Pushing Buttons

Literotic asexstories – Pushing Buttons by BreakTheBar,BreakTheBar
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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story contains elements of first time and light bondage.

Austin has a terrible night out with his best friend and long-time crush Alanna.

A big thanks to Antematter for his editing suggestions, and another big thanks to CupcakeSparky for her copy editing. Hopefully you all appreciate the work she put into making grammar and tense a priority.

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The dull thump of one body hitting another still sent a bit of a shudder down my spine despite the fact that I had been watching rugby for years. Women’s Rugby, technically, and I only started because Alanna had begun playing in high school. There were expectations when your best friend turned out to be a local star, like attending all the games and some of the practices.

The small crowd cheered as Alanna drove her shoulder into the other girl’s gut, lifting her up off her feet before she slammed the girl into the turf. The ball popped free and another girl on the University team grabbed it and ran, leaving the two girls behind. Alanna, grinning like a fiend through her mouth guard, planted a hand on the tit of the girl under her and used it to propel herself upward, giving it a bit of a hard squeeze on the way.

This wasn’t obvious to the crowd or the referees, but I’d listened to Alanna describe her tactics enough times that I could probably narrate every move she would make on the field. Alanna liked to play dirty and get into the minds of the other team, and since she was a lesbian she ran with her outgoing personality and cupped asses, grabbed boobs and pet crotches; all very hard. I’d even seen her plant a smooch on a girl once while they had been under a scrum struggling with the ball between them. Alanna won it because the other girl had been so shocked.

She was off and running again, the girl she had left behind was rubbing at her chest with a pained, confused expression on her face. Rugby was rough, pinching and elbows and even raking with cleats were common, but a lot of the time girls just weren’t expecting to get tweaked sexually instead of violently. Alanna’s teammate scored a try and I leaped to my feet, cheering with the other spectators.

As we settled back to our seats everyone else was chatting with each other, exclaiming about the big hits so far and the fact that our team was doing so well. Our friends and roommates who had also come out to the game were sitting around me but didn’t bother trying to talk with me. I had developed a reputation over the last few years as an ‘avid fan’ of the sport; they were used to me sitting quietly staring at the field, assuming I was thinking of strategies and plays that Alanna and I would talk about endlessly when we got drunk.

What they didn’t know was that I barely watched the game at all. Ever since she’d first picked up a rugby ball, game time had been a reason for me to stare at Alanna without the chance of getting embarrassed. I’d had a long time to develop my crush on my unavailable best friend. The gay part might have been backwards, but I was in the quintessential ‘friend zone.’

Alanna was no stick-thin model type, though I still worried a broken nose was going to mar her model-like high cheekbones. She was what I liked to think of as full-bodied, not quite the ‘built like a brick shit house’ figure but somewhere close. Her build made her body-conscious though, and we had needed to have a talk about eating disorders in high school. Once she was feeling better about herself, along with her year round training for rugby, she kept ultra fit instead of wasting away or building up fat. Her core was sculpted and combined with her beautiful tits and full hips to give her figure gentle curves, rather than the dramatic hourglass figure she had thought she needed. Everything about her said powerful athleticism.

She looked over to the stands and our eyes locked from across the field. She grinned at me and waved and I waved back. Then she turned her attention to the other team and the game was on.

We’d been neighbours and friends since grade school. We had hit high school side by side and stayed that way despite the fact that she got sporty and I got artsy. I was the first person she told that she thought she might be gay, so we had watched some lesbian porn together and she decided she was. My crush was already firmly set by that point and I was heartbroken, but stuck with her as she went full-on lesbo. I was also the one Alanna confessed to when she realized she had gone overboard; she’d turned into an “attention-whore lesbian” and was being loud about it because she liked the controversy and the notoriety. She dumped the girl she had been helping ‘experiment’ three weeks before high school graduation and we went to prom together. As ‘just friends.’

The game ended shortly, Alanna and her team cheered off the field with the win. She and a few other girls had turned the program around in the last two years and were making a splash in their newly attained division. We were juniors now and the girls were pushing to hit Division 1 for their senior year. They headed off the field, jumping on each other’s backs and generally getting rowdy. Wins led to celebration parties, which meant I was probably going to be the Designated Driver again: that was the issue with being the nice guy with the car.

There had never been a question of whether we would go to the same university after high school. Alanna got a rugby scholarship in a snap and I got in on my extensive resume and halfway decent grades. School president, lead in the school music department, debate captain; there were a lot of reasons why a university wanted a student like me, because it was obvious that even if my grades weren’t great I was going to succeed. We had both lived in the same dorm in our first year and people thought we were dating until Alanna started making out with one of her teammates at a party and everyone realized quite how ‘friendly’ she really was with the same sex. There had been a little tension on the team but it had gotten quashed by the captain. That didn’t stop Alanna from spending an entire night in my dorm room bawling her eyes out, worried that she was becoming the attention whore all over again.

I’d slugged my roommate hard when he said she was being an attention whore right then.

We moved off campus with three of her older teammates for our sophomore year and had inherited the rental agreement as they graduated, taking the better rooms on the top floor of the old house and gathering up new roommates. Two of them, Bev and Josh, waited with me for a bit as we made our way to the exit from the athletic building.

“Guess we’re headed out tonight,” Josh said with a grin. His style bordered on hipster with his longer hair and pencil thin beard, but it worked for him so we only ribbed him a little.

I nodded, “Yup. Alanna’s gonna get sloshed.”

“Hey, so am I,” piped up Beth. She was a shorter tomboy type, and a music major who played in a garage band with me. Alanna called her ‘Piercings’ due to the copious amount of metal on her ears, her two eyebrow studs, nose and lip rings. Josh was the singer for our band, and they became our roommates as well; it made for easy band practices if nothing else.

“You’re already sloshed,” Josh laughed, “You were pre-drinking for the game.”

“So what?” Beth demanded, taking another swig of her ‘I swear it’s Hawaiian Punch’ water bottle. “I’m gonna get fucked up tonight.”

“Just don’t puke all over my bed again,” I deadpanned.

“Oh Austin, you’re no fun at all,” She giggled, but had the decency to blush at the reference to her latest drunken blunder.

Josh’s head perked up, looking over my shoulder. I turned, thinking the girls were coming out early. Nope, just the city bus. “You waiting for Alanna?” Josh asked and I nodded in response. “Alright Beth, let’s grab the bus. We’ll go home and get our drink on. I’ve got a new mix for you to try, it has coconut juice and a liquor from Aruba-”

“Hippy,” Beth said.

“Hey, now. Hip-ster. Don’t degrade the hippies,” I quipped.

Josh just rolled his eyes and bumped my fist, “See you at home?”

“Yeah, we’ll be there.”

“You driving tonight?”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “Yeah, I’ll drive tonight. Moochers.”

They grinned and ran to catch the bus, leaving me to wait with two sets of parents and a gaggle of boyfriends. I sighed and settled in on a bench to wait, gradually joined by a couple of the boyfriends who came over to chat. I was the odd man out in this group even if it wasn’t some physical thing; they were all dating the person they were waiting for while I wasn’t. Sometimes I got self conscious in situations like this; did people think I was desperate, waiting here for Alanna? I wondered if they shook their heads and talked about me when they walked away, the guy who was stuck in the friend zone and didn’t seem to get it.

I got it. I’d gotten it for a long time. I just couldn’t get over it.

My phone started buzzing in my pocket and when I checked it the call display said ‘Mom.’ I was about to answer but ended up throwing the call to voicemail because the team was coming out of the athletics building, all smiles and cheering. The first few girls met their boyfriends, their broad smiles building as young lovers came together, kissing and hugging and grabbing hands. Yeah, go ahead, rub my face in your happiness, I thought. It was one of my longstanding jokes; I was always single so I joked about PDA being a big deal. The key to a good joke is that kernel of truth at its core.

Alanna practically bowled over a father/daughter hug as she jogged past the parent-player reunion, headed straight for me. She skidded to a stop a foot in front of me and we did the Handshake. It was tradition: once before the game and once after.

Handshake, into fingerlock, into elbowgrab. See-saw. Raise the hand until we’re palm-to-palm and elbow-to-elbow. Wiggle fingers. Step back, step in and high five. Low five. Link arms, spin in a circle once, three steps away from each other, spin and draw finger-guns. Pretend to spin finger guns, then holster. Stalk up to one another, end with a big hug.

People stared. We didn’t care.

Alana’s thick laughter rang in my ears as we squeezed each other tightly. I wanted to kiss her neck, up her jaw and finish with her mouth. Her breasts, compounded by a sports bra, were pressing hard into my chest. Instead of doing anything I said, “You stink, Butthead.”

She snorted and rubbed her arms up and down, wiping her armpits on me. “Now so do you, Beevis.” I let go with a “yuck!” and she giggled.

“Did you see-?” She started excitedly and I was already nodding. “And the-?”

“Mhmm,” I said, “Huge. She looked rattled for like ten minutes after.”

She didn’t really care about scoring that much, she left that to her team and it worked out. Alanna was in it for the big hits. She knew I knew what she was thinking and didn’t even have to finish her questions. Her grin was wide and bright, her eyes lit up as the adrenaline from the game was only slowly leaving her system.

“That’s our sixth win in a row,” she continued. “Three more and we clinch a spot in the finals.”

“Easy wins,” I said, waving away any thought of failure, “You girls kicked some ass out there.”

“Yeah I did,” a wicked little glint pulled at her smile, turning it into a smirk. “You see that mess in the scrum?”

“No,” I answered. Scrums were a major part of what delineated rugby from normal football – it was like the lineup at the start of a football play except more than half the team could get into it on the fly and everyone locked together instead of just trying to push past individually. It also hid a lot of the illicit and technically-illegal things like punching and scratching and cleat-raking.

“I booted some chick so hard,” Alanna filled me in, “Right on her ass so perfectly my toe curved up and I practically planted my foot right up her cooch. She shouted and Rachel made a joke about the chick having orgasms on the field, it was fucking perfect.”

I laughed and shook my head, her teammates were almost as bad as she was.

“Where’re the others?” Alanna asked.

“Took the bus, didn’t feel like waiting for your slow ass.”

“Typical. Can’t wait for the star of the game. I think they’re alcoholics, we should have an intervention.”

“No,” I said, “I am not having another unnecessary intervention. Last time we all ended up drunk and Josh stole that stop sign we made him put back.”

“Fine, spoilsport,” She laughed as we headed towards the parking lot and my car. All the couples were holding hands but we walked side by side, our strides instantly matching. Which was more intimate? “If you’re vetoing an intervention, I demand your chauffeuring service tonight.”

“Done and done,” I said. She knew I was already going to be driving, I always did on game nights. “M’lady should have a shower before she doth doll herself up though.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad.”

I shut the door of the car once we were both in and proceeded to pretend to die from the stink. She rolled her eyes and punched my arm, so I turned on the car and rolled down the window, gasping for the fresh air.

“So charming,” she smirked, reaching for the radio. Getting out of the University parking structure was stop and go but once we were free the streets weren’t too busy. We chatted about our normal stuff as I drove; a couple of the other big plays in the game, our classes and other innocuous things.

“So tonight I’m thinking I’m gonna pick someone up,” she said somewhat out of the blue.

“Ok,” I said carefully. What else was I going to say? No, Alanna, don’t do that, I love you.

“I’m gonna pick up a guy.”

My braking at a red light became a little more agitated, the car rocking to a halt before I looked over to her. “Uhm, what?”

“Well, remember we talked like two weeks ago about me not having actually tried sex with a guy?” she asked.

Oh, I remembered alright. We’d been pretty buzzed and hanging out in her room in the house. I’d been sitting in her desk chair and she’d been lying on her bed with her head hanging off the side, looking at me upside down. I’d had a great view of her cleavage, and had struggled to hide my excitement at the theoretical idea of Alanna maybe not being totally gay. “Well… it’s been on my mind and I think I want to try it. At least like once, so I know or not. So tonight I’m going to pick up a guy.”

No, Alanna, don’t do that, I love you.

I could have said it. Right then, right there. Get it out there. Let her know if she wanted a dick, mine was available.

“Whatever you want,” I said instead. I felt like a coward.

“What about you?” she asked and my heart was in my throat until she continued, at which point it dropped to my gut, “You going to finally bring someone home, stud?”

I pursed my lips and sighed. “Doubtful,” I said bluntly. My list, the one with all the girls I would actually consider beyond the errant ‘I would boink her’ thoughts, had Alanna at the top and then maybe three or four others farther down the sheet.

“Why not? Austin, you need to get laid.”

“Because,” I said. It was the only defense I could muster.

“Come on, Butthead,” she grinned slyly, wiggling her fingers at me, threatening to tickle my sides. “There’s gotta be someone’s leg you want to hump like a little rottweiler.”

“Don’t you dare tickle me, I’ll crash the car,” I warned. That didn’t stop her hands from moving towards me. “Ok, ok! Maybe there’s someone, alright? I’m not gonna say who.”

She stuck her tongue out at me impetuously.

“Are you looking for anyone in particular?”

She blushed and looked away, “Yeah. But I’m not telling you who.”

The men’s rugby team flashed through my mind, all of them big and athletic and good friends with the girl’s team. Half of them were dating in their little sports-clique. There was no way I could compete with them on a physical level.

“Could I maybe help?” Alanna asked. “Like, with your crush. Wingman it up?”

“I’ll be fine,” I said, my grip shifting on the steering wheel.

My phone rang again and I dug it out of my pocket. ‘Mom.’ I handed it to Alanna, who immediately answered it on speaker. “Hi, Mom,” she said sweetly.

“Oh, Alanna, hey cutie,” My mom replied. They immediately started talking, Alanna updating my mother on everything in our lives. That was the problem with having a charismatic best friend for your whole life; half the time we were like siblings. The rule in both of our houses growing up had been no closed doors when hanging out with the opposite sex… unless it’s just Austin and Alanna. That had changed to just no closed doors when Alanna came out of the closet.

Perfect trust from both families. I still called Alanna’s parents Mr. and Mrs. Calvet, but Alanna called mine Mom and Dad.

“And it sounds like Austin has a crush,” Alanna said into the phone.

“No,” my mother said, “Not my boy. Who is it?”

“He won’t tell me,” Alanna said, giving me a fake-stern look. “He’s being quite stubborn.”

“I’m sure you’ll wear him down hun,” my mother said. Sometimes I was fairly sure she was on Alanna’s side more than mine.

“Oh, I plan to. Anyways, we’re home and I need to go get changed for our victory party. Loveyoubye!” I had pulled up into our little gravel driveway beside our rental house. My mom called her goodbye as Alanna got out of the car with her gym bag and headed to the house.

“Hey Mom,” I said once I was alone in the car.

“So I guess you haven’t asked Alanna out yet,” she said.

I groaned and put my head down on the steering wheel. “No, mother.”

“Austin, you just need to do it.”

“Mom, Alanna is a lesbian.”

“And I’m a pirate,” she joked. My mom had never believed Alanna was actually a lesbian, despite having caught her playing seven minutes in heaven with a girl at a party when we were sixteen. My Mom had actually grounded Alanna for the incident, and my best friend had stuck by the punishment she’d been given.

“Ok, she’s been my best friend my entire life.”

“And? Your best friend happens to be a beautiful girl who loves you dearly.”

“As a friend.”

“She also happens to be a very well put together young woman.”

“Mom!”

“She has great tits, Austin.”

“Mom!”

“Ok, ok,” she backed off and I could practically hear her hands held up defensively. We’d had this conversation dozens of times; the one thing Mom and Alanna didn’t discuss was the fact that I was in love with Alanna. “Well, are you bringing home a different future daughter-in-law soon? I’d like to know so that I can let Courtney know about her wedding.”

I groaned. “No, I’m not dating anyone else Mom.

“You are coming home for the wedding though?”

I smiled and shook my head, “Yes, I’ll be home for the wedding.”

“Austin, you know you could tell me if you’re gay,” she said.

“Mom! I’m not gay!”

“So you’ll be bringing Alanna then?”

“I need to ask her still, I think Rugby is done by then though so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

We talked for about fifteen more minutes as I sat in the car, getting updated on all the goings-on at home and with the extended family. My grandfather, the dirty old man, was on his third girlfriend in his retirement home. My Uncle Timothy wasn’t going to be at the wedding because he’d gotten a job working an oilrig. I heard about every ailment or goofy thing our three family cats and two family dogs had gotten into. The neighbours were moving out, blahblahblah. Finally Mom asked me if I wanted her to set me up with the nice girl she had met at the grocery store last week, so it was clearly time to hang up.

Alanna had left the door unlocked again. I know I had been just outside, but still; we lived in a poorer neighbourhood, all student-ghetto and low-income housing. I kicked off my shoes in the entranceway, “Alanna, you left the door open again! We should be going soon.”

She made some sort of noise in response from upstairs.

I walked to the kitchen to get a drink. “Mom wants to know if I’m coming to Courtney’s wedding. You wanna go with me? I think it’s after rugby season so we’ll just be missing school work. Nothing important, right? I mean, I know you never really liked the guy she’s marrying but I figure a wedding is a wedding, and we’re both old enough to drink legally now so it could be fun.”

I had my water in hand now and was standing at the bottom of the stairs. No response from her, so I started walking up. “I figure we would leave the Friday night and you can visit the fam when we get back, then I pick you up at like noonish and we go to the wedding. Mom wants to do a picnic or something while they do the wedding party photos after, but she says you have to wear a nice dress and nothing too short. Her words, not mine. Then dinner, dance, blahblahblah and we have all Sunday to shake off the hangover and get back here.”

I was outside her door. Not a word in response. I knocked. “‘Lanna?”

I opened the door and walked in.

Alanna was perched on the edge of her bed, her one hand holding up a mirror and the other putting on lipstick. She was wearing a lacy black bra pushing up her tits into a heave of cleavage and a black thong and that was it. Her beautiful, golden tanned skin still had a few droplets here and there from her shower glistening in the light and her long blonde hair was dark and thick with moisture. Probably my favourite part of her though was the soft, wispy blonde hair that trailed along her body. She sometimes disparaged her silken down, saying she looked like a werewolf, but her previous girlfriends and I all swore it wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought and not something to be ashamed of. It was just this soft blonde hair on her arms and the nape of her neck and shoulders, and on her belly trailing down to…

I swallowed the drool in my mouth quickly and sat on the bed next to her. “For real? You’re still not dressed?” I asked. “We gotta go.”

She finished applying the lipstick and smacked her lips lightly. “Yeah for real, I had to shower and I still need to do my hair.”

“Can’t you just, I dunno… Deal with it in the car?”

She gave me a look and I shrugged, laying back on the bed. From here I could admire her muscled back and the way her ass pressed up into a delicious cleavage of its own when she was sitting. She eyed me in the mirror for a moment, then went back to her makeup.

We had always been close, but this sort of thing had only started happening once we’d come to college. Forcing your best friend to leave your dorm room so you could change a shirt or pair of pants seemed dumb, and it had gotten to the point pretty quickly that we were in our underwear around each other comfortably. If by “comfortably” you don’t take into account my constantly needing to hide a boner. Mixed blessings, we’ll call it.

There wasn’t much modesty between us anymore, living across the hall from each other in a house with no parents. As far as I was aware there hadn’t been any fully nude episodes yet, but it was bound to happen at some point. I wasn’t about to complain.

“Ok, what about the wedding?” I asked, wondering what it would be like to kiss her from her hairline down her spine.

“Mm, I dunno,” she said. “I’m probably going to have school work to catch up on.”

She stood up, giving me a fantastic view of her ass as she sauntered across the room, and commenced digging in her closet. “Yeah, but so much you can’t go to a family wedding?”

She bent at the waist, her back slightly arched. I sat up and moved back on the bed to hide my hardon.

“Courtney isn’t my family,” she said into the closet, shuffling around and tossing a few items out of her way. All it would take is a little more spread and I would get a peek at her asshole around the thong string.

“Yeah but she’s mine,” I countered. “I went to your cousin Tarin’s wedding with you.”

“We were fourteen and my family didn’t know I was gay yet,” she said, standing and turning to me. Her tits bounced just a little in her bra. I love/hate my life.

“This one or this one?” she asked, holding up first a little black dress and then a light blue one that was longer but had a slit up the side.

“Like you have to ask,” I said with a snort.

She grinned and tossed the black one back into the closet. Blue on her, especially a light blue like this, was my favourite and she knew it. She quickly stepped into the dress, shimmying it up her thighs and ass and slipping her arms into the shoulders. The front looked almost like a collared, sleeveless blouse with black buttons running from throat the waist before the skirt took over, small slits on either side as it fell just short of her knees. Alanna did up the buttons slowly as we talked, from the waist up to just above the center panel of her bra, leaving a staggering amount of cleavage showing.

“I’m not totally sure how I’m going to, like, seduce a guy or whatever,” she said while she was buttoning. “Is it the same thing as seducing a girl?”

“How am I supposed to know that?”

“Well, what do you like?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been seduced, Alanna.”

“Pfft, you probably just didn’t realise it was happening. How about this, too much boob?” She cupped her tits and hoisted them up, looking to me for an opinion.

“Probably,” I said.

“Perfect.” She sat down next to me, grinning. She had her chest thrust out a bit and took my hand in both of hers. “I just want to do this right. So I can be sure if I’m gay or bi or whatever. Am I sexy to guys or are they only interested cause I make out with other girls?”

I blinked and then tilted my head forward as my eyes widened. “You’re joking right?”

“No, I want to know.”

“Alanna, you are fucking beautiful,” I said. It wasn’t the first time I had said it but it still took a lot for me to actually put it out there. The last time I had said it we were moving into the dorms on our first day of college and she had asked me if she looked like a university student or not. The time before was when I had picked her up for our prom, and the only time before that was riding the bus to our first day of high school. We had been sitting on the bus and she’d grabbed my hand and told me she was scared we weren’t going to fit in. ‘You’re beautiful,’ I had told her, ‘Everyone is going to like you.’

She blushed and looked down like she had each time I had said it in the past, her finger stroking the back of my hand held in hers. “Really? Not just cause we’re besties?”

I could have kissed her. I could have pulled her into me and given her a kiss right down to her bones and soul and she would have realized how beautiful she was. All of her mental body-issues would have disappeared and she would have had all the confidence in the world.

“Really,” I said instead. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” she smiled sweetly. “Now you go change too. I need to do my hair still.”

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I drove, she fiddled with her hair in the mirror. I don’t know why she bothered, she always ended up messing it up within the first hour of a night out anyways. The victory party was partway across town in a slightly nicer neighbourhood than our student ghetto; I wasn’t worried when we ended up parking a dozen houses down the street, but I did have to help Alanna walk down the sidewalk. She’d worn black, strappy heels that put her at the same height as me and made her muscular ass pop in the dress.

She held onto my arm lightly for balance until we got to the door of the house, at which point she was gone from my side, disappearing into the party full of rugby players and their friends. If Alanna is the social butterfly of our duo, I’m the courteous guest. Once I was inside the house I immediately went to the kitchen on our right, looking for Yvette or Kaley, the two women’s rugby team players who lived in the house.

I found Yvette, a slim little thing that could run like the wind, along with Malena and Ricki in the kitchen. Malena and Ricki were my other two roommates, both pretty athletic sophomores who also played on the university soccer team in the spring. Alanna had taken them under her wing as freshmen on the team and I’d found myself living with them this past summer.

“Hey ladies,” I said politely.

“Hey Austin,” Malena and Ricki chimed as I moved past them.

“Yvette, thanks for hosting,” I said, hugging her with one arm as she wrapped hers around my torso, squeezing me tightly for a second.

“No problem, Oz,” she smiled. “Thanks for coming. Did you bring Alanna?”

“She’s here somewhere,” I said, motioning towards the other side of the house where the dining room and living room were, and where most of the party goers would be.

“Cool,” she said, but before our conversation could continue Kaley came around the corner, visibly fretting. Kaley had electric pink and blue hair and wore feather earrings that made her look like some sort of crazy rave girl.

“Hey,” she said to Yvette, then seemed to realize I was there, “Oh, hey Oz.” Kaley was a taller girl than Yvette, but had a much less confrontational personality than her housemate, though she made up for it by being a goof. “There’s some guys here that no one knows,” she said to us both. “I think three of them, but I have no idea where they came from and I can’t keep track of them all.”

“Oz,” Yvette asked me, “Could you-?”

Yep, the great and powerful Oz, always there to help. I’m not sure who started the whole Oz thing, I know it wasn’t Alanna but for some reason all the girls on the rugby team called me it. I assumed for a while it was because Austin shortened would be Aussie, which shortens again to Oz, but that didn’t seem to be it. None of them could tell me either, it had started with the class that graduated last year.

“Yeah, show me who it is.”

“Thanks, bud,” Yvette said, leaving me to follow Kaley through the house.

Kaley stopped in the doorway to the living room, which ran almost the length of the small house on the one side, and pointed down the room. “That guy, and that guy, but mostly that guy talking to Alanna.” The first two were being pretty rowdy, almost shouting to each other as they bothered the girls trying to play beer pong. The last one, however, was looming over Alanna and blatantly staring down into her cleavage as he tried to hit on her, blocking her path away with his size. This was one tall motherfucker.

I walked over to that guy first. Alanna could take care of herself fine, but this guy was separated from his pals so it would be easier to get him moving. At least, that’s the excuse I planned to give Alanna when she told me she didn’t need saving.

“Hey buddy,” I said, tapping on his shoulder.

The guy turned around, looked me right in the eye and said, “Fuck off.”

“Time for you to leave, mate,” I followed up.

“It’s fine, Austin,” Alanna said in a ‘just walk away’ sort of tone. “We’re just talking.”

“Oh, what are you, the jealous boyfriend?” Tall Guy said to me with disdain. “You probably have this little cocksucker wrapped right around your finger, don’t you?”

“You. Out. Now.” I pointed to the door.

“You wanna fight me, puke?” Tall Guy said, cracking his knuckles.

Alanna raised her eyebrows at me from around him, then gave me a teasing smirk, “I think he does.”

Damn it, Alanna.

“Well why wait for outside?” Tall Guy said, and pulled back his fist.

I’ve learned, being a not very athletic or ‘tough guy’ person, that fighting is not my strong suit. The last time I got in a fight I lost. Miserably. So now I don’t get into fights, even though Alanna can be a real douchebag magnet sometimes.

I flicked my hand and Tall Guy wheezed out his breath and collapsed. Perfect shot, even through the guy’s jeans. I called it the ‘dick flick,’ since it wasn’t really punching someone in the nuts so much as tapping them sharply with a flick of the wrist and tips of your fingernails. It stung like a bitch and could drop a guy from rage to whimper in the blink of an eye, just like it did now.

Alanna laughed, and so did the people at the party who had been watching. “Alright, buddy,” I said, leaning over and pulling him up by the shirt collar, “Like I said, time to go. Our lovely hostesses want you out.”

I started half-dragging the guy towards the front door as he wavered on his feet, but Friend 1 and Friend 2 were in my way. “What the fuck did you do to him?” One demanded.

“Get the fuck out of this house,” I replied, my temper rising. Maybe I was going to get into a fight after all. Maybe, just maybe, I was ready for one. Alanna was starting to get on my nerves a bit tonight; she wanted to pick up some guy. Just “some guy”- to try and see if she wasn’t a total lesbian. What the hell was that about?

“How about fuck you,” Two said, stepping forward, then stopping and looking around. Six men’s rugby team players were in the room, all either moving forward or getting to their feet from their spots on couches. That didn’t count the girls. I was probably the single worst person Kaley and Yvette could have asked for help, except for maybe Josh who was standing near the front door looking nervous. I was just the first guy available at the time.

Story of my life.

I shoved Tall Guy into the other two, “Get the fuck out.” The two guys backed down in the face of a room full of belligerence and pulled Tall Guy with them. Josh opened the door for them and shut it behind them before coming over to me.

“God damn,” He said. “Look at Mr. Forceful here.”

I stepped back and sat on the edge of a couch, feeling the drop in my adrenaline as a shake in my hands. “Holy fuck,” I muttered.

“Holy fuck is right, butthead,” Alanna said, giving me a shove on the shoulder. “What the fuck was that about? He was sort of cute.”

Sort of cute? Fucking- fuck. “Yvette and Kaley asked me to get rid of them. Did you even get his name?”

Alanna had the decency to blush for just a moment before returning to her agitation, “Well, you could have at least been polite about it, Austin.”

I held up a finger, wanting to make a point about how I had been acting polite at first, but the look on her face made me even more frustrated. “You know what,” I said instead, “I need a drink.” I got up to go back to the kitchen and leave Alanna to her socializing.

“No alcohol, you’re the DD,” Alanna said in a singsong voice behind me.

I grunted and waved over my shoulder. Soda. I wanted something syrupy and sweet, maybe that would cool me down.

The best I could find was some of the Coca-Cola people were using for mixing and chasing. Not exactly the sugar rush I was hoping for, but at least it had caffeine. What it didn’t do was help with my mood; I didn’t even get a thank you from Yvette and Kaley, who were too busy flirting with guys to give me more than a friendly smile if we crossed paths. Two of the rugby guys mentioned they had been ready to jump into a fight if those rando’s had started something, which was a nice sentiment, but otherwise I was left mostly to my own frustration.

Alanna was getting pretty drunk. I sat on one of the long couches in the living room, squashed into the side by a couple who were making out next to me. The one thing I could rely on at one of these parties was that the rugby girls only bothered to put on one of their ipod playlists for the music. A quick unplug of theirs and a plug in of mine and I could ‘DJ’ the party and not talk to anyone.

I got the party moving a bit. People were dancing. I played fun music, switching between pop and retro. Uptempo Beyonce, young Britney Spears, the pop country tunes everyone but me seemed to know the words to. The room was getting pretty packed as more teammates showed up with their boyfriends and roommates. I threw on a dance number even though I was in the mood for metal.

I looked out at the guys and girls dancing together and took a deep breath. That’s never me, I thought, annoyed with myself. Sure I danced sometimes, but it was always that group-dance where eventually people paired off and I was left dancing next to people, instead of with them. Alanna would always come back from her grinding with another girl, but it wouldn’t last long before she was off again.

The next track I had queued up started, a little grittier than the dance number. A real classic, Pour some Sugar on Me. But not the original; I knew my audience. It was a rip from the live concert Def Leppard had done with Taylor Swift.

When they realized what it was, girls screamed and hips started grinding. I found myself staring at Alanna, who was dancing on the fringe of the room now. She was moving her hips sinuously, her athletic body bending this way and that as her eyes flashed, the blue all the brighter because of her matching dress. She was smiling at me, one eyebrow cocked. Her hips rotated as if reeling me in, her hands slipping up her sides and over her breasts before raising up into the air, extending her body.

I set down the iPod. I was going to dance with her, and not just a fun and somewhat silly dance to some upbeat pop song. I was going to walk right up to her, grab her by the hips and pull her into me until we were body-to-body, and then we were going to grind hard. Her hands were going to go around my neck and I would grab her ass and then she would pull me down into a kiss.

She turned away from me before I ever got up the nerve to stand from the couch. She reached out and tugged a rugby player, Steve, from where he had been standing talking to a couple buddies. Steve was immediately interested.

I looked down to the ipod, trying to forget. The song ended and I played Spice Girls. No one could grind to the Spice Girls.

Every female voice in the party screeched, and then began singing the words at each other. Guys were forgotten, except the few gay ones who screeched and sang along just as animatedly. Eventually Alanna and Kaley were up on a couch, shouting the words at the other girls dancing before them. They danced and had fun until the song was over, at which point I unplugged my ipod and replaced it with the original one, starting the playlist where it had stopped. I was done.

I wasn’t even sure what song it was but everyone seemed to be having a good time. I had to groan, however, because Alanna and Kaley were holding on to the drapery bar above their heads and were twerking with their asses to the crowd. People cheered as Kaley’s skirt slipped higher and higher until her ass was half-showing, bouncing up and down, back and forth. She had on pink panties to match her hair.

Alanna’s dress was a bit longer but clung to her curves. I was just thankful she wasn’t in danger of mooning everyone; in the moment she always had fun with the sexual attention but afterwards the guilt would set in. Of course, she wasn’t in danger until Kaley stopped twerking, turned and lifted up the back half of Alanna’s skirt and played the bongos on her ass. Everyone laughed and whooped. Alanna stood up, her skirt falling back down to cover her butt she was also grinning wildly and laughing.

Fuck. She was drunk, she was hot and now she was the center of attention. I loved her dearly, and that’s why I knew she was going to do something stupid.

She was still holding on to the drapery bar and dancing. Kaley got off the couch and Alanna looked up at the bar. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Alanna was dancing a little more wildly, spinning on the couch and kicking a leg out like a stripper.

She hefted herself up nearly horizontal with the bar, and then there was a crack and the brace holding the bar to the wall broke and she fell.

I was there, though. I caught her heavily and held her for a moment in my arms while she recovered. The brace and bar were hanging unevenly above the couch, tottering back and forth.

“My hero,” Alanna said with a sloppy grin, leaning up and kissing me on the cheek before rolling from my arms onto the couch. She stood and shouted to the party, “Let’s go to the club!”

People cheered and everyone moved. Soon I was one of two people left in the room, everyone swarming to walk downtown, or call a cab, or find their shoes. I sighed, examining the brace and bar, then got up on the couch and started trying to fix it back to the wall as best I could. Nothing had actually snapped so it wasn’t difficult, just another frustration.

Yvette walked by me with an armful of empty beer bottles she had been collecting from around the room and didn’t say a word. Not even a thank you.

“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered under my breath.

I was one of the last people out of the house and walked back up the street to my SUV. As I figured, Alanna was waiting there along with Josh and Malena. What I hadn’t figured on was Rachel and Nikki, two more of Alanna’s teammates, also waiting.

“Where’s Beth?” I asked Josh as I walked up.

“Went home with some guy,” he replied.

“What?” Rachel exclaimed, “With Jervis?” Rachel wasn’t a very good looking girl but she was very competitive and athletic and her boyishly short hair suited her.

“Yeah, they were making out hard in Yvette’s room and she told them to hit the road, so they did.” Malena filled in.

I shook my head and got in the driver’s seat, Malena getting in the front with me while Alanna, Rachel and Nikki got in the back, relegating Josh to the trunk. Everyone, except Josh, got buckled in and I started the quick drive to downtown and the university clubs.

“Aaaauuuu-stin,” Alanna said, drawing out my name so long I already knew exactly what she was going to ask. “…Glee?”

Malena smiled at me from the passenger seat and the other girls in the car started echoing Alanna. I rolled my eyes and directed Malena, “Disc Four.” Her smile brightened and she punched the button on the dash radio.

I’m corny and like musicals, so the television show had been fun. Alanna bought me the first few soundtracks, and then it turned out that when they’re drunk, girls really like Glee. I couldn’t take the CDs out of my car or else I would have a mutiny on my hands.

The girls were drunk and loud. Two songs in I had to turn down the radio just so I could hear myself think. I looked in my rearview mirror and Alanna locked eyes with me, smiling. I glanced back a moment later and Alanna was still looking at me, but out of the corner of her eye because she had Nikki in her arms and was making out with her teammate. Rachel wolf whistled and Nikki was obviously drunk enough to be into it, and Malena turned around to see what was going on and started laughing. Nikki was a stacked blonde with pouty lips and fit the stereotype of ‘curvaceous volleyball player,’ if only she wasn’t five foot nothing.

I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the road, looking over at Malena every once in a while and trying not to think about Alanna. Malena, or Mel, was something of an outlier compared to the other rugby girls. She wasn’t a bigger, powerfully athletic girl nor was she smaller and whip-quick; Malena was more of a yoga and balance kind of girl. She had a beautiful and sharp girl-next-door face, and her quieter demeanor contrasted with the outgoing craziness of most of her team mates.

She was one of the few girls who could possibly distract me from my crush on Alanna. She also just so happened to be one of my other roomies. She caught one of my glances and smiled, her nose crinkling pleasantly as she enjoyed the music and her friend’s antics.

I could date her, I thought wistfully as I scanned the streets for a decent parking spot. Except that we live together, and I don’t have the same relationship with her as with Alanna. I have no idea how that would work out. In truth I didn’t know what dating Alanna would be like either, but in my imagination it wouldn’t change much. Alanna and I were already so completely enmeshed in each other’s lives there wasn’t anything left to discover.

Maybe that’s why it doesn’t happen, I wondered. There’s nothing left to explore between us.

By the time we got to the club, the line was about forty people long. Some of the folks ahead of us were people from the party but mostly it was people we didn’t know. I was with our group, Alanna, Josh and the girls laughing and talking, but I wasn’t really with them. I hadn’t gotten a single thank you for driving. I didn’t need one from Alanna, though it would be nice, but the others weren’t my best friends. Roommates got a little slack since I drove them around all the time anyways, but Rachel and Nikki? Come on.

I knew I was stewing in my own frustration and I wanted to break out of it, but every little thing was bothering me.

Alanna, standing next to me, grabbed and hugged my arm, shivering in the cold night air. Mugga-fugga-bregga-burga, I thought for a moment, muttering unintelligibly in my head even to myself. I took off the light jacket I had brought from my car and slipped it over her shoulders. She beamed at me in thanks, her eyes brightly reflecting the lights of the busy downtown street. Then she was back to the conversation, letting go of my arm. And now I was cold.

A couple of small groups were let into the club before four local guys sauntered up from the back of the line and cut right in front of us, meeting up with a guy and girl who had been just ahead. Josh made a comment under his breath about assholes cutting in line and Rachel laughed, repeating it to the other girls. Of course, she was a little more drunk and a lot more loud.

Two of the guys turned back and made their own comments and pretty soon Alanna, Rachel and Nikki were bickering with the guys, Josh somewhat egging them on. Fucking come on, I thought, keeping my mouth shut. They were all drunk and it was just a line to get into a club. Not like we were waiting for limited tickets or something where the extra four bodies would really matter.

The local guys were being dicks though, and with the mood I was in I was ready to step in if they crossed the line. I eyed up the guy standing closest to me, who also wasn’t saying anything. He was shorter and a little scraggly, not very well dressed. I could see him being some sort of a weasel though, the spiteful little one that would be the asshole who pulled a knife if this turned into a fight.

I imagined what it would be like, him pulling a knife and stabbing me as I squared off with him. I wondered if I could grab his arm and pull him toward me enough that I could strangle him or something. How hard was it to actually break someone’s neck with your bare hands? Wow, I got real dark real fast.

Now I had those jitters again, a bit of adrenaline running through me as my body prepared for a fight that wasn’t even going to happen. Things were defusing, Josh cracking jokes instead of continuing to egg on the girls. The weasley-looking guy stepped back away from us and I had to take a breath, trying to get into better spirits as the tension eased from the air. It didn’t work; I still felt irritated and frustrated and angry.

Once we finally got through the bouncers and into the club, Alanna removed my jacket without a word, dropped it into my arms, and took off for the dance floor. Poof, just like that. Grumbling, I headed for the coat check line alone. I didn’t know what the hell was going on with her tonight, but Alanna and I were going to have words in the morning.

“Austin? Hey!”

I turned to the voice calling my name and got rocked in a bear hug. “Erin, hey how are you?” I practically shouted over the music as I hugged her back. She pulled back and flashed me a warm smile, which I returned readily. If Alanna was my lost love, and Malena was a no-go zone of the ‘don’t shit where you eat’ variety, Erin was next on my list. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” she said, hooking her arm in mine as we waited in line. She was holding her coat and I noticed she wasn’t all dressed up like most of the girls who came to the club; a pair of hiphugger jeans and a nice blouse were as far as she had gone.

“You look great.” I surprised myself by saying that. On any other night I could talk to anyone comfortably, I was just a bomb at flirting; tonight I was in such a crappy mood I was surprised I could manage a greeting, let alone a compliment.

“Aw, thanks sweety,” Erin said, grinning like a fiend. “You don’t clean up so bad yourself.”

“Who are you here with?”

“Oh, a couple gals from school,” she gestured towards the dance floor. “I don’t think you know them though.” Erin was a year ahead of Alanna and me; we had met through volunteering with the student union while I was still a freshman.

“Ugh, it’s good to see you,” I said, pulling her into another hug. “You have no idea the kind of night I’ve had.”

She gave me a squeeze, “Aw, well you’re here now.”

We chatted as we stood in line, the two girls behind the coat check counter taking their time dealing with the growing number of agitated, drunk students. “You’d think they could go a bit faster,” I said.

“They’re going to expect a tip too,” Erin rolled her eyes.

“Of course they are. Five bucks to hang up my coat and make sure it doesn’t get stolen, and I have to tip on top of that.”

“Austin, you’re a jerk.”

That had me turning back to her in confusion, but she was grinning madly. “How have you not noticed yet? I’ve practically been shoving it under your nose!”

I looked down at the hand Erin was holding out for me to look at, and on her slender ring finger there was a not-very-large engagement ring. Well… fuck.

“Wow, congratulations,” I said, acting as enthusiastic as I could for her news. “You and Geoff?”

She nodded, beaming proudly. Erin, despite her warm snarkiness, good looks and desire to be involved in all sorts of things around campus, was dating a country bumpkin. The guy worked his father’s farm, had no plans to go to school and lived out in the sticks, drinking away his days. Honestly, he wasn’t a bad guy. The few times Erin had managed to get him into the city he’d been nice enough and I probably would have liked him, if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was dating her.

“That’s fantastic.” She started going on about how Geoff had proposed; something about a tractor. I nodded and smiled, the pit in my stomach eating away at me. Erin was permanently off the market, meaning yet another one of the few girls I could actually see myself with had dropped off my list.

We paid for the coat check and Erin departed to find her friends while I went looking for Alanna and mine. The club was shaped in a big circle, the center carved out from the sitting and dance floor areas to serve as a bar with a big mirror in between the two sections. You would think it would be easy to find people, but the place was so packed it took me nearly fifteen minutes to spot Josh over the crowd and get over to where he, half a dozen of the rugby girls, and a few of their boyfriends were dancing. Josh was just setting down his finished beer, which made me think that if I was going to be in a shitty mood I might as well be a good guy some other way.

I made the universal ‘drink?’ sign to him, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise and nodded, the music on the dance floor making it impossible to talk. I asked the others in the group, including Alanna and Steve who were dancing together again. Steve was a tall Dutch guy with a chiseled body and face like a Greek statue. Just my fucking luck Alanna would pick someone like that to ‘try out being straight’ with.

Leaving the group where they were, I went to the bar with my order. Then I waited. And waited. And waited some more. I was right up next to the bar, my hand up to try and lazily call over one of the three bartenders working behind it. Their eyes kept sliding over me as they served drunk girl after drunk girl, avoiding the obviously sober looking guy, assuming I probably wanted a water.

After nearly five minutes, one of the bartenders got close and handed a fruity cocktail to the drunk girl who had sidled up next to me and gotten service instantly. I took the opportunity and called out loudly, “Hey buddy, can I get some fucking service here?”

The bartender scowled at me and reached for a glass and the soda dispenser.

“Six coronas, a rum and coke, and a sprite,” I said, surprising him. He hops to it now, I thought sourly as the guy rushed to fill my order.

He finished placing all the drink in front of me and leaned forward, smiling politely, “That’ll be thirty seven bucks.”

I slapped a twenty, a ten, a five and some coin on the counter and started picking up the drinks.

“Hey buddy, you’re supposed to fucking tip,” the douchebag had the nerve to complain loudly.

“I got fucking horrible service. Suck a dick.”

Six bottles in one hand, the rum and coke in my other and my sprite pressed to my chest with my arm, I turned away from the bar and started back to the group. This night couldn’t get any fucking worse, all I wanted to do was go home and sleep and maybe I’d have a better rest of the weekend.

I got back to the area where I had found the rugby party earlier and had to do some shifting since they had moved with the crowd. I handed out the beers and was looking for Alanna to give her the rum and coke when Josh tugged on my elbow, then pointed through the crowd. I put down the rum and coke on a cleanup table and started moving towards Alanna.

She, Yvette, Malena and one of the other girls from the team were standing stock still, arms crossed or on hips, staring at another group of girls who were just as athletic as they were. It took me a moment to realize it was members of the opposing team from earlier; they must have been staying the night in a hotel and were out on the town.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, and I wasn’t even sure they could hear each other, but I clearly saw one of the girls look right at Alanna and say the words ‘Big Dyke.’ Alanna stepped forward aggressively, but a big guy stepped from around the other girls with his hands up and a stern look on his face.

“You got a problem?” he said loudly.

I heard him because I was brushing past Alanna at this point, who was surprised I was there.

“No, but I do,” I said, my haymaker punch slamming into the guy’s cheek and sending him reeling. That moment when everyone around you is shocked at what just happened is awfully quiet, especially when you somehow managed to time your cheap shot with the pause before a bass drop.

Three more guys, men’s rugby players from the other school by the looks of them, stepped forward.

I don’t like to fight. All I really remember of the whole thing is that I got punched in the face once and I think I threw someone over a table. I’m not really sure who, or even what gender, they were. Rugby players from both schools got into it pretty quickly though, until the entire bouncer crew from the club broke up the fights.

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I ended up leaning on the side of the building in the cold. The bouncers told me gruffly I could pick up my jacket the next day before they shoved me out the side door, along with the university rugby teams.

Everyone dispersed pretty quickly, particularly when one of the bouncers mentioned calling the cops. Josh went off with Yvette, who was calling him ‘tough guy’ since he’d jumped on the back of some big bruiser-looking motherfucker. Malena was staggering off as well, arm in arm with three other teammates.

That left me and Alanna, and thankfully not Steve, who I didn’t see anywhere.

She was drunk but wide awake after the fight. Her hair had a sexy-messy look going on and her dress was roughed up, but otherwise she seemed no worse for wear. I couldn’t say the same, my eye and cheek were tender from where I caught a glancing punch.

We walked to the car, stopping several times when Alanna needed to catch her balance. Her hands were all over me, grabbing my ass and thighs and rubbing my chest when she wasn’t clinging to my arms for support. I’d learned to deal with handsy-drunk Alanna long ago, though that didn’t stop me from remaining annoyed and frustrated with her, emotionally and sexually. Why should she be able to grope me, but I felt horrible if I even thought about grabbing her ass?

She babbled about the fight and how much fun she had that night and the rugby game from earlier while I drove us home. There was a lot of drunk giggling as well, and she kept grabbing my hand from the steering wheel and holding it in hers before letting go so she could gesture wildly along with her rambling. I didn’t say a word the entire time, stewing in my vinegar-like emotional state. Sour and sharp.

Alanna stumbled on her way from the car to our front door and had to wait for me to help her up. Once we were inside, we kicked off our shoes and Alanna declared, “Shots!” while immediately heading for the kitchen.

“I don’t want any, it’s too late to start drinking,” I said, my eyes glued to her. The handsiness on the way was a minor ‘weird drunk Alanna quirk’ compared to her habit of every time we got home after a night out, regardless of who else was in the house, Alanna liked to strip down to her underwear. It was just another one of those things I wasn’t about to complain about, except that tonight she had me so pissed I wanted to tell her off.

I didn’t; I might have been angry but I was still a guy. Despite the possible black eye situation I had a feeling I would be jerking off before going to sleep that night.

Alanna came back from the kitchen carrying a bottle of tequila, two shot glasses, a salt shaker and slices of lime. I was a little concerned that she had been using a knife in there, but seeing her wearing just her pushup bra and thong left me a little distracted.

“Hold out your arm,” she demanded, so I did. She licked it and shook some salt onto me then poured two shots.

“I don’t want any.”

“Open your mouth,” she said, a stubborn look in her eye. She knew I knew what she wanted. I opened my mouth and she pressed the lime between my teeth. If I’d heard it once, I’d heard it a hundred times: “There’s only one way to do a tequila shot.”

She licked the salt from my arm slowly, eyes meeting mine as I watched her cute tongue slither across my skin, then she slammed her shot and leaned close, picking the lime from my teeth with hers before sitting back and humming her laughter as she sucked on the citrus. Her chest heaved with her laughter, making her firm stomach tense and release. I wanted to fuck my best friend so bad it hurt.

“Ok, your turn,” she said, spitting the lime out onto our cheap coffee table.

“I said no, Alanna.”

She gave me puppy-dog eyes and the pouty lip, but that wasn’t about to sway me with the mood I was in. I just raised an eyebrow and she pouted more deeply. “Come on Austin, drink with me!”

No matter how close to naked she was, I didn’t want to deal with this. “No,” I said sharply, reaching for the TV remote and flicking it on. “I don’t want any.”

“Fine,” she said, reaching out and taking my arm. I basically ignored her while she set up her salt and I held the slice of lime off to the side of my mouth, continuing to stare at the TV. She did the shot and mouthed the lime, her cheek brushing mine as she did. She sat next to me for a minute before getting up and standing next to the couch. “I’m going to bed.”

I sighed, feeling a little bit guilty despite the fact that my entire night had been a shit show, mostly caused by her. “Alright. Go get some water to bring up with you, and pick up your dress. I’ll check on you when I come up.”

“Yes, oh master,” she said sarcastically. She purposefully walked in front of the TV on the way back and it took a surge of willpower not to tell her off or stare at her body.

I sat through a crappy half hour stand up show on the Comedy network, hearing little of the jokes through the ringing in my ears, a souvenir from the loud club music. I went through a bit of the emotional cycle I had developed through years of silently being in love with Alanna. Self loathing, guilt, frustration, wonder, sarcasm… not in that order. Sometimes it made me feel better, sometimes it didn’t. That night it didn’t do anything. It was probably best if I just went to bed, snapped one off and then slept through half the weekend.

I made my way upstairs, intending to go straight to bed but I noticed the light shining under the door to Alanna’s room. Taking a deep breath, I let it out in a sigh, I had to check on her; that tequila would either knock her out or rev her up. If the first, I would need to make sure she didn’t puke and choke on her own vomit, and if the other I had to make sure she both had the blinds closed and wasn’t doing something stupid like lighting shit on fire.

I knocked. “Alanna?” I called quietly.

Nothing.

I opened the door and was horrified.

Alanna was on her bed, her arms cinched behind her back, her ankles bound by the same rope and pulled under her so that she was practically hog-tied in reverse. There was duct tape over her mouth and her eyes were wide as she looked at me standing frozen in the doorway.

She was naked from head to toe, her chest heaving as she breathed deeply through her nose. I’d never seen Alanna naked before but I wasn’t really seeing it now either. “What the fuck?” I said, quickly stepping to her but looking farther into the room, trying to figure out where whoever had done this was. “‘Lanna, who-”

I tore the duct tape from her lips as I was talking but she interrupted me. “God damn it, Austin!”

Her reaction made me look at her face instead of worrying about someone lurking in the room. “What?”

She was angry, her brows furrowed and her nostrils flared. “Fuck, Austin. Are you fucking serious?”

“I don’t-” I stammered, completely taken by surprise.

“You were supposed to come up here and fuck me, you idiot,” She said.

My jaw worked up and down but no sound came out.

“But no, of course you’re the fucking hero, worried about how I got like this instead of taking advantage of the situation. I knew this wouldn’t work.”

“Alanna, what the fuck are you talking about?” Apparently there wasn’t any danger and now I was way more aware of the naked aspect of her position. I struggled to keep my eyes on her face instead of dropping to where her big, firm tits were proudly pressed to the sky by her awkward position. Her stiff nipples were a deep pink, contrasting beautifully with her golden skin.

She sighed and set her head back against the headboard of her bed briefly before looking back to me. “I’ve been trying to get you to make a move for years, Austin. I just- I didn’t know how to, with you. I didn’t know if you even wanted to, maybe you didn’t like me that way or something. I’ve been trying to get a rise out of you for years and all you do is be the best fucking friend you can be.

“I’ve been so fucking horny for weeks and I thought tonight- I thought I’d try something else. So I’ve been teasing you and pissing you off all night so that maybe you’d just let out whatever you felt for me. I wanted you to fucking take me and ravage me and- I wanted you.”

I sat on the bed, my mind reeling. “Holy. Shit.”

“But you don’t want me, do you? You’re just too fucking good for me. All I wanted was for you to fucking fuck- mmpgh.” Whatever she was going to say, I cut her off by planting the duct tape back over her mouth.

I looked her over now, openly and unabashed. Her tits were proud and stood up from her chest despite her mostly horizontal position, the golden skin appearing pale compared to the tan on her limbs and face. Her wispy, feather-light body hair was an additional striking contrast. Her nipples looked like pencil eraser ends, stubby but firm and begging for attention.

For years Alanna had been showing off her thick, toned abdomen to me, but now for the first time I allowed my eyes to trail boldly down her body instead of sneaking furtive glances. She didn’t have defined abs, rather just a sleek outline and a little trail of that same silky wisp of body hair. Her belly button was clean and cute, like a beautiful little divot that I wanted to kiss and tease. My eyes traveled lower, following her curves to her bare mound, totally clean shaven. She was fully opened because of the way her legs were bound, her thighs spread wide and lewdly as she sat on her calves. Her lips were thick and flushed and as I studied this most precious and personal part of my best friend, they seemed to swell a fraction more and parted, hinting at desire.

My eyes came back up to her face and she was looking at me from over the duct tape with a questioning, worried gaze; for the first time in what seemed like ages I saw Alanna blush. I wanted her. I wanted to grab her tits and maul them with my hands and mouth; wanted to run my hands up and down her body, to explore every nook and cranny of her. I wanted to take her in every way imaginable.

But I hesitated, because this changed everything.

The thing about being best friends with Alanna was that I already knew so much about her. Maybe it had been part of the teasing, but I knew what she liked and didn’t like in bed and I knew that if I didn’t live up to her desires this was my only chance. After this, there wouldn’t be a time for me to man up and ask her out, or kiss her unexpectedly, or show her how much I loved her. Here, right now, it would work out or it wouldn’t and we would go back to being friends, or worse- things would get awkward and we wouldn’t be able to manage that that anymore either.

I stood up from my seat on the bed and got onto it on my knees, carefully moving so that I was straddling her belly as she lay tied beneath me. “You really want this?” I asked. My eyes were locked with hers and I had a fleeting memory of sitting nose to nose with her in a staring contest as kids.

She nodded, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in deeply.

“You want me to take out my dick and have my way with you?” I grabbed my crotch and she nodded fervently. “What if I want you to suck it? To give me your first ever blowjob on a real dick?” I laid a finger on the tape covering her mouth and she nodded again. “And if I want to nibble on your earlobe and kiss down your neck and collarbone like I know you like?” She moaned softly, her nod slower as I brought my hand to within a hairsbreadth of the side of her neck, careful not to touch her.

“What if I want to suck hard and give you a hickey, mark you so everyone knows you belong to someone else?” I wasn’t really thinking about what I was saying; the implications I was bringing up. She moaned again though, and said, ‘Uh-huh,’ through the tape.

Both my hands hovered above her upper chest and slid down until they were mirroring the curve of her tits. “And if I want to spend all my time playing with these? Teasing you over and over, covering them in kisses but never playing with your nipples until finally, finally I give them the attention they need?”

Alanna’s eyes fluttered and her breathing was a little more shallow as she imagined it while I continued to tease her without touching. Her skin was rising in goosebumps.

“What about if I want to fuck your tits?” I asked, placing my hand on her finally in the crevice between her breasts, palm to skin. “What if I want you to squeeze your boobs together so that I can fuck them until I cover your face in cum?”

‘Fuck,’ I think she said desperately, but it just came out as an unintelligible moan.

I lifted my hand from her and reached behind me, briefly touching her thigh to figure out where my hand was while I kept looking at her face. “And you want me to tease you down here as well?” My hand hovered between her thighs. “You want me to take you, right? Take my hard dick and put it where no other guy has? Fill you with me and fuck you over and over?”

She was nodding fervently again and her hips bucked, trying to get some contact. My hand was probably only an inch away from her now, not that I could see since I was reaching behind my back, but I could feel a heat emanating from her. “How many ways do you want to be taken? Just like this? What if I want to fuck you from behind like a dog? What if I want to make you my bitch for the night? Just plow my way into you harder and harder until I’m done? Or on your side, or have you ride me?”

‘Fuck meeeee,’ she keened raggedly under the tape.

“What if I want to come inside you?”

She opened her eyes and I thought I had crossed a line, but she looked at me and said as clearly as she could, ‘I want to feel you come in me.’

My hand slipped lower, two fingers lightly poking at the ass cheek cleavage that was being made between her legs as her butt rested on her heels. “And what if I want to fuck you down here?” I knew she had tried anal before with past girlfriends and it hadn’t been a spectacular time.

This time she did hesitate and she looked up at me with a bit of reticence even though she nodded. I brought my hand away and used both to cup her face, leaning down until we were nose to nose. “Not tonight then,” I said, and kissed her mouth through the tape.

I got up off of her and she looked at me confused and a little shocked, and I realized what I had just said sounded like I wasn’t going to fuck her because she wasn’t sure about anal. “Stay here,” I said firmly, “And don’t fucking move.” I went out into the hallway, stepped out of her line of vision and immediately sank to the floor with my head against the wall.

What the fuuuuuuck, I thought to myself. Was this really happening? Had we gotten in an accident on the way home and now I was in a dream? Alanna, my Alanna, wanted me to fuck her so badly she tied herself up to entice me into it.

I knew she was into some light kinks. She’d left her ‘beginners bondage kit’ out once in her room and I had stumbled across it in the very literal sense of the word. Once I knew about it, she didn’t bother hiding it anymore. I had probably seen more dildos than any man should too, though that wasn’t so much kinky as it went with the lesbian territory. She liked roleplaying, she liked it rough; despite her bold personality everywhere else, Alanna had admitted to me that when it came to sex, she liked it when the other person was dominant. She wasn’t a sub, she just liked someone who could take charge and trade the lead.

One shot, one opportunity… the line from the Eminem song rang in my mind. I needed to make this the best fucking Alanna had ever gotten, and I had the mental tools to do it. The only problem was I had a feeling I knew exactly what was going to happen if I went back in right now to fuck her. One pump, two pump, sploosh; classic virgin territory.

I’d thought about this a lot though, all I needed to do was collect myself and think of the plan. Ok, three rules. One: lots of foreplay. Two: be vocal. Three: get off early so you can go again.

I took a deep breath and stood up. I needed something to surprise Alanna with too, so I headed down the stairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a bowl and filled it with ice; we didn’t have any whipped cream and honestly I wasn’t totally prepared to bring food into the bedroom. Fuck, I was barely prepared to bring me into the bedroom.

Back at her doorway, I stopped and looked at her. She was fucking beautiful. Her golden blonde hair was wavy and messy behind her head, her dark pink areolas slightly puffy, crowned by those firm nipples. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her abdomen and thighs flexing as she adjusted her weight. She looked over at me and took a deep breath, eyes flicking to the bowl in my hand before returning to my face. I stepped into the room and set the bowl of ice on her nightstand, then slowly unbuttoned my shirt. It hit the floor, followed by my socks and then my pants and I was left in my briefs.

Alanna had an amazing body and I felt a little ashamed I didn’t quite match up. My height was the best thing going for me, otherwise I wasn’t muscular or well defined. Her eyes trailed up and down my body, not like she hadn’t seen this much of me before, but the fact that she had no judgement in her gaze reassured me enough that I slowly pulled down my briefs, exposing my hard dick to my best friend.

I’m average, maybe a bit bigger on a good day. This was definitely a good day, though I wished I had taken the time to do some personal grooming down there. The way Alanna’s eyes were trained on my cock, I felt like I was the biggest guy in the world.

I took a step forward and put one knee on the bed, leaning down so that I was whispering into her ear. “You aren’t going to get everything you want,” I said. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Alanna, that I can’t just rail you into the bed until we’re fucked out. We’ll do that too, but I want to make love to you.”

She inhaled sharply through her nose and I rose up a bit. Her eyes were wide and watery and she looked at me like I had just told her… well, like I had told her I loved her. Which I did, in every way I could think of, but had I said it? I said wanted to make love to her, I hadn’t said- But why shouldn’t I?

Because it was too risky. Because it could make all of this weird. Because it could make it all go away.

Because deep down I had built all of this up and was afraid it would come crashing down on my head.

Instead I pulled the tape away again and kissed her firmly. It wasn’t some open-mouthed tongue duel; we kissed hard and I could feel the emotion she put into it, matching mine. This wasn’t a lust-kiss, this was an I’ve-wanted-you-for-so-long-kiss. This was the kind of kiss a sailor gave his wife after years at sea, the kind an astronaut got after months on the space station. It was a message, the same message being sent and received: ‘You’re mine now.’

It ended when we both needed to breathe. Nose to nose, I looked into Alanna’s eyes. “I’m not going to last long the first time,” I admitted apologetically.

She smiled kindly, “I know. I want to suck the first one out of you, virgin boy.” I chuckled and she wiggled her eyebrows, then I surprised her by putting the tape back over her mouth.

“First, you need to be punished,” I stated, and she quirked an eyebrow in response. “You’ve been teasing me all night and have been a very naughty girl, Alanna.” I reached into the bowl and pulled out an ice cube, touching just the corner to her forehead and tracing it down her nose before rubbing it on the tape, following it up with my lips as I kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her tape-covered mouth. I directed the ice cube down her chin and lightly over her neck a few times, followed by my lips, gently kissing away the melted water, exploring the curve of her throat. I shifted so that I could get at her chest, then used the ice cube to melt a wet infinity symbol onto her upper chest with the wide side of the ice.

I grabbed a second ice cube with my other hand and mirrored my movements as I teased her, sliding the ice down her sides but avoiding her tits, then across until they met in her middle a couple of inches below. Alanna was breathing deeply and her eyes looked down her body at my hands as I raised up the ice cubes and pressed them to the undersides of her breasts, circling them on the sensitive skin and then drawing them around the outside edge before pulling them away. She groaned, shifting her weight as I set both pieces of ice on the upper curve of her tits, about two inches from the nipples. Slowly, I started circling and spiralling inwards until the ice was centered on her pink nubs. The ice balanced there for a moment while I quickly cupped her tits, keeping the ice pressed between my palm and her nipples and started massaging and groping Alanna for the first time. She moaned and squealed at the treatment, enjoying the touch of my hands on her but still catching the stimulation from the cold ice. I pulled back and took the second, larger piece and trailed it down from her cleavage to her belly button, where the now-melted piece wedged in easily as she flexed her stomach trying to escape from the cold. The smaller piece I popped into my mouth before bending down to her left tit, my hand coming back up to her right to cup and squeeze.

First I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking softly and rubbing my tongue against the odd feeling nub. I’d never exactly had the ‘opportunity’ to have a part of someone else in my mouth, and I had no idea what to expect when playing with a nipple. ‘Rubbery’ didn’t describe it but as I took more of her tit into my mouth, sucking and bouncing as I massaged her other with my hand, I knew I could play with these for a long time without getting bored. Especially since the cooing noises she was making behind the tape let me know she was enjoying my efforts.

I used my tongue to rub the dwindling ice cube against her skin, causing her to moan and shift beneath me. I eventually moved over to her other tit with my mouth, sucking and tonguing firmly even though the ice had melted away. Stretching farther over her caused my dick to brush against her side, and eventually find itself nestled in the small divot at her hip where thigh met abdomen. Feeling myself against her, knowing about the skin on skin contact, I could feel myself getting excited.

I was not going to blow my wad from nestling my dick on Alanna’s hip. Even if everything worked out, that embarrassment would last a lifetime. Chris Rock’s joke ran through my mind and made me chuckle into Alanna’s cleavage, ‘All a nigga needs is a crease.’

I backed off of her and moved up beside her body until my dick was practically in her face. She was staring at it intently as it bobbed before her and I took ahold of it, wagging it back and forth slowly. “You’ve teased me a few times over the years, talking about how you can deepthroat a dildo and get it ready to use on one girl or another. How much of this are you going to take?”

She mumbled something and I raised my eyebrow to indicate that I didn’t understand. She repeated herself firmly, ‘All of it.’

“Really? I dunno, maybe I should just jerk myself off. What would you do if I just jerked off and came all over you and left you here?”

She mumbled something long and complicated that sounded like a threat. She brought her head forward and nudged my tip with her tape covered mouth a couple of times then looked up at me, her eyebrows knotted in frustration.

“You want to suck my dick?”

Alanna nodded.

“Say it.”

‘I want to suck your dick,’ she mumbled through the tape.

“Say it again,” and I reached down and pulled the tape away from her mouth.

“I want to suck your dick,” she repeated, as she leaned forward and inhaled me about halfway, her cheeks concaving as she sucked hard and her tongue writhed against my shaft and head.

“Ooh, shit,” I groaned, making Alanna giggle around her stuffed mouth as she drew me in again. I shifted forward, both knees on the bed, as she bobbed up and down, quickly adjusting. “Fucking whoo-wow,” I gasped, letting one hand come down to wind my fingers in her hair, while the other cupped her cheek and chin.

She sucked me for about half a minute like that, running her tongue around the circumference of my dick while she slurped away, then she pulled away and opened her mouth wide, breathing hot air on my shaft. She licked the underside lazily with the flat of her tongue, then took the head back in her mouth, sucking quickly before letting it pop out with a smack. “Get closer,” she said, and I shuffled forward until she slurped my sack into her mouth and sucked on my balls.

“Oh, wow that feels- wow, ow, wait not too hard, ok yeah, ooh yeah,” I groaned as she experimented down there. She had cock sucking down, it probably wasn’t too different from gobbling on a life-like dildo mechanics-wise, but balls were a different matter.

“We need to do something about this,” she said from under me. I leaned away so I could see her face. “You need to shave down here.”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling the heat rise to my face, “Sorry.”

Alanna took me back in her mouth and sucked me for a moment, pulling away just long enough to say, “It’s forgiven if you promise to get rid of all of it.”

She had my dick in her mouth again; I wasn’t about to say no.

After about another minute I could feel the tightening sensation in my groin I usually associated with nearly being done jerking off. “I’m gonna come,” I groaned, unable to really think about what that meant. We hadn’t exactly discussed this, and I didn’t want to make assumptions as to the how and where of it all. Was I supposed to jerk myself off on her face like in porn? Or maybe in her mouth?

She leaned back away from my quivering dick, opening her mouth, “Facefuck me.”

“Uhm-” I said for one brief moment, then moved forward and slid my dick into her mouth.

‘Do it,’ she said around my dick.

She wants it rough, one part of me thought in excitement. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for though, said another part.

The decision was made when I looked down into her eyes, her mouth stretched in an O around my dick, and I saw the desire there. I grabbed her head with my hands and firmly thrust into her mouth, feeling her swallowing me. She gagged a little bit and I started to pull back, but she clamped her lips firmly and sucked hard, clearly a demand for me to get my dick back in there. So I did, shoving my dick back into her throat. Again and again. Seven thrusts like that and I practically shouted, “Holy fuck.”

I came hard, three powerful spurts in her mouth before I lost my balance and stumbled backwards. One shot dribbled out uncontrolled onto her tits before I grabbed myself and stroked, squeezing out two more solid spurts onto her lips and cheek.

I practically fell off the bed trying to avoid collapsing on Alanna in her awkward position. I ended up kneeling on the floor, panting, with my dick in my hand as it shrank from full mast to maybe half. I recovered enough to rejoin Alanna on the bed. “Damn,” I said.

She smiled, opening her mouth to show me the load I had deposited there, before swallowing dramatically. “That was pretty good,” she said huskily, “Not like a chick grinding herself all over your face, but definitely good. I liked the way it felt to have you as deep in me as you could get.”

“I liked the everything, personally,” I snorted and smiled. She wrinkled her nose and grinned, and I looked around briefly before picking up a pair of her discarded panties from the floor. I used them to wipe of her face carefully as she snickered, along with the dribble on her tits, before I kissed her firmly. There was an aftertaste in her mouth, but I would rather kiss her than be squeamish about bodily fluids at this point.

“Are you ready to fuck me now?” she asked as our kissing ended.

I glanced down at my dick. Hard again, probably the fastest that had ever happened, though not surprising considering the stimulation in the room. “Yep,” I said, “Open your mouth.”

She looked at me confused but did so, and I shoved the cum-stained panties into her mouth as a gag. She squealed again and I almost took them out, but she quieted and looked at me with a gaze that I imagined said something like, ‘Stop fucking using what I told you against me, you fucker.’ It was less irritation and more happy annoyance that I knew how to push her buttons right off the hop.

“Just because I’m ready to fuck you doesn’t mean it’s going to happen right away,” I said, then kissed my way down her chest and cleavage, easing my body over hers as I continued shifting down. I slurped up the melted ice water lingering in her bellybutton and tongued it playfully before I lowered farther.

I kissed her lightly, touching my lips further and further as I brushed past the light feathering of silvery body hair below her navel and crossed her tan line into new territory. As my lips brushed her skin I felt what I could only describe as the slightest roughness where she had shaved herself and the hair was just barely reappearing. I pursed my lips further, kissing her skin wetly and making her shiver, her thighs opening wider beneath my chest.

I knew the theory of eating out a vagina; being a repressed nerd led to lots of weird research topics like that. This was the first time I had even done more than imagine it though, and looking down at Alanna’s thick, flushed pussy lips I wanted to just dive in and had to stop myself. I needed to build up her anticipation with some teasing.

I looked up Alanna’s body to her face, lips distorted around her panty gag, watching her reactions as I breathed hot air onto her pussy. Her eyelids fluttered and I looked back down, noticing that her lips had darkened to a dull pink, her inner lips swelling and separating with arousal. I breathed out again, and then turned my face to kiss her thigh. It was thick and muscled, but the skin I brushed with my lips was fantastically smooth. I kissed her again, and again, trailing up and down her inner thigh nearly to her groin but pulling back before giving her more. I turned and repeated my actions on her other thigh while running my hands along the tops of her legs, feeling her skin crawl and muscles tense. I knew it was working when I heard her whimper through her gag for more.

I forced myself to continue slowly. Every time I got an urge to move on to new things I stopped myself. Four times I nearly moved ahead until finally I had my hands reaching up and holding onto her waist with my head hovering over mound. I took in a deep breath and blew cool air onto her, then quickly opened my mouth wide and sloppily kissed as much of her as I could.

Alanna groaned and rolled her body, first pulling her hips away from the sudden overwhelming stimulation, then shoving forward to get more. I could feel her stomach and abdominal muscles flexing underneath my hands as the heat from her vagina met my tongue welcomingly. I was consumed with the feeling of her under my mouth, the different textures of her skin on my tongue as I licked and swiped her lips and clit. Then the taste hit me, dirty sweet combined with a light saltiness that nearly reminded me of an odd gatorade flavour.

I drove my tongue into her, relinquishing the upper portion of her pussy from my mouth to do so but nuzzling my nose under her spit-covered clit hood. Alanna was practically writhing as I ate her out for the first time, driving my tongue into her salty-sweet depths as I looked up her body, past her heaving tits and panty-stuffed mouth to where her eyes alternated between squeezed shut and meeting my gaze. She was panting hard through her nose, sweat covering her forehead and I thought, not for the first time, that she was the most beautiful person in the world.

Alanna froze and her eyes fluttered back and I mentally cheered – Orgasm 1, Failure 0! I eased off my ministrations as she twitched a couple of times, then withdrew completely and climbed up her body. She opened her eyes slowly and found me gazing into them, smiling warmly. I tugged on the panties and she opened her mouth a little wider, releasing them and taking a deep breath as I removed the gag.

“Who have you been practicing on?” She asked, though only after lifting her head up to kiss me.

I grinned. “You, I guess. In my imagination. For years.”

“Well, I guess I’m a good teacher,” she smiled back.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

Her eyes brightened, “Put the gag back in.”

“No,” I shook my head.

“But-”

“No, I’m going to fuck you with ropes, that’s more than enough kink for our first time.”

Her face softened and she sighed, “I’m sorry, I- You’ve been so good, I almost forgot this is your first time.”

She kissed me and I kissed her back, her tongue poking through my lips tantalizingly. “Best first time ever,” I whispered to her and she crinkled her nose with a silent laugh.

I leaned back and looked down our bodies. I had one knee between her spread legs, so I shifted, arranging her legs to bracket mine and my dick bumped up against her abdomen. This is it! I shouted excitedly in my head, trying not to let my overeagerness ruin the moment.

Holding my dick by the root, I pulled my hips back to line up with her. Alanna bit her lip when our eyes met, then she nodded to me. I touched the head of my dick to her pussy and felt like the world was going to end. Get ahold of yourself, man. Y’aren’t even inside ‘er yet. Why my inner voice started yelling at me in a Scottish accent, I wasn’t sure.

I was oozing precum from all the excitement, and Alanna was still covered in my spit and her own secretions. I rubbed my head along her lips a few times, the sensation sending tingles through my groin, then prepared to enter her.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, and not in pleasure.

“What?” Alanna asked, practically gasping out the word through the sexual tension I’d built up in her.

“I forgot to use the ice more,” I said, and then plunged into her at the same time she reeled with confusion over my distracting comment. In all honesty, I had originally said ‘oh fuck’ because I realized I didn’t have a condom, but then I remembered Alanna being very open about the fact that she was on the pill. Looking back, those comments might have been more teasing invitations.

The feeling of being inside my best friend, of consummating everything I had felt for so long, was almost overwhelming. I froze about halfway in as Alanna laughed and gasped at my comment and actions. I leaned down to her and kissed her neck lightly, then switched to her mouth when she nuzzled into my neck. I rocked my body towards hers lightly, not really thrusting so much as easing in and out of her warmth.

“What’s it feel like?” Alanna asked quietly.

“I don’t know how to describe it. Warm and wet and tight. Fantastic. But it’s more than that. It’s you – I’m feeling you, ‘Lanna, and you are just… wow.”

She gave me a dazzling smile and I figured I had said the right thing, so I kissed her and began thrusting a little more firmly. She moaned into my mouth and I groaned in return, thrusting again. Our lips separated and she whispered, “Fuck me.”

Thrust. Thrust. I held myself up from her awkwardly tied body by my arms and kissed her neck, sucking hard as I entered her over and over until I pulled back to see I’d left a hickey there, low on the nape of her neck; easily hidden. I bent lower and caught one of her nipples in my mouth as our bodies started rocking into each other in a rhythm, the light slapping sound of flesh mixing with Alanna’s moans. I sucked on her nipple and then pressed it firmly between my lips, keeping it captured as I tongued it back and forth.

“Oh, fuck me Austin,” Alanna moaned loudly, spurring me on. Those words I had wanted to hear for so long echoed in me. “Fuck me, fuck me.”

I released her tit, adjusted myself and started thrusting into her faster, the tingling in my balls already starting even though we’d been fucking for only a few minutes. I wanted it to last longer than that but I didn’t know any baseball stats to think of and didn’t want to bring up dead puppies.

“Augh, fuck, Alanna-” I gasped and she locked eyes with me, her tits bouncing in my lower peripheral vision. She pursed her lips and blew cold air on my face and I thrust into her harder. The tingling was growing into a dull ache quickly. “Oh, ugh, I’m gonna…”

“Come all over me,” Alanna groaned, “I’m yours, cover me in your cum.”

I had to pull out quickly when she said that. The ‘cover me with your cum’ bit was hot, but it was the ‘I’m yours’ that set me off. The first shot streamed out before I could even get my hand on my dick, plastering the underside of her right tit and running down her stomach. I pumped out three more onto her tits and belly, the last one dribbling onto her pubic mound before I fell back onto my ass, panting from the physical exertion.

“Fuck,” I said between deep breathes, “Fucking is a lot of work.”

Alanna laughed as she looked down her body at me.

“Ok, that’s enough of the ropes,” I said, getting up to my knees. “I want to hold you.”

Alanna helpfully rolled onto her side and I saw while the rope was knotted around her ankles in some sort of bondage tie, around her arms it was just wrapped and looped; she was holding the end in her fists.

“Just unwrap my arms,” she instructed, “I can undo my legs.”

I followed her orders and soon she was free of the rope, which she flung off the bed before rotating her wrists and ankles and stretching her arms. She grabbed the all-purpose panties I had used to wipe her off and gag her; this time they cleaned her torso of my jizz. Finally, she crawled across the bed and lay down half covering me, her head resting on my shoulder and her tits pressed into my chest and side. Our legs entwined and her hip bumped my dick and we both sighed contentedly.

“It’s as good as the movies,” Alanna said quietly.

“What is?”

“Lying in bed with your man after sex,” she grinned up at me. “Chicks feel different than you do. I wish I had a cigarette right now.”

Her man? I snorted a laugh to cover up my thoughts. “Neither of us smoke.”

“So? Maybe we should start; but just after sex.”

“Does that mean this isn’t a one time thing?”

Alanna rose up on her hands and leaned over my face. “Hell no. You and me, Austin, we’re gonna fuck like rabbits.” Then she kissed me voraciously and pressed her body into mine.

“What about the others? Our roommates?”

“Let’s keep it a secret for a bit and have some fun with it,” Alanna said, brushing her hands across my chest. “I don’t plan on dating anyone else again, so this is our only chance to sneak around.”

My dick got hard at the idea of the commitment she was making to me and Alanna pulled back laughing. “Ready for round three already?”

“That depends,” I replied, “Do you want to ride me, or am I gonna fuck you from behind?”

Alanna picked up the sodden panties and turned around, presenting her thick, muscular ass to me. “We have years of sex to catch up on. I want you to fuck me like a bitch in heat,” she said, before stuffing her mouth with the used cumrag and wiggling her butt at me.

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Austin and Alanna will return in a future story.

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