Chapter 42 #3
Tiffany and I looked at each other as she tried to twirl a lock of Taylor’s hair around her fingers.
It wasn’t very graceful, so she changed her strategy.
I saw Taylor startle when her friend lowered her hand to her boob, but she was too drunk to take her seriously, and she started to giggle.
She only stopped when Tiffany gave her a peck on the lips.
“Cut it out, Jamie’s here.”
I licked the paper with the tip of my tongue, without taking my eyes off the girls.
“Is that how you two make out?” I asked, almost contemptuously.
Taylor was definitely gone. I saw her open her mouth in an exaggerated way when her friend stuck her tongue down her throat as she kept her eyes on me.
I followed the movement of Tiffany’s hands as she sculpted Taylor’s hips and then moved under the red fabric around Taylor’s legs. Tay didn’t protest.
Tiff and I were more drunk and high than Taylor, but she didn’t protest even though I was convinced that she’d never allow something like that, not even when drunk.
“Now?” asked Tiffany.
“Now . . .”
“Now nothing. We’ll smoke this, and then I’m going home. Taylor, get in bed before your dad gets here.” I cut her off, lighting up the joint.
At first it was exciting to go out with her just to piss him off, but ever since he’d threatened to throw me to the wolves I was more cautious when I went there.
“But he’s not coming back tonight,” the blond murmured, before getting on top of me.
I closed my eyes. My head started spinning again, and it seemed like I was in Jackson’s pickup again.
That damn princess turned red when I put my hands on her thighs.
“I thought you’d stay here for a bit, Jamie.”
And she did it again when I started to fiddle with the straight hair that fell down her shoulders. If only she knew how I’d pull her hair.
Taylor caressed the nape of my neck, went down my back, and dug her nails into me, making me cry out in pain.
I brought the joint to my lips and took a long drag then blew out a large cloud at the ceiling.
“Jamie, come on.”
The warm whisper penetrating my ear brought me back down to earth.
“You sure you want me here?”
We never did it at her house, especially not with her best friend staring at us.
“I called you on purpose.”
Taylor used me like her personal plaything. “Can you take this off?” I asked her as she started to indulgently lick my lips, moving her tongue in and out of my mouth sexily.
“I got it at La Perla and paid an arm and a leg for it. Let me keep it on.”
Rich girls were so boring.
Don’t mess up my hair; I just did it. Don’t kiss me there; otherwise it’ll mess up my lipstick. This outfit is the most expensive one I have; don’t tear it off me.
This was why I preferred guys sometimes. They were a lot simpler—fewer words and more action.
“Hey, gentle.”
Taylor sank her teeth into my neck, and now she was digging her nails into my back, but my feeling of boredom decreased when she grazed my lower stomach. I liked that. It was turning me on. I caressed her shoulders, thumbing her protruding collarbones. Her bra straps fell, but she tensed up.
“What are you doing? Tiffany’s still here,” she whispered, laughing as the brunet took the joint out of my hand.
“It’s not like you want to have her go away.”
“James, don’t be a perv like always.”
“I’m not doing shit.”
I leaned my head on the couch, waiting for her next move.
Taylor slithered her hands across my abs and took off my T-shirt abruptly, without any gentleness. I thought about when June White helped me get undressed.
Taylor traced my chest with her warm hands and wet mouth.
Who knew what was whirling around in that smart girl’s head.
“Make a move,” I whispered to Tiffany, who was sulking and smoking from the other side of the room.
She reached out her hand as if to say, What do I do now?
“Come here, move quickly.” I barely got those words out, because Taylor was devouring my lips.
“But you can’t touch him. He’s mine.” The blond sighed as she noticed the other girl come closer.
Tiffany put the joint between my lips, allowing me to inhale the smoke until Taylor looked at her, scandalized.
“You’re still in your underwear? Tiff, what’s your deal, you just want to look at us?”
“Oh, I don’t think she’d limit herself to watching.” I giggled.
Tiffany took off her bra to reveal her round, solid breasts. I should take off my clothes.
Heat tingled at the nape of my neck, so I lowered my pants to my knees and remained shirtless at the mercy of their hands.
“Why don’t you kiss her again?” I urged Taylor, who looked at her friend, astounded but turned on. Her thighs were open on top of me, so all I had to do was put my hand under her underwear, bend my thumb, and move it over, letting what was under rub against my boxers.
“James, aren’t you too stoned?”
“You kiss her.”
I supported Taylor by her hips as she leaned over to her friend. Tiffany licked her lip in such a risqué way that I got hard almost instantly.
I’d waited long enough. I dug my hands into the jacket on the couch in search of a pill.
“James, don’t go too far, or you know what’ll happen.”
Of course. What’s important is that I’m always ready for you.
“I’m not gonna take that,” Taylor said.
I stuck out my tongue and put a colorful pill on top of it.
Tiffany pounced on top of me like I was a succulent piece of prey, but I shook my head at her.
I looked at Taylor, who looked at me reluctantly.
Her hesitation lasted exactly one second.
Our tongues intertwined in a frenetic dance as I let her take what she wanted.
“Jamie.” I heard Tiffany’s languid voice demand something, then she put her warm hand on my bicep.
She was giving me puppy eyes, and even though I didn’t know if they wanted drugs or sex from me, I never turned them down. I always gave them everything I had.
Taylor let go of all her inhibitions, and I found myself moaning in pleasure when her hands went down my boxers. I struggled to stretch an arm out to reach my jacket again. Tiffany was quivering.
“If you want it, you have to open your mouth.”
But instead of giving her the poison she wanted so much right away, I took it, making her moan in frustration. Her disappointment turned into a spark of arousal as soon as I pushed the last pill into her mouth with my thumb. Then I closed my eyes.
Finally. My brain started to turn to mush. But not my body.
The heat rushed to my cheeks then my legs. I didn’t see anything, I just felt.
Breathless, I bowed my chin toward my stomach, where Taylor’s head bobbed up and down, making me lose my mind.
Tiffany climbed onto the couch and positioned herself next to me.
I didn’t do anything; I limited myself to opening my mouth to take in her small swollen nipples between my lips.
I licked them until they were wet as she pulled her underwear down her thighs.
At a certain point the room seemed to go crazy and started to spin around me.
“Fuck, yeah.” I groaned when I tasted my flavor on her greedy wet tongue. We started kissing again as I felt Tiffany’s expert hands roll the condom over my member.
I had to push myself and concentrate unreasonably in order to do what I was about to do. Sex was a reflex. It didn’t matter how many people were involved or their gender, but the alcohol and drugs were starting to have a devastating effect on my foggy mind.
The condom?
I had it on.
Taylor?
I continued to sink into them.
Tiffany?
She was all around my warm, moist fingertips. The colors mixed together. First the yellow then the black.
In front of my eyes, on my mouth. Their moans blended together.
“I want you.”
Tiffany’s voice slid down Taylor’s mouth, and this time she didn’t pull away.
The images mixed together, even the flavors intertwined, but the feelings became increasingly clear, so I hooked both hands into the blond’s soft hips and made her get on top of me.
I sank into her again, and with my index finger I traced the perfect arch of her back as her heat swallowed me again inside her welcoming body.
I grabbed her long blond hair and pulled it forcefully, then gave her a light tug, pulling her head down.
I pushed her against Tiffany’s stomach, as she got up to kneel.
“Jamie.”
Taylor’s voice reached me from far away, and in a moment my eyes feasted on the view of her worming her way between Tiffany’s thighs.
I started thrusting harder inside of her until I heard Taylor cry out as Tiffany threw her head back moaning in pleasure.
I waited for both of them to reach their peak again, and when I felt Taylor still around my length, I couldn’t resist it any further.
I growled like an animal, spilling out into the condom until the last drop.
A heat wave penetrated my entire body, draining me.
I felt completely emptied out, body and soul.
“I’ll have to clean everything tomorrow before the cleaning ladies come,” Taylor commented, lying down blissfully on the couch. “I recommend that we keep this between us,” she whispered, embarrassed, putting her pajama top back on.
Tiffany was putting her underwear on and then her bra, as she looked at me smiling. As if we hadn’t done this before.
It didn’t matter if it was Becky, Taylor, or Sammy; they were all the same to me.
“Where’re you going, Jamie?”
I was hot; I needed air. I needed to be alone.
I put my boxers and pants back on then went to the bathroom to take off the condom and wash my hands.
Staring back at me in the mirror was a guy with messy hair and a bruised neck.
My reflection didn’t make me feel anything, maybe because I was high.
The only thing I felt was the unbearable heat. I went out onto the balcony shirtless.
It was cold outside, but I didn’t feel it. My warm skin kept itching. I grabbed my phone and saw a notification.
June: Remember, we have an assignment to do
I smiled when I saw that text, as the little glint of light from the lighter illuminated my hands.
Hunter: Yeah, Princess Pain in the Ass
June: Try not to come back drunk or high tomorrow please
I smiled.
Hunter: Yes mommy
“What’s so funny? Who is it?”
I heard Taylor’s faraway but irritating voice.
“Nobody,” I answered coldly, without caring if I sounded rude.
I wanted to be alone, so I closed the door behind me. I put the vape pen between my slightly swollen lips.
June: I’ll bring it tomorrow since I have to go help Jasper anyway
Hunter: You’re really fucking bossy
June: Go to bed, Hunter, what are you still doing up when you couldn’t even stand up before?!?
I took a slow breath in, letting the smoke burn my lungs, and then let it dissolve into the night with all my problems.
Hunter: I heard you, Snow White. Talk to you tomorrow
I was wide awake. Maybe my mom was right. I was an impatient kid. Too impatient. I couldn’t wait for the next day to come.
But just to get out of this mess with Taylor and Tiffany. I certainly didn’t care about that nosy, stubborn princess.