“Take care.” He mumbled.
I turned away, but not far enough to cause his hand to drop from my back and I found myself frozen there, not wanting to break this contact between us. I wanted to feel his hand there and everywhere. I wanted to taste his lips on mine. I wanted to feel his hard, chiseled body pressed against mine, feel his gigantic cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my throbbing pussy. I wanted it all.
I looked from him to Lizzy and felt like this game we’d been playing with the eye contact had now moved into physical contact and he was waiting to see if I’d break it first. I didn’t want to and if we weren’t standing at his front door with one foot out and Lizzy staring at me wondering what in the fuck I was doing, I’d likely move in closer to him and reach my hand down his pants before taking his lips into a passionate kiss that would most definitely make me moan.
But Lizzy was here, and we were leaving. I stepped out of his touch and regretted it the moment I felt his hand drop. I stepped through the door and didn’t look back.
When you need that dick and all your boyfriends are charged up.
Theentirecarrideback to my apartment was Lizzy rambling about how nice and huge their house was and how it was because he was compensating for something. I didn’t tell her he wasn’t because that would lead to the embarrassing story of me in the shower and him bursting in. Though I never saw his dreamsicle, I could tell it would be huge because of the bulge in his pants.
I replayed that scene over in my head and wished I had the balls to have taken him, or at least tried to. He would be divine in bed.
“You ok?” she asked, pulling to a stop in front of my apartment building.
“Yes.”
“Was there something you didn’t tell me? Like how you rode that man candy’s cock-a-doodle-doo?”
“No. I did not have sex with them.”
“Them?” She looked at me.
“Him. I mean him.”
“You want to have sex with them all, don’t you?” She rubbed her chin. “I bet they’d be down. Fuck. Imagine your first time getting that donkey dick back in you. It’s with a threesome… shit a foursome.”
“Jax was there earlier, but he left.” Why did I add his name to the list? It’s not like she needed any more encouragement.
“Four?” Her hands clasped together under her chin. “Please, please, please. If you ever loved me or valued our friendship, you’d jump on that dick train and ride it.” She growled. “Ride it so fucking hard.” She turned in her seat. “And then, of course, you’d come back and tell me everything. Every little detail to the ounces of cum you suck down or squeeze out.”
“Oh my God. Gross.” I smacked her arm.
“What? I need to know these things.”
“No, you don’t.”
Her eyebrows raised, but she didn’t say anything else.
“Bye, and thank you for picking me up.”
She smiled and stretched. “I’m feeling we should go to the club tonight.”
“What? Are you crazy?”
“Maybe for that dick.” She said in a deep voice, enunciating every word.
“You have a dick.”
“I do and I love that dick very much, but a girl can hope and dream her BFF gets four fabulous dicks as well.”
“Bye.” I closed the door.
“Wait!” she yelled. She bent her head down so she could see me outside of the passenger window. “Valentine’s is in a couple of days.”
“So?”
“Do you want a bouquet of Vixen dicks?”
