Best Friends Forever (28 page)

Five

Minutes, or hours later, I find myself unzipping his pants, pulling his dick out and sucking it for all I’m worth. I no longer have any worries, and I know how good this will feel. His groans bump up my confidence level, and I take more of him down my throat. His size doesn’t matter to me; chances are I won’t remember much of it in the morning.

He finally pulls me off him, helping me to my feet. “My truck is around the corner.” He zips himself up and leads me to a secluded parking lot, one far from where I arrived with Lexi and Cheyanne.

Instead of stuffing me in the cab, though, he climbs up in the bed and then turns to help me up. I throw my leg over the tailgate and see that he’s come prepared. There are blankets and pillows in the truck bed, forming a makeshift bed.

“Suck me again,” he demands, shoving his pants down to his knees.

I drop to my knees and wrap both hands around him, ready to please him much more thoroughly. I slide my tongue up and down his length, finally taking the head into my mouth and going as deep as I can. Between the beer and pot, I have next to no gag reflex, which he seems to like. I choke myself on him, going so far I can hardly breathe.

When he pulls out, I can see he’s done playing, which is fine with me. I’m ready, too. He lays down on the blankets, holding his dick straight up. “Ride it.”

I follow his demand, slipping my boots and leggings off, as well as my panties. My sweater covers most of me, but when I move to straddle him, he tugs it off, too, eyeing my bra and then helping me out of it. When I finally slide him inside me, I’m so worked up, so close to the edge that I shatter instantly, trying to keep myself moving on him.

The squeezing proves to be too much for him and once I come down from my climax, he flips me over on the blankets and fucks me senseless, bringing me to another orgasm seconds before I pass out.

* * * * *

The sun heats up my chilled skin and I snuggle deeper into the blanket. I can feel the sand beneath me, under the blanket wrapped around me. I shiver and then force my eyes open, fighting the headache I feel.

It’s not a hangover, per se, but it’s definitely something I’ve never experienced before. I sit up slowly, looking for some indication of what I did last night, but all I see is the gorgeous ocean and tire tracks nearby in the sand.

I vaguely remember kissing Andre, but something tells me he wouldn’t have left me on the beach in the cold. It’s unusually warm this morning, though, so I guess I should be thankful for the little things.

I pull back the blanket to find myself completely naked. My clothes are tucked into the blanket with me, but I don’t remember getting undressed. Using the blanket as cover, I manage to slip on my sweater and leggings, ignoring my underwear and bra. I stand up, looking around for some indication of where I am, but there is none.

I glance at the blanket again and notice a piece of paper with some scribbling on it.

Destiny, you sure do know how to party. Come to my dorm room tonight at eleven and I’ll show you how much more fun we can have. – Derrick (room 102)

Who the hell is this Derrick person? Was I with someone last night? The fact that it obviously wasn’t Andre worries me. He’s the only person I wanted last night. Why is it that I allowed myself to succumb to someone else? Unless Andre denied me again…

I sigh. I need to find out from this Derrick guy what the hell happened. I run my fingers through my hair in an attempt to detangle it. Being covered in sand doesn’t help my situation. I leave the piece of paper on the blanket and begin my walk back to school. I’m a few miles away, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to call anyone and let them see this walk of shame. I don’t even remember all the details.

I do remember feeling good about Nolan and Hazel getting what they deserve, though there was a hint of guilt pulling at my conscious. Which would be why I started drinking. Maybe Derrick slipped me something, because once I was with him, I felt great, though that could have just been the pot. I hadn’t smoked much in my life, and all I want right now is another hit. Maybe I could use this guy as my dealer…

Six

The walk back to the dorms clears my head, leaving me bereft of any emotion at all. I just want to lose myself in the same sensations I felt last night. Before I go to my own room, I find Derrick’s. I knock before I lose my nerve.

“Hey, baby,” he greets me, standing in the doorway with no shirt. His abs are gorgeous, and I hate that I can’t remember anything that happened last night.

“Hey…” I’m at a loss for words, choosing instead to stare at all his yummy goodness.

“You need another hit?” he asks.

“Umm,” I start, unsure what he means, exactly.

“The pot was laced with ecstasy. It was amazing, right?” He gives me a sly grin, and now I know why I felt the way I did last night.

“Yeah, sure,” I agree, needing to feel that way again. It was comforting, like my whole life wasn’t going down the tubes.

“This one’s on the house,” he leans back into his room and picks up a tiny plastic baggie with four pills in it. “You want more, we can work out a deal.” He eyes me up and down, and there is definitely a sexual connotation to his words.

“Thanks,” I reply, not fully ready to grasp the situation. I don’t even know if I’ll use these pills, let alone come back for more. “What happened between us last night?”

He laughs. “Everything. You’re a great little cocksucker. And then you rode this dick like there was no tomorrow. It was quite a sight.”

Fuck. “Did we use protection?”

“No, but you’re on the pill, right?” he asks, his voice wavering a little from that cocky confidence.

“Yeah. Most people ask before they fuck someone,” I mutter.

“True enough. But damn, girl, you were so eager to suck and fuck, and I wanted to get my dick wet. Sorry baby.” His crude words are actually turning me on, something I never expected.

“Well, thanks,” I murmur, not wanting to be interested in this guy. He’s a druggie, so definitely not my type.

“Like I said, if you want some more of those, we can work something out.” He licks his lips, possibly an attempt to be sexy, but I find it repulsive. He might be attractive, but I never want to do anything with him again.

I make my way back to my room, dropping on the bed. My roommate is gone for the weekend, so I strip out of my clothes and slip between the sheets. I glance at the baggie I’ve put on my nightstand. The little white pills are tempting me, drawing me to them like a moth to the flame. I sit up, grab a bottle of water off my desk and then swallow one of the pills. I lay back down and wait to see if there are any effects.

A while later, as I’m staring up at the ceiling, there’s a knock on my door. With a smile, I get up and answer the door, still naked. Derrick is in front of me, but this time he’s fully dressed. With his black rimmed glasses, he actually looks less like the drug dealer he is and more like a nerdy college kid. I giggle at his presence. He stares at me for a second and then pushes his way into my room, closing the door behind him.

“Are you crazy? You don’t answer your door butt-ass naked!”

I trail my fingers down my body, an attempt to seduce him.

“Don’t you want me?”

“Fuck yes, I do.” He unzips his snug jeans, pulling his already hard cock out.

I drop to my knees, wanting to taste him again. I draw him into my mouth, loving how smooth he is. I feel lightheaded, but I ignore it, focusing instead on how turned on I am. Above me, Derrick pulls off his shirt, revealing well-defined, tanned abs. His body is perfect, including his thick dick. His hands fist in my hair, setting the pace of my bobbing head. He pulls me close to him, a thorough deep-throat if ever there was one. Just as I feel like I might pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulls me away.

While I gasp for breath, Derrick picks me up and all but throws me onto my own bed. He spreads my legs and dives in, licking me like a starving man. He sucks my clit into his mouth and hums, the sensation causing me to shatter instantly. I buck up against him, desperate for more. Instead of a regular orgasm, this one feels like I’m being lifted high above, almost to the point of an out-of-body experience. I look down at his head between my thighs and grind my pelvis further into his face.

When I come a second time, he draws away, kneeling between my knees. Somewhere along the way, he’s lost his pants, and I admire his body as he strokes himself. He leans over me, kissing me hard.

“You want this dick?” he asks, rubbing himself against my clit.

“Fuck yes.”

“Turn over,” he commands.

I’m helpless to do anything but exactly what he asks. I get up on my hands and knees in front of him and he pulls me back against him, his dick settled at the cleft of my ass. His hands squeeze my breasts, flicking his fingers over my nipples.

I throw my head back in delight, enjoying this sweet torture. “More,” I gasp.

Derrick ignores my plea and slows down his pace, rubbing each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, drawing the bud out even further. When I make a move to get away, he tightens his grip.

“You’re not getting away that easy,” he whispers in my ear.

I moan, trying to convey my dissatisfaction. After a full minute, he pushes me back to the bed, onto my hands. He hand threads into my hair, wrapping the length around his wrist.

“I’m gunna fuck you so hard.”

“Yeah, baby,” I moan, ready for anything he wants to give me.

My world is a mixture of colors, all blending together to create the most beautiful picture. Before he gives me what I want, Derrick reaches his hand to shove something into my mouth. I know exactly what it is, and I can’t wait to get higher and reach my climax.

Once I swallow, Derrick slips into me. He has no trouble at all, his big cock going all the way in, stretching me. I’m so wet, it doesn’t matter how big he is. All I want is more.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he mutters, thrusting into me again and again.

My erratic breathing matches his thrusts. His hand tightens in my hair and he pulls my body back onto him. He’s no longer thrusting, forcing me to work for what I want. I slam my body onto his, desperate for another orgasm. After a few thrusts, I feel his body tighten up and then he lets go of my hair, his hands coming to rest on the bed beside mine. His chest is pressed intimately against my back. And then he starts the real fucking.

Gone are the thrusts that make me want him to go harder. He slaps his body into mine, pushing me forward. My hands give out and I drop to my elbows, with just my ass in the air. Derrick gets back to his knees, his hands pulling at my hips to him. Every movement sends a shiver down my spine, more and more anxious to reach that release.

Our groans of satisfaction come at the same time, both of us reaching and then tumbling over the edge. He slumps against me, forcing me to lay flat on the bed. His weight on me should bother me, but I find it comforting.

When his dick starts to harden again, still inside me, I rotate my hips.

“Girl, you’re gunna kill me,” he mutters.

And then he gives me a round two that makes me wish I could just stay in my room and fuck him all day.

Seven

As I pull up my jeans, I realize I need a serious shower. The sand, sweat, and a great fucking has me more than just a little uncomfortable. I explain my need to Derrick, discreetly.

“Sure, girl. Here, you take these and I’ll catch up with you later,” he says, handing me another little baggie, this one with far more pills.

I’m still a little dazed from the pill I took earlier, but I kind of like the feeling. It’s as if I’m floating; I feel light and truly happy, for the first time in forever. Derrick nods his head to me as he zips up his jeans and then he’s gone, out of my room, and possibly even my life. This is no love story between us. Sex is all there is. Surprisingly, I find myself perfectly okay with that.

After I gave my whole heart to Nolan, I have no desire whatsoever to repeat that mistake anytime soon. I understand now, why girls choose to have fuck buddies instead of boyfriends. It’s far less drama, as far as I can tell. I decide that Derrick might be just the guy to help me get over Nolan.

I grab my shower bag, towel, and a change of clothes and head to the shower. The room is empty, which isn’t surprising, considering that it’s early on a Saturday. Most kids are passed out, still hung over from the parties last night. I should still be passed out, too, but the pills make me feel amazing, sexual, like I’m the prettiest girl in the world.

I wash my hair and body and then shave my legs. They aren’t all that stubbly, but if I’m going to be getting some on a regular basis, I need to always be prepared. Derrick doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who only wants me at certain times of day, certain days of the week. There’s a fire in him, one that burns for me.

As I shut off the showerhead, my phone buzzes from the pocket of my jeans hanging up on a hook. I pull it out after I wrap a towel around myself.

It’s Cheyanne.

Are you alive?

She’s worried about me, it seems, but I don’t really feel like talking to her, or Lexi. I ignore the text and get dressed. By the time I walk out of the showers, two girls have come in, getting into the shower stalls. Perfect timing, I think. Plus, the water is hottest first thing in the morning.

Back in my room, I blow dry and then straighten my hair, making sure it’s damn near perfect. I apply a bit of makeup and then decide what to wear. A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts.

I pull open the door to find Nolan, his eyes red and overall, he looks depressed.

“What do you want?” I ask, irritated.

He glances at me and then back at his feet. “Is this how you felt?”

I know what he’s talking about, I’m glad he feels as shitty as he does, but I won’t let him drag me down with him.

“No, Nolan. I felt worse. I gave you my goddamn virginity. I let you take something I considered precious, something I thought I would save until marriage. And you treated me like dirt. And why do you even feel bad? You didn’t have a single remorseful thought for me when you slept with Hazel. Why the hell would you have one when you did almost the same thing to Hazel?”

“I did do exactly the same thing to Hazel. But the difference is, I actually love Hazel,” he snaps.

My head whips back to glare at him. “You’re an ass. When you really love someone, you don’t treat them like this! You aren’t capable of love,” I mutter.

“Maybe you’re right,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

I can’t stand to look at him anymore, so I slam the door in his face, wishing so many deadly thoughts on him and Hazel. I almost wish they would both die. That’s probably harsh, but I hate them both so much.

And now that they’re both suffering, I feel powerful, as if I could take on the world today. I smile to myself, pulling a plastic baggie out of my jeans. I stare at the little pill for a full minute before I decide to take another. I want this euphoric feeling to stay with me, to fill me with happiness, even if it is fake. It’s better than the depression spiral I was in before.