“Shut up,” Nalani says, with a smile in her voice. “That’s it. That’sthedress.”
“You look like … like you’ve been holding out on us. Your tits are amazing.” Sofie says.
Noelle laughs, “So … I should buy it?”
All three say in unison, “Buy it!”
The call ends, and she walks back out smiling. “Perfect revenge dress.”
“Okay?” I laugh as she sits down and explains that Noelle has a wedding to attend and the situation. Apparently, her bestfriend from college was with Dash for a couple of years, but not with him. When he left to play D1 for Lincoln University with Koa, this ‘twat’ went after the nerdy tech guy that Noelle had a huge crush on and is now going to their wedding.
“Why?”
“We all wonder the same thing, but Noelle needs closure. To Sofie, it’s a revenge dress; to Noelle, it’s a breakup with the bride in a way she needs to dress. Honestly, it’s better than Lauren deserves. She has been historically awful to her through some very difficult times.” She leans back and hugs herself. “It’s okay to do things others don’t agree with if that’s what we need.”
“Like hiding out and playing house when?—”
She pokes a toe into my leg, “Yes.”
“I’m down.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about our friend’s personal dealings,” she says, smiling down and then looks up at me, smirking.
“You have a secret,” I note.
“So many.” She sighs dramatically.
“Keep them.”
“Do you have secrets?”
“Secrets about me? No. Do I know things I keep to myself?” I sigh just like she had. “So many.”
I amface down and feasting on her pussy when her phone chimes on the nightstand.
She reaches for it, and I growl, “Don’t you dare.”
“It’s Nalani,” she pulls away. “I have to.”
“Are you being serious right now?” I ask, rolling to my back.
“Uh-huh,” she says, heading to the bathroom where I hear her answer, gasp, and say, “No way.”
I don’t mean to listen in, but I really want to know what is more important than my face between her legs, and Nalani is talking loud enough that I can hear her. “Some model Dash was doing a commercial shoot, ran into her, trying to get the perfect selfie to blast on her socials. He saw it and took her to his dry cleaners; fingers crossed, it works out.”
“She looked absolutely stunning. I mean, she always does,” Claudia sounds like she’s personally hurt. “But this was the one time I’ve seen her light up like that. Like she actually saw herself the way everyone else does.”
“Koa took my phone away when I was looking up Laurens’ contact info to tell her it was a C-U-N-T, move to invite her to a wedding that she was marrying the guy Noelle, ‘her best friend’, had a crush on when she’s been nothing but a T-W-A-T to her since. Claudia, the way she treated her after her Dad died.”
“Criminal,” Claudia finishes for her.
When she finally comes out, she looks down at my very sad dick, “Well, that’s a situation I need to resolve.”
Slowly, she crawls onto the bed and starts trailing kisses down my chest, teasing each nipple with her tongue before continuing downward. She reaches my now semi-erect cock and takes it in her hand, giving it a firm stroke as it hardens under her touch.
She opens her mouth wide and envelops my now fully erect and much happier dick with her warm, wet lips and begins to bob up and down my length with an expert rhythm. I can hardly contain my moans of pleasure. Her tongue swirls around the head as she sucks gently but insistently.
Her eyes sparkle as they lock onto mine while she works me, the intensity of our connection growing stroke by stroke, lick after lick. My hands find their way to the back of her head,threading through her hair as I desperately try to control my urge to thrust deeper into her throat. But she doesn't seem to mind; instead, she matches my movements, allowing me to take control. Until cum bursts out of me and she swallows every fucking drop.
