Page 17 of SummerTime Madness
Friends.
Then Cordelia came along and shook up our world.
Flipped it.
Made me crave my best friend's cock in a way I didn’t think I ever would. But now here we are, adults and still fucking in secret. I am tired of it.
My phone rings through the Bluetooth in my car, Dr. Elias’ name comes up and my stomach flips. My finger hovers over the green acceptance button, debating if I should answer—there would be no going back.
“Elias,” I chirp as I bring my vape to my lips, inhaling the fruit smoke, then holding my breath as it floods my lungs.
“It’s done.” His voice is flat like a warning–exhaling the smoke, it rushes out of my mouth like clouds gathering on my steering wheel.
“And the ferry?”
“All is done.” He inhales. Pauses. Maybe waiting for me to reconsider.
To go back.
But none of that happens.
I just end the call as I pull into the mile long driveway and park behind Cordy’s all blacked out Benz before grabbing my vape from the middle console. I take a deep breath in before grabbing my cell phone and typing out a message.
Me: here.
I know there will be no reply. The Suarez family are strict with the ‘no phones at the dinner table’policy. I could go in there, but I don’t think I'm ready to see her right now. I’m not like Tate–hard on the outside while dying on the inside.
I am a lover and wounded…
Since the day she betrayed us, I haven’t stopped bleeding. Bringing my vape to my lips, I inhale again watching the beautiful backdrop. The sun is dipping behind the lakehouse. The sky is a canvas of pink and orange hue.
Beautiful.
My mind wanders back to that day that almost ruined our friendship–the night I discovered them both hiding their betrayal. I was hers before I becametheirs.
The sun is setting, and it’s been over an hour since I saw Tate. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Cordy either – not since last night. I smile at the thought of sliding inside her, but what confused me the most was how good it felt to wrap my lips around Tate’s cock. We should probably talk about it, and that’s probably why he’s dodging me now.
Knowing Tate, he enjoyed it...
I felt his dick throb in my mouth as he moved his cock inside my greedy mouth, but the star of the show was Cordy and her virginity. Tate might have gone in first, but I went right after, his cum stillinside her, and later that night we agreed–that we would always share...
She was ours.
From the distance, I notice the light on in the utility shed, the smell of marijuana thick in the air. So I walk towards it expecting to find Tate smoking a joint, the perfect time to talk to him, or so I thought. But the closer I get, there is this feeling in my stomach that causes it to tighten up before it drops.
It was the soft moans that made my body break out in goosebumps. We promised. I cut the corner and step into the door frame only to find Cordelia wearing one of Tate’s band t-shirts. Bunched around her waist as she rides him with a joint lit between her lips. The asshole doesn’t even bother stopping when he notices me, and this might be the biggest bitch fit I will ever throw, but I'm angry.
“What the fuck?” I snap, walking towards them. Cordy passes me the joint, dismissing my anger, which makes me feel even worse, and Tate kept fucking her like he owned her…
Like I didn’t belong, as if I wasn’t part of her, and that pissed me off. But what pissed me off even more was the way they look at each other as if I didn’t matter.
“We made a promise.”
Tate chuckles, not bothering to look up at me as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm. My cock grows hard between my legs. I couldn’t help it, the sight was intoxicating..
I hated that I wanted them so desperately that I didn’t care if I had to become Tate’s bitch, as long as she was part of us.
“You don’t give a fuck, do you?” I snap at my friend, circling him as he lifts up the oversized shirt off Cordelia and closes his mouth around her nipple. My dick strains painfully against my jeans, and if he wanted to play dirty… So will I.
