8. Liam
Fuck.
I played the role of supportive best friend. Listening to my best friend gush about her new boyfriend. How dumb am I to think that she and I would just fall together? To think that our hookup could have been the beginning of us. As more than just Kamryn and Liam. As more than just best friends since elementary school?
Regret twines its way through my body. It’s the only feeling I can latch on to.
It’s a Friday. The football team is on the road. The campus is quiet. Too quiet.
Me: Any parties tonight?
Brandon: None near campus.
Nash: Might head to one in the next city over.
Me: I’m in.
Chance: Do we need to supervise?
Nash: You mean cockblock?
Chance: No, I mean make sure y’all don’t get arrested.
Me: We could use a getaway car.
Me: I mean a designated driver.
Me: Or should I just call you the babysitter?
Chance: Don’t be a dick.
Nash: My buddy at Tempest just told me they’re having a big party tonight.
Me: It’s settled.
Brandon: Why do I feel like this is about to be a long night?
“You’re dating the starting QB for our school?” My question plays on a loop over and over again. Losing someone I almost had but never had hurts worse than having them and losing them. No matter how I try to play it, I know my ghosting Kamryn lost me having her.
My mind keeps going back to move-in day. How it was so easy for us. Those nights wrapped around each other. The trust that was already solid between us.
I’m in love with my best friend. And I just lost her to someone that I can never compete with.
I drop my things off in my room before heading to the showers. Male freshman athletes have a whole dorm building to themselves. It’s convenient. It’s quiet when practices, games, and/or matches are scheduled. But on this particular weekend when a quarter of the dormitory is quiet because they’re part of the football team, this place is a ghost town.
I try to black out the hurt that’s doing its best to make itself known. I had years to tell Kamryn I had feelings for her. Years! But I squandered it by keeping her in the friendzone and dating other girls that didn’t look like her.
Frustrated, I dry my body off and rough dry my hair with the towel before throwing it in the hamper. I search for a pair of jeans that are decently clean and a black henley. Slipping on some boots, I grab what else I need and head towards the guys off campus apartment.
I had the option to be their roommate. But I wanted to be on campus around Kam. Call it clinging to home, but it was what I needed. She was what I needed to feel closer to home.
I make a detour into the liquor store with the new fake ID I got. My plan is to forget that my best friend found someone else. My plan is to forget. Forget that a dare was what set us in motion. That a dare was what gave me a taste of what I could have. If that involves me passing my time with girls that aren’t Kamryn, then so be it.
If she can be happy with him, then why can’t I?
Tempest University isn’t much different from our university. The athletes stick together and the sorority girls do their best to catch the eyes of the frat bros. Me? I’m just here to get a buzz and hookup. I take a couple shots before moving to the makeshift dance floor. Sliding up behind a curvy brunette. she looks over her shoulder at me with a smirk on her face.
“Is this okay?” I ask as I place my hands on her hips. Because even in my buzzed state, I still know how to ask for permission.
“More than okay,” she responds before rolling her hips into mine.
Someone turns down the lights and the dance floor gets more crowded. Our bodies press closer. My hands roam down her body as she leans her head back on my shoulder. She pushes her rolling hips harder into my groin and settles my hand on her hips as I let her feel all of me.
Stopping suddenly, she takes my hand and pulls me through the thick crowd. Leading me to a hall off of the main room, she opens a door and peers into the room. It must be vacant as she pulls us in, slams the door closed, pushes me up against the wall, and then kisses me.
My mind takes a second to process before I’m kissing her back. I lean forward and grab her by the back of her thighs. Her legs wrap around my waist.
I break the kiss because I should at least know her name despite this planning to be a one-time thing. “What’s your name?”
I walk us forward to the bed. I set her on the edge as I lean over her. Not climbing up with her. This is no-strings attached sex. Which is what got me in this mess in the first place. I hover over her, waiting for her answer.
“Lyla,” she tells me. “And your name?”
“Liam,” I tell her. Ignoring how cute our names sound together.
“I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” she says as her hands tease the hem of my shirt.
I pull my shirt off the rest of the way and then toss it to the bed. “And I’m not looking for a girlfriend. Just sex.”
“Perfect. And just one night.”
“Deal,” I agree and then press my lips to hers again. I move my lips to her jaw, down her neck, over her breasts covered with her dress. Before continuing down her body. I look up at her as I run my hands under her dress to the barely-there waistband of her thong. She nods her head and lifts her hips before I’m pulling them down her legs and tossing the scrap of fabric to the floor.
Flipping the skirt of her dress up, I blow cool air on her bare pussy.
She gasps a strangled, “Fuck,” before sliding her hands through my hair and pushing my mouth towards her pussy.
You don’t have to tell me twice. My mouth latches on to her clit. My tongue flicks the taught bud as I slide a finger into her. The sting of my hair being pulled heightens and I add another finger. Pumping them in and out, stroking her inner walls. I pull my fingers out of her and replace them with my tongue. Lapping up her arousal as she clamps her legs around my head.
I pay attention to her clit as I slide two fingers into her again. Pumping and twisting, urging her to come. My fingers find the spot that has her drenching my hand. Her scream barely heard over the sound of the party in the living room.
Pulling my fingers from her and sitting up, I hold her eye contact as I suck her release off my fingers.
Her hands pull the front of her dress down and play with her rosy nipples. “Are you just gonna stand there?” Her voice is husky, turning my erection to an almost painful feeling.
Grabbing my wallet and pulling out a condom, tossing it on the bed next to her. I swat her hands away and rip her dress off. It goes flying over my shoulder as I suck a hard pointed nipple into my mouth. My other hand plays with the other nipple. Lightly twisting and pulling until she’s moaning my name.
I back away and pull my pants down to my thighs. Reaching behind me I pull my shirt off and toss it to the top of the bed. I don’t miss the appreciation as she rakes her gaze over my body. Leaning forward, I grab the condom, I tear open the foil and roll the condom down my length.
Her legs spread in invitation, but I quickly flip her over to all fours. I won’t do missionary anymore. But this, seeing her perky ass and wet cunt in my face, yeah this works.
I tease her clit with my cock and watch her shudder. I slide my length through her arousal and coat my length before sliding into her.
Lyla’s moan has my cock twitching before I start thrusting inside of her. She arches her back causing me to slide deeper.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter.
“Harder,” she urges.
Don’t have to tell me twice. I perch a leg on the bed and pound into her. Her moans are the encouragement I need. Her ass matches my strokes thrust for thrust.
I’m seconds from blowing my load.
“I need you to get there Lyla,” I pant out. Her pussy strangles my cock. “What do you need?” I need to come now. And when she grabs my hand and places a finger on her puckered hole I know that this will send me over.
I lean forward and put my thumb in front of her mouth. “Suck,” I tell her. She doesn’t hesitate. When I feel my thumb is wet enough, I pull it from her mouth and run my finger around to her asshole before circling and slowly pushing in.
That movement has her pussy fluttering and my thrusts stuttering before she’s screaming my name as she comes.
“That’s it Lyla,” I call out before my balls draw up and I’m coming harder than ever. I pull out my thumb and grab onto her hips as I work myself through my release. When I’m spent, I pull out of her with a wince and collapse onto the bed beside her attempting to catch my breath. My jeans are still around my thighs so I pull those up and continue to look at the ceiling.
“Well that was fun,” Lyla breaks the silence after we’re done catching our breath.
I look over at her, letting out a chuckle. “Yeah.”
That regret I feel sinks back in and I turn my face away before letting her see in too deep.
The bed moves beside me as she gets up and grabs her dress. I don’t make a move to look at her.
“I know this was a one-time thing. And I’m okay with that. But if you need someone to have fun with, hit me up.” She tells me. Lyla finds a scrap piece of paper and a pencil. Jotting down her number she places it in my jeans pockets. Crawling over my body, she waits until we’re eye-to-eye. “I don’t know who she is and I don’t really care. You’re special, Liam. And I hope you know that.”
With a lingering kiss to my cheek she crawls off my body and slips out of the room. The sound from the party infiltrates the room before I’m flooded in silence once again.
I don’t regret the hookup. I did it all of the time in high school when I never thought I’d get a chance with my best friend. Now that I had that chance and she’s with someone else, the regret paired with emptiness, claws at me. Threatening to drown me in the hurt. I could blame Kamryn for this. I could. It would be so easy for me to do so. But I know I’ve had years to tell her I have more than a crush on her. So I can’t blame her.
I’ll now continue to resume the supportive best friend role. If that’s the only way to have her in my life without losing her, then that’s what I’ll do.