Twice Driven

by Madison Faye

  I was sitting in the business class car on the train on the way back home, staring hard out the window but seeing nothing.

  I’d escalated things, big time. I mean, sleeping with a girl half my age was one thing. Claiming her virginity in my Goddamn car outside her parents house, jerking off into her panties, going to visit her at fucking college, yeah those were were nuts. Shit, having an almost threesomes with her best friend was even crazier.

  But then I’d gone and said the words. I’d said those words and I’d fucking meant them. It hadn’t been planned, and in fact, it wasn’t until I’d even said them out loud that I realized they were true.

  I loved her.

  Jesus, I hand’t meant those words in years, and here I’d just blabbed them out in the middle of the fucking train station. But they were true, and for the first time in a long time, I meant them with everything I had.

  Which, oddly, made me feel guilty about the other thing burning a hole in my mind like a little hot coal sitting there in my head.

  Anna.

  Yeah, talk about escalation. That first time, when she’d fallen out of the closet like that, all I could imagine was this whole thing coming down. I imagined her freaking out, telling people back home, and the damn lynch mob heading for my house to string me up.

  That is, I imagined those things until she stripped her clothes off and played with her pussy while she watched Christina bounce up and down on my cock. After that? Yeah, well, let’s just say I wasn’t thinking about lynch mobs anymore.

  I was thinking of her.

  And sure, I felt guilt as shit for thinking of Christian’s friend like that, but how could I not? I mean I was only a man, and whatever my feelings for Christina, there’s only so much you can’t see when you’re balls deep in one girl while another one strips her clothes off and plays with herself three feet away.

  I’d meant what I’d said about Christina. I fucking loved that girl, in a way that had me buzzing with this electric current sitting there on the train. But Anna Riley? She was something else, and I knew it wasn’t just pure physical attraction. She was like a compliment to Chris. Where my blonde girlfriend was this angelic creature, Anna was the little devil on the other shoulder - the mischievous one, the firecracker.

  They were so similar and yet so different at the same time, both physically and who they were as people. On the surface, they’d almost pass for sisters but for Anna’s wild red hair to Christina’s blonde locks, and where Chris had this sexy sweetness to her, Anna had this vivacious glint in her eyes.

  Another thought hit me too, one that had me shaking my head. In another world, in another life, if it’d been Anna who’d come and worked at my house those summers, it’d be her that I’d be in this deep with. After all, I’d been friends with her parents too before their divorce. Shit, it could’ve been her tempting me around the house and who’s panties I’d jerked off into.

  Easily.

  Funny how the world works.

  But damn, there was that guilt again. I mean I’d just told Christina that I loved her, and I damn well meant it. Which probably meant I needed to stop thinking about Anna like that, because it was making me feel like a scumbag.

  Except that kiss, where all three of us had come together. Jesus fuck that’d been incredible, and I don’t just mean it’d been extra hot - even though of course it had been. But it’d been something else too. It’d felt like I wasn’t just sharing something with Christina, but that she was letting me share something between her and Anna. Something crazy that still had my head spinning as I stared out the window.

  Man, I was going to need a fucking manual to get through this.

  Chapter 26

  Christina

  It was a Thursday, and a full moon, when it all went upside down.

  Funny how you can remember weird details like that.

  Anna giggled as she fumbled with the dorm building keycard before the door finally opened. We both snorted as we pulled the straightest faces we could as we nodded quickly to the RA on duty at the front desk - the same guy who’d thought Tyler was my dad, by the way - and scurried down the hall to our room before the silly giggles tumbled out.

  Okay, yeah, we’d been drinking a little bit.

  We weren’t drunk, that I remember, but we were in that place where you’re just living in the moment and feeling free. We were celebrating that night when we’d gone out to the party off campus. Nothing monumental, just celebrating feeling good, and maybe even a little celebration of Tyler’s last words to me before he’d gotten on the train a week and half before.

  “Okay, that was fun,” Anna said with a giggle as she slumped down on the floor, leaning back against her bed. She grinned at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling in that way I loved. “We need to do that more often, you know.”

  “What, go drink cheap wine at parties that cute boys invite my best friend to?” I flashed a smile at her as I slid down to the floor across from her against my own bed.

  Anna blushed and rolled her eyes at the mention of the guy from the floor above us who’d asked her to come that night. Naturally, I’d crashed the party with her.

  “Meh,” she shrugged. “He’s boring.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Girl, he’s cute, and definitely into you.”

  A weird feeling came over me then, as I tried to talk to her about the guy from upstairs. It felt like on one hand that I was doing my friend duty of trying to set my single friend up with a guy. And yet, on the other hand, just going through the motions of ‘oh, but he’s cute’ had something twisting inside of me.

  Something that felt a whole lot like jealousy, which made me frown as the emotion crept strangely over me.

  Anna waved her hand. “Nah, not really my type.”

  And normally, I’d have laughed and fought her on that. ‘Oh c’mon, he likes you!’ or something like that. Except that night, I said nothing. That night, I almost felt something like glee that she wasn’t into him,

  I very quickly needed another drink.

  “We’ve still got wine stashed in here, right?”

  Anna made a face. “Nah, I pitched that. It smelled like feet.”

  I frowned, but she suddenly grinned at me, arching her eyebrows. “But I may have swiped a little door prize from that party,” she said with a wicked little grin. She reached for her purse and pulled a little glass flask of rum out of it.

  I laughed out loud. “You stole that from the party?”

  She shrugged, giggling. “Eh, that guy from upstairs asked me if I wanted a sip and then got distracted by that stupid beer pong game. It wasn’t even open yet!” She stuck her tongue out at me as she cracked it open before bringing it to her lips. She choked a little, making a funny face as she passed it over to me.

  Damn that was strong. I took one sip and made the same face as her before passing it back her way. Anna shook her head. “I think I need a minute,” she said with a laugh. “That tastes like rubbing alcohol.”

  We sat there for a few minutes, just basking in the glow of being buzzed and being in each others company. That’s what was so great about her - we never felt like we had to fill the silence with each other. We were comfortable together, and sometimes it almost felt like we were reading each other’s thoughts without even speaking.

  She looked up suddenly, a blush bright across her face. “You know, there’s something else I think we should do more often?”

  “Yeah?”

  “M-hmm,” she said with quick nod, blushing and reaching for the bottle of rum.

  I raised a brow at her. “Care to elaborate on that one, Ms. Riley?”

  She went a shade darker as she took a quick sip from the bottle. “Nope.”

  “Oh c’mon!” I rolled my eyes as I snatched the bottle from her hands and took another sip as well. “You can’t open with that and not follow thr-”

  “I think we should do the thing where I watch you and Tyler more.”

  Her face went an even brighter shad
e of red, and her hands flew to her mouth the second she said it. “Ohmygod!” She made a cringing face as she brought her hands down. “Oh God, sorry, that was super weird. Forget it.”

  I shook my head slowly, feeling the heat in much more than just my face slowly rising. Because Anna was wrong, it wasn’t weird at all.

  It was insanely hot to think about. The idea of her watching Tyler and I instantly got me wet, right there on the floor of our dorm room. The idea of her slipping a finger into her pussy like I’d watched her do before as she watched Tyler push into me had my pulse roaring like an engine.

  I met her eyes and shook my head again. “Not weird, actually,” I said quietly.

  “No?”

  “Nope.” I bit my lip between my teeth. “Kinda hot actually.”

  Anna said nothing, but I could see her breath catch in her throat a little bit. She grinned a little before she finally opened her mouth. “It was pretty hot watching you guys.”

  “You’re telling me,” I said, feeling my heart thumping in my chest as the room got a little warmer around us.

  “You’re a pretty good kisser, too, you know.” Anna’s voice was almost a whisper, and my eyes darted up to see her chewing on her lip and fingering the label of the bottle in her hands, her eyes wide and fiery like the mane of red hair framing her face.

  I swallowed thickly. “You are too, you know.”

  “How is that the first time we’ve ever done that?”

  I blushed. “What, kiss?”

  “Yeah. I think that’s something friends do, right? Shouldn’t we have been like, practicing kissing at sleepovers or something?”

  I giggled. “I don’t think that’s real. I think that only happens in porn.”

  Anna grinned and shrugged. “Well...” she trailed off. “I think we should have, because I think I’ve always wanted to do that.”

  I blushed.“I thought of something else we should do more often.” The words came out of my lip before I could stop them, and Anna’s eyes met mine with this fire behind them, like she already knew what I was going to say.

  “What,” she breathed out.

  I took a shaky breath. “Kiss,” I said firmly, feeling my pulse racing. “We should kiss more often.”

  We were leaning towards each other before I could even process it, closing the distance between the two beds we’d been slumped against quicker than I’d have ever thought. And when my lips touched hers, it was like a spark when off in my body. Her lips were soft and pillowy, and I could almost hear her moan a little as our mouths pressed hotly together.

  It only lasted a second or two before we pulled away - breathless and eyes wide.

  Holy shit.

  I could see the same emotion writ across her face as we sat there staring at each other. Yeah, that hadn’t been a friend kiss at all. That’d been way more than that. And I knew if it happened again, I’d be crossing a line, and maybe going someplace we weren’t ready to go. But then her lips parted just a little bit, and I could see her eyes shine into mine, and I was lost.

  “We should do that aga-”

  I didn’t even get the words out before she crashed into me again, and this time, we kissed.

  I moaned as my lips opened for her tongue, feeling it wrestle hotly with mine as her body pressed to mine and her hands slid around me to pull me against her. My hands followed suit, sliding over her back and holding her tightly as she pressed me back against the side of my bed, kissing me madly and deeply.

  Everything we’d never said came out in that kiss. Everything we’d ever secretly thought and never admitted to each other or to ourselves came rushing out in that one, searing kiss. It’d have been easy to say it was the booze, but I knew damn well it was more than that, and she did too. In that moment, it was just her and I, and the rest of the world just fell away.

  She moaned into my mouth, and before I knew it, I was sliding my hand up the back of her shirt, pushing and pulling at it as if desperate to strip it from her body. I gasped as her mouth slipped away from mine just long enough to yank her shirt off, before her lips delved to my neck, sucking the skin there and making me cry out. My hands slid up and down her almost bare back as she sucked at the skin of my neck, making me shiver and moan. Her hands found the front of the blouse I wore, and my hands clutched at her as she slowly started to pull button after button apart.

  Tyler.

  I didn’t know what this mean in terms of him. Sure, we weren’t officially “boyfriend and girlfriend”, but I knew that was a bullshit excuse for what I was very willingly doing right then. What he and I were was complicated, but...that didn’t change what Anna and I were doing.

  Was this cheating?

  I know it should have felt like it, but oddly, it didn’t. And it wasn’t that bullshit “oh, but it’s a girl” excuse. This wasn’t two friends pecking in a bar for free drinks from frat boys, this was much more than that, I knew it.

  But it still didn’t feel wrong, and suddenly it hit me why.

  Because it was Anna.

  This wasn’t some tipsy make-out with someone random when my allegiances should have been to Tyler, this was her. This was my closest, best friend in the entire world - my other half, the person I loved more than anything. Well, anything except maybe Tyler.

  I froze suddenly as the thought hit me quite suddenly that I couldn’t say I loved one of them over the other. I loved them differently, maybe, but not in ways where I could put one over the other. This was my best friend - my soul sister for life. And Tyler was the man who’d stolen my heart and showed me what it meant to be a woman.

  But at that moment, Anna’s lips moved back to mine, and I shoved all that away. Because in that moment, all that mattered was her and I, and the ferocity of that kiss.

  She pushed my shirt from my shoulders, and as I yanked it from my arms, she reached behind her and let her bra drop as well. I hadn’t even worn a bra that night, and as she slipped back into my arms, I moaned into her as I felt warm skin against skin, and the electric feel of her nipples dragging across my breasts. Our lips crashed back together, hungry and needing. We started to move somehow up to the bed, our lips still, sealed together, our tongues wrestling with the other as she pushed me back on my bed and moaned into my mouth as she slid on top of me.

  My hands moved up her back to her head, finger sliding into her long red hair as I kissed her with all the fire I’d always wanted to but never even realize or at least never admitted. I could feel her fingers fumbling as they reached for the front of my jeans, popping the button before struggling with zipper. We pulled apart then, giggling as we stared up into each other’s eyes.

  “What are we doing?” She gasped as my hand slipped between us over the soft skin of her tummy and started to pull at the button of her jeans.

  “I- I don’t know,” I whispered, shivering as I felt her pull my zipper down slowly.

  “We can stop,” she said, her face red and her breath coming fast as I pulled at her zipper.

  “I doubt that,” I husked out, moaning as her lips crashed back into mine.

  Yeah, we weren’t stopping. Not a chance.

  My fingers slipped into the sides of her jeans, and I shivered as I felt them brush under the lace edge of her panties. She arched her back as I started to push both over her hips, sliding them down over her ass as the blood roared like fire in my ears. I could feel her hands struggling to yank my own pants off, and I pushed her up just for a second as I quickly got them down my legs and kicked them off.