Chapter 31 #3
He changed the TV from music videos to Another Cinderella Story. Livy gasped. “I love this movie!”
Hazy dragged her closer and leaned his head against the back of the couch. “I know.”
They watched the movie for a while, and he had almost drifted to sleep when Livy said, “I had the biggest crush on him.”
“Joey Parker?”
“Yes!”
“I had a crush on Dustin. And Tami. Together.”
“He did look amazing with those cupid wings. And her tutu was so cool back then.”
“Her tutu is still fucking cool.”
Selena Gomez pressed play on a CD outside her own house, and Livy lightly slapped Hazy’s bare stomach. “He should have listened the first five times she told him she was the mystery girl.”
“But then how would he know she thinks he’s totally kissable?”
“That boy doesn’t need anyone else stroking his ego. He could have figured it out on his own.”
“Trust me. No seventeen-year-old boy is figuring anything out on his own. That boy was dumb as a box of rocks.”
“You weren’t dumb.”
“Oh yes, I was. You’re misremembering.”
Guilt about how he’d treated her when she admitted feelings resurfaced.
She never deserved that reaction. He’d panicked.
It wasn’t an excuse, and they moved past it.
But it sat in the back of his mind, taunting him.
Grazing his fingertips over her shoulder and arms, he reminded himself that she was right there with him.
They’d saved their friendship. Chosen each other over the awkwardness.
He inhaled the scent of his shampoo on her skin.
If he hadn’t lost her then, he wouldn’t lose her now.
“I love you,” she said, sleepy.
He pressed a kiss to her hair. “I love you too,” he said.
Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, breathing through her mouth. She traced the lines of his abs with barely there grazes of her fingers as she rested her eyes.
His body reacted to the touch. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her movement, and she flattened her palm against his torso.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
He had to get away. One wrong move and she’d have his hard dick pressed against her. He cleared his throat and wriggled out from under her. She let out a half-hearted, sleepy whine in protest.
He intended to escape to the bathroom to calm down. But then he was standing in his bathroom, faced with the mess they’d made. And suddenly she was everywhere.
She was straddling his lap while she shaved his face and nursed his wounds. She was sitting on the counter chattering about nothing as he learned to shower on his own again. She was resting her feet in his lap while he painted her toes. She was on her knees by the bathtub.
His dick throbbed. If he didn’t take care of it right that second, he might combust.
She would be best friends with the shower head.
He groaned and palmed his erection. In his imagination a naked Livy sprawled out in his oversized bathtub, her eyes closed and head tossed back in pleasure, holding the gold shower head steadily on her clit.
Fuck. No. Absolutely not.
He pulled his hand off his dick long enough to fish in his pocket for his phone and scroll to the nudes Tiffany had sent earlier in the week. She did have fantastic boobs. Livy had that right.
Hazy pulled down his sweats enough to free his dick. He squirted a pump of lotion from the counter into his palm and slicked it over himself. Focusing on the picture of one of his favorite hookups, he stroked himself. And stroked. And stroked.
And got more frustrated. His attention drifted to the bathtub. He could almost hear the noises his best friend would make as she came. They would be quiet and needy. Her cheeks would flush. Her nipples would be hard little pebbles begging to be tweaked.
Pressure built at the base of his spine. His balls tightened.
Wait. No. Not Livy. Tiffany.
He forced his attention to his phone screen. The woman he could have. The appropriate choice for this activity. The orgasm that had been so close slipped further away.
He glanced at the bathtub. He could fit in there with her. If he found her like that, beautiful and pent-up, would she invite him to join her? Would she let him kiss and lick and suck every sensitive spot on her body until she saw stars? He fucking hoped so.
He abandoned his phone. Tiffany’s fake tits were great. He didn’t want them. The moment he gave in and leaned into the fantasy, his orgasm barreled through him. He bit a knuckle to keep from crying out as his cock pulsed in his hand, leaving him a sticky mess.
The relief of his release lasted about three seconds. He’d jerked it to the thought of Livy using his good water pressure to get herself off.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Lover’s face floated through his mind as he rinsed cum off his hand and softening dick.
He’d jerked it to his best friend’s girlfriend.
How could he ever look either of them in the eye again?
He leaned against the bathroom door and slid to the ground.
Pressing his palms into his eyes, he took a deep breath.
It would be okay. They’d never know. He could keep this to himself. It would never happen again.
Except it might happen again. Becoming captivated by her beauty and curious about her body was turning into a habit. One he needed to quit immediately.
He scrambled to his feet and located the phone he’d tossed away amid his indiscretion. He fired off a text.
Dinner tomorrow?
It was after two in the morning, but the reply came instantly.
Tiffany
Can’t wait. *heart emoji*