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She's got a boyfriend anyway copyright © 2014 kwrites


5. four // talk about sex

it's only minutes before i drop you off

all we seem to do is talk about sex

she's got a boyfriend anyway, she's got a boyfriend anyway

The rest of the road trip was mostly ruined because of the first night. After that, things just seemed to distant and forced. It wasn't as much fun as we were hoping for.

On the way home Sunday night, we decided to play a game of Twenty Questions. We didn't get to catch up much and we figured we might as well just get over ourselves - mostly me. But all of our questions seemed to have to do with relationships and sex anyway.

"Who has given you the best blowjob?" Brandy wondered, a cheeky smile on her face.

I thought back to every blowjob I'd ever received. It definitely wasn't my first since that girl was a beginner - there was way too much teeth. My second was pretty good, but the girl who gave it to me was also trying to text at the same time. The last girl that gave me one was...Hero's sister. We were both drunk off our asses, but holy shit did she know how to use her mouth.

"If I tell you, don't hate me." I blushed.

She giggled. "Who? Who?"

"Savior." I mumbled.

"Can't hear ya." she smiled, leaning over to me with her hand next to her ear.

"Hero's sister." I said louder.

She gasped. "Savior? Savior blew you?"

"Yeah." I gave a nervous laugh.

"Was she good? Scale from one to ten."

"About an eight and a half." I decided after a moment of thought.

Brandy scoffed. "That's not even that good."

"You can do better?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and giving her a sideways glance.

She narrowed her eyes as a smile tugged at the edges of her lipstick-stained lips. "Wanna try me?"

I could already feel myself getting hard from her fake offer. Just the thought of her beautiful mouth on me was hardly bearable. And she fucking knew it too.

I had to change the subject before I got myself into more trouble. I quickly glanced at the clock. "It's only minutes before I drop you off."

She looked back out the window and sighed. "Yeah. I wish we could do this more often."

"We didn't do much." I pointed out.

She nodded, but had a smile plain on her face. "I know. It was mostly talking. But I learned a lot about you."

"Like what?" I asked. "Humor me."

"Well," she hummed as she thought. "You've had sex with two other girls since I started dating my boyfriend - we really need to hang out more often - you had a short relationship with that girl we used to have global studies with, and you got blown by Savior Green."

"All we seem to do is talk about sex." I noticed. Everything she listed off had to do with sexual things.

She shrugged. "Well, I like sex, so."

"There's something else we have in common." I smirked.

She gave me a look. "Are you keeping track of how many things we have in common now?"

"You were talking about what you and your boyfriend have in common, so I want to see how much we do."

"You're such a dork, Cal."

"You're a bigger one, Brans."

We pulled up to her house and sat in silence, the only noise being the engine, and the radio playing lowly. She punched at my arm, making me look up. "Thanks for a good time this weekend."

"No problem," I shrugged. "Just promise we'll hang out this week."

She smiled. "Of course."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek, lingering longer than I figured someone normally would when kissing a friend's cheek. She opened the door and hopped out, striding into her house, turning to wave as I backed out. And I thought about what it would be like if her boyfriend never came into the picture. Instead of a kiss on the cheek, she'd maneuver over the center console and straddle my lap, sticking her tongue in my mouth.

"Forget it, Cal, she's got a boyfriend anyway," I grumbled to myself. "She's got a boyfriend anyway."


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