He gave her an incredulous look. “Hell, that’s easy. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, by a long shot. You’re funny as hell. You can beat my ass at video games. You get me so damn turned on that I’m on a hair trigger. Shit I was jerking off in bed last night and I barely touched myself I was cumming so fast, and I’m never done that quick!”
She was touched by his words and amused at his revelation. Apparently, he wasn’t done though.
“When I’m around you, I’m much more confident that I ever was before. You infuriate me in the best fucking way when you don’t respond to my advances, and when you do, I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself. Every time I see you, I want to make take my time and make love to you, but hurry up and fuck your brains out at the same time! Seeing you tease and taunt the other guys just makes me want you more; and that’s never happened before. If any other chick I’ve been into had done that… I’d have ghosted from the start.”
He finally stopped talking and sighed hard, dropping his head in an appearance of defeat. A few seconds of silence passed between them before he spoke again.
“You had me wrapped around your finger so easily, but you make me feel like I’m the one that’s in charge. You’re just… perfect,” he said, looking up at her. “Fuck, I sound like Beck.”
No one had ever called her perfect, and she was struck at how honest and vulnerable he was in that moment. Surging forward, she grabbed him and kissed him, not caring in the least who might see. Stepping back a second later, she put a hand up to his chest to stop his advance.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I like you too.”
He chuckled, then sighed. Leaning back against his car, he rubbed his face and shook his head. “God, I’m a pussy.”
She smirked. “Total pussy, but for what it’s worth, that was probably the sweetest thing anyone’s ever told me,” she said. “But you realize that you’re asking me to stay with your friend, just so you can get with me behind his back, don’t you?”
Bryce chuckled. “I know, I know. I’m an asshole. But… the guy is happy, and he doesn’t get much play. Girls just don’t come back when he either gives them the full-court press about commitment, or they fuck him and find out he’s terrible. Me and the others have tried to help him, but he just doesn’t fuckin’ listen.”
“Ohh,” she said, smirking at him. “So, this is just so he can keep getting in my panties?”
He chuckled and shrugged. “I’m a good friend, what can I say?”
“Asking a girl that you’re obviously head over heels for to stay with her dipshit current boyfriend so you can flirt and fuck me behind his back,” she said.
“And keep fucking him too, don’t forget,” he added.
“Right yeah, forgot that one,” she said rolling her eyes and sighing in amusement.
“Come on, you know you’ll enjoy the games,” he said. “Can you the fun mischief we can make together?”
She felt a surge of excitement push through her, and she moaned, despite her attempts to control herself. Closing her eyes and sighing as she shook her head, she opened them a second later and looked up at him.
“I know,” he said, snapping his fingers. “I’ll be the one to surrender and beg you.”
Surprised, she looked at him quizzically. “You’ll admit that you lose, and I win? And before you get any further in my panties, you’ll beg me?”
“I’ll beg you in front of my mom and dad, my high school principal, the guy who beat me up in third grade, all while wearing a fuckin’ dress,” he said. “Absolutely fucking yes.”
She giggled, wanting nothing more than to kiss his stupidly cute arrogant face. “Good,” she said. “Cuz you’re not getting in these panties again without me hearing it.”
The confidence seemed to return to him then, and he raised an eyebrow at her. “Wanna bet?”
Laughing for a moment, she stopped and looked at him pointedly, silently daring him to come and do so right then. He stoically stood his ground though, and she was mildly impressed.
“You’re not gonna come over and give it a shot?” she asked.
“Nah, I’m gonna win you the right way, baby,” he told her.
Giggling, she rolled her eyes and turned away. “Stop flashing that adorable fucking smile at me, and go home… asshole,” she said, turning back and gifting him a wink.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
“Bye handsome,” she replied, shaking her head in amusement and sliding into her car reluctantly. He waved adorably and watched as she started the car and pulled out.
*****
Sam
Note, this picks up where the previous POV chapter for Samantha left off, just after Kelly and Duncan realize who she is.
Cringing inside and hating herself for her rampantly whorish behavior, Sam gripped the steering wheel as she drove, not really having a destination.
“Damn you Keith,” she said, slapping the steering wheel.
For about half an hour, she drove aimlessly, pulling onto the loop and just cruising around the city. A calm eventually settled over her, and she thought back to how incredibly understanding and nice both Duncan and Kelly had been.
The red head especially, she felt, was more than gracious when Duncan told her what a dirty slut Sam had been. Embarrassment hammered back into her again when she thought of the look on his face when he opened the door, and the realization of her fuck-up.
Forcing all of the emotions back down, she pushed them into a little ball of hatred, deep in her gut. Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. After cooling down for a bit, she finally made the turn to head for home, and pulled in, quietly heading inside.
Her dad was up, and she waved when he came to see who was coming in so late. She looked at the clock and saw that it was after 1:00.
“Hey sugar,” he said, rubbing his eyes. He’d obviously been sleeping on his easy chair. “You okay?”
She nodded, seeing the caring look on his face. Something inside her broke, and she rushed over to hug him, her shoulders shaking with unabashed sobs.
“Did something happen Sam?” he asked, kissing her head and stroking her hair. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, her face still buried in his chest, then forced herself to stop the bullshit and collect her damn self.
“I gotta be honest kiddo, you’re worrying your old man,” he said, looking goofily down at her.
She sighed, then laughed lightly, hugging him. “I’m okay daddy,” she said. “I… I broke up with Keith.”
“Oh, honey,” he said, hugging her tightly again. “What happened?”
She hesitated before answering. What could she possibly tell him that wouldn’t be a gut punch and hurt him deeply?
“It was just time,” she said eventually. “He’s just… he’s…”
“He’s moving in a different direction?” he offered.
Thankful for the lifeline, she took it gratefully. “Yes,” she said, nodding. “Exactly.”
“Did you do the breaking up or did he?” he asked. “If that’s not prying, that is.”
She shook her head. “I guess I did,” she said, honestly not knowing. “But he said some hurtful things that I didn’t think I’d ever hear from him.”
Her dad sighed, kissing her head again. “I’m sorry, hon.”
A silence enveloped the two as she clung to him desperately, needing to feel her dad’s protective aura.
“You know,” he said, leaning back and brushing a tear from her cheek. “Your dad is a doctor. I know how to kill someone without being caught.”
She looked at him curiously. He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned widely at her, obviously trying to make her laugh.
She giggled, then took a deep breath and nuzzled his chest again. His warmth began to seep into her and she began to feel better.
“I appreciate the thought,” she said.
“Well, at least let your brothers go and beat him up,” he suggested.
She giggled at the notion, then realized that Dane already had. She looked up at him, then squeezed him tightly again.
“You want me to hold you for a bit on the couch?” he asked. “I know I’m not as good as Dane at snugglebunnies, but I could pinch-hit for him.”
She nodded, figuring that she could go for that. “I’ll go put on my pjs and join you in a minute,” she said.
He winked, nodded, and turned, heading to the living room. Feeling a little juvenile and foolish, she turned, but quickly dismissed the feelings and went upstairs, quickly changing before hurrying back downstairs. Her dad had put the TV on an old movie and was laying down, scrunched into the back of the giant couch. Happily she dove into the open arms of her father, scootching her butt back and sighing in contentment as she laid on a pillow he’d set out for her. After a few seconds, she felt him start to stroke her hair, and soon fell fast asleep.
**
Sweat soaked her back and made the shirt she was wearing stick to her. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was nearly 3 in the morning and started to move. Something stopped her though.
Behind her, Dane was erect again, his cock seemingly knowing exactly the wrong place to be for a nearly constantly horny girl like her to be able to stand. Whimpering inside, she fought an urge down to just say, “Fuck it,” and push him inside of her, consequences be damned.
Her common sense wasn’t asleep though, and she extricated herself, glancing down at the cock, still covered by pajama bottoms but sticking out lewdly, that had been doing such deliciously naughty things to her softer parts.
Her mouth watered at the sight of the bulge, and she instinctively reached out, snatching her hand back an inch away from groping it as a rumbling snore made her jump. Realization slammed into then as she remembered that Dane didn’t snore that loudly. Her Dad did though.
“FUCK” she thought.