Love Song

The Theater Room

    Lila’s place is smaller than mine by half, but I like getting out of the emptiness of my place. I hadn’t come over for a few months because of the long tour schedule, and I missed her. Lila is my closest friend and one of the only people I trust to keep my secrets. Being a rich pop star has its pluses, but one of the many drawbacks is not having many close friends. Too many people over the years had sold out my secrets to the tabloids for money. I learned my lesson quickly. 

    As my driver pulls up to the front gate and speaks to someone on the other side of the intercom, the front gate starts to pull open, allowing us inside. I sit up to get a better view as we pull up the short driveway lined with palm trees. It’s dark outside, but Lila has dozens of lights shining all over the yard and house. 

    Lila stands at the base of her front steps, waiting for me. As I push the car door open, Lila grins. She’s younger than me by several years, still fairly naive and full of life. I let her pull me in for a deep but brief hug.

    “My God, you look gorgeous, Rosalyn,” Lila gushes, pulling back to look at my face.

    I lean in and kiss her on her right cheek. She smells like sweet cucumber. 

    “Thank you for letting me come over,” I almost start to cry right then and there on her front steps. But I manage to hold it together for the time being.

    Lila takes my arm and leads me up the steps, leaving my driver behind. 

    “No security detail tonight?” Lila raises an eyebrow.

    I shake my head.

    “I need a break from being famous for a couple hours,” I say.

    “No such thing.”

    I shrug as we get inside. The interior decor isn’t what I would have chosen for Lila’s place, but she’s going through a modern phase at the moment, the sharp-edged chairs and couches giving the warmly-lit room a futuristic feel. She leads me past the living room, down the stairs into her theater room. It’s not exactly a basement, more like a sub-basement level. The entire floor is one giant space. The far wall holds a massive screen for the projector to play movies on. Between us and the screen are several rows of recliner seating. The room is empty and dimly lit. It’s our go-to spot most of the time when I come over. We stream repeat episodes of our favorite shows or watch porn together occasionally. Something about watching the actors naked, twisted bodies on such a large screen makes me feel better about myself.

    “So, why the late night phone call? Everything okay?” Lila asks as we grab a couple seats halfway to the front. She already has a bucket of buttered popcorn and sodas waiting for us. 

    “Everything’s fine,” I say, unconvincingly.

    “If everything was fine, you wouldn’t have called. And we both know it.”

    I look into her deep, green eyes, trying to think of what to say. I’m not exactly ready to tell her what I just discovered. 

    “Can we just watch something, and you can tell me all about what’s going on with you? I do have something to tell you, but I don’t know how to say it. So, I’m gonna put it off for the moment,” I explain.

    Lila shrugs and says, “Alright. Any preference?”

    “You pick.”

    “If I pick, I’m gonna put on some gay porn because that’s what I was watching before you came over.”

    We both start laughing and then fade out at the same time.

    “That’s fine. Just put it on,” I tell her. “But I’m gonna need a drink first.”

    As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I realize my mistake. I can’t have alcohol. Or any drugs. And I know Lila is going to offer. How am I going to decline without her figuring it out?

    “Sure. Jack? Rum? Martini? What do you want?” Lila asks.

    “Soda’s fine for now,” I say, grabbing the cup she put next to me. 

    She looks like she wants to ask me why only soda, but it’s like she can sense that something’s up. So, she lets it go for now. She flips the screen back on, and it takes a few seconds to warm up. When it does, the last thing she was watching comes back up immediately, and I have to stifle a giggle. 

    “Three Men and a Babe? Really?” I ask.

    “Hey, don’t judge. Orgys are hot stuff. Especially when they do guy-on-guy. Which they do,” Lila scoots down in her seat.

    She flips through several dozen dirty movie options, finally settling on one called The Birds, the Bees, and My Boyfriends. The beginning starts off as most porns do--cheesy actors put in unreal life situations. The main character, Brianna, is somehow going to have a gangbang at her house with three men out of nowhere. Of course, that never happens in real life. But it doesn’t stop people from watching it. If anything, that’s why people watch it. To escape their own sexless lives. Of course, for Lila and me, our lives are far from going without. 

    Lila dims the lights in the theater room, and after a few more minutes go by, I can hear her breathing heavily. I don’t even have to look over at her to know that she’s touching herself. Whenever we watch porn, both of us usually end up with our legs spread, fingers dripping wet from touching ourselves. It’s almost like a game to us. Who can climax the most before the movie’s over? I usually win. But then, I also have had a lot more practice in how to get myself off. 

    If I’m being really honest with myself, these porn nights with Lila are some of my favorite times. I’ve always had a thing for her. There was a time when I suspected she liked me back, but neither of us ever made a move. So, we’ve remained just friends. Sitting this close to her while she touches herself, those old feelings start to resurface. I peek to my left, trying not to be obvious that I’m watching her. I can see her legs are already propped up on her recliner, her booty shorts sagging under her butt. From this angle, I can’t see between her legs, but I can see her wrist and part of her hand moving between her thighs. Lila’s eyes are planted on the screen, not paying me any mind.

    Maybe it’s the confidence that comes from possibly being a mother soon, maybe it’s the porn in the background, but something stirs inside me. Tonight feels different from any other night. My body makes the decision before my brain can catch up. I notice I’ve turned onto my side, facing her now. She hasn’t noticed yet, her eyes are closed as she makes herself c*m already. Carefully, so she won’t notice, I slide off my chair and kneel in front of her. When her fingers slow down and her body relaxes slightly, I push her hand out of my way. Before she can stop me, my tongue is licking up the sweet wetness between her legs. 

    “Ros? What are you--?” Lila starts to say.

    But my tongue starts to flick across her c**t repeatedly, silencing any protest she was going to make. While my tongue goes to town on her c**t, I slip two of my fingers inside her, curving them up and moving them back and forth. She tastes sweeter than any of the other women I’d ever gone down on before. Lila’s legs clench around my arms as she climaxes again, screaming out and gripping her chair. 

    “f**k,” Lila breathes out. 

    I chuckle softly as I pull my fingers out, feeling her whole body tremble.

    “Where...the fuck...did that come from?” She asks, a smile at the corner of her soft lips.

    I wipe my mouth on the back of my arm and shrug.

    “You liked it, didn’t you?” I ask.

    “Duh! That was amazing. I’m just wondering where it came from?”

    I climb on top of her lap, straddling her the same way I do with Cal. This time, however, I’m in control instead. I lean down so our lips are inches apart. Lila’s hips shift under me, pulling me in. She wants more, I can tell. And so do I. 

    Slowly, I close the remaining space between us, touching my lips gently against hers. Lila parts her lips immediately, pushing her tongue inside my mouth. Something explodes inside me, something that’s been dormant for far too long. My hands are behind her neck, in her hair, touching under her shirt, her n*****s, every inch of her. It doesn’t take long for me to pull off her clothes. I’m vaguely aware of the movie still playing in the background. 

    Lila pulls my shirt off over my head, her mouth clamping down on my right n****e and sucking on it firmly. From a closed cubby next to her, Lila pulls out one of her many dildos. I knew she always kept some in here to use while she watched her porn films. I assume she is going to put it inside herself, but before I realize it, Lila slides it deep inside me. I gasp with both surprise and pleasure as she starts to finger my c**t furiously, using her knee to keep pressure on the dildo, keeping it inside me. 

    “Oh, God,” I say, my head falling back on my shoulders. This is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. It’s like she knows just where to touch me and how much pressure to use. I don’t want her to ever stop. My lips find hers once more, and her kiss is sweeter and softer than anyone else’s. 

    After I finish several more times, I pull the dildo out and turn it around to slip inside her without wiping it off. The thought of part of my being inside her turns me on even more. I push the bright pink dildo deeper inside her, sliding it in and out over and over. I lower my body so I can run my tongue over her c**t while I f**k her with the silicone c**k. We go on like this for a while before the lights automatically brighten up slightly when the movie ends. 

    Lila leads me out of her theater room, both of us still completely naked, up to her bedroom and attached master bathroom. We both jump in her ten by ten open shower and wash each other off, getting each other off several more times using her soap as a lubricant. When we get out, she grabs a couple soft robes for us to put on. We climb on her bed and sit down, chatting about everything except what just happened between us. It’s like neither of us wants to bring it up. 

    “So, you gonna tell me what’s gotten into you tonight?”

    Or not.

    I laugh and look up at her sheepishly.

    “Well, before I called you earlier, I found out something kind of crazy. I didn’t know what to do, still don’t know what to do. So, I called you because you’re my best friend, always have been. And I know you’ll love me no matter what,” I say.

    Lila places her palm over my hand.

    “Always. Now, tell me what’s going on,” she says.

    I stare into her eyes before answering.

    “I just found out I’m pregnant,” I say.