Fuck Buddy (12 page)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LIV

Living in San Diego ended up being a blessing. With people ten times weirder than me in any direction, it was easy to dismiss myself and my desires to normal behavior. Southern California was a unique mixture of people, styles, cultures, beliefs, and theories.

I lived in a melting pot.

And, for once in my life, I was grateful to be surrounded by the eclectic mixture of people the city offered.

“Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays,” Chloe said.

I chewed the inside of my lip. “Because you want to or you have to?”

“I don’t
have
to do a god damned thing. It’s my
choice
.” After a short pause, she laughed. “Well, kind of.”

“Oh my god. It’s Wednesday. Is it?” My eyes fell to her waist.

“Yep.” She nodded. “Sure is.”

“So.” The thought of it made me slightly uncomfortable. “What’s it like?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “A reminder. It’s sensual. It’s kind of like. I don’t know. I feel filled up. And it’s a great prep for anal. I’m guessing you’ve never been fucked in the ass, huh?”

I shook my head. “Uhhm, no. Does it. Does it, uhhm. Does it hurt?”

Or conversation eventually migrated from submissive women to her wearing a butt plug three days a week. It seemed the more I got to know about Chloe, the guiltier I felt for feeling the way I felt about her for years. I had always perceived her as a slut, but now believed I had more in common with her than any other girl I knew.

“It could if some idiot is doing it. Personally, I love it. I think every woman would it if they were with the right guy.”

“So, do you…do you…you know. Do you have an orgasm from it?” I asked.

She laughed out loud. When she finally caught her breath, she studied me. The look on my face must have given it away.

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

I shrugged. “Sorry.”

“The orgasms are intense. It’s hard to explain. Yeah.” She chuckled. “Orgasms galore.”

“Huh,” I said. “Never would have guessed it.”

“You need to have Luke do it. But, do some research first. You’ll need to prepare yourself, and go slow. Start small and work your way up to it.”

“Is it, you know, messy?”

She laughed again. “No.”

“Oh. It’s just. I would have thought…”

“Just try it. It’s not what you’re thinking. Maybe you’ll like it, maybe you’ll hate it,” she said. “There’s only one way to find out. How big is Luke’s cock?”

It was my turn to laugh, and I did for some time. When I finally stopped, I placed the edges of my palms against the table and spread them apart until it looked like the space between them was about as far as the length of Luke’s dick.

She glanced down at my hands and shifted her eyes to meet mine. It appeared she was shocked.

“Seriously?”

I glanced down at my hands. It looked a little short. I moved them apart another inch or so. I nodded my head toward my hands. “Like that.”

Her eyes fell to my hands.

“Thick?” she asked.

I glanced at my wrist. I’d made mental comparisons between my wrist and his cock before. As I sat and studied it, the more I similar they seemed in size. I clasped my left hand around my right wrist. The size was about perfect.

“I’ve got small wrists, but yeah. About like that.”

She swallowed hard. “You’re serious? His cock is as thick as your wrist?”

I nodded. “Uhhm. Yeah, pretty much.”

“Show me a picture.”

I shrugged. “I don’t have one.”

“Liar.”

“Seriously, I don’t.”

“Every good subbie has a pic of their man’s cock,” she said with a laugh.

I had one, but I didn’t want to show her. I’d taken several pictures of Luke with his shirt off, and although he wasn’t initially thrilled about it, he eventually agreed to a few naked pics. I wanted to show her, because I wanted Luke’s cock to be bigger and better than Kavin’s, but it didn’t seem right to do so. Personally, I loved having them on my phone, but sharing them seemed slutty.

“Actually, I’ve got one, but…I don’t know, it seems weird.”

“Just show me,” she sighed. 

I wrinkled my nose. “Why?”

“Because,” she said. “I want to see it. It’s a cock. It’s no big deal. I mean, we’re sitting here talking about butt sex.”

She had a good point. I pulled my phone from my purse, scrolled through the pictures, and found one where he was fully erect. After zooming in on his waist area and cropping the rest of the photo out, I saved the pic and handed her my phone.

“Jesus,” she gasped.

I grinned. “I know, right?”

She stared down at my phone for some time eventually turning it to face me. “I like this one.” A picture of Luke with his cock in his hand, naked from head to toe, was on the screen.

“You skank,” I said as I reached for my phone.

She laughed. “It’s just hard to put in perspective without something else in the picture, sorry. He’s freaking hung, isn’t he?”

It seemed odd, but I felt prideful hearing her say Luke was hung. Maybe her acceptance meant more to me due to her vast knowledge of everything kinky. I grinned and put my phone back in my purse.

I reached for my beer. “Yeah.”

“Big cocks rule,” she said.

I raised my glass of beer, nodded, and tilted it toward her. “Amen, Sister.”

“Now, when he fucks you in the ass with that thing,” she said as she raised her glass. “Take it slow and easy, or he’ll rip you open.”

My eyes widened. “Seriously?”

She coughed out a laugh and nodded as she raised the glass to her lips. “Yeah, seriously. Just start out small and work your way up to it.”

I crossed my legs, uncrossed them, and fidgeted in my seat a little. “We’ll see.”

She grinned. “You’re thinking about it right now.”

She was right. I was, and thinking about it had me hornier than hell. I had always considered myself to be horny, but after Luke and I were truthful about our love for each other, it seemed I couldn’t stop thinking about sex. The timing of me admitting I was submissive coming at the same time may have had something to do about it, but I wasn’t sure. The only thing that I was certain about was that I seemed to be a walking orgasm waiting for a little stimulation.

“Are you horny all the time?” I asked.

“Twenty-four seven.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” she said.

“I don’t feel so bad, then.”

“You know,” she said. “People are born addicted to drugs or alcoholics or whatever. Their chemical make-up. It’s off. And as soon as they try a drink or like smoke a bowl, they’re fucked. Hooked for life. As long as they never try it, they never know. Little sluts like us with an insatiable sexual appetite just need a man capable of satisfying us, and we’re like a morphine addict waiting at the clinic for his next shot.”

“I can go without sex.”

“Really?” she waved her hand toward my purse. “Even now that you’ve had
that
cock.”

I nodded. “Yep.”

“Okay,” she said. “Two weeks. Go without that cock for two weeks.”

“I don’t want to.”

She laughed. “You can’t. Shit, I bet you can’t go a week.”

“I most certainly can.”’

“Prove it.”

It was ridiculous. I didn’t need to prove anything to her, but there was no way I was addicted to sex or Luke’s cock. I had gone months without sex, and going a week was absolutely nothing.

“Fine,” I said.

“No dick whatsoever,” she said.

“None.”

She clenched her fist and held it over the center of the table. I looked at it, glanced at her, and wrinkled my nose.

She nodded toward her hand. “Pound it.”

“Oh.” I giggled.

I pounded my fist against hers and grinned.

Chloe had somehow transformed from some slut I went to school with to being my sexual mentor, and I was grateful for the change.

“Honor system,” she said. “You’ve got to be truthful.”

“Okay.”

No sex for one week. No problem. All I had to do was convince Luke to focus on other things.

It seemed lately all he enjoyed was surfing, spending time with me, and fucking.

There was no fucking way I was going to make it.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

LUKE

Liv had been crossing, re-crossing, and adjusting her legs repeatedly the entire night. What little time she wasn’t nervously fidgeting in her seat, she had spent daintily walking back and forth to the kitchen. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, so I finally decided to just say
something
.

She narrowed her lips and squinted as she pressed her palms against her thighs.

I leaned away from her and stared. “You seem nervous.”

“I’m fine.”

“Is your stomach bothering you?”

She grinned. “No.”

“Something’s wrong.”

She wiggled her hips back and forth, forcing herself deeper into the cushion. “No, everything’s fine.”

“You’ve been wiggling all over the couch since this show started.”

I didn’t watch television, and since moving out of my father’s home immediately following high school, hadn’t even owned a television. From time to time, however, Liv and I enjoyed a movie on Netflix or Hulu. This particular attempt at doing so seemed to be a bust.

“Just trying to get comfortable.”

I exchanged glances between the T.V. and Liv. “What’s keeping you from it?”

“From what?”

“Form getting fucking comfortable,” I said. “When I was a kid and my sister used to wiggle around like that, my dad would say it looked like she had ants in her pants. That’s what it looks like.”

“I uhhm. I’m just…” She uncrossed her legs and quickly crossed them again.

I leaned away from her and against the arm of the couch. She stopped wiggling, glanced at me, and quickly looked away.

“Spill it,” I demanded.

She looked like the cat who had just eaten the canary. “What?”

I reached for the remote, turned off the television, and glared at her. “What in the fuck is going on?”

She sighed. “I swear. I can’t keep anything from you.”

“I thought we agreed there’d be no secrets.”

“We did,” she said. “I wasn’t keeping a secret. I mean, not really. Eventually I was going to say something.”

“Well, what’s the secret you weren’t really keeping from me?”

She stood and slowly walked toward the kitchen. Her manner of walking was different. She no longer strolled along with the grace of a runway model – she looked more like her butt was chafed and she was trying to keep her ass cheeks from rubbing together.

Half the distance to the kitchen doorway, she stopped and turned to face me. She looked like she was walking on broken glass. Barefoot.

“I uhhm. Well, you know Chloe and I went to lunch. And, well, we were talking,” he said.

I tossed my left arm over the back of the couch, slumped into the seat, and craned my neck toward her. “I’m listening. I can’t wait to see where this goes.” 

“Well, this might sound crazy at first, but it’s actually not
that
crazy. I mean not really.”

“Spill it, Liv.”

She sighed. “I’m just going to come out and say it, then we can talk about it.”

I glared. In the middle of me taking a breath, she continued. 

“I’ve got a butt plug poked in my butt right now,” she blurted.

I coughed half the air out of my lungs, choked, and laughed until my eyes watered. “What?” 

She smiled innocently and shrugged. “I know. I told you it’d sound crazy, but really it’s not.”

I caught my breath, stood from the couch, and folded my arms in front of my chest. Her and Chloe’s definition of sanity and mine were apparently much different.

“You have a rubber plug in your ass right now?”

The innocent smile returned.

“You get one of the big ones?” I laughed.

“No!” she snapped back. “The one I’m on now is medium-sized.”

I chuckled. She was adorable. Her discovery of her true sexual self was an entertaining feat to witness, but keeping from laughing during the process was proving to be quite difficult.

“Now? Medium-sized?”

She wagged her knees back and forth and twisted her hips. “I got a kit. There’s three of ‘em in it. I’m on the middle one now.”

I pointed at her knees and grinned. “Looks like it might be a little bit too big for you, huh?”

“No.”

I chuckled. “You look a little uncomfortable.”

She shook her head. “I’m not. I’m just really horny.”

“Simple fix, Liv. Let’s fuck.”

Guilt seemed to wash over her. Her mouth went into a full pout and her eyes fell to the floor.

“What?”

“I can’t. I bet Chloe I could go a week without fucking you,” she murmured.

I uncrossed my arms and pressed my hands against my hips. “You
what
?”

She nodded. “A week.”

“You two need to be separated. She’s a bad influence. What did you bet?”

“Like how much money or whatever?” she asked.

“Yeah. What was the wager?”

“Uhhm. We just bet. Like a bet. No money or anything.”

“Lose the bet.” I shrugged. “You’re not out anything.”

She pressed her hands into her thighs and bent slightly at the waist. “I don’t want to lose; I want to win.”

“Fine,” I said, tossing my hand toward her. “What day are you on now?”

“Two,” she said. “Well, if we include the day we made the bet.”

“When did you make it?”

She swiveled her hips a little more and apparently found just what she was looking for. The corners of her mouth curled into a smile. “Yesterday.”

I laughed out loud. “Yesterday? You’re on day
one
. You haven’t even made it one day?”

She rubbed her palms up and down the length of her thighs as her knees knocked into each other. “Do you know anything about anal sex?”

Valerie and I had anal sex a few times, and she didn’t enjoy it at all. I didn’t find her lack interest surprising considering the size of my cock. I enjoyed it immensely, but inductive reasoning convinced me it would be something Liv and I would never agree on.

“A little,” I said with a laugh.

“This thing’s diving me crazy,” she said. “I want to try it.”

“Six more days.” I laughed.

“Fuck Chloe,” she snapped back.

The thought excited me, but Liv was six days from a getting a green light. “Well, it’s not that easy,” I said. “We’ve got to get lube, and we’ve got to…”

“Got it,” she interrupted.

I widened my eyes. “You’ve got the lube?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I don’t know what you’ve got for plugs, but we should really get some toys to tease you with and prep you for…”

She raised her hand and extended her index finger. “Got ‘em.”

I laughed. “Seems all we’re down to is desire.”

She unfastened her shorts, unzipped the zipper, and began forcing them down along her thighs.

After spending my entire life being friends with Liv, discovering we were sexually compatible was very comforting. Determining we had been in love with each other and were merely too afraid to admit it was even more reassuring. The most encouraging of all, however, was finding out Liv was as much or more of a sexual deviant than I was.

As I watched her, I grinned, wondering just what kind of trouble we were going to get ourselves into.

Whatever it was, I was prepared to find out.