Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
My breath hitched, and the giggles in my throat disappeared, vanished into nothing.
“I know you’d like that… I know you’d like to be over his knee… I know you’d like him to tell you how much of a naughty girl you are…”
“I am bad…” I rasped. “I am dirty…”
“You like it,” she teased, and her leg coaxed mine open. “You’ve always been dirty… I think he’d like that…”
“Oh God, Lizzie, I want him. I want him to make me bad…”
“I know,” she whispered. “I know what you want…”
“I’m so crazy about him I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the thought of never touching him, of never feeling him touch me…”
“Imagine his mouth… imagine his tongue… shit, Helen, can you imagine his hot lips around your nipples? His tongue flicking at you…” She giggled as her palm gazed my breast, but it wasn’t funny. “It’s ok,” she whispered. “Touch yourself, I don’t mind. We’re best friends forever, Hels, we can share anything. Anything, I promise.” A little giggle, coaxing me. “Tell me what you want him to do to you…”
I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But my hand was already between my legs, slipping inside my panties.
“Oh God, Lizzie, I want him to fuck me…”
“Yes…”
“I want him to be rough… I want him to lose control… I want him to tie me up, until I can’t move… I want to beg him to take me… I want to hear him come… I want to hear him moan… I want to taste him…”
“He could teach you… teach you dirty…”
“Yes… that’s what I want… God, yes…” My fingers circled my clit, slowly, trying to hide it. “I want to feel his mouth… I want him to spread me open… I want him to see me… all of me…”
“He’d suck on your naughty little pussy, you know that? He’d suck your clit so hard you’d come against his face…”
“Yes…”
“And then he’d take you… hard… I think he’d take your ass, too… I think he’d want that… especially if the rumours are true… shit, can you imagine taking him in your ass… that’s got to hurt…”
I had nothing but breath.
“Would you let him fuck you there?”
I nodded into the darkness and my fingers sped up.
“Would you ask him to fuck you there? Imagine if he made you beg for it… or maybe he’d tie you up and give you no choice… just like your pictures…”
Ragged breath, and I was squirming.
“Maybe that’s what you want… no choice… maybe you just want him to take you… however he wants… he could fuck you so hard…”
“Yes…”
“Imagine kissing him, Helen… imagine his tongue in your mouth…”
“I want to kiss him so bad…”
“Show me… show me how you’d kiss him…” Her breath was in my face. “Pretend I’m him… show me…”
Her lips pressed to mine in the darkness and my fingers worked my clit as she pushed her tongue inside. There was shock there, deep inside, shock and nerves, and a weird ache of something I couldn’t place. The vodka made it easy, it made pretending the easiest game in the world. Her mouth became his, her soft lips so warm as her tongue circled mine. I kissed Mr Roberts like I’d always wanted to kiss him, deep and hard as my pussy clenched and fluttered under my fingers. I opened my mouth wide for his tongue, quivering as the pressure built between my thighs, and I was on the edge… so close.
I could feel Lizzie’s body shaking, the tension in her legs as she played with her own clit, her breath catching against my lips as she came with me, quiet and strained.
She backed away as soon as it subsided, adjusting the pillow under her head like nothing had happened.
And then she giggled. Hard.
And I was giggling, too. I didn’t even know what we were giggling about, but it was funny.
Vodka was fun. Lizzie was fun.
My mind skirted the fact that this might be awkward in the morning, but no. Not with Lizzie. It was just stupid fun.
For both of us.
Definitely.
Just a bit of stupid fun.
I squeezed her hand, and she squeezed mine.
***
“You’re seriously not going? I thought you were joking. Wow, you must be embarrassed.”
“It’s no big deal,” I lied. “I have English coursework to be doing, anyway. I need to hang in the library sometime this week, it may as well be today.”
“Yeah, like he won’t notice.” Lizzie brushed down her blazer, freeing it of the cat hair she’d accumulated in my living room that morning. I’d become a lot better at avoiding it. “Like it isn’t going to make it all the worse when you don’t rock up all day.”
“I can’t face him,” I sighed. “Not yet.”
“It’ll be way worse tomorrow, Hels. You should just walk on in there, face him head on.”
Not on her life.
I avoided the art block all day Monday, which was fine considering I didn’t have art scheduled, and on Tuesday I had a stomach upset, my first day off sick in the forever since I’d been crushing, besides a flu bug that had knocked me out for over a week in grade nine. I couldn’t face school on Wednesday, either, and stayed holed up at home doodling kinky scenes to the backdrop of daytime TV. Lizzie called and called and I didn’t answer, and I hardly slept a wink before dragging myself back to reality on Thursday.