Legit, I had no idea. I’m in shock right now.
Positively shook.
Lil
come ooooonnnnnnn and watch a movie with uuuuuussssss
I’m really not doing anything besides marinating in my misery, but I’m used to being alone. I finally join them, though, because they won’t leave me the fuck alone, and I need the memes and gifs to stop. The two of them have texted me more in one hour than everyone else combined over the last few years.
They run their own commentary throughout the whole damn movie. I can hardly hear any of the actual lines.
And I almost enjoy myself.
When the movie ends, Ariana checks her phone and yelps. “Shit, we have to go to bed. If Mom comes over this way and finds us up after she instituted this whole ‘lights out’ thing, we’re dead. Well, not dead. Because she likes us and shit. But we’re something, and I don’t want to find out what.” She tosses her blanket over Lil’s head and stands up, stretching. My cock twitches as she arches her back, and her tits push out against her shirt.
Lil drags the blanket off and tosses it onto the couch. “FYI, we have to leave by 8:25,” she says as she heads down the hall.
“Gross.” I’m usually done in the gym by then but still.
“Yup!” Lil calls back before walking into her room.
Ariana turns to me, and I’m glad I’m still wearing jeans. They hide the growing erection a hell of a lot better than the sweatpants I was going to change into. “Luca, feel free to stay out here since you don’t have a bedtime,” she says with a smirk. Then she winks at me.
She. Fucking. Winks. At. Me. My zipper feels like it’s going to bust. She follows Lil and closes the door behind her.
My cock is still hard when I undress in my bathroom. As I stand under the water, I try to force Ariana from my mind, but nothing works. I keep hearing her voice saying my name. Imagining what her curves would feel like pressed up against me. Seeing her stretch and wink. Damn, that wink. I’m so hard it hurts. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I begin stroking it while Ariana’s wink plays in my head over and over. I imagine it’s her hand moving up and down my hard dick, spreading the pre-cum around the tip. It’s not long before there’s a tingle in the base of my spine. Unable to stop myself, I call out Ariana’s name quietly as I come so hard I see stars. That’s never happened before when I’ve jerked myself off.
And when I fall into bed a few minutes later, that wink is still playing in my mind.
Chapter 13
Buckle up, buddy!
Ariana
I’m not a morning person. Never have been. Don’t figure I ever will be. I’ve never understood how Lil can be so fucking awake first thing. She jumps out of bed, sometimes before the alarm even goes off, and is just ready for the day.
What the fuck is up with that?
Getting me out of bed takes an act of god and a promise of coffee. Luckily, Becca would never let me down in the coffee department. And the act of god part is usually Lil.
My eyes are gritty as I glare at my supposed best friend. “Wake up. Wake up. Wake up,” she chants while bouncing up and down on the bed. She’s already showered and dressed.
With a groan, I pull the blanket up over my head. “Can’t we just play hooky?”
“No, we can’t play hooky. If for no other reason than that Luca has to go with us and do his babysitter thing.”
Oh, yeah. I forgot about Luca.
Okay, I’m lying. I definitelydid notforget about Luca. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. I was up half thenight thinking about him. But I can’t tell Lil I’m crushing hard on her cousin.
We don’t keep many secrets from each other. I’ve never crushed on anyone like this before, and not telling my best friend in the whole world feels so fucking wrong. I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life, but this crush on Luca is probably the stupidest shit so far.
She drags the blanket off of me. After flipping her off, I roll out of bed and clean the sleep from my eyes in the shower. I pull on a short flared skirt and a t-shirt, then white knee-high socks. It’s the last clean pair in Lil’s drawer, so I order a couple more packs and click on same-day-delivery because I’ll forget to do it later.
Figuring out my shoes is always the hardest part of getting ready, and it takes me a solid five minutes before I finally settle on blood-red Mary Janes.
After I pull my hair up in a messy bun, we go in search of coffee so we don’t murder anyone. Luca’s door is still closed when Lil and I walk by it. Maybe he overslept. No way am I knocking to find out.
