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Before pulling my zipper down, she smiled up at me. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything.” She must’ve read my mind. With that, she licked her lips, pulling my dick out. I leaned my head back, allowing the sensation to build as her warm lips covered me. The stars were bright out tonight.

Chapter - 3

Becca

Something was coming over me. All I wanted to do was have Grey right there in front of everybody. I tightened my legs around him, pulling him closer to me at the same time his hands made their way inside the back of my pants, grabbing my ass. Feeling him take control like that turned me on, so bad. His bulge was pressed between my legs and I couldn’t help but grind a little against him. Even though I was drunk, I knew when to not push it, and I was pushing it. Pulling away from him a little, I ran my hands under his shirt, feeling his stomach coated in a little hair. He placed his head in the crook of my neck, making me laugh.

“Grey, we can’t do this here.” I didn’t want to stop, but the moaning we were doing was something for the bedroom, not for an audience.

He nibbled my neck, making goosebumps appear over my entire body. “Don’t worry, pumpkin, nobody is paying attention to us.”

I looked around to see that actually a few people
were
looking at us. “Yes, they are,” I argued. I removed my hands from inside his shirt then grabbed his hands, which were still inside the back of my pants.

As he tried to pull me in for another kiss I pulled back, shaking my head. “Are you fucking serious, Becca?” he asked me. He was pissed. What the fuck was he pissed at?

“Excuse me?” I couldn’t believe him. Maybe I wanted to take this moment back to the truck or back to my house. Maybe I didn’t want to let it play out in front of people I had to see during the week, or worse, at work.

“Is it because James is here somewhere?” Grey asked.

I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and stood up in front of him. “What the fuck does this have to do with James?”

Now he stood up, standing in front of me so that we were both staring at each other. One of his eyes was a little lazy and that only happened when he was drunk or tired. I’m going with drunk. I hated when he was drunk because he talked out of his ass, which was exactly what he was doing. “It doesn’t matter. He’s probably fucking someone right now.” Grey basically spat the words in my face, which made me flinch, but I composed myself quickly.

“I don’t care what
he
does! I care what
we
do!” I shouted. A couple of people around us stopped talking and were now looking right at us. “Did it ever occur to you that I wanted to go to the truck, or maybe my fucking house?” The only word to describe his face was shocked. Of course he hadn’t thought that at all.

But before Grey could say anything a couple of his friends came toward us and patted him on the back. They had a few girls circling them, giggling like idiots.

Fuck females and males. Both are stupid. Grey turned to look at them, smiling as though we weren’t just having a conversation. He was always trying to avoid shit instead of talking about it.

I grabbed his arm, swinging him toward me. “We’re not finished talking.” I put my hands on my hips, which meant business. The guys around him looked shocked. I didn’t know if it was because I was speaking to him the way I was, or something else. But right then I was drunk, pissed, and horny. I’d actually been having a good time with him.

However, he didn’t answer, he just turned to the guys he was talking to as though he hadn’t heard a word I’d said. He didn’t want to look stupid in front of his friends. I didn’t get it. I wanted to finish the conversation and he wanted to act like it had never happened. Talking to your girlfriend in front of your friends doesn’t make you a punk. It actually gives you balls. Which at that moment, he had none.

After being completely ignored, I stomped away from him to the keg. As I got close, I saw people around me, taking shots, so I joined in and had two. The liquor burned my throat, and not in a nice way. I turned around looking for
him
. I needed someone to talk to and he was always the first person to come to mind. I wouldn’t tell James the whole thing because he might punch Grey’s lights out. He’s so protective. After looking around for a couple of minutes he was nowhere to be found.

Maybe Grey was right and James was fucking someone else right now.

I tried to look for Emma as I swayed back and forth. How I was still standing I’d never know. I shouldn’t have done those last two shots. Finally finding Emma, I saw that she was passed out in Susan’s car. Susan was her sister. She would swear she was younger than what she really was, which in reality, was about thirty-two years old, but she wanted us all to believe she was closer to twenty-two.

I thought maybe I should close my eyes for a while to sober up, since I’d be driving home later. I was certain Grey wouldn’t stop drinking so that only left me, and with the state I was in I wouldn’t make it home. After trying to walk for some time, I couldn’t find my way. I guess I was more confused than I thought.

That’s it. No more drinking for me.

It messed with my brain.

Not cool.

As I got farther away from the crowd I heard weird noises. Without thinking, I followed the sound. Maybe someone was playing music in his or her car. Maybe our car was where their car was.

It was a good thing I didn’t make a noise or fall because I heard a hissing sound. Not the hiss of a snake, but more like the intake of breath. I instantly became sober, I mean, I was in the middle of a cornfield, maybe that chainsaw guy was out there somewhere. I got closer to the sound, slightly swaying. When the source of the sound came into view I saw some chick on her knees. I tried to muffle my laughter by covering my mouth with my hands.

Was this chick serious?

Blowing someone in the middle of the field, not that far away from people? I mean, her head was going back and forth so fast it just looked painful.
Slut
. As soon as I turned around to keep my search up for the truck, I heard a man’s voice.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he said.

I froze.

I knew that voice. I knew who it belonged to. Turning around, I saw the guy in the same attire I saw James in earlier, minus his leather jacket. He had his head leaned back, looking toward the sky. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. Leaning his head forward, I saw that it
was
him. He fucking had some slut blowing him off! I was totally right, but most of all, Grey was right. I knew this was why Grey questioned me about my friendship with James. This was who he was; a man whore. But he was my best friend and I’d never slept with him. He had other sluts to do that with him, not saying I never fantasized about it, but still.

James was James, and I couldn’t change that. I didn’t want to change that. I just wished I had sided with my past boyfriends, instead of defending James, defending our friendship. I felt tears start to stream down my face. I didn’t even know why I was so upset. I think the whole situation with Grey and then James, combined with drinking, had just sent me over the edge. I just needed to make my way back to the truck before I fell flat on my face.

I must have made a sound because I heard his voice say, “Who’s there?”

I ran pretty fast considering the drunken state I was in, which was a good thing because cars surrounded me quickly. I spotted Grey’s truck immediately and climbed in before lying down.

Men are such dicks. I mean, huge dicks.

What if James never came down this weekend? Would it have been different with Grey? Would he have mentioned James when I stopped him?

Remembering that I placed the keys in my pocket, I took them out and turned the car on. I needed something to drown out my pathetic sorrow. Since I hated the music that Grey listened to I always made sure I had my iPod with me. I plugged it in and shuffled the songs until it stopped on ‘Close Yet Far’ by CKY.

I lay down on the truck bench, leaving the door open so that my legs dangled out. My jacket was making me hot from running and drinking so I removed it and threw my hands over my eyes, making my shirt rise. If only this car was a convertible. I would’ve been able to see the stars and get lost in them.

I was acting like a baby now, blaming the freaking drinks. I never drank that much and I didn’t know why I had then. I guess when you’re in an atmosphere like this you can’t help but join in. Now there I was, all by myself, while my boyfriend chatted with his friends, and best friend was busy getting a blowjob. I needed to grow up, forget about him. It was never going to happen. Stop the daydreaming. I was in a relationship, and I wouldn’t be with Grey if I didn’t like him. He was a nice, down to earth kind of guy, a quality I loved about him. And those lips…say no more.

If James wanted to be with me then we would have been together already. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. Who was I to stop him from getting laid? I was just his friend, someone who gave him a hard time because I had feelings for him.

Past tense.

I needed to let him be, maybe even bring condoms for him to have. Yeah, that’s what I was going to do, help him in that department. Although I’m pretty sure he didn’t need help.

We weren’t kids anymore. If he hadn’t tried anything when we were younger then what makes me think he would try anything now, now that I had a boyfriend and now that he wasn’t around so much? Besides, he didn’t do the commitment thing, not after he watched his parents split. He didn’t speak too much about it, but he despised his father with the strength of a thousand burning suns.

We were both grown adults who were very close friends and that’s where it ended. But would it ever end for me? I’d had feelings for him since the first time I hung out with him, almost eight years ago now. But if I wanted this to work with Grey then I needed to let him go completely, right? Grey would like that. He didn’t know how much I spoke with James, which wasn’t really that much lately. Yeah, it was time I give my all to Grey and stopped pushing myself away from him.

James

As I was putting myself together and helping this chick off the ground, her knees red with a little dirt, I thought I heard someone.

“Who’s there?” I yelled out but there was only silence. I mean, if someone was there would they really answer me? Probably not. Oh well, I was ashamed of nothing. I wasn’t the one on my knees.

As we made our way back to the gang my eyes wandered involuntarily to the area where Becca had been with Grey, but there was nobody there. I let my eyes wander some more, finally spotting Grey laughing and chatting it up with a few friends of his, but no Becca. Like, no Becca anywhere. Where the hell was she? It didn’t look like he was looking for her either.

I guess that could only mean a few things. One: They got into a real argument. Two: Becca was tired and asked someone to take her home. Three: She was somewhere and I couldn’t find her. I felt a pat on my back, making me jump a little. I saw Paul raise his hands in the air to surrender. I hated being caught off guard.

“Sorry, dude,” he said, smiling. I think he’d had way too much to drink. “You missed it, James,” he slurred just a little. If he didn’t have his arms around someone I think he would have face planted the floor.

I looked at him and his eyes were tight, almost shut. He really needed to lay off the liquor. “Missed what, Paul?” I asked him, taking the cup from his hand and tossing the liquid onto the floor. I was done with drinking for the night and so was he. He was staying at my mom’s house and I didn’t want her to have to clean up after someone. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to do that either.

“That chick of yours was yelling at her dude, or some shit,” he explained, placing his other hand on my shoulder. I wanted to slap his hands off of me but that would have led to problems. We were both headstrong kind of guys, never having a problem to get into a fight whether from something stupid or serious. We’d been in a couple of fights back home together whenever some idiot would get jealous or they were just too drunk.

I looked to where Grey was. He was still all smiles, acting as though nothing had happened, which I’m pretty sure something had. I was about to make my way to him, knock some sense into his stupid head, when Paul tightened his grip on my shoulder. “Dude, no,” he said, sobering a little. “She stormed off somewhere, almost seemed like the direction you came from.”

At his words it was like someone had poured cold ice water down my back. From the direction I came from? I removed Paul’s arm from me and headed where I had just come from. I knew the cars were back there but nothing else. Well, except for my little pleasure party. But no way did she see that. She was too busy with Stupid Ass.

As I got closer to the cars I heard music playing from one. I couldn’t make out the words just that there was music somewhere. Grey’s truck came into view but nobody was there. Where the hell was she? As I got closer, I swore I thought my heart was going to pop out of my chest. The slight drunken state I had been in was no longer present.

I saw that the passenger door was wide open and a pair of legs was just hanging out of it. All I saw were the classic black Toms Becca had been wearing today. Fuck! What if something had happened to her? What if someone took advantage of her back here where nobody could hear or find her?

I practically ran toward her, finding her lying in the car with an arm over her face. The shirt she was wearing rose up on her taut stomach, revealing a glimpse of a sexy black, lacy bra. She looked fucking hot. I shook the thought from my head; I wasn’t supposed to be thinking things like that about my best friend. Slowly, I inched my hand toward her arm, but when I touched her she popped up and screamed.