My best friends girl

Chapter 2 - Pull yourself together

While waiting my my McDonald’s breakfast to be delivered I popped on some comfy clothes, started doing the laundry and emptied the dishwasher that I had been neglecting for the last couple of days, and by the time it had arrived I was ravenous, I ripped open the bag and started stuffing hash brown into my mouth without stopping for breath. There was nothing that could beat a Double sausage and egg McMuffin after a night like that! A quick snap of the food before i demolished it, to pop onto the group chat. Straight away resulting in “ohh I’m so jealous messages” jen couldn’t have one because then the kids would want one and they had been fed McDonald’s last night by Mat because he couldn’t possibly cook for them on the one night of the month that he looked after them while she wasn’t there. She wasn’t exactly a strict parents but she wasn’t about to feed them 2 takeaways in a row.

Regina was on the way to get her hair done before going for family diner later “already had my weatabix” she replied “ahh weatabix Dickhead we’ve got ourselves over here” teased Jen.

8.45 came and knowing that I was still well over the legal limit to drive I called for a taxi. 15 minutes later the taxi arrived and I stepped outside the house for the first time, sun beaming into my eyes causing my head to thud relentlessly.

At this moment I realised that I was no spring chicken anymore and apparently heading into 25 was starting to cause the dreaded hangover that the girls had been complaining about for the last year and obviously being the young one I was adamant that it was just because they were old now. In reality I was an October baby and still had 8 months before my birthday, Jen was September and had 7 before hers, Regina was June and had 4 months before her and Marinda was March and only had around 3 weeks until hers. We had all been planning her a surprise party for her Big 25th. Venue was sorted, DJ was sorted, food, drinks and guests were all sorted and all that was left to do was arrange the decorations. Which I would be meeting the girls to arrange on Tuesday.

Rea her partner was in on it all and had been helping, which was probably the most that me and her had spoken since we had split up, we had always kept our distance until now.

The taxi pulled up outside my mum and dads house, I jumped out paid my bill and thanked him before heading towards the door. Before I reached the door fully it came bursting open “mummy, mummy, mummy!” Yelled Josie in excitement. “Hey pudding, did you have an amazing time with nanny and granddad?” I asked as I picked her up off the floor and pulled her in for a big squish.

Josie was 5 due to be 6 in November she had gorgeous blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and was looking more and more like me every day. I had fallen pregnant with her at 18, my soon to be ex husband was her father. I had been naively drawn in by his bad boy nature when I was younger, I can’t get my head around my reasons for not running as far away as I could when I had the chance! He wasn’t exactly a catch. He was 24 when I started dating him and already had 2 children by 2 different women that he had nothing to do with, I fell for all the story’s that it was the mothers fault that he didn’t see the children and that he had been so hard done by. When I found out I was pregnant I was petrified! My mum didn’t want me to go through with the pregnancy. She hated him and feared that I would be just the next baby momma left to raise a child so young and alone. I had the same worries but after weeks and weeks of reassurance from him that it wouldn’t be like that and that he would always be around I had decided to keep the baby.

She goes to my parents in the evenings after school for the few hours that I am at work. And comes and sits with me in the showroom in the morning reading while I work before school, it’s not ideal or practical but the bills need to be paid and until I’ve built up my own business enough to cut back on work I have to make do. This weekend she had asked to have a sleepover at my parents as my sister Lacey who was 21 was heading off too a festival for the weekend and nanny Beth would have a spare bed for her for the night. And honestly I was relieved to be able to have a night out and let loose a little.

As I walked into the house after Josie had finally let me go my mum was watching a children’s film that Josie had gotten her into and my dad (grandad Bernie) had fallen asleep in his usual spot on the sofa “shh grandads sleeping” whispered Josie.

“You look like you’ve been dragged through a bush backwards, what did you get up to last night?” My mum asked. “Ahh I feel like it too, these old bones of mine can’t take the party life anymore” I relied “old. bloody cheek of it! you wait until you get to my age!” She hissed at me “I really would be a fossil then” I teased back.

After lunch we packed up Josie’s things and my dad dropped us back home. We walked the dogs Stella and Dobby over to the park, played there for a while then came home and had some tea a bath and a movie night until bed which was usually around 6.30pm due to our early morning starts.

It was now Tuesday morning and I still felt slightly fragile from Friday night, Sunday was play day with all the children and Monday had been back to work routine. I only had my morning and evening jobs booked in for Tuesday as I was meeting the girls at 12pm to finish the party planning. I walked into the pub that we were hosting the party in, Reg and Jen where already sitting at a large table with the lists and plans and a pink gin and lemonade each, I headed to the bar ordered the exact same thing and went over to start the planning. Reg took the lead as she was the bossy boots and me and Jen just nodded and agreed occasionally inputting our own ideas. “What time is Rae getting here?” Asked Jen “she said 1” replied Regina, after a while Rae walked in “alright?” She said as she walked to the bar to order her usual Stella she was wearing a pair of Tailored blue shorts and a tight muscle fit polo top that hugged her broad shoulders and really made her arms look think and muscular and a pair of fresh white trainers.

Reg wasn’t a girly girl she was the opposite, a football loving, beer drinking stud.

My mind quickly began to wander as I started at her at the bar, thinking about the time that she had come to help me change a barrel back there when I was working a couple of shifts here a week, she had seen me struggling through the gap in the door and had come in and lifted it with ease for me. After dusting off her hands and just as I was about to go and open up the bar properly she had grabbed my arm and pulled me into her with force, starting from my lips I could feel her tongue all over mine before she gently pulled away and started kissing her way down my neck while exposing my breasts from underneath my top, only removing her lips from me for long enough to take off my shirt and bra before pushing me back into the wall and kissing me again with intense passion. As she worked her way over the top half of my body with her lips she started to gently massage my folds and c**t from under my skirt but outside of my panties, making them soaking wet. I could feel my whole body filling up with pleasure as I let out a loud moan “oh that p***y is wet for me” she whispered into my ear before bending me over the top of a barrel and tearing down my soaking wet panties and giving me one quick but tantalising slap on the arse. She quickly and forcefully slid her fingers into me giving me the release I was craving and with every movement she made in and out of me I could feel my o****m growing, moaning and pleading her for the release I desired she sped up her pace just ever so slightly and pressed her body into mine holding and squeezing my hip tightly with the other hand. Within seconds I felt my entire body clench and tighten as I reached my c****x “that’s it baby you c*m for me” she moaned as my legs began to tremble. She slid my panties back up and brought me back up kissing me passionately.

Suddenly I entered back into the real world realising that I had just drifted into a wet daydream in the middle of the pub, “excuse me, I’m just popping into the loo” I told the girls.

As I rinsed my face with the cold tap I felt frustrated with myself beyond belief “this is exactly why I keep away from her, It’s not right, I shouldn’t be thinking like this!” I growled at myself. After a few minutes of composing myself I re-emerged from the ladies room and walked back over to the table ‘alright darlin’ she said with a wink, the butterflies began to re-emerge. Compose yourself! I reminded myself while taking my seat.

An hour passed and we had just about rapped up the party planning, it wasn’t long before I needed to leave for the school run and so did Jen, Regina had left already to get home and now it was just me Jen and Rae. “Soo you ladies had a good night on Saturday then” said Rae “yeah it was good fun thank you” I replied. “I’m still hanging” added Jen. “Well at least you made it home that night” Rae said while giving me a look of disapproval, “I went home?” I questioned, had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

“Well that’s weird” Rea replied to me with a look of confusion on her face. I glanced over to Jen who clearly had as little idea what she meant as me.

“I’m confused” she blurted “did you not go home after I got out of the taxi then?” “ I went straight home?” I replied.

“Well Marinda didn’t!” Said Rae “and when I spoke to her the following morning, she said that you had pulled a guy at the pub who you ended up going home with and she didn’t want you to go alone so she came to make sure you where ok”

The look of sock sprawled across both mine and Jen’s faces was enough to tell Rea that this was not the case. I did not want to get involved in that!

I sipped up my drink and said a goodbye before heading off to pick up Josie.

Later that evening while getting ready for bed my phone rang. I looked down (Jen calling) it read answering the phone and putting it on speaker she immediately bellowed at me “what the F***k was that?!”

“She fully lied to Rea about where she was that night! And what’s more she brought me into it! I mean why wouldn’t she say something to us first? I was totally blindsided” I said.

“Man I knew that guy tuning up at the club was dodgy” she hurled

“Im glad I wasn’t the only one that noticed that” I responded

“do you think that’s where she was?” I asked.

“Well she wasn’t at home, she wasn’t with me and she wasn’t with you! So unless she was with Reg then I don’t know where else she would have been. I saw her walking towards the front door as she got out of the taxi, so it all seems suspicious to me” she said

I could feel myself filling with rage at the thought of her doing that behind Rae’s back, the only reason I hadn’t perused anything with her for the last 3 years was because of there relationship and she’s just treating her like that. It didn’t sit well with me.

We continued to discuss the possibilities and agreed to keep this to ourselves for the time being until we had concrete proof that she had actually done something wrong, I mean we were still her freind after all and it wouldn’t be right to medal or accuse her of something that we couldn’t be sure had happened.