Stepbrother With Benefits 16 (Third Season) (14 page)

"That was fun," she says.  "I think we need to clean up, though.  You especially."

I look down my chest and to my abs.  "Uh, yeah, what the fuck?" I ask her.  "I thought you said you were going to swallow all this?"

"Sowwy," she says, giving me this cutesy little pout.  "Next time?"

She moves her panties aside and takes the dildo out of her finally.  Setting it aside, she scurries across the floor towards her bed.  I reach for some tissues on my desk while still laying down, because, uh... fuck, I'm too tired and lazy right now to get up.  It works, I get them, and I start to clean up.

Ashley doesn't make this easy, though.  She starts kissing around the ears of her microphone or whatever the fuck it is while I'm trying to calm down, and basically every kiss makes my body shiver.  Kiss, kiss, kiss... holy fuck, I'm going to die.  Kiss, kiss, kiss.

She watches me twitch and shiver while she does her kissing thing.  "You like that, huh?" she asks.

"Fuck, yes," I say.  "What the fuck is that thing?"

"It's a binaural microphone," she says.  "It's for 3D sounds.  It mimics how you regularly hear things, except it's extra sensitive, so when you listen while wearing headphones, it sounds like..."  She kisses, as if I didn't already know.  "...this."

"It's kind of fucking amazing," I tell her.

"Good," she says, smiling bright.  "I'm going to unplug it now, though.  Can we talk on the phone after?  I want to cuddle in bed with you and talk.  Do you have homework?  I did all mine, so I can stay up as long as you want.  If... if you want to, I mean..."

"Did you have dinner yet?" I ask her.

"I had a muffin top at the coffee shop," she says.

"That's not even dinner," I say, rolling my eyes.  "How about we clean up, go get some dinner, and then talk while eating?  Through webchat first, but then when we're done we can cuddle in bed?"

"Can I call you on the phone and talk while I'm waiting in line for dinner, though?" she asks.  "I miss you."

I pretend to think about this seriously.  She starts pouting her lips and batting her eyelashes at me.  Fuck.  I can't handle this.

"Yeah," I say, laughing.  "Put some damn pants on, though!"

"Of course I'm going to put pants on, Ethan!  You put pants on, too.  And a shirt!  You can't walk around shirtless without me."

"You're so fucking demanding, huh?"

"Because I love you," she says.  "You love me, too, right?"

"I am so fucking in love with you, Princess," I tell her.  "So fucking much."

"I like that," she says, grinning.

"I love food, too, though, so let's hurry the fuck up," I say.

"Oh, I see how it is!"

She laughs and goes to stop our webchat.  Before she does, she leans in close to her webcam and blows me a kiss.  I push my chair away a little and shift off the side of my bed, then lean in close to my webcam and blow her a kiss, too.  I think I probably look goofy as fuck and not even close to manly, but whatever.

This is my goddamn fucking Princess, and I don't care what you think.  She likes it, and that's all that matters.

"Bye, Ethan," she says, waving.  "Call me when you're leaving your room.  I'll leave at the same time."

"Alright," I say, smiling.  "Talk to you soon, Princess."

––––––––

I
put my pants on quick, and then I'm ready to go.  Before Ethan calls, I open the door to my room and sneak out to grab the sock.  Unfortunately I'm not as sneaky this time, though.  My roommate is standing out in the hall talking with Kevin.  They're a little further down, not right outside the dorm room, but they still see me as I try to stealthily grab the sock and sneak back in.

"Oooooh... you were having fun, huh?" Jacky asks, giving me a teasing smile.

Kevin just laughs.  I wave to both of them.

"You can come in if you want," I say.  "Um... I wasn't doing anything... I was just talking with Ethan.  We're about to go get dinner together."

"Oh, is he here?" Jacky asks, confused.

"No, um... we were going to go at the same time and talk on the phone while getting our food," I say.  "We were going to talk online with our webcams while we ate, too, but nothing sock-worthy.  If you two wanted to come in, you can.  Sorry if I took too much alone time in there."

"It's fine," Jacky says, grinning.  "I just got back, actually.  I figured I'd wait a little.  I might go get some food soon, too.  Kevin, are you coming?"

"Yeah," he says, answering Jacky but winking at me.  "I could use something a little more substantial than coffee."

"It's really good coffee, though!" I say.

Jacky looks at the two of us like we're crazy, but she laughs, too.  "Some secret I should know about?" she asks.

"We were just studying at the coffee shop across the street," I tell her.

"I'll tell you about it after," Kevin says to her.  "Nice seeing you again, Ashley.  Might see you again soon if we come back here with our dinner."

"Or we could go to Kevin's room if you need more time?" Jacky asks.

"No, no!" I say.  "I don't.  Really, I'm sorry if... I mean, it's the first day.  Kind of the second day, I guess.  And I did this yesterday, too.  Um... I just miss my boyfriend, but... no, you two do what you were going to do.  I don't want to intrude or anything."

Ethan calls me then.  I had my phone and my wallet in hand, ready and waiting.  I also have the sock from the door, which I completely forgot to do anything with.  I throw the sock into our room and onto my bed, then shut the door.

"I'll be back soon," I say to Jacky and Kevin as I pass.  I answer the phone quick, too.  First I make sure it's Ethan, and... yup, it is.  "Hi," I say to him.

"Whoa, what's with the dreamy voice there?" he asks.  "Did you just have an amazing orgasm or something?"

"Maybe," I say, laughing.  "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Damn fucking straight I would," he says.  "I think I already know, though.  Unless you managed another one while I was getting dressed, and then holy fuck, Princess, you're a freak."

"Shush, you," I say.  "Did you leave?  I'm going downstairs now.  I should be in the cafeteria in a few minutes."

"Yeah.  Just had to go to the bathroom quick.  I'll, uh... meet you there?  This is kind of strange, huh?"

"Maybe a little," I tell him.  "It's fun, too.  It's different."

We talk about little tiny things while heading downstairs.  Ethan tells me about Caleb joining the football team, which is kind of weird to me, but I like it.  I like that Ethan's looking out for Caleb.  I know he acts kind of tough around him, but I think they like each other.  It's just boys being boys, right?

I ask Ethan about Scarlet, too, though.  We need to get Caleb and Scarlet together.  I don't know how.  Ethan doesn't know how, either, but he has some plans that he's working on.

"What sort?" I ask.

"It's a secret," he tells me.  "Bad boy club members only.  I can't tell you."

"Um... bad boy club members?  I don't get it."

"I'm starting a club," he says.  "So far it's me, Caleb, and these two other guys who are weird as fuck.  Do you know anything about 8-bit video game music?"

"Um... no?  What, like... Sonic the Hedgehog or something?"

"Holy fuck, Princess.  Listen, Sonic the Hedgehog is for the Sega Genesis, which is a 16-bit gaming system.  That's not even 8-bit at all."

"Well, excuse me, Mr. Video Game Know-it-all!"

"Hey, I'm not the one that wanted to name our dog after some anime character," he says.

"He's not just from an anime," I say, informative, and perhaps a little like a know-it-all, but I refuse to admit that to Ethan.  "He's from a classic Mesopotamian story.  It's very well known."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

We finally get to our respective cafeterias while play arguing about silly things.  It's fun.  I like pretending to fight with Ethan a lot more than actually fighting with him.  I hope I never have to actually fight with him.  I know that we sort of fought over the whole Scarlet thing, and then the Jake and Kevin thing, but... I don't know.  I just want that to be the end of it.  I hope it is.

"What are you going to get?" I ask him.

"A couple of burritos," he says.  "They've got barbacoa today.  If you get two, you get a small side of chicken nachos, too."

"You're going to eat two burritos and a side of nachos?" I ask, trying not to laugh.

"Hey, fuck you, I'm hungry."

Whispering, because I'm kind of in the middle of the cafeteria here, I say, "You
can
fuck me... you just have to come here."

"You need to calm the fuck down over there, Little Miss Good Girl Gone Bad.  I need my energy.  That's what the burritos and nachos are for.  What are you getting?"

"Um... maybe I'll get some tacos.  They're doing an authentic-style Mexican thing tonight.  They're small, so you get three, I guess.  And then rice and beans as a side."

"Fuck, you're getting three tacos and you were making fun of me for my two burritos?  Wow."

"They're small, I said!" I tell him, laughing.  "I'll show you when I get back to the room."

So as not to be rude, we each kind of hang up the phone while we get our food and pay for it.  And by that, I mean we don't actually hang up but we pretend we're not on the phone anymore.  As soon as I swipe my school ID for the cashier, which takes money right out of my school meals account, and I take a few steps away with my boxed up dinner, I pick the phone back up again.

"Ethan, are you there?" I ask him.

He answers, but it's kind of muffled and... crunchy?  Sort of a... mmmfff crunch mmff mmff crunch?

"You're eating already!" I say, scolding him.  "You're supposed to wait and show me what you got."

"It's just a chip," he says after the crunching stops.  "Uh... a chip covered in salsa and sour cream and melted cheese, with shredded chicken and refried beans."

"Ugh.  I should have got nachos."

As I'm walking out of the cafeteria, I spot Jacky and Kevin walking in.  They see me and wave, but we're kind of on other sides of the room now, so we can't do much besides that.  I mime something to them to try and tell them I'll see them back in the room.  I know they already know this, but it seems like the polite thing to do, you know?

I wave, too.  This is all well and good, except who do you think walks in shortly after them, sees me waving, and smirks at me like a rabid idiot?

Not that hard to guess.  It's Jake.  He waves back, mocking and toying with me.  I shake my head and give him a dirty look, but this just seems to goad him on more.  Really, Jake?  I was kind of hoping he'd stop bothering me after I punched him in the balls, but I guess not.

Maybe he feels safer now that we're further apart, though.  I don't think this is a good thing.  I don't want him to feel safe.  I don't want him to think it's safe to keep harassing me, at least.  I just...

"You went quiet," Ethan says.  "What's up, Princess?"

"Oh, sorry," I tell him.  "Um... I was just waving to Jacky and Kevin."

I don't want to tell him about Jake.  I feel like it makes everything uncomfortable.  It makes me uncomfortable, but then it steals away from me talking with Ethan, too.  I don't want to talk about Jake anymore, I just...

I want this to be about me and Ethan.  I want to enjoy my dinner with him, to talk with him through our webcams, to have fun, and laugh, and to be happy.

I don't think that's too much to ask, but I think we're going to have to work at it.

I think it's worth it, though.

"You owe me nachos," I say to Ethan as soon as he takes another bite of his.  He tries to hide it, but it's not hard to hear him crunching.

"That's all you want?" he asks.  "Easy.  I'll do it."

"That's just the start," I say.  "I'm going to make a list."

"Fuck," he says.  "Wait.  Do I get a list, too?"

"No, because if I let you have a list, you'd just fill it with blowjobs and orgasms and sex all the time."

"That's a lie," he says.  "I'd put nachos on my list, too."

"Ohhhh... blowjobs, orgasms, sex all the time, and nachos?" I ask.  "No, you still can't have a list!"

"What if I make it a rule?" he asks.

I know he's smirking at me right now, thinking himself victorious.  Ugh.

"Maybe," I say.  "What do you have in mind?"

"Rule number twenty-five," he says.  "We need to have a list of things we want.  One that's separate and our own, and then one that's together.  We'll share both lists, and then we'll know what we both want and what we like."

"I know we kind of already know what we both want and like," he adds.  "I just think it'd be cool to make it into something more.  Like the rules we have, you know?  I kind of want to make it into a book, Princess."

"Like a diary or something like that?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he says.  "Just memories, I guess."

"That... is actually a sweet idea," I say.  "I'm impressed, Ethan.  Your rules are usually not that sweet."

"Hey, what the fuck, my rules are totally sweet," he counters.

"Oh, right, like rule number eleven," I say, rolling my eyes at him.  I know he can't see me, but I can't help it.

"Pretty sure that's the sweetest," he says to me.  "Your pussy is sweet and delicious as fuck."

"That's not even what I meant!"

We keep teasing each other and laughing.  This is good.  This is what I want and what I need.  I can do this.

I still feel like the weekend is forever away, though.

I miss him so much...

(A
uthor's Note: This is the start of a potential new story involving Caleb and Scarlet.  This scene takes place before the beginning of this book, but after some of the events in Stepbrother With Benefits 15, mainly after Scarlet, Caleb, and Ethan were in Ethan's room and Caleb and Scarlet "accidentally" saw Ashley's naked selfie on the website Jake made.)

"Oh, yessss, fuck me!  Slam your cock hard in me!  I love it so much!  Fuck!  Yesss..."

How did I wind up in my best friend's dorm room, sitting on his bed, both of us side by side, watching a porno of a girl getting plowed from behind, her chest and face pressed hard against the mattress while some guy slams his cock into her over and over?