Chapter 5
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"And?" Lea asked. "And... what?"
"And?"what?""And there"s my damned brother"s naked white ass. He"s on his bed, on his pillow, humping away at it, groaning, "Oh, Giselle, Giselle.""
"Oh, man."
"Right? So I walked back out, wanted to puke, but the next morning, I told him if I ever heard another word about Bobby Wang, I"d tell Giselle he f****d his pillow and pretended it was her."
Wang"Wow. Bet he never said another word."
Kirsten gave a pleased grin. "Nope."
Lea clicked her glass to her friend"s. "So what was this Giselle like?"
"Don"t know. Never did meet her." Kirsten turned toward Lea. "Bet she looked like you. I think Sean"s been in love with you since before he even knew you."
Better, thought Lea and lapsed back into watching the movie.
BetterAfter a while, when the movie had gotten to a part that she and Kirsten both hated — where Cher and Dionne decide to give a girl a makeover to make her more "popular" — Lea asked, "So you ever do that? Hump a pillow?"
"Say what?"
what?""You know. Use a pillow to masturbate. I used to do that all of the time before I discovered vibrators. Still do sometimes." Not that I"ve needed to masturbate....
Not that I"ve needed to masturbate...."What in God"s name —?" Kirsten"s expression was dubious and a little embarrassed, but Lea could see the curiosity fighting to come out.
"You know," Lea said, grabbing the body pillow she"d been leaning against, "like this." She threw her leg over the pillow and began to rock her pelvis against the cushion. She c****d her head and looked toward Kirsten.
Kirsten, whose mouth and eyes were open wide. "Uh. Lea? What the f**k?"
"You never did this?"
"No." Kirsten, whose face was turning a pink that Lea didn"t think was entirely due to embarrassment.
"No.""It feels good."
"Uh. I bet."
Continuing to grind her crotch against the pillow, Lea pulled her nightshirt over her head.
"Lea. Sweetie. What the f**k are you doing?"
Lea ran her hands over her breasts, tweaking her n*****s. "What does it look like I"m doing?"
"Driving your poor friend crazy."
"Well, that"s kind of the idea." A shiver passed through Lea. She turned her upper body toward her friend; her pelvis kept moving on its own. "K, I"m trying to make sure that my best friend, who has just had an awful couple of days, gets what she"s dreamed of. She deserves it."
Kirsten licked her lips. She was having to work hard to keep her eyes from floating down to where Lea continued to hump away at the pillow. "You... You don"t want this. You"re not... You don"t have to —"
"Let me tell you a story," Lea said, smiling. "Remember when I told you about us going up to the mountains for the wedding?"
Kirsten nodded. Her fingers were clenched in the legs of her pajama bottoms. "Andy"s friend. His ex."
"Prior and Cherry. Yes." Holding up her left breast with one hand, she circled the n****e with the fingers of the other, keeping her eyes on Kirsten"s, which slowly widened. "The night before the wedding, Andy and Prior... hooked up. Really energetically. And Cherry, Sean, and I could see them. Frotting. Sucking. Fucking."
"Damn."
"Uh-huh. We couldn"t decide —" She switched her hands to begin teasing the other n****e. "—whether we wanted to kill them, or whether we were really, really turned on. Both, I guess, but mostly turned on." As the memory flowed back, the raw excitement of it flowed back as well, and Lea felt her labia spreading as she slid them over the satin-covered body pillow. "Sean bent me over, right there in front of the window where we were watching, and he f****d me and fingered Cherry, both at the same time. Cherry started playing with my t**s, but then she wanted to feel Sean"s c**k pushing into me, so she wrapped her fingers around that big, long, c**k as it was plowing into me, those fingers of hers pressing up against my p***y, and f**k, Kirsten, it felt so good. And then we kissed, me and Cherry...."
fuck,Kirsten whimpered. Her n*****s were pushing out against her silk PJ top, wide as old silver dollars. She was biting her lower lip.
"I realized, K, that no, I wasn"t attracted to Cherry. But that didn"t mean that I didn"t enjoy having s*x with her. I don"t know what that makes me, but I know it means that I would be more than happy to give my best friend, who I love with all of my heart, anything she wants. Anything." Lea lifted both of her modest breasts, offering them. Offering herself.
Anything.""Sean —?"
"Suggested this. Thought you needed it."
"A-andy —?"
"Said he"d be stroking himself at the thought until he came home tomorrow."
Kirsten gave another whimper, her own, much less modest breasts dancing beneath the blue silk. Her hands raised as if against Kirsten"s will, fingers reaching toward Lea"s offered breasts, and —
And Lea"s phone screamed — a fire truck siren.
A text. An urgent text. From Andy. Lea pulled back, though it was not what she wanted to do to poor Kirsten.
urgentKirsten fell forward, catching at the air.
"I"m so, so sorry K." Lea was already off the bed, grabbing at her pocketbook. She pulled out the phone and gasped. "Sean"s been hurt. Andy needs us to meet him at the hospital."
Any sign of lust evaporated from Kirsten"s face. "Hurt?"
Hurt?"That"s all it says." Lea pulled on the sweats that she had stripped off earlier that evening. Oh, God. Oh, God, please let him be —
Oh, God. Oh, God, please let him be —"C"mon." Kirsten had thrown a sweater over her PJs and stood, stony-faced, by the door. "Let"s go."
Grabbing her keys and her bag, Lea ran over to her friend and gave her a kiss on the lips. "I"m so sorry, Kirsten."
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