

  “I wanted to make sure I won,” I tell her. “Were you all sexy on Trent? I hope he didn’t stand there like a statue.”

  “You didn’t see us?”

  I shake my head. “Sorry, I was really into danc
ing. I bet you acted like a stripper and Trent was the pole.” I laugh.

  “Something like that. Too bad you didn’t see,” she says shaking her head.

  Once we are at the bar, we wait for the bartenders to serve their customers then they come over, clapping their hands. Candice and I bow our heads, acting like we are winning an Oscar.

  “So who won?” I ask, jumping up and down.

  “It was really close; you both were extremely hot, but we all agree that the winner is…” A girl with long red hair says drumming on the bar with her hands. “Winter and her partner,” she says, and I jump up and down screaming.

  “I knew it,” I shriek with glee.

  “I want a recount of votes,” Candice says, a little upset.

  “There was just something more carnal with Winter and her guy; it was like sex through dance,” the redhead says.

  I turn, facing Drake and Trent. Drake looks a little embarrassed while Trent looks a little angry and he is glaring at his friend.

  “It was just a laugh. You know I get competitive.” I try and ease the atmosphere that has changed around us.

  “I hope you enjoyed dancing with my girl.” Trent pulls me into his side looking at Drake.

  “Trent stop it; it was just for fun. I am sure you enjoyed your little dance.” I tap his chest. “He has done nothing wrong. Now leave him alone,” I say with a sterner voice. “You two are just sore losers and taking it out on us. I am not in the mood for the rest of the night to be ruined by this.”

  “You’re right, sorry. You know I don’t like losing,” Candice says.

  “I know. We had a laugh and giggle. Let’s get a drink and have fun again.”

  Everyone nods their heads and I order the next round in.

  Another half an hour goes by and things pick up, but I do feel a little tension between Trent and Drake. Candice and I go dance to a few songs, and when a waitress who walks over with a tray of shots every now and then, we order some. I feel like I have drunk more as my body is a little slumpish and the rest of the guys look fine.

  I am a lightweight.

  “I am going to go to the bathroom and to touch up my makeup,” Candice says, standing.

  “Yeah, I think I’m going to have a cigarette. Will you be okay?” Trent asks me.

  “I’ll be fine. Drake is with me.” I hug Drake’s arm, my head going to his shoulder. Trent looks like he wants to stay but I wave him off.

  “She’ll be fine, stop being such a worrier,” Candice says pulling him away. I watch them go.

  “I have had fun tonight,” I tell Drake. “Have you?”

  “Yes, it’s been interesting. Would you like some water?”

  I shake my head. “Just let me stay here. You are so comfy.” I snuggle into his arm.

  “That’s a thing I have never heard a girl say to me,” he chuckles.

  “Well, that’s a shame because you are. I could stay here all night.” I smile into his arm.

  “My arm is yours.”

  “Yay… now I have three arms,” I slur a little and he laughs.

  Eleven

  Trent

  I hate leaving Winter.

  I think a part of me is jealous of my friend. I saw how she was dancing with him, how he was looking at her. Seeing him hold her, seeing that look on his face that I see every fucker around look at her with…

  I know he wouldn’t betray me—he isn’t the type—but I still didn’t like it.

  I shouldn’t hate him, but I do because I saw that she looked at him differently. It was only a moment, but I saw it.

  Then again, I have no right to feel like this.

  Candice was dancing all over me, grinding herself against my crotch. Yeah, my cock enjoyed the attention, but my mind kept going to my girl and my best friend.

  Mental images of them together make me see red as I picture this fucked up situation as if it were the other way around: Drake blackmailing Winter to sleep with him. I wonder what she would do in that situation.

  Deep down, I know what she would do.

  I push the thoughts away.

  Right now, knowing what is about to happen, the guilt is hitting me. I am angry with my best friend, angry that he and Winter are clueless and here I am about to sleep with my girlfriend’s best friend, and I am the angry one.

  Candice and I walk down to the first floor where the bathrooms are. She is a few feet ahead of me, but she looks back every now and then to make sure I’m following her. Knowing I’m about to have sex should make me angrier, but right now I need a fucking release. I am so wound up and frustrated, especially over this situation.

  Candice heads into the girls’ bathroom and I wait in the hallway until she grabs my arm, pulling me in when the coast is clear. She pushes me into the far cubicle and starts kissing me. I close my eyes and try and imagine it’s Winter’s lips and not hers.

  She rubs her body against mine; my dick stands to attention for her. She smiles against my lips when she feels my erection.

  Images of Winter fade, and those of Candice get stronger.

  I know this is my fate, so why fight it?

  No matter what I say, or how much I fight, this is always how it’s going to end.

  “Poor Winter looks very drunk. Don’t think it helps that she’s been having my shots, too.” I look at her and she looks at me with hungry eyes. “Nice try trying to get your girl to kiss me. I know you’re up to something. Don’t know what, but I know you won’t let me kiss your precious girl unless there is a catch.” She licks along my jaw.

  “Can we stop talking about Winter. From now on, when we do this, you don’t mention her,” I say angrily.

  “You don’t get to make the rules. Besides, it turns me on talking about her, knowing I’m with her boyfriend, knowing she is upstairs all loved up, no care in the world, and here’s me about to be fucked by a dick she is wanting and not getting.” She unzips my pants and takes hold of my cock.

  The doors open, and I hear a couple of girls talking but Candice doesn’t stop rubbing my cock. Her eyes are on me, watching my tortured face, seeing that I hate her but at the same time, that I’m turned on by her.

  Fuck, I like being fucked by her.

  She turns lifting her dress up showing that she isn’t wearing any underwear. I grab a condom from my pocket, putting it on, and I see her eyes watching me. Like hell am I going bareback again. I will be fucking Winter again, once I’m in the all clear, and I will be washing these wrong memories away.

  Pulling my jeans and boxers down to my ankles, guiding my cock to her entrance, I don’t go slow or easy. I thrust hard into her. She has to bite back a moan. I place my hand on her hips and ease out of her slowly then thrust back inside her hard.

  I want to punish her for doing this to me.

  For making my dick enjoy being inside her.

  For hurting Winter on purpose.

  For feeling so fucking good.

  I guess it doesn’t matter who you fuck with for your dick to enjoy it, I think sullenly.

  I watch as she starts rubbing her clit, feeling her get wetter. I start to stick to a fast rhythm. I just want to come and head back upstairs; I don’t care if she gets her release.

  She doesn’t fucking deserve it.

  Ramming in and out of her faster, I roar out my release, filling the condom, and she groans out hers. I pull out of her, taking the condom off and putting it down the toilet not caring. Putting myself together, the high of what just happen soon starts to die off and once again I feel like the hugest dick in the world.

  I hear Winter’s words in my head about power. She doesn’t like men having power over her like I don’t like Candice having power over me.

  Fuck this shit.

  “This ends now,” I say. I can’t keep doing this, even though a part of me wants it to go on. It’s the side of me I’m not liking.

  In the past, I didn’t do relationships for this very reason, I like sex too much, but I thought I liked Winter more.

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sp; “Come on. We have been through this.” Candice smiles pulling her dress down. “That’s not how this works.” She smugly looks at me.

  Something snaps inside me.

  I hate how she is looking at me—looking at me like I’m her pet.

  I wrap my hand around her throat pushing her against the wall, her eyes going wide. I squeeze a little and her hands go to my hand, but I just glare at her, my breathing coming in fast.

  “I hate you, I hate you with every cell of my being. You are an ugly bitch, inside as well as out. I shouldn’t have let this shit get this far. Go and tell your so-called friend about us, I fucking dare you. Then you will have no one. Every person on campus would hate you. I’m a guy, men fuck around, so I’ll be okay. You will be known as the campus whore who fucks over her friends, that’s if they don’t think that already,” I spit at her. “I hope you enjoyed your last fuck from me,” I say, letting go of her.

  She coughs, her hands going to her neck. “You are crazy,” she breathes.

  “It’s funny what happens when you push someone.” I open the cubicle walking out, heading to the counter, and bowing my head in defeat.

  “I thought that was so hot,” she says.

  I turn, and she is looking at me with so much heat and want, she runs towards me, kissing me hard, her fingers digging into my hair, pulling me into her. I end up kissing her back, kissing her hard. I feel so much anger, but it spurs me on further.

  My hands go to her legs, gliding along her soft skin, raising her dress, and pressing myself against her, feeling her warmth against my crotch as we pant into each other’s mouths.

  My world turns upside down when I hear a cough. I freeze, not moving, and I turn, facing Drake who is looking at us both in anger and disgust.

  “You sick fuckers,” he says before leaving.

  “Fuck, Drake, wait,” I call out.

  “Oh shit,” I hear Candice say but I don’t hang around. I chase after him as he is quickly going up the stairs.

  I have that drowning feeling and I hate it.

  “Drake, wait,” I call out again, but he ignores me. I run after him until I block his way. “Listen to me.” I plead.