through
squinted eyes, lifting onto her tiptoes to get a better look. I had just
emerged from the shower, my hair bound in a towel atop my head. I cinched the
tie of my bathrobe tighter as Marcie peered closer. The effect of her scrutiny
was somewhere between an FBI interrogation and an eye exam at the optometrist.
“I can see it in your
face! You did the dirty deed!” Her eyes bugged out wide. Her lips opened into a
long “O” as she pressed her fingertips against them.
“Oh stop, Marcie.” I
waved her aside. The corners of my mouth twitched upwards in a telltale grin.
“You silly bitch! I can’t
believe you weren’t going to tell me. With Trent? You had sex with Trent
Montaine? Holy fuckballs, Kat! How was it? Why am I even asking? It was
amazing, right? He’s got a dick the size of Texas? You came seventeen times?
Eighteen?”
She flopped onto her
bedspread and eagerly patted the space beside her. I released my hair from the
towel, shaking it out in the Sunday afternoon sunshine that streamed through
the parted curtains. Trent had dropped me off in the pre-dawn hours after a leisurely
ride back to the city. I’d slept late, my mind still hazy with memories of our
encounter, my thighs pleasurably aching from the bruising force of our passion.
“I’m not going to tell
you anything.” I tried with difficulty to stifle another grin and settled onto
the bed next to Marcie. “It’s personal.”
“Personal, my asshole!
I’m your best friend. You just fucked the King of All Hotties. You owe me
details. That’s the law.”
I blotted my hair with
the towel, stalling for time.
“So, where is Vaughan anyway?
Did you two not go out last night?”
Marcie fluttered her hand
in the air and shook her head. “First of all, don’t try to change the subject.
I’m not an idiot. Second of all, Vaughan and I are having…um…problems, I guess
you could say.”
“Problems? What kind of
problems?”
“Well, my problem is that
I caught him backstage at Squirrel with a pair of glossy lips eagerly sucking
his dick.”
“Are you serious? What
did you do?”
She inhaled deeply
through her nose and placed her hands on her knees in a meditation pose with
her thumbs linked and her fingers spread wide.
“I maintained my
composure. You would have been quite proud. I simply told him that we were
through and that he should probably get his dick checked for herpes after
seeing it in the mouth of that slobbering blond wreck of a human.”
I laughed. A shadow of
hurt crossed Marcie’s face.
“I’m sorry, Marcie.” I
patted her knee. “Vaughan is garbage. You can do so much better.”
“Yeah, I know.” She
sniffed and picked at the tufts in the bedspread. “Still burns though. It’s no
fun to be alone.”
“You won’t be alone for
long. I promise.” I hugged her thin shoulders. “Hey, what about Tony?”
Her expression was a
blank.
“My friend from work, the
one we hung out with a couple of weeks ago. I think he likes you.”
“Oh, Tony! He is cute and
sweet. I’m definitely intrigued.”
The chiming of my phone
on the nightstand distracted my attention. I leapt from the bed to grab it.
Marcie jumped after me and peeked over my shoulder. It was a text from Trent.
Pick you up at 8?
I hurriedly typed out a
reply.
See you then. ;)
“A winky face. Bold move.
Things must be serious between you two.”
“Shut the hell up.” I
threw my towel at Marcie’s face. She sailed dramatically backwards onto the bed
with an agonized wail. We both dissolved into fits of giggles.
“At least one of us will
get laid tonight,” she said with a pout. “I’m glad it’s you though, Kat.” She
placed a hand solemnly on my shoulder. “Fuck long and prosper, my friend.”
***
“More wine?” Trent stood
poised over my glass with a bottle of red wine. He was wore a tight button-down
shirt that accentuated his firm pecks and muscular arms. His hair was slicked
back from his forehead. A
squinted eyes, lifting onto her tiptoes to get a better look. I had just
emerged from the shower, my hair bound in a towel atop my head. I cinched the
tie of my bathrobe tighter as Marcie peered closer. The effect of her scrutiny
was somewhere between an FBI interrogation and an eye exam at the optometrist.
“I can see it in your
face! You did the dirty deed!” Her eyes bugged out wide. Her lips opened into a
long “O” as she pressed her fingertips against them.
“Oh stop, Marcie.” I
waved her aside. The corners of my mouth twitched upwards in a telltale grin.
“You silly bitch! I can’t
believe you weren’t going to tell me. With Trent? You had sex with Trent
Montaine? Holy fuckballs, Kat! How was it? Why am I even asking? It was
amazing, right? He’s got a dick the size of Texas? You came seventeen times?
Eighteen?”
She flopped onto her
bedspread and eagerly patted the space beside her. I released my hair from the
towel, shaking it out in the Sunday afternoon sunshine that streamed through
the parted curtains. Trent had dropped me off in the pre-dawn hours after a leisurely
ride back to the city. I’d slept late, my mind still hazy with memories of our
encounter, my thighs pleasurably aching from the bruising force of our passion.
“I’m not going to tell
you anything.” I tried with difficulty to stifle another grin and settled onto
the bed next to Marcie. “It’s personal.”
“Personal, my asshole!
I’m your best friend. You just fucked the King of All Hotties. You owe me
details. That’s the law.”
I blotted my hair with
the towel, stalling for time.
“So, where is Vaughan anyway?
Did you two not go out last night?”
Marcie fluttered her hand
in the air and shook her head. “First of all, don’t try to change the subject.
I’m not an idiot. Second of all, Vaughan and I are having…um…problems, I guess
you could say.”
“Problems? What kind of
problems?”
“Well, my problem is that
I caught him backstage at Squirrel with a pair of glossy lips eagerly sucking
his dick.”
“Are you serious? What
did you do?”
She inhaled deeply
through her nose and placed her hands on her knees in a meditation pose with
her thumbs linked and her fingers spread wide.
“I maintained my
composure. You would have been quite proud. I simply told him that we were
through and that he should probably get his dick checked for herpes after
seeing it in the mouth of that slobbering blond wreck of a human.”
I laughed. A shadow of
hurt crossed Marcie’s face.
“I’m sorry, Marcie.” I
patted her knee. “Vaughan is garbage. You can do so much better.”
“Yeah, I know.” She
sniffed and picked at the tufts in the bedspread. “Still burns though. It’s no
fun to be alone.”
“You won’t be alone for
long. I promise.” I hugged her thin shoulders. “Hey, what about Tony?”
Her expression was a
blank.
“My friend from work, the
one we hung out with a couple of weeks ago. I think he likes you.”
“Oh, Tony! He is cute and
sweet. I’m definitely intrigued.”
The chiming of my phone
on the nightstand distracted my attention. I leapt from the bed to grab it.
Marcie jumped after me and peeked over my shoulder. It was a text from Trent.
Pick you up at 8?
I hurriedly typed out a
reply.
See you then. ;)
“A winky face. Bold move.
Things must be serious between you two.”
“Shut the hell up.” I
threw my towel at Marcie’s face. She sailed dramatically backwards onto the bed
with an agonized wail. We both dissolved into fits of giggles.
“At least one of us will
get laid tonight,” she said with a pout. “I’m glad it’s you though, Kat.” She
placed a hand solemnly on my shoulder. “Fuck long and prosper, my friend.”
***
“More wine?” Trent stood
poised over my glass with a bottle of red wine. He was wore a tight button-down
shirt that accentuated his firm pecks and muscular arms. His hair was slicked
back from his forehead. A
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