Zoe - Part 3 of 3
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- Damn dude, you got loose on daddy’s account! We can almost start our own speakeasy with all of this!
- Well, we can have a little fun before and after the rafting too. Right girls?
- Absolutely! And I got us some apricot brandy Zoe! Like at Stacy’s!
- If only I remembered it!
- Yeah, better not, Rachel’s joking with a wink.
- We just need to remeber that we have to go down a rapid tomorrow morning folks!
- Don’t worry Tristan, we won’t drink everything. Not tonight at least!
As he say it, Etienne takes out a beer which he uncaps with one hand and gives to Tristan who takes it with no hesitation. Then, he gives one to Rachel, then to Zoe and takes one for himself too. He raises it in the air to make a toast.
- To Rafting!
- To rafting, the other repeat.
- May the god of rapids be clement with us tomorrow, Tristan adds.
- You’re a i***t dude.
- And happy to be one!
They all burst of laughter before taking a sip of their beer. They stay a moment like this, sitting at the table silently. Then, obviously, Rachel starts to talk.
- Zoe, you don’t know what we saw on the road when we where going back from the store. A moose! A real one, not a fake. He was so big and hairy, and his plume…
Zoe listens with a smile while the guys bicker, putting away the map for their trip tomorrow. She feels good, happy. She drinks another sip, then another one, then another… The girls quickly swap their beers for apricot brandy with 7up. The guys take out the rum, still keep bickering. The evening pass in laughter and joy until the reality catch them up : they have to keep their mind for tomorrow. Rachel and Zoe go upstairs to get ready for the night while the men stay at the table and finish their rum and coke.
- Did you saw how he was stuck to me all the evening, Rachel says as she closes the door of their bedroom. He likes me, that’s for sure.
Zoe does not answer, she just nod. « Or maybe you were the one who was stuck to him all the evening. » She spawled on her bed. Her head is spinning a little bit. Rachel sit on her bed, smiling.
- What can I do with Etienne? It was sooooo obvious that he want me tonight! He’ll be alone in his room, maybe I could walk in and pretend that I got into the wrong bedroom!
- Yeah.
- Everything’s alright Zoe? You seem grumpy? Tristan seemed to really like you, you know. He’s kind of cute in his way.
Then again, Zoe stays silent. « Yes, he’s kind of cute, and everything, but it’s Etienne that I want. You know, THE Etienne you’ve stuck with all the evening! » She shuts her toughts and keep them for herself.
- Well, I’ll go take a shower, we never know!
Rachel grabs her small toiletry bag and opens the door.
- You know, you could be a little happy for me, that’s what friends do!
She closes the door abruptly, leaving Zoe alone, in her toughts. She sighs then get up from her bed. « She’s right Zoe, you could at least pretend to be happy for her. You knew from the start that Etienne was into her. Even if he winked at you several times… » After a few minutes, she gets up and rummages in her luggage to fin her toiletry bag. « Gotcha! ». She goes down in turn to go to the bathroom. She hears the running water, Rachel is still in the shower. She must finish in a few minutes. She walks toward the living room. Tristan is still sitting at the table, a newly full glass in his hand. He rases his eyes toward her, then looks at her bag.
- You’ll wait for a moment before even thinking to go in there.
- Yeah, I know, Rachel always takes a long time to be ready.
- That, and being two in the shower is even longer I guess.
- What?
Zoe looks at him, surprised. « Was that a invitation? Because he can always dream, it’ll never happen. » Tristan nods in the direction of the bathroom. At the same time, a cry of pleasure reaches them. Zoe is speechless. « She won… in the end, she won. » Tristan pulls the chair next to him while laughing and she sits, still dazed.
- I was right you know.
- About what?
- Etienne. You like him.
Tristan hands her his drink and gets up to prepare another one. She takes it and takes a sip. The alcohol warms her tight throat. He comes back with a new drink and sits next to her. He looks at her, insisting and she sighs.
- Yes.
- Yes what?
- You were right. But clearly, it doesn’t matter anymore.
Tristan sighs and takes a sip of his drink. He leans towards her.
- You know, I love Etienne, but sometimes, he’s a f*cking asshole. Especially with women. Rachel is sweet, but that’s it. It’s normal that she fell into his trap. You, you deserve better than that. Than him!
Zoe looks at him, surprised, then bursts out laughing. He seems surprised.
- Did I said something funny?
- Yes. You’re drunk and you just call your friend an asshole.
- I’m not drunk, don’t worry. If I was, I would just dance and sing at the top of my lungs. But yes, Etienne is an asshole. A f*cking asshole.
The bathroom’s door opens and Rachel goes out, her cheeks rosy and a towel around her bosom. She sees them and smile, embarrassed.
- Oops! I didn’t know you were there. I’m going to bed, are you coming Zoe?
- I’ll take a shower then I’ll be there.
After a insisting look, she nods and quickly climbs the stairs as Etienne gets out, a towel around his hips and water dripping from his muscular chest. He gives them a big smile before climbing upstairs at his turn. A shiver runs through Zoe’s nape. « Damn, he looks so sexy like that! » She heaves a long sigh.
- Well, don’t worry, Tristan says before stalling his glass and getting up. You’re a great girl, you’ll find a f*cking hot guy like him just for you.
Zoe grins at him as she gets up at her turn, leaving her almost full drink on the table.
- Thanks. I’ll go take a shower.
- Is that an invitation?
- Keep dreaming, Zoe answers, laughing.
Tristan giggles, then quickly climbs the stairs, leaving Zoe alone. She goes to the bathroom and gets slowly undress. The air is still hot and warm. « I can’t believe I’ll wash myself exactly where Rachel and Etienne just had s*x! Hope I won’t find any surprises. » She carefully opens the shower curtain. Everything looks clean. « Luckily. » She opens the faucet and takes her soap out of her bag. The water is hot. « At least, they leave me hot water. » She washes herself quickly then turn off the tap. She takes a towel in the cabinet and wraps it around her bosom. Then, she heads to the counter where she had leave her bag. She runs a hand over the little steamy mirror before rummaging in her bag.
- Too bad I missed you in the shower.
Zoe jumps and turns to the door, almost dropping her towel in shock. Etienne is leaning against the door frame, the door closed behind him, his gaze glowing of lust. He is only wearing a checkered pajamas pants with university colors. She opens her mouth to talk, but stays mute, still in shock. He gives her a flirtatious smile as he walks towards her.
- You know, you don’t have to be shy. Not with me.
He is only a few steps from her and he gives her his most seductive grin. His gaze brushes her bosom still hiding behind the towel. He leans toward her.
- You don’t need this, he wispers to her.
He reaches out for the towel, but Zoe intercepts it.
- Please Etienne, get out. You just screwed my best friend, I don’t want her leftover.
- If you’re worry about my performance, don’t. I saved the best for you. You’re the one that I always wanted.
Zoe does not answer. « I’m the one that he wants? It was me from the beginning? » She thinks back to the winks he gaves her during the traveling. The way he looks at her sometimes… Etienne feels her hesitation and takes the opportunity to come closer. He strokes her shoulder, leaning towards her ear.
- Come on, I know you want it.
She shivers, he is too close to her. She can feel his breath on the back of her neck, his gaze on her breasts, his hand going down to her butt…
- Ok, that’s enough, she says as she pushes him back. I asked you to get out!
- Very well, he answers drily before going out, slamming the door.
« Who the f*ck do he thinks he is? He just screwed Rachel! » She runs to the doorknob and lock the door. She wipes off quickly before putting on her pajamas. She takes her bag in one hand and goes out. A hand grabs her and draws her to the kitchen. Etienne tackles her on the wall, a hand each side of her head.
- Come on Zoe, I know you want me! It will be our little secret.
He takes her chin with his left hand and smile before reaching up for his neck. Zoe shivers and closes her eyes as he brushes her neck with his warm lips. « Come on Zoe, you can do it! Push him away! » He kisses her neck, trailing slowly toward her ear. She shivers again, a warm feeling growing inside her. « Come on girl, you’re better than this! »
- I can’t…
- Hush… no need to talk. Let it go, you’re gonna love it.
He travels his hands toward her hips which he grabs to press her on his already hard member. She squeaks , surprised, as shivers continue to run her entire body. He rubs his hard on her pelvis, his breath heaving more and more as the excitement builds. He reaches a hand toward her breast and she freezes. « Ok, that’s enough! » She pushes him away abruptly.
- Stop it! I said no!
She makes a few steps toward the kitchen, but he grabs her hips again and pushes her against the counter. He rubs his hands on her hips, his nose buried in her neck, then he slips them under her top. Zoe shudders and grapes the counter. Her eyes rolls of pleasure as he kisses her neck. He grabs her breast with a firm hand while he slips the other one in her pajamas pants.
- You’re too good. Let me pleasure you Zoe.
He slowly lower his hand toward her core as he continue to kiss her, getting closer and closer to her mouth. Zoe’s cheeks are on fire, her breathing is jerky. He reaches her core and starts rubbing her c**t with circular motions, snatching moans of pleasure from Zoe. He trusts a finger inside her, his other hand busy with her breast which he caress greedily. Zoe squeaks, her hands still clenched on the kitchen counter.
- I’ll pleasure you like never Rachel.
- Rachel?
She widens her eyes and pushes his hands away. She turns to him sharply.
- Did you just call me Rachel? Seriously?
- Come on Zoe, he answers, grabbing her hands. My tongue has split open, you know you’re the one that I want.
He leans toward her to kiss her, but she dodges him. She shakes her head without saying a word and walks away from him. She turns on her heels and climbs the stairs four by four.
- Oh, come on Zoe! I’m sorry!
She does not listen to him, goes directly to her room and freezes. She looks at the doorknob. « No, I don’t want to see her. » She turns to her heels and knock on the door next to hers. Tristan opens the door and looks at her, surprised. He has disheveled hair and wears a large red t-shirt with « Bazinga! » written in white and a pair of grey jogging. He must have dozed off.
- You’re ok?
She does not answers and enters in the room. He stays there, the doorknob still in his hand, dazed. She collapses on the bed and stares at the ceiling. Tristan closes the door and walks toward her. She looks away from the ceiling to lay her eyes on him. She sighs before looking back at the ceiling.
- You were right. He’s an asshole.
- Oh.
He walks around the bed and spawls out next to her, his eyes staring a the ceiling too.
- Sorry.
- It’s not your fault, I should have know.
They stay in this position a few minutes without a word. Then, Zoe turns to him. Tristan also turns around to face her, slightly shy.
- You’re not like that.
- No.
- Good.
She leans toward him and gives him a kiss on the lips. He looks at her, surprised. She smiles to him and rolls over onto her back, her eyes staring at the ceiling. Tristan contemplate her a moment, smiling, before doing the same as her. He takes her hand and they stay like that until fatigue gets the better of them and they fell asleep, hand in hand.
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