"Swayze…" I brushed my hair back and chuckled nervously. "It's nothing. Just come off it. It's stupid." This was the last thing I'd wanted. Swayze's eyes were cold and angry. I knew he would be. Friends didn't find their friends attractive. I took a step back and then he reached out, grasping my face and pulling me back into him. In an instant, his lips were on mine.
And I liked it.
Kirsty Laurence had said he was a good kisser. I'd just thought it was girls talking, but no. Swayze was a good kisser. My heart hammered as it hit me that I was kissing a boy, and I liked it. I was kissing Swayze, my best friend.
I followed his lead, and my tongue touched his. Explosions went off as we kissed, and then he pulled apart quickly and looked at me. He wiped his lips and grinned.
"Is that what you were wanting to do? Because I was too."
Rule 48 - Koi
Fuck your friends.
Three years ago
Itook a hit off my joint and leaned over my bed to pass it to Swayze. He stood from the bean bag chair, took it, and plopped back down.
"Fuck, this is way better than the football game." He chuckled as he took a large hit and handed it back. "I don't even care I'm not getting laid."
"Yeah, fuck Tatum anyways." I smirked, grabbing the TV remote. "She's kind of dumb. You heard the garage thing, right?"
"I heard. They found her the next day. I'm glad I hit it and quit it."
"Best to cut your losses now. That's why I stay single." I took the joint back and relaxed further into my bed. We tossed onNightmare Before Elm Streetand spent the night getting high, drinking my dad's vodka, and shooting the shit. It was the perfect Friday night.
"Where's your parents at?" Swayze asked, coming back into my room. He'd gone down to grab more pop for the vodka. "All I saw was your sister down there."
"I don't know, man, probably at the Lion's Club. They play darts and do karaoke every Friday. Did my sister say anything?" I raised an eyebrow. Annette was every bit the bratty little sister. She annoyed the fuck out of me every chance she got.
"Nah, just the same ol'. She's mad we won't let her come hang, so she called us gay. Whatever." He shrugged but didn't meet my gaze.
It was an eternal elephant in the room. Our kiss in the graveyard, years ago. Neither of us forgot about it, but we also never brought it up again. I sat up and grabbed my tray to roll another joint.
"Fuck her." I chuckled. "I think the lady doth protest too much." Guilt rolled in my stomach, as I realized how fucking ironic that was for me, of all people to say someone else was gay, when I was in love with my best friend.
"Put something on, will you?" I glanced over at him, and he still didn't look me in the eyes. I knew that tone, that phrase, what he really wanted. I took the tray off my lap and laid back down. I grabbed the remote and turned off Freddy Krueger, going to the web browser on my smart TV instead. I typed in my go-to site and began scrolling through videos.
"What are you thinking?" I asked, my cock already stirring.
"That one," he pointed. I shot him a look and saw he'd already slipped his dick out of his basketball shorts. I followed where he had pointed and clicked on the video. A tan, Latina woman with dark hair and pretty eyes was deep throating a cock like it was her job. I pulled my cock out and stroked it once and paused.
"Bro, she looks familiar as hell." I sat up and leaned forward, snatching the remote up. I paused the video right as she took the guy's dick out of her mouth and I could see her face. "Who does that look like?"
I faced him. My eyes flicked down to his dick and my own throbbed. I ignored the familiar feeling, pushing my desire to touch his dick back. Swayze squinted at the screen and his eyes grew big.
"Holy shit, is that?—"
"I don't know man, maybe? I mean, it's been how long? Could she be?" We stared at the screen, trying to do the math. The girl in the video looked just like an older version of Domino Risky, the girl who'd run away four years ago. I shook my head.
"She'd be sixteen right now. There's no way this website would let that shit be up here." I pushed play again, and the woman switched positions, showing us her gaping pussy. Her partner rammed his cock inside her and began thrusting furiously.
"Yeah, now that I'm looking closer, I don't think it's her." Swayze reached for his cigarettes and lit one, sliding it between his lips. He stroked himself lazily while he smoked and watched the video. "She's still hot though."
They switched positions again so that she was on top, her tits bouncing up and down while she rode the faceless man.
“Man, I bet if she’s still alive, she’s gorgeous,” Swayze muttered. “I had a tiny crush on her, even though she was two grades under us.”
“Is that why you slept with her sister?” I smirked. Swayze had somehow gotten involved with Marisol and taken her virginity. He even kept her purity ring as a token.
