When I woke up, I was alone in Casey’s bed and my phone said ten o’clock. I sat up and found myself staring at the computer desk and chair where Linda had been sitting the night before. I grinned at the thought.
On my way to the bathroom, I passed Steph’s room again. The door was open this time, but the room was empty. I remembered the looks on her face, her wide eyes filled with curious confusion.
I made my way to the kitchen and found Casey at the counter filling a mug with coffee. “Morning sleepy head,” she turned and handed me the cup. She was already dressed in her usual, jeans and a t-shirt with little black flats.
“You’re already dressed,” I looked down at my wrinkled skirt and blouse, but I really didn’t care. “Where is everyone?”
“Mom had to work this morning,” she pointed to a note on the counter, “and Steph had swimming.”
I nodded and looked Casey over again. There was something so…different about her now. I couldn’t put my finger on it, I mean, I don’t know exactly what it was, but she was different, hotter in a way and not just because of the ten inches of pure pleasure she was packing in her pants. No, this was something else, a slight difference in her attitude or personality, I don’t know, but I liked it.
She caught me looking and blushed. “God, you really are a little slut, aren’t you? What would Brad say if he knew about…?”
“He’d want to join in,” I laughed, “he’s a football player, they’re half gay already, tackling other men in spandex, pushing each other round and wrestling.” I rolled my eyes.
“I still can’t believe last night,” Casey took a seat at the table across from me. “I mean, wow.”
I grinned. “Yeah, wow.”
“I am so glad Steph didn’t hear us.” She stood and walked to the fridge. “She had no idea about the clinic.”
My heart jumped in my throat and did my best to swallow it back down. “Really? Yeah, wow. Thank god.” The words tumbled awkwardly out of my mouth as I remembered Steph standing in the door watching her mom cum down my throat.
“But you know this clinic has been a lifesaver. You want a half a grapefruit?” She turned toward me with a huge grapefruit in one hand.
“Sure,” I said. What the fuck? Shit. What should I say? I took a sip of coffee and watched Casey cut the fruit.
“Those guys last night were cute,” she said absently.
“Yeah, Mr. Darkhair was nice. Yours looked rich.”
“He gave me his number,” she chuckled, “I wonder what he would think if he knew I had a dick.”
I laughed. “You never know. I had a boyfriend once.”
“That’s right!” She brought the grapefruit and forks over to the table, “that guy who liked to get, what did you call it, pegged?”
“Yup,” I slipped my spoon into the fruit remembering that strap on and what it felt like to stand behind him. “But you don’t even need the hardware,” I glanced down at Casey’s crotch and saw the gentle rise in her jeans.
Casey blushed.
I looked down at the swirling coffee. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I thought about Brad and what he would think if he knew, but really, I didn’t care. It doesn’t matter what he thinks, he doesn’t have to know. Also, why am I horny at 10am in the morning?
Glancing up, I caught her eye and had a flashback to the pained expression on her face while she was fucking me last night. A chill went through me. We could have sex right here on the table.
Her phone started to vibrate, and she picked it up. “Alright, I have to go. All that work we did last night,” she playfully looked me over, “I have to drop it off at the clinic.” She took a quick gulp of coffee, smiled at me in a new, gentle way, and grabbed her keys.
I was hoping she would ask me about tonight. It was Saturday and, although I needed to knock out a little laundry later, there was plenty of time for us to hang again.
“I’ll call you once I get back,” she grinned and slipped out the door.
I could tell she was a little embarrassed, a little scared and anxious about our friendship and this new, weird aspect of it. It was written all over her face, but I didn’t know what to say to make it better.
I sat at the table drinking coffee and checking my emails and Facebook for a few minutes and then figured I had soaked up enough of the air conditioning. Besides, I was still wearing yesterday’s underwear and I needed a shower.
After I cleared the table and put everything in the dishwasher, I headed upstairs for my keys. I was halfway up, when I heard the back-door slam and footsteps racing through the kitchen. “Hello?” I turned on the steps to see who it was.
Stephanie dashed out of the kitchen and straight up the stairs. She was staring at the ground, her long hair hanging down over her head; she didn’t even look at me. She brushed by me on the steps, dashed to her room, and closed the door like I wasn’t even there.
It took me a second to realize what had just happened, but she was eighteen, a month from graduation, emotions were running hot. I shook my head as I remembered the end of my senior year and continued up the steps.
Then I heard it. A quiet sobbing coming from Steph’s room. My heart fell, and I looked at my phone. I didn’t have anywhere to be and besides, I had known Steph as long as I had known Casey. I gently knocked on the door.
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