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All about the Girls Ch. 01

By: BlasterGirl



Prologue

Where do I even begin in trying to describe my friends? How does one even pick a single point that might possibly give you even the smallest idea of what these bitches are really like? Don't get me wrong, I adore them all, each and every one of them, they just drive me crazy sometimes. I've known a couple of them for most of my life, the rest kind of filtered in over the years in one way or another and just hung around, got attached to the group and never left. We're a weird mix and always end up with some very strange looks whenever we're out together, simply because we don't look like we should all be friends. I guess maybe the best way to go about this is just mostly chronological, so we'll start with my best friend, the girl that's been by my side my entire life.

Angel and I have been best friends since birth, well okay, maybe that's a little bit of a stretch, but her family moved into the house next door to mine when we were four. It was an older neighborhood then, mostly elderly retired couples so we were the only kids in the neighborhood regularly. This meant that we were friends by default fairly instantly but it actually worked out and we clicked and became inseparable by the time school started. When all the other kids in our kindergarten class were being weird and trying to make friends, we had each other and it was great. My dad used to say that we were connected at the hip, I guess in a way we still are, even though a lot has changed in the years we've been friends. I'll get into all that later because it's a long, detailed and slightly sordid story that needs more time than I'm willing to put in right this second.

Angel was always that cute kid, you know the one, all the parents loved her, all the boys pulled her pigtails because they had crushes on her and all the girls wished they could be her. This became worse when we hit seventh grade and puberty hit because it hit Angel full on and damn did it do a good job. She was always the tallest in the group even before she hit her current five foot eleven inches and that height gives her legs most girls would die for. Even at one hundred and sixty-five pounds, not that she would ever admit that she was such a weight, her height means that she carries it perfectly and I will personally give two hundred dollars to anyone who can find extra fat anywhere on that girls body. If nothing else, looking for it would be a hell of a lot of fun, but we've all looked, believe me, it's not there.

To top all that off, you have perfect skin with the perfect tan, perfect waistline, perfect teeth, silky blond hair almost to her waist and stunning blue eyes. Okay, okay, maybe I'm a little partial, she is my best friend after all but it doesn't make those things any less true, or less appealing. Unfortunately for all the guys out there who are constantly staring at her, she and I both came out of the closet at twelve years old. That's a whole different story though, and I'll make sure I get into it later on at some point or another, hopefully, maybe, it's possible. Anyway, that's Angel in a nutshell physically, as for her style, well, imagine your typical popular girl, fitted jeans, adorable tops and expensive shoes and you've got Angel. Sometimes I just look at her and ask if she's sure she's gay, just to be certain, she always just laughs and says she is and to stop being an ass.

Next on the list is Jamie, James we all call her and she joined our little posse when it was just Angel and I back in around the fourth grade. She was a riot even then with her goofball ways and unending antics, a class-clown if there ever was one and always able to make everyone laugh. She's a little spacey sometimes, more ADHD than anything else but it make hanging out with her hilarious since she's never on one subject for more than a few minutes. She's the shortest member of the group at only five foot two inches but she has a personality big enough for us all. With a joke for almost everything and a one line zinger where she lacks jokes, the group really wouldn't be the same without her. She also happens to be loyal to a fault and one of the best friends a girl could ask for, always around to pick you up and make you smile when the world knocks you down.

She's the dude of the group and don't even give me that look, she's the first to admit it and she damn well likes it that way. Dark brown hair always in a faux-hawk and forever perfectly styled, typically with a bleach blond streak in the front, just to the left side. That streak and a single piercing in her left eyebrow are her form of rebellion, that and perpetually dressing like a high school boy. Baggy jeans and either a polo or jersey are her uniform of choice, typically finished off with boots of some kind. Her deep brown eyes always seem to twinkle with a hint of mischief that the rest of us can't seem to keep up with. She's damn cute and she knows it, uses it to her advantage and is almost as bad as I am, almost, but not quite. Occasionally she'll settle down into something like a relationship, but those are rare and typically don't last long, a few weeks, sometimes four or five months.

The next to join our little group, which really isn't very little anymore but it's small enough for us, was Rascal, no, that isn't her real name but she's the youngest of the group, a year younger than the rest of us. Not to mention the fact that she's forever in some kind of trouble and can't seem to stay the hell out of it to save her life. Her name is actually Rebecca and she joined the group when we were in sixth grade, she was the little geek that skipped a grade and ended up in middle school with the rest of us. She's fairly average at five foot five inches with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes but she's a riot with her pain-in-the-ass ways. Forever in and out of juvie in our early years, the only thing that allowed Rascal to even graduate with the rest of us was the fact that she was damn smart and was always able to test circles around the rest of us.

Damn genius IQ of hers, let me tell you, it's all at once sexy as hell and irritating as all fuck but, we deal with it since she was willing to help us with homework when we needed it. She's a bit of a tomboy, not nearly as bad as James of course, but rarely seen in anything other than jeans and a tank top. If it's cold she'll add on a hoodie of some kind, but that's about as far as it goes and she always finishes the look off with a pair of skater shoes. She's best known for her escapades in shoplifting and minor assault, though she stopped getting into as many fights once she hit eighteen and it became a serious offense. The rest of us have always just sort of rolled with it since she's never turned those fists of fury on us, so we just tended to sit back and watch the show she put on.

Next on the list in the fun parade is Zara who is like a group all her own within our larger group of friends and doesn't she just know it. She joined the group in seventh grade and even then she was absolutely stunning, Jamaican on her fathers' side and Vietnamese on her mothers, perfect complexion that we all hate her for, except Angel, who has skin just as nice, both of them without even trying, the bitches. Her skin is the color of a smooth caramel mocha and her eyes are so dark they're almost as black as her hair, which, by the way, is perfect too. Yeah, I know, want to slap her already don't you? It's okay, so do we but we refrain because even though she's gorgeous at five foot seven and a size five, she's the sweetest person you'll ever meet. She's our good egg, the one that's never been in trouble and always tries to see the good in everyone, even when the rest of us swear there's no good to be had.

She's the only one of us that's been in any kind of decent steady relationship over the past few years and while we give her a hard time about it, we love them both and would feel like something was missing if they ever broke up. She's our fashionista and will eagerly tell the majority of us what; exactly we are doing wrong in our wardrobes, myself, Rascal and James more than the others. She's also our conscious, our sounding board and will always tell us when we're being ridiculous or talk us down from whatever craziness we're thinking about getting into. She spends a lot of time telling us to calm down and see things from each other's perspective and has actually managed to diffuse quite a few spats within the group that, without her, would have been total blowouts and probably ended friendships.

Now we might as well follow Zara up with her girlfriend, Danielle, who graced the group with her presence the same year as Zara, right after we came back to school from Christmas break. The two couldn't be more different, like night and day in so many ways that only begins with the physical and goes from there. Where Zara and dark and exotic, Dani is a pale Irish girl through and through, white as can be, almost unruly red hair and green eyes with just enough freckles across her nose and cheeks to make her cute rather than gorgeous. She's a sweet girl in her own right, as long as you happen to be Zara, otherwise she's a bit rough around the edges. She's snarky, sarcastic and has an insult for everything, we love her for it though since she rarely turns it on us and she's normally right on. Zara attempts to keep her from going off the deep end but, hey, you can only keep a girl from her sarcasm for so long, right?

We think she's damn hilarious but, Zara tries to keep her from 'embarrassing us', if only she knew that we're all already thinking everything Dani says anyway. She's only half an inch shorter than Zara and roughly the same weight though a little less curvy than her girlfriend. They make a rather odd pair, admittedly but then when you really stop and watch them, definitely when they don't realize that you're watching, they're cute as hell. Which, if I'm being completely honest, makes me want to puke half the time. Anyway, whatever, not talking about my hang-ups here, we're getting to know the group so we'll wrap this one up and move on. Dani is around a lot and we're fine with that, they were both part of the crowd before they started dating and we support them completely, even when we're giving them crap.

Now we'll move right along to Courtney, or Court, the only member of the group I haven't fallen into bed with at some point or another. Don't judge me bro, seriously. Anyway, Court is our virgin, yep, you heard me right, group virgin, not that I haven't tried valiantly over the last few years. She's waiting until she's married, yeah, good luck with that Court, let me know when that one happens. She's an adorable blond with slightly longer than shoulder length hair and hazel eyes that looks like your typical sorority sister. She's five foot eight, slim built with curves and muscles in all the right places, not that I've looked or anything, you know, maybe just a little. Whatever, she's a cheerleader, shocking in this group I know, but it's true and she's damn good. She's also a gymnast and a dancer, something that we're all made painfully aware of whenever she goes to the club with us and dances circles around us all.

She's actually fairly shy, painfully so most of the time and only ended up in the group when she transferred to our school in eighth grade and I developed a massive crush on her. She didn't know anyone and so we invited her to sit with us at lunch, and by us I mean me of course, who else? She ended up opening up a little around us after a while and even though she refused to return my flirting, already onto my game even then I'm sure, she grew on us and we adore her. She's our moral compass, not that some of us really listen to the advice she gives us, but we appreciate the thought all the same. At least she cares enough to worry about our eternal souls since most of us couldn't care less about such mundane things. Maybe someday she'll talk James, Rascal and I into going to church with her, then again, maybe not, definitely not, I'd hate to have the place burst into flames when we walked through the front door.

I guess that leaves me now and that's just a path that I hate to even start down but, I promised so here we go anyway. I'm Lux, yes, that really is my name, I swear with everything in me. My parents are a little weird, my father teaches Latin at the local university and my mother Mythology so here I am, Lux Artemis Marks. Laugh and I'll kick your ass I swear, not even joking. I got my mothers' practically bleach blond hair which I keep fairly short, kind of punk in style and my fathers' eyes that can't decide if they're blue, green or something between the two. While they flip between the two colors sometimes, most of the time they just look kind of pale gray which gets me a lot of attention, which I am the first to admit that I like. I'm a little bit of an attention whore, though most of my friends will tell you I'm just a flat out whore. Haters.

I'm five foot six inches tall and top in at somewhere around one hundred and forty pounds, more athletic than anything and carry myself as such. I'm a tomboy, though not nearly as bad as James, tending to lean toward skinny jeans, tank tops or muscle shirts and a pair of Converse. I'm a sports nut, though only the playing, not the watching, give me a ball and I know what to do with it, normally. I've been out and proud since the summer before eighth grade started and by the time we all started high school, I was busy making my way through the female population of Phoenix, Arizona. I'm the first to admit that I have a bit of a commitment phobia and the word 'relationship' scares me shitless, but hey, I'm not the only one! That said, I feel like I should walk you through a few months in the life of me, and of my group of friends and let you judge us and our antics for yourself.

Chapter 1

Friday, February 10th, 2012 - Mill Avenue, Tempe, Arizona

I found myself standing on the sidewalk out front of yet another bar, or club, or whatever they called this damn place, smoking. I really should try to quit, hear it's really bad for me but, hey, too much effort for the moment and besides, I'm no quitter. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes, letting the smoke fill my lungs and actually smiling a little. It burned which just made the smile wider; okay I might be a little bit of a masochist but, we all have our issues. The music in the place behind me was intense, the crowd even more so and I had just needed a break for a minute. I would head back in soon and rejoin my friends, had to get a jump on the sad, lonely, just-broke-up-with-my-loser-boyfriend-and-don't-want-to-be-alone-for-Valentine's-Day straight girl crowd before James got her hooks in them. She's almost as good as me, and that's saying something since my track record is pretty damn good.

I pulled in the last of the Camel in my fingers, flicked it into the middle of the street and then turned to head back into the crowded place. I honestly can't even remember the name of it and really couldn't care less, never really cared since we just went where the mood led us most nights. I slipped between bodies on the dance floor and made my way to the bar to get the attention of the bartender. Once I managed to order and had my drink in hand, I headed toward the table my friends had taken over, taking a look at them all standing there and grinned. James was sitting against the wall on the backside of the table as usual, Zara and Dani to her left, Court and Rascal to her right and Angel standing right beside Dani.

I loved my friends and any chance I had to hang out with them all was a good night in my book, even if Zara and Dani were wrapped up in each other all night and Court looked like she needed a month of church afterward. I chuckled as I walked up to the table, giving Rascal a wink when she saw me and holding up a finger to tell her to keep quiet, to which she grinned, nodded and winked back. I transferred my drink into my left hand and smacked Angel hard on the ass with my right. She jumped a little and turned to see who had laid the offending slap on her and grinned when she saw me but immediately rolled her eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to be picking up a girl tonight?"

"Who says I wasn't doing just that sexy?" She hit me with another eye roll and James and I both laughed a little, this was just the way Angel and I were with each other.

"Mmm, you wish babycakes."

"No need to wish, hit that already, remember? More than once as I recall." She looked offended for a moment, punched me in the shoulder and then leaned over and kissed my cheek with a little grin.

"You're damn lucky I love you bitch." 

"I know I am gorgeous. Anyway, who you got your eye on James?" I glanced across the table at James and watched the slow grin spread across her face, one of my eyebrows arching up a little. James just pointed out onto the dance floor and I followed her finger to the girl she indicated then laughed and shook my head. "Yeah, good luck with that buddy. Leave here with that chick before I take someone home and I'll give you fifty bucks tomorrow. But, I win, you owe me fifty."

"You're on bro." With that James was up from the table and heading for the bar, never one to approach a lady empty handed. I had taught her well and she had been a model student, not to mention damn adorable with an easy to fall for charm about her. She gave the bottle the girl had in hand a glance and then ordered two at the bar and made her way onto the dance floor, both bottles in hand.

"Looks like you're out fifty bucks babes."

"Oh am I? Guys... Rascal thinks I'm out fifty bucks. What do you think?" Angel just shook her head and Courtney pretended to be very interested in her drink as I grinned at the girl next to me, accepting her challenge as well. I leaned over and planted a kiss on my friend, leaving her to roll her eyes and turn a glare on the giggling Angel as I left the table and made my way out onto the floor.

"Hey, don't glare at me girl. You asked for it, besides, don't even pretend you don't love it when she kisses you as much as the rest of us do." I heard Angel responding to Rascal's glare as I left the table and just chuckled to myself a little knowing that Zara and Dani were about to argue and Court was already ten shades of red. I had gotten a decent eye on what was available on my way back in from my smoke break and I already knew exactly where I was headed. James had made her life difficult by picking the happy, dancing, fun girl that appeared to be out with her friends. She was hot as hell, sure, but that wasn't everything in this game and she should know that by now.

I wove through the mass of bodies and approached a table in the corner, settled mostly in the dark and as far away from everything as you could get and still be in the building. The girl at the table kept glancing out at a small group of girls on the floor dancing together and then sighing and staring down at her half empty drink for a few seconds. She had been nursing the same drink for a while I had noticed and seemed less than happy to be in the place. "Hey. You don't look too happy to be here." I waited until I was close enough that I didn't have to shout at her but still far enough away to not be all up in her personal space. She looked up at me confused for a moment and then seemed to realize that I was talking to her and just shook her head.

"Lemme guess, friends dragged you out against your will then got all bent outta shape when you didn't wanna dance with them. Am I right?" She offered me a somewhat sad little smile, glanced out at the group of girls I'd seen her watching all night and just nodded slightly. "I know the feeling, been there myself. I'm Lux." I offered her my hand and after thinking about it for a moment she reached over and shook my hand.


All about the Girls Ch. 01



"I'm Kayla."

"Nice to meet you Kayla. So tell me, how did you end up here with a group like that and not involved in the death of dancing?" She laughed a little at my mention of her friends terrible dancing and I knew I had her hooked; she hadn't so much as smiled for the last couple hours since I had noticed her. Now to reel her in.

"I caught my boyfriend cheating on me a few days ago and they decided I'd been moping around long enough. Guess maybe I had I just really don't feel up to dancing." I nodded a little, having figured that it was something along those lines and then when she looked like she couldn't believe she had just told me that, I was ready, that was normal for me.

"Hey, I'm sorry. That sucks. Men can be real pigs sometimes. I mean, who in their right mind would cheat on you? Look at you." Even in the dark of the room I saw the blush creep across her cheeks and I knew that I was in with this girl.

"Whatever. Thanks for the compliment though, I needed that tonight. Just seems like they dragged me out to cheer me up then forgot about me, ya know?"

"That's a shame. Seems like you could use some one on one time right now, not a crowded bar." She looked at me and just nodded, giving me a look like she couldn't believe I understood her so well. Was it just me or was this getting easier the more I did it? I leaned over so I could speak into her ear without shouting, putting me well inside her personal space and, as I predicted, she didn't move to pull away. "Wanna get out of this mad house? Get a coffee or something?" She tensed beside me for a moment as I slipped my arm around her waist so I leaned back to look at her, a soft, easy smile on my face, the smile that had melted many women over the years and had them agreeing to things that they wouldn't normally do. This one was no different and she thought about it for a moment, bit her lower lip and then nodded and reached for her coat on the back of the chair.

"I just need to tell my friends I'm leaving."

"Sure thing." I followed her to the dance floor and over to her friends, waited as she told them she was taking off and then grinned and slipped my arm across her shoulders as we headed for the door. I winked at James as we walked past and she just glared at me, the leggy blonde she had been after dancing between her and some guy. She had a lot to learn still, but she managed to get hers more often than not and sometimes she even left with someone before me. I stepped out into the somewhat chilly air and Kayla and I both tugged our coats on then I nodded toward my car. I opened the passenger door for her and she slid into the seat, getting settled as I walked around and hopped into the drivers' seat. "So, where to?"

She sat there and thought for a minute, her eyes on her hands in her lap and I took that moment to remind her why she had said she'd leave with me. I leaned over a little and put my hand over hers where they were clasped in her lap and kissed her neck lightly. I heard the sharp little intake of breath and felt the little shudder go through her and just smiled a little. She was so done and she didn't even know it yet, or maybe she did and didn't care, either way, this deal was sealed already. "Southern and Gilbert, I'll give you directions from there." I nodded a little, squeezed her hands and dropped another light kiss on her neck before I started up the car and got headed in the right direction.

I smiled as I followed her directions, ending where I figured we would and it wasn't a coffee house it was a small house off Gilbert behind the high school. I parked on the street and we made our way to the front door, stopping on the porch before she unlocked the door so she could look back at me. "Ummm, I have roommates and at least one is probably home so, try and keep it down." I nodded my agreement and just smiled at her wondering how long she'd be following her own 'keep it down' rule once I got started on her. We stepped inside and I followed her to the kitchen and leaned against the counter while she made coffee. It was cute that she was bothering when we both knew that wasn't why she'd brought me here, we could have gone anywhere for coffee.

"I've, uh, never done this before." I just let out a soft laugh and took the mug she was holding from her, set it on the counter and took her hand in mine. I tugged her over until she was leaned against me and kissed her before she could argue with the body contact. She started to protest and try to pull away but then decided against it and leaned in closer, deepening the kiss I had started. My left hand tangled in her dirty blond hair and my right slid down to her hip and around her waist, pulling her even closer as her arms wrapped around my shoulders. I let the kiss go on until I felt her starting to lean against me for support and then I leaned back and gave her a second to catch her breath.

"Bedroom?" She just nodded and pulled away, grabbing my hand to lead me back to her bedroom then closed the door once we were inside. I didn't bother taking in the room, I really didn't care, I only had one thing on my mind and by that point so did she. I pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor as I backed her toward her bed and she fought to get mine off as well. I finally helped her out and then tossed my tank top over by the door so it would be easier to find later on. She was a little more than halfway across the room now and I was done playing, I pulled her back in and kissed her, hard. My hands slid down under her ass and I pulled her up into my arms, her legs around my waist as I crawled into the middle of her double bed.

I pinned her under me, never losing her lips as I reached around her and made quick work of the hooks on her bra with my thumb and middle finger. I yanked the thing off and threw it, not caring where it landed and then helped her get mine off, tossing it near my shirt by the door. I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her jawline, neck and chest, pausing to run my tongue over her left nipple, making her gasp. I pulled it into my mouth and sucked on it, pulling a soft moan from her then I bit down a little and she whimpered, a smile crossing my face at the sounds I was yanking from this one. I continued working her left nipple as I let my right hand slip down over her bare stomach, tickling around her belly button and making her squirm a little bit under me. I popped the button on her jeans then worked the zipper down one handed and eased my hand inside the tight denim.

She wasn't wearing any panties, dirty girl, made my job easier and I trailed my fingers down between her legs. She was wet as hell already but I teased her a little anyway making her writhe under my hand and, I swear I heard her beg me to stop teasing her. How about that? Never one to let a girl down I only made her beg for a minute before I moved my mouth to her right nipple as I dipped two fingers inside her but only to the second knuckle. The moan she let out was punctuated by her fingers wrapping into my short hair and tugging on it. It was going to be like that was it? I twisted my head to pull my hair from her grip and then pulled my left hand from under her body and used it to work her jeans off her hips.

I kicked her shoes off, then her jeans and ran my tongue down her stomach as I lowered myself down her body. She was begging again and, I won't even lie, it was sexy as hell and I wanted to hear more of it so I stopped just as my lips hovered between her legs. She whined, actually fucking whined at me and I couldn't help but remove my fingers from her and blow a little stream of cold air over her heated core. She gasped, whimpered and squirmed a little bit, that begging starting again as I reached my left hand up and spread it against her stomach, holding her to the bed. I leaned in close and my fingers slid into her as my tongue flicked out against her clit, drawing a moan out of her that she mostly managed to stifle with her arm.

My fingers easily picked up a rhythm that was instantly met and matched by her hips as she thrust down against my upstroke. This girl knew exactly what she was doing and I was perfectly alright with that as I simply let my tongue match the rhythm we had set against her clit. I curled my fingers up a little with each stroke, massaging that sensitive spot that made her back arch up off the bed and her moans grow louder. I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked it, biting down gently here and there before returning to flicking it with my tongue and she just got louder. I finally felt her beginning to peak and I pushed her over that edge, a scream ripping itself from her lungs and past her lips as she came. So much for being quiet, then again, they rarely were with me.

She tensed around my fingers for a few seconds and then started to come down off her climax, but I wasn't about to allow that to happen. I let her slip partway into the delirium of afterglow and then started pushing her buttons again, edging her back toward the peak. The second orgasm didn't take nearly as long as the first and was a lot stronger, causing her to reach one hand up to grab her headboard as the nails of the other dog sharply into my shoulder. Battle scars, I loved it, proof that I had given her a night she wouldn't soon forget and it was it the sting of those scratches that I let her come down finally. I waited until she had relaxed and then removed my fingers from her, wiping my hand on her blanket as she pulled me up to kiss me again.

She returned the favor and I had to admit that she wasn't half bad, something that I was thankful for since screamers always turned me on and I was in desperate need of the climax. Once she passed out I slipped out of the bed, tugged on my clothes and eased her door open silently. I closed it just as silently behind me and headed back down the hall to let myself out of the house but was met by, well; I assumed they were her roommates. The three women just looked at me like they weren't sure what to make of me; or what they had heard coming from their roommates' bedroom. "Hey, you're that chick from the bar." I raised an eyebrow as I recognized one of the friends she had told she was leaving with me and just nodded. "Getting coffee my ass. Oh well, at least she stopped moping." I grinned a little as they all laughed and then made my exit, not in the mood to get to know anyone and just wanting to go home and get some sleep.

I hopped into my car and headed toward the house I shared with Angel, James and Rascal out in the middle of nowhere we called San Tan Valley. I pulled into the driveway, locked my car and made my way into the house, my three roommates sitting in the living room, the TV playing some lesbian movie but appearing ignored. "Well hey there playa." I grinned a little at Angel's comment as I tugged Rascal up out of my favorite chair, flopped into it and then pulled her back into my lap. She snuggled right in, perfectly content sitting on me since she did it so much and I wrapped an arm around her waist.

"So, how was she?" Rascal, right to the point like always.

"Fine. Screamer."

"Oh we know how much you like those. You get yours too or need some friendly help?" I just laughed at the girl in my lap and ruffled her hair as I shook my head.

"Well, she managed to give me something before she passed out. But you know Ras, if you want in my bed again, just say so." I winked at her and she rolled her eyes at me and gave me a rough nudge with her shoulder.

"Whatever."

"And by 'whatever' she means that of course she does." I laughed as Rascal threw a bottle cap she had in her hand at James for her comment and then leaned in and nuzzled Rascal's neck.

"Stop that." She swatted at me playfully and I grinned at her, knowing that either one of us could say the word and the other would be undressed in a second. Rascal and I had shared that kind of friendship since the tenth grade and it had always just seemed natural to us. She wasn't the player that James and I were both known to be, she just didn't have it in her. So when she wasn't dating, she would come to me to help ease her tension when it got to be too much. I wasn't about to complain though, she was cute as hell and damn good in bed, always amazed me that girls left her so quickly. Best I could figure was that they just weren't smart enough to keep up with her and she started getting bored with them.

"Why would I do that?"

"Didn't you say you just fucking got laid?"

"And? Like anyone holds up to you in that department, come on Ras." I ran my tongue up her ear, knowing what that did to her and she shivered a little and smacked my arm.

"Damn you. Fine, but you're showering and brushing your damn teeth first. I draw the line at tasting some other ho on you." I laughed a little as she slid off my lap, pushed out of the chair after her and we both waved goodnight to Angel and James who just grinned and shook their heads at us.

"Why don't you just shower with me, then you can be sure I'm clean." I purred the words into her ear as I pulled her back against my chest on our way down the short hallway off the living room to my bathroom. I had the only bedroom and bathroom downstairs in the four bedroom, four bath house since I was the most likely to stumble in at all hours half asleep or falling down drunk. We had barely gotten the bathroom door closed before clothes started coming off and the shower was started. Rascal loved shower sex and I was more than willing to oblige the sexy little brunette whenever I could, not that I was about to examine that thought very closely.



All about the Girls Ch. 02



Find Chapter 1 Here - www.literotica.com/s/all-about-the-girls-ch-01

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Saturday, February 11th, 2012 - San Tan Valley, Arizona

I woke up Saturday morning and had a moment of panic when I felt my arm around another body, terrified I had let myself fall asleep at some girls' house and would have to deal with the awkward morning after bullshit I avoided at all costs. I took a deep, shaky breath and the scent that hit me calmed me instantly, I would know that combination of coconut and brown sugar anywhere and I allowed myself to relax and pull Rascal closer. I once again avoided examining why I let things like this happen with her and no one else, not wanting to deal with the reality of what it might mean and just buried my face into the back of her neck. We were both completely naked, her back pressed against my chest, my arm around her waist and our legs tangled together.

There was a pounding on my door that made me grumble and make a face into the back of Rascals' neck moments before James threw my bedroom door open. "Hey, wake up jackass. If we're late for work Mr. Kane is gonna fucking kill us." I growled at the mention of my boss, hating the man more and more every day James and I had to work for him, more so today since we were being forced to work Saturdays for the next month. "Jesus... Angel!"

"What?"

"Can you please go unwind your best friend from around Rascal and make her get dressed?"

"Sure thing. Go finish breakfast. Lux. Come on, seriously. Get up." Angel picked up a throw pillow off the couch and lobbed it at my head, hitting Rascal and I both and while I just grumbled she yelped a little and threw it back.

"Not cool morning bitch." Angel just laughed at Rascal as I rolled over, neither of us giving a damn that we were completely nude, our friends had seen it all by this point. "Whatever, we're getting up okay? Go away." Angel nodded and removed herself from my doorway, leaving the door open since she knew we would be up and moving in a couple minutes now that Rascal had been awakened, she was the tough one to wake up after all. "Morning." She grinned down at me before she leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips and I just smiled back, returned the kiss and then stretched.

"Morning gorgeous. Better get moving before James murders me."

"Yeah, that would suck. Come on." We crawled out of my bed and she collected her clothes from my bathroom with a yawn then made her way up to her bedroom. I shuffled to my closet and rummaged around in it, tugged on a pair of black slacks and a baby blue button down shirt. I rolled the sleeves up just below my elbows, tucked it in and slipped a black belt through the loops before digging out a clean pair of black socks and pulling on my work boots, freshly shined after work the day before. I yawned and made my way toward the bathroom, brushed my teeth and did my best to tame my hair, always a feat after a night with Rascal. I laughed a little to myself and, hair mostly tamed, headed into the kitchen and purposefully bumped James.

"You owe me fifty bucks shithead." James grumbled and threw two twenties and a ten at me then took her coffee and a bagel to the dining table, I just chuckled a little. I scooped up the money off the floor, doctored up a mug of coffee and dropped some eggs and bacon onto a small plate. I wasn't a huge breakfast fan but it was needed if my stomach was going to handle this coffee and I needed the coffee if I planned on dealing with work. God how I hated working on Saturdays, but when the boss put his foot down we all jumped to do as he said or risk his wrath. James and I worked as networking techs and apparently the university was having some computer lab issues that needed addressed while students weren't attempting to use the lab for classes.

We finished off our breakfast and then headed out for work, taking separate cars as usual since we had always worked different tickets at different paces. The work day was slow and boring as all Saturdays were when we were forced to work rather than be out with our friends. We would make up for it that night though when we hit the club together, a second chance at conquest for poor James. I grinned as I finished my work for the day, waved my goodbye to my friend across the room and made my out to my car, ready to go home and get ready for a night out. James would be at least another hour, working more slowly and diligently then I normally did, not that my work was bad or sub-par, just that I managed it faster.

I put my car in park just as Angels' car pulled in beside me and I waved at my best friend as we both exited our vehicles and headed toward the front door together. "How was work?"

"About as good as work can really be on a Saturday."

"I hear ya. What's the plan for tonight?"

"No clue yet girlie, I need to call everyone and see what's up. Court will probably only hang out for a couple hours, you know her and her need to be at church on Sunday mornings." I chuckled and Angel just nodded in agreement, that was something that we could always count on for Saturday nights, Court leaving by midnight so she could get plenty of sleep before Sunday morning services. "Why don't you call Court and I'll give Zara a ring... Where's Ras?"

"Sure thing. Rascal met someone at lunch today, they kinda hit it off and she might not go out with us tonight."

"Oh, alright." Angel tossed a knowing look in my direction that made me squirm a little, I hated that she could read me, it was irritating. "What?"

"What?"

"That look, what's it for?"

"You know exactly what it's for. Little upset Rascal won't be out with us tonight? Little jealous she met someone?"

"Pfft, whatever. I just know how fast she can get attached to new people and I hate having to watch her fall apart when they leave." That look was thrown my way again and I just rolled my eyes and turned away from her, not wanting to deal with my best friends analyzing of my reactions right now.

"If you say so. I'll go call Court, back in a bit." She left the room, giving me the privacy I needed for the moment and I took a deep breath and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I flipped through my contacts to Zara and called her, popping in my Bluetooth while it rang and waiting for her to pick up.

"Hey Lux, sup?"

"Hey brat, you and Dani coming out with us tonight?"

"Of course! Just text me so I know where we're meeting and we'll be there!"

"Awesome, see ya later."

"Bye." I hung up with Zara and stared at my phone for a minute, nibbling at my lower lip and trying to decide if I should make the call my brain was considering. I finally gave in and tapped the call button beside the name then took a deep breath and waited for an answer. That answer never came but the message clicked on and I grinned a little at it as it played through my Bluetooth. 'You just missed Rascal bitches. Leave a message and if I don't hate you, I'll hit you back. Later!' I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at her outgoing message and then decided to just leave a damn message for her as it beeped telling me to start speaking.

"Hey Ras, it's Lux. Just checking in to see if you wanted to go out with us tonight. Text me if you're in. Later gator." I ended the call and tossed my Bluetooth on the counter just as Angel cleared her throat behind me, snagging my attention. I turned around to face my best friend, one of her eyebrows raised at me and a little smirk on her face. "What now?"

"Just couldn't resist could you?"

"Dunno what you're talking about."

"Mmhmm, okay girl, I'll let you have your delusion. So Zara and Dani coming?" I was glad for the change of subject and let the one we'd been on drop without another thought as I nodded in response to her question. I decided that it wasn't too early to start getting ready and vacated the kitchen, heading to my room to pick out my clothes for the night. Outfit sorted, I locked myself in the bathroom and took my time getting cleaned up, not really interested in having Angel pick me apart any further. Once I was clean, I took my sweet time getting dressed and making myself presentable and then popped into my bedroom. Even though I knew it made me a little sad, I decided to check my phone and see if I had heard from Rascal. No such luck and I didn't give myself a chance to overthink why that actually bothered me; instead I just pulled on my shoes and headed out into the living room.

I'd heard James come home while I was in the shower and then heard Zara and Dani show up while I was getting dressed. Even knowing that more of my group of friends was in the house, I took my time walking down the very short hallway. I stepped out and grinned at the small group gathered on the furniture as they all turned to wave at me, smiles on all their faces. "Hey guys. Everyone ready to go?" A chorus of 'yes' went up from the small group and we all grabbed keys and coats and headed out, standing in the driveway for a few minutes to decide who would be the designated driver for the night. It came down to myself or James and we played a short,3 round set of rock-paper-scissors to decide. I lost, damn. I've always hated being the designated driver since I prefer to have a few drinks in me before I play my games, besides, hard to run home with someone when I had a bunch of drunks to chauffer around.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was so not what I needed right now, I needed to be shit-faced and not thinking about a certain adorable brunette. I managed to keep my mind from wandering too bad as I drove Dani's Suburban, not really wanting to wreck the thing and risk her wrath. We decided on a place and I pointed the loaded vehicle in the right direction, letting the chatter in the backseats drift over me and distract me while I drove. I pulled in and focused on parking once we arrived and we all piled out of the vehicle but I found that I needed a cigarette before we went inside. "Go grab a table guys. I'll catch up with you in a few." James and Angel shot each other a look, Angel rolled her eyes, James shrugged and then they headed inside to save a table.

I spent three or four minutes staring at the traffic going by on the street, the pack of Camels in my hands, twirling between my fingers. I finally pulled one out of the pack, brought it to my lips and then started checking my pockets for my constantly missing lighter. After patting a few spots I finally located it in the small pocket on the right side of my jeans, dug it out and flicked it a few times until it stayed lit. I held it to the tip of the cigarette, inhaled until it glowed red and then put the lighter in the pack this time and tucked that back into my pocket. I leaned back against the SUV, my right foot propped against the front driver's side tire, cigarette in my right hand, left hand in my pocket. I let my vision blur for the time it took me to smoke the cigarette, staring out into the street but not really seeing anything going on.

I finished the first Camel, took a deep breath of fresh air, then decided, why the hell not and fished another out of the pack, lit it and shoved everything back where it had been before. I took my time smoking the second cigarette, flicked the butt into the parking lot then decided I had a few seconds to be sad again and checked my phone. No messages, no missed calls. Awesome. I huffed and then pushed away from the vehicle behind me to head into the building where the rest of my friends were waiting for me. I stepped into the building, gave my eyes a minute to adjust to the flickering of the lights inside and then scanned the tables for the group. I had to grin as I spotted them, already holding drinks, an extra sitting on the table in front of an open seat, someone had ordered my usual designated driver night water with lime for me.

I just chuckled and made my way toward my friend, gave Angel's hair a little tug and smacked Court on her cute little ass which made her yelp and turn at least five shades of red. That made everyone burst into a round of laughter, except Court who seemed to be contemplating actually hiding under the table. It was so damn easy to push her buttons sometimes that it almost wasn't fun, almost, but it still managed to entertain me so I kept doing it. I watched the now tomato colored Court shrink into herself a little bit and felt bad for a minute, long enough to reach over and wrap an arm around her shoulders. "You know I'm just raggin' on ya Court. Right?" She gave me a small nod and a little smile, the blush staying firmly in place on her cheeks which made her look about fourteen years old for a moment.

"Good... So, now, James, my good friend, what do we have our eye on tonight?" I finally picked up my glass and took a drink as I looked across the table at James who simply quirked a sly little smirk at me. I raised an eyebrow in question, wondering what on earth she had up her sleeve this time, hoping she had better taste than the night before since she'd obviously left alone. I caught myself shifting a little to scan the room through my peripheral vision, seeing what James had to choose from. It was a decent crowd in the place and there were numerous lovely ladies to choose from, though James could go either way with this night. I glanced back to her across the table and saw her shoot a quick point toward the wall just opposite us.

I followed that direction and smirked right along with her as I saw what she had her eye on for the night. Much better choice than the night before, I had to admit but right up her alley in so many ways, I approved. "Go for it girl." She nodded a little, slid from her seat and slipped from behind the table and across the room toward the girl. I actually made my way around the table and took her seat against the wall to watch her do her thing, rather aware that her success rate tonight should be better. I hopped into the seat, leaned it back so it was balanced on the two back legs and let the upper back rail meet the wall lightly. I gave the crowd another once over as Angel eyed me purposefully and raised one eyebrow in my direction, her head tilted slightly to the left.

"What?"

"You gonna get your ass out there and play a little?"

"Nah."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Not tonight."

"Why?" This question actually came from Court and threw me a little and I just looked between the two of them and then glanced at Zara and Dani, both of them looking at me like I had grown two heads.

"What do you mean?" I returned my gaze to Court, dismissing the looks the other three had started shooting my general direction.

"You know exactly what I mean Lux. This is what you do, we go out Friday and Saturday nights, you pick up some poor, unsuspecting and more than likely straight girl, take her home, presumably rock her world and then leave before she wakes up. Sound about right?" There was a bit of a tight undercurrent to her voice, a bite that I wasn't used to hearing from any of my friends, least of all Courtney.

"Court... It's not really like..."

"Sure it's not. Of course, because, as far as you're concerned, as long as they get off, you've done your job and they must be happy and it doesn't matter if they wake up alone, confused and even a little crushed because that isn't your problem, is it? No, it's not since you don't give a damn about anyone but yourself and your own feelings." I gaped at her after she cut me off mid-sentence; not knowing where on earth this sudden hostility I was hearing in her voice was coming from. I didn't get the chance to ask her what her issue was since the moment I attempted to open my mouth she rolled her eyes at me, slammed her glass down on the table, shoved her chair back with a scrape on the wood floor and practically bolted from the room.

I sat there in stunned silence, staring at the space that my friend had occupied only moments earlier and tried to process what the hell had just happened. I had no idea what the outburst had been about and while I admit I had expected it in some way, not from Courtney. Angel or Zara or Dani sure, maybe even James but not her, not Court. I'd never talked her into going to bed with me, never done to her the things I had done to the others. I couldn't understand what I could have possibly done that had made her so damn hostile and when I finally looked around the table, the looks I got from Angel, Zara and Dani told me they were as stumped as I was. This was crazy but I knew I needed to give Court a chance to cool off and then I would make an attempt to talk to her about it.

"Do any of you know what the hell that was all about?" I already had the feeling that they didn't given the looks that they had been wearing but I wanted to ask anyway. I glanced around the table as they all shook their heads and then just exhaled loudly and ran my hand through my hair. I finished what was left of the water in my glass and then stared into the little bit of ice I had left, trying to get a grip on the situation.

"Hey. I just saw Court take off. She looked kinda miffed. Everything okay over here?" I looked up when I heard the familiar tone of James' voice and just shook my head a little bit at her question.

"Wish we knew dude."

"Yeah, she just blew the hell up at Lux and then stormed out." The total confusion in Zara's voice was apparent and James just raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

"Seriously? What did she blow up about? I mean, what did she say?" Zara, Dani and Angel began replaying the speech and the moments that happened just before and after it to James. I just tuned them out, I really didn't want to hear it again, once was one time too many for the night. I glanced up when things went silent at the table around me and saw James standing there, eyes wide and looking right at me. I watched and realized that the look on James' face only had shock in it, not the confusion that our other friends displayed about the matter.

"James. What? What do you know?" She let the expression fall away and then just shook her head at me as she looked away, apparently not wanting to tell me. "James!"

"I don't know for sure, Lux. It's only suspicion and I don't think it's my place to say anything."

"James, seriously, I need to know what the hell is going on! Just tell me."

"I can't Lux, talk to Court about it." That really didn't sound good and it made me want to avoid Courtney rather than go ask her what was going on. I did want to know why she was so irate with me though and that left me with no choice about the conversation since James wasn't being even remotely helpful. I let out a ragged sigh and shook my head as James shot me a shrug and then moved over to the bar, grabbed two drinks and moved back to the girl she'd been hitting on before. I reached up and used the thumb and middle finger of my left hand to rub my temples, the glass still held in my left hand. I spent the rest of the night completely zoned out and trying to figure out what was happening with my normally shy and quiet friend.

I jumped a little when I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked over at Angel who was standing on my left looking down at me. "Hey, we're ready to head home. You ready?" I nodded and slid from my chair, the replacement water with lime that Zara had ordered for me earlier still sitting full in front of the chair I had been in at the table. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and shuffled toward the door with my friends, only noticing when we reached the SUV that James was nowhere to be found. Guess she'd managed to leave with that girl she'd been flirting with but even that couldn't distract me enough for a smile. We all climbed into the vehicle and I pulled my concentration together enough to actually be the designated driver I promised I'd be and headed toward home.

We all unloaded at the house, Zara and Dani would either spend the night on our futon or one would drink enough coffee to get them safely home. I hadn't paid any attention to how much either of them had downed at the bar and so I didn't know which option it would be tonight. When Angel vanished into her bedroom then returned with some extra sweats and tees I figured they were staying. That was perfectly fine with me, they normally stayed at least two or three nights a month, we just expected it when they drank too much. I left the three of them to chat after Zara and Dani changed and wandered back toward the front of the house.




All about the Girls Ch. 02



I stopped on my way to sprinkle some food into our sixty gallon fish tank, trying to convince myself that I wasn't doing what I very well knew I was doing. I looked at the bookshelves for a minute as if scanning it for a book to read and then gave up and went through the laundry room and pulled open the door that led to the garage. It was empty, though I had honestly expected as much and I let the door close as I attempted to ignore the heaviness that settled in the pit of my stomach. I moved back through the house, hands in my pockets and staring at my shoes, pointedly not looking at my three friends as I headed toward my room. I shut the door, locked it and sat down on my bed, eyes still down, elbows on my knees, hands hanging limply in front of my knees. 

I glanced over at my clock and was shocked that it was just barely one in the morning; we must have left the bar at just after midnight to have made it home so early. I stayed there, sitting on the edge of my bed and staring blankly at the wall for a while, letting time slip by and not really paying attention to it. I finally got up, kicked off my shoes and flipped off my light then sprawled out on my bed, fully clothed and let my eyes close after a last glimpse at the clock that let me know it was about to be four in the morning. It took a bit but I finally drifted off into a fitful and restless sleep that was plagued by nightmares I hadn't dealt with since I was around nine.

I woke up with a start to someone banging on my door, peeked one eye open toward the blinds to confirm that the sun was at least up and then glanced at the clock. It was just after eight and I had barely been asleep for four hours which so wasn't enough to leave me in a good mood. The banging came again and I growled a little at the offending noise which was giving me a headache so damn early in the morning. I heaved myself into a sitting position on my now tangled blankets and sheets and realized I must have tossed and turned a lot throughout the night to have destroyed it so thoroughly. I leaned over, flipped the lock on my doorknob and then pulled it open and got a look at James through the one eye that was actually completely open.

"What?"

"Get up."

"No. Go away."

"Lux, seriously, stop being all gruff and get your ass out of bed."

"Why? Why do I need to get up right now? Seriously James, I didn't get to sleep until after four and I'm exhausted dude."

"Should have known you'd pick someone up last night. Angel said you didn't, you just brought them home but they fell asleep around one thirty, I told her you probably went back out and met someone. You dog." I didn't bother correcting her assumptions, not wanting to get into what had managed to keep me up until such an unreasonable hour if not wild sex with a total stranger. She grinned as she reached over and gave me a little shove on the front of my shoulder that, had I been standing, might have actually toppled me. "Well, whatever, that's your own damn fault. Right now, I just got off the phone with Cara, she wants me to come over for the day and bring you and Angel." Cara was James' rather adorable cousin who I had never bothered to tell her I hooked up with in our sophomore year of college. She wasn't gay, at least, not once we finished school, you know those girls, the 'gay until graduation' crowd, she was one of those. I chuckled a little and just nodded to let her know I was agreeing to the ordeal and then pushed up off my bed to get ready.

It took me all of thirty minutes to be showered, dressed, have my hair styled and be out in the living room waiting on Angel with James. Being who she was, it always took her at least twice as long as the two of us to get ready, but we were used to it after so many years. She finally joined us and we all headed out and piled into James' car without any discussion about it. I let Angel have shotgun, needing some time in my own head and knowing that the drive would be perfect. As I expected, she and James fell into a conversation that was punctuated by the top forty hits coming through the speakers around us. Thoughts spun around in my brain and while nothing settled in for long I did spend quite a bit of that time wondering what was going on with Court. I decided that I needed to let it go until I could actually talk to her by the time we pulled up to Cara's house.

We exited the car and made our way up to the front door, James and Angel joking and poking each other the whole way. They had always behaved a bit like sisters with each other and normally watching them would make me laugh but today I just didn't have it in me. I was a prisoner to my own thoughts and it really sucked if I was being honest about it all, not that I was being very honest about much these days, even with myself. Definitely not with myself. I heaved out a sigh and hurried to catch up to my friends as James rang the doorbell and worked to get my expression under control. I was right behind them with what I hoped was an acceptably believable fake smile on my face when Cara opened the door.

She welcomed us and then I somehow managed to make it through five hours at her house without anyone realizing that I didn't really want to be there. We finally caught a break when James said we needed to get going because we had things to finish before the work week started again the next day. We slipped back into our seats in the car and turned toward home, the conversation starting up in the front seat again as I drifted back into my head. I was so distracted that Angel had to open the door and shake me a little to get my attention when we pulled into the driveway and parked. I snapped back to the moment and gave her a slightly embarrassed smile before exiting the car and going about my usual Sunday night routine on auto-pilot.



All about the Girls Ch. 03



Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 links are in my profile.

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Chapter 3

Friday, February 17th, 2012 - Mesa, Arizona

The week had been a total blur that I could scarcely remember, I just knew I had worked a lot and tried to be social so my friends wouldn't worry too much. So far they had only seemed to give me the most subtle and fleeting of worried or confused glances but hadn't said anything. I was thankful for that and just hoped I could keep it up through the night since we were, once again, out for a night on the town. This was fairly normal for one of our weekends but I just wasn't feeling it for more than one reason. The first was that Court had refused to speak to me all week, she was really pissed at me for reasons that I didn't understand and it was starting to depress me a bit. I wasn't used to having one of my friends so angry with me and definitely not her; she was always the sweet one, the one that was there when someone else treated one of us this way.

It was worrying and confusing me and just to add a little insult to that specific injury, I hadn't seen Rascal in all that time either. She'd come home, sure, Angel and James had seen her, but she had been either in and out while I was at work or already asleep by the time I got in. I just kept missing her and that was making me feel awkward and out of sorts, but I still didn't want to examine that too closely. I was scared of what it might mean, so I let it go and refused to think about it too much which was somehow harder when she wasn't around distracting me from thinking about it. I was in a funk and it was starting to show, something that hadn't happened to me in a long time and felt weird.

I sat at the table my friends had claimed in the corner and stared at my glass as James looked over my shoulder out into the room from her place against the wall on the other side of the table. Zara and Dani were attached at the lips tonight and Angel was chatting excitedly with James about something as she continued to scan the room. She was on the hunt again and I would normally give the crowd a glance and try to guess what she'd go for but I just didn't really care tonight. Angel had been named designated driver and I would usually be a couple drinks in and taking in the crowd with James. Tonight all I wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed, be alone and just let myself fall asleep. "Hey, you okay girl? You seem kinda off." Angel's voice jarred me out of my somewhat pleasant thoughts of my pillows and I looked up at her, taking a few seconds to process her words.

"Huh? Oh, um, yeah, I'm okay. Think I may be coming down with something. Long work hours this week and they wore me out. You know how not sleeping makes me sick." Sounded legitimate to me and even though her eyes told me she didn't buy it she nodded all the same and allowed me to hold tight to my denial. I appreciated her for that just then, needing that little bit of denial to keep myself sane. I figured it would come crashing down around my feet eventually, but eventually was not tonight. I finally talked myself into actually drinking what was in my glass and then told the girls I needed to step outside for a bit. They probably figured that I needed a cigarette and let me go without too much noise and I crossed the room, barely paying attention to the people present. I stepped outside, considered actually having a cigarette and then changed my mind, left the pack in its place in my pocket and started walking down the street.

I wasn't sure where I was headed, home was at least an hour drive away and it was nine thirty at night, I wouldn't be walking home. I sighed into the chilled nighttime desert air, seeing my breath for a moment and then pulled my jacket tighter around me. Might be hotter than the seventh circle of hell here in the summer midday, but after dark in February can be brutal and damn near freezing. I shivered slightly despite my jacket and just kept walking, almost not caring where I ended up as long as I was moving. A few people bumped into me as they entered and exited the busy clubs and bars but I barely noticed. I kept my head down, eyes on my shoes, hands shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket and just walked.

I don't know how long I walked before I decided that cigarette actually sounded good after all but when I stopped to pull one out and looked up I shook my head at where I was. Somehow I had managed to wander to the corner of Priest and University, if I just walked a couple blocks down the road; I would be at Courtney's place. It took me all of ten seconds to decide that I had landed on that corner for a reason and I made the turn and kept walking, forgetting the cigarette. I paused at the corner of the street I needed, able to see Court's house three down the block and I sighed a little before urging myself forward. I'd come this far, no reason to stop now, not when I needed some answers. I walked up to the house, onto the porch and rang the doorbell then waited to see if anyone would answer. There had been lights on inside so I had figured someone was up and ringing would be okay.

A few moments later, footfall let me know someone was approaching and I steadied myself as the door swung open. I admit that I'd only ever been to her house three times and had never gone inside, or even up to the door, she always met us on the sidewalk. That said, the sight that greeted me when that door opened stunned me slightly and I couldn't help but stare in shock at the man that had answered. He was big, at least six foot three by my estimation and well over two hundred and fifty pounds. He sported close cropped, dark brown hair that was graying just slightly at the temples, Courtney's dazzling Hazel eyes and a very stern expression. I placed him in his fifties somewhere and decided that this must be her father, weird since I don't think any of us had ever met the man.

"Can I help you?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm... Uh, here to see Courtney. Is she home?" He seemed to consider me for a moment, giving me a once over as if trying to figure out what I would be asking for her for.

"Just a minute." He finally replied and then moved away, shutting the door most of the way as he walked back into the house. After a few moments I heard another set of lighter footfalls and figured it must be Courtney coming to the door.

"What do you want?" Her sharp tone as well as the words slapped me right in the face the moment she had the door open. She stood there, anger written on her face, arms crossed over her chest and I knew she didn't want to talk to me, but I had to try.

"Court, can we talk?"

"Why?"

"Because I need to talk to you, about last week."

"That's tough, Lux because I really don't want to talk to you. Not right now, maybe not for a while." I felt completely crushed and I didn't know what to do to fix whatever had made her so angry with me, because I didn't even know what I'd really done.

"Court, please, just give me a few minutes. Please?" She seemed to consider this for a moment and for a split second I thought she was going to tell me to get lost, but then she sighed and grabbed her jacket from behind the door. She shut the door behind her as she slipped into the jacket and then nodded to the swing on the porch across the street.

"No one lives there right now, we can sit there for a few." I nodded and followed her lead across the street then settled onto the swing with her on my right. I gripped the edge of the swing harder than I really needed to and felt my fingers start to numb a bit. "You wanted to talk, so talk." I took a deep breath and then looked over at her and tried to decide what to do, knowing if I just out and asked what I'd done she'd just get irritated that I didn't know since I obviously should.

"Look Court, obviously my behavior has upset you. If you could just tell me why that is, maybe we can find a way to work this out. I miss you, so does the rest of the group." I watched her ponder this for a moment and then she huffed a little and turned in the swing so she was facing me, legs pulled up and crossed.

"It's just everything all at once Lux. I know you've been doing this for years but, I guess I just figured you'd grow out of it eventually. I thought you'd grow up, get a grip, get your life together and actually be with one person." I had a moment of panic when she said that, holding my eyes as she spoke and hoped that she hadn't decided to make me a project for domestication or something. I let out a barely audible sigh when she shook her head and looked away from me out over the yard and then spoke again. "It's just hard watching you do this week after week and knowing that there's no remorse. There's no understanding it seems for what you might be doing to these girls, what kind of mess you're leaving them." She looked back to me once she stopped speaking and I thought I was finally beginning to understand.

"Court..."

"I'm not done, Lux. It was always bad enough when it was just you. I mean, we got a few laughs out of it here and there and some of your stories were amazing. We all thought you were something else when we were younger, in high school this was cool, you were cool. Now it's just sad and lonely and, well, now you have James doing it too the last few years. She has the charm to pull it off, sure, but didn't you even stop to think that you might be ruining her for some perfect girl? That there's someone out there just right for her and now you've ruined that, ruined her..." Of course I hadn't thought about that, my mind just didn't work that way, in the realm of relationships and girlfriends and forever and all that bull.

"No, Court, I hadn't considered that. I wouldn't have though would I? I mean, have I ever considered relationships? Connections? Any of that?"

"I don't know, I guess not."

"I respect exactly one relationship. Zara and Dani's, because they're my friends, but I've even slept with both of them! I know this lifestyle I've allowed myself to make a habit of is a little destructive but, it's me, it's all I know. As for James, well... She wanted this, she asked me to help her. Something tells me she probably would have figured it out on her own eventually, she barely needed my help honestly." I saw Courtney's eyes mist over and watched her cheeks flush a little and suddenly realized what might be happening. "Court... Do you like James?" I asked the question softly, staring right at her as the words left my mouth and still watching as she looked down at her hands folded in her lap and nodded ever so slightly. No wonder she had bitten my head off, it didn't have anything to do with me and my lifestyle, it had to do with the fact that I brought James into it.

"No wonder you bit my head off. Look, do you want me to talk to James?"

"No, Lux, please don't, it'll just embarrass me."

"Well, now that we have that shit resolved, will you start hanging out with us again?"

"It's not resolved, Lux, not at all. That was half of it, sure but, not everything." There was more than one reason she exploded on me that night last week? Wonderful, this was just not getting any better and after that bombshell, I didn't know what the hell to expect.

"Well, what's the rest, if I know, I can fix it." She just shook her head and looked at me like I was clueless, which, just then, I really honestly was.

"I can't tell you. I wish I could, okay, it would make all of this so much easier but, I just can't."

"Why?"

"Because while I'm the one that reacted and took offense about it, it isn't my issue to discuss, Lux."

"Then tell me who and I'll go discuss it." She shook her head again and I started to think that this conversation was now a dead end so I dropped that fork and went for another. "Okay, well then what do I need to do for you to come back to the group? Everyone misses you."

"Quit sleeping around... Or stop showing up." Wow, that was some pretty heavy baggage to lay on me there and I just gaped at her for a few seconds.

"Wow. Damn, okay... Well, starting tomorrow night I won't be there then. I'll go elsewhere." She shook her head a little almost as if to tell me that, even though it had been offered as an option, I had made the wrong choice somehow. I felt irritation beginning to spark deep inside myself, not sure what was expected of me here. I had been in this current state of being, doing what I was doing, for years, since I was fourteen. I figured that after fourteen years, my friends should be well used to my escapades and asking me to change because it was suddenly awkward for them was just ridiculous. "Whatever, look Court, I'm trying to fix this shit okay? I just don't know what the fuck you expect from me!" I was slipping from irritated to pissed off as she sat there and looked at me like I was some kind of monster.

"I would hope that you would expect a little better from, and for, yourself Lux."

"Fuck! Court, seriously! Look, I get that your church centered mind might find the things I do damnable but I'm not you Courtney! This is who I am and I'm sorry if that's suddenly not good enough for you, okay? I can't deal with this shit right now." Court looked a little stunned at the fact that I had actually shouted at her and seemed to be having some trouble forming words so I took the opportunity to get away. I turned and walked away from her, leaving her sitting there in silent shock over what was probably only the second or third such outburst she'd ever heard out of me. I needed some distance between us and I needed it fast, not to mention that I suddenly had the urge to go home with someone and work off some of this irritation.

I worked my way back toward my starting point but didn't bother going back to the bar I had started at. I could still manage to salvage something from this night but I was intent on doing it without the company of my friends. I wondered for a minute how many of them agreed with Courtney about my behavior but then shrugged it off. I couldn't go down that road, not tonight, not without them all present to defend themselves so it could wait until later. I ducked into the first place that looked promising, hit the bar and had a drink in hand in a matter of a few minutes. I slammed the first and ordered a second, picking that up and heading out onto the floor to do some hunting. It only took me a few seconds to find what I was looking for and I grinned a little as I worked my way through the crowd toward her.

I had decided to make my life a little easier tonight and had ducked into a predominantly queer bar for this hookup. I approached a small group of girls gathered near the pool tables, four of them total all chatting and laughing. They looked barely legal to be in the bar, I placed the oldest at about twenty-two, a whole six years younger than me, I could definitely live with that. I stepped up to the pool table they were occupying just as they split up to play a two team game. I would have honestly gone for any one of them but one in particular caught my eye once they were under the brighter lights of the pool table. She was shorter than me, maybe five foot three, slim but toned if the bare section of her stomach she was showing off was any indication. She had red hair, the natural kind, not the bottle type and looked to have green eyes. I waited for her to finish her shot, knowing there would be three more before she was up again and then stepped up beside her and leaned against the empty table she was propped against next to her.

She looked at me a little shocked but then grinned when I shifted my gaze over onto her and I had to reassess her age. She probably shouldn't even be in this place, fake IDs will get you everywhere these days and I now put her at the literal barely legal mark, eighteen, maybe nineteen at best. Oh well, I wasn't about to back out now, not when she was looking at me like that, it was on. "Hi." She spoke first and I flashed a little half smile at her before giving her a little nod in return to her greeting. "I'm Sara." Sara, easy to remember, not that I cared, I never bothered with names, too many chances to make mistakes and use the wrong one.

"Hi Sara, I'm Lux." I reached over for her hand and she gave it to me, blushing when her skin met mine and I let the half smile on my face slip into a full smile that made her own smile falter just slightly and forced her to take a sharp breath in. Yeah, I'd been told my smiled had that effect on people, other women more than anyone else and I used it as a weapon. "So, any plans after you leave here Sara?" She just shook her head, still holding onto my hand and I didn't bother letting go but instead I used the hand to tug her closer and put my lips right against her ear. "Want to get out of here?" She let out the faintest of whimpers that; had her own lips not been right against my ear as well, I might have missed and I smirked as she nodded against my cheek.

"Guys I... I'll see you at home, okay?" She offered the words over her shoulder to her friends without actually looking at them and grabbed her jacket. She tugged it on and then I dropped my arm across her shoulders and we left the bar together and hailed a cab. She gave the driver the address and by the time he pulled away from the curb I had her practically in my lap, our lips connected hard and deep. We didn't come up for air until the cab stopped in front of the Marriot downtown and I tossed some money at the driver as we exited. We rushed into the building and then waited impatiently for the elevator which probably didn't take nearly as long as it felt like it did.

Once it arrived we stepped in, she hit the button for the top floor and the car began to move but I was so done waiting. I had been off my game for almost a week and I was feeling a little pent up and needed to fix that, pronto. I reached over and hit the emergency stop, bringing the elevator car to a halt between floor two and three and then turned back to Sara. She looked a little shocked for a moment and glanced to the emergency stop and then back to me a couple times. I decided I wasn't going to try and explain and instead I just yanked her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. That seemed to explain it for me and by the time I had her backed against the side of the box she was back in the game. I made quick work of her bra, dropping it on her shirt and then pressed my right thigh between hers. She was in a skirt despite the weather and the rough denim of my jeans made contact between her legs, ripping a gasp from her.

That was what I'd needed to hear, the sound my ears had missed so much the last few days and it flipped me into overdrive. My head dipped down so I could nip at her neck and she let out a soft moan in response to my efforts. I continued down and the sound she made when my tongue met her exposed and already erect nipple was like music to my ears. I grinned against her flesh a little and let my hand work its way up under her skirt then felt myself exhale sharply when I realized why she had reacted like she had to the contact of my leg between hers. She was naked under her skirt, not wearing underwear and I marveled at how I managed to find these girls. My fingers edged along her lips, picking up moisture as they moved, she was already wet but then, so was I.

I took a minute to tease her before my fingers slipped between her lips and found her clit and the motion she had only just begun with her hands, heading south on my body, halted for a moment as her head fell back against the side of the elevator box. Her eyes fluttered closed and I used the moment to switch to her other nipple with my mouth as I started slow circles over her clit. She shivered against me, regained her ability to control her hands and started easing them down my body again. Her breath started to sound just a bit ragged as she reached the button on my jeans and worked it open then pulled down my zipper. Her hand found its way between our bodies despite my arm being in the way and her fingers slipped under the elastic of my black boy shorts.




All about the Girls Ch. 03



The tip of her middle finger found it's mark seconds later and in a matter of a few flicks halted everything that my hand was doing up her skirt. Shit this girl knew what she was doing but I recovered enough to return to my rhythm and she just found her own against my already overly sensitive nub. I moved to press two fingers into her, knowing that she was more than wet enough to take them both deep and fast. She leaned her head against the side of my neck and let out another moan, panting against my skin, her breath hot and coming quickly. Her free hand tangled into my hair and her right leg came up to my hip, wrapping part way around my waist. I picked up a rhythm that had me pushing hard and fast into her over and over again, the pad of my thumb keeping pace against her clit.

She pushed her hand deeper into my jeans, finding me more than ready for her and she slid two fingers into me with no hesitation at all. She definitely wasn't new to this rodeo and I was thankful for that, I needed this more than she could possibly know. I curled my fingers inside her with each stroke out, letting the tips brush against that spot just inside that made her start muttering obscenities and speaking to God. She matched my pace stroke for stroke and mirrored the movements of my fingers, forcing my mouth from her left breast and ripping a breathy 'oh fuck' from my lips. I leaned against her shoulder, my own breathing almost as ragged as hers but then I bit down on her collarbone and that pushed her over the edge.

She threw her head back against the wall of the elevator and screamed into the small space, her entire body convulsing and tightening around my fingers and my hip as she came. That scream pulled me right along behind her and I let my own muffled scream loose against her shoulder seconds later. Thankfully, she had the same thought process I did and, despite climaxing, neither of us stopped, pushing for the other to peak again. I pressed my lips to hers, my tongue pushing past her lips and taking control of the kiss, demanding she give in to me. She pressed in closer as I pushed into her hard, holding my fingers as deep as they could go, fluttering the tips of them in a fast rhythm inside her. At the same time my tongue caressed the roof of her mouth and, much to my own pleasure, the combined sensations pushed her over the edge again and she ripped away from the kiss so she could scream again. God I loved that sound and when combined with her mirrored finger action inside my body and then the feel of her nails raking hard down my back under my shirt I came again, pressing her hard against the wall as sparks and heat exploded through my body.

I leaned against her, both of our bodies shuddering with aftershocks for a few minutes as we stood there, the wall propping us up as we attempted to catch our breath. When we could breathe again and had some chance of moving without falling over, she retrieved her bra and shirt, pulled them on and ran her fingers through her hair just as the elevator started moving again. I laughed a little and just got the zipper up on my jeans before we reached the right floor and the doors opened. We stepped out as I ran my fingers through my hair to try and fix it and she led me to the right room, opened the door and waved me inside, closing the door behind me. I heard the click of the lock and whirled on her, not about to let her recover for too long before starting again.

What had happened in the elevator was fun, sure, but now that I had gotten a smell of her on my fingers, I need to taste her and I wouldn't be happy until she was delirious and couldn't walk for a few hours. She was back out of her shirt and bra in moments and this time I removed her skirt and shoes as well, dropping them on the floor with the other clothes. She finally seemed to realize that I had stayed completely clothed in the elevator and helped me out of mine as well, leaving them on top of hers. I shot her a sly smirk that made her brow furrow a little right before I picked her up and literally tossed her onto the bed, I was stronger than I looked and she let out a little yelp and giggled just a bit. It was kind of cute and made me chuckle a little but then she settled up against the headboard and the look she gave me wasn't anything close to cute.

Her previously bright green eyes were deep, forest green and held a look that smoldered its way through me and made me shiver. Damn this girl was something and I intended to make sure she would remember me, figuring I was well on my way already. I let my gaze drift over her naked body, the left corner of my lips twitched up as my eyes found her pussy, clean shaved, just like I'd felt when my hand had been up her skirt a few minutes earlier. My smile widened as I slid myself onto the bed and over between her legs, using my arms to spread them for me. I eased my body down until my lips were only inches from her still wet and still very ready core and I couldn't help myself. I ran the tip of my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top and then dipped just between her lips to flick it over her clit. She let out a soft moan, pressed back against the headboard and reached one hand up to hold onto it as he other twisted into my hair.

I couldn't for the life of me figure out why they always wanted to pull my hair but, I wasn't about to complain, not even a little. I spent a few minutes praising her clit with my tongue, flicking, massaging, circling and waited until she was moaning and writhing under me to let my fingers push into her and find her center. It took a matter of moments with me brushing and pressing against her heat for her to slam her shoulders back against the headboard, throw her head back and scream her climax to the ceiling. She tapped my head to let me know that her muscles needed a break so I eased my fingers out of her and slid backwards until my feet could hit the floor. I stood up and grinned at her as I went for my clothes, seeing her already collapsing into the bed, eyes barely open but a huge smile on her face. My work here was done so I used one of the hand towels in the bathroom to wipe my face, washed my hands and then got dressed and made my exit.

I had a moment while I was standing outside the hotel, phone in my hand, staring at the screen when I wondered if maybe Courtney was right. Granted I had met this particular girl in a gay bar but, she couldn't have been more than nineteen once I'd gotten a good look at her and she would now wake up alone. She was staying in a hotel so I could assume that she either didn't live in the area and was here visiting or on vacation or did live in the area and was trying to escape something. A few weeks ago I would have told myself that either way I had helped out, either she'd had a great vacation experience and now had a crazy story to tell or I'd helped her take her mind off of her problems for a while. Now I just felt like a total bitch and it made me need a shower and maybe a little soul searching afterward.

I heaved a sigh, unlocked my phone screen and called Angel, knowing that she and James were the least likely to judge me for this incident but that James might be busy with someone. She answered on the second ring and the noise in the background let me know that they were in the car. "Hey! Where have you been, we've been worried about you!"

"I'm sorry, Angel. I just needed a walk and, I'll explain everything later I promise. Where are you guys?"

"Just left the bar we were at... Where are you?" I told her where I was and she told me to hang tight and they would be there to get me in a couple minutes. I sat on a concrete parking stop to wait and, thankfully, didn't have much time with my thoughts before they pulled up and I hopped in the front passenger seat. A quick glance told me that Zara and Dani had opted to sit together in the backseat and James was nowhere to be found. I shook my head slightly and settled back into the seat, letting myself think about Court's words and feeling like maybe she was actually right. There was a damn good chance that I had ruined James for ever being in a real relationship with anyone, gods knew I was a waste of time when relationships were concerned.

Angel dropped Zara and Dani off at their place and then headed toward our house, not speaking, letting me decide when I was ready to talk. "Angel?"

"Yeah honey."

"Am I completely hopeless? I mean, am I a terrible friend?"

"What? How can you even ask that?"

"Just answer me, please. And be honest with me, I need it right now."

"No, Lux, you are not a terrible friend. You're actually a really good friend, if not a bit distracted frequently. You're always there for any one of us that needs you." All I could do was nod a little and let the words settle in and then the car fell back into silence, comfortable silence, but silence all the same.

"I went to talk to Court tonight."

"Oh yeah? And?"

"And we got into a fight."

"About what?"

"Me mostly, and my behavior, the way I am, the way I treat people."

"The way you treat people? What's that mean?"

"Court says that I don't care about anyone but myself and that I've been using these girls, honestly, I'm starting to think she's right. I mean, you heard her last week when we were out."

"I know and I still can't believe she said that shit. She's getting a little full of herself lately and... Oh my god, Lux. Don't listen to her! I don't know where she pulled that from but she's got some nerve. It's really no wonder she's been avoiding us."

"Not 'us' Angel... Me."

"Huh?"

"She's avoiding me, not the group. Actually, she kinda told me that if I stop going out with you guys she'll start coming again. So I told her that tonight was it, I'd figure something else out."

"You did what? No... Lux, no, I don't think so. I'm not going to start letting Courtney dictate who can and can't be in this group. She's getting a little too high and mighty for me and I'm tired of it!"

"Just drop it, Angel, seriously. She said some things that made sense and actually made a confession that made me feel like a first rate asshole." Angel gave me that look she gets sometimes, the one that says 'I don't care if it's a secret, I'm your best friend and you will tell me' and I caved in and told her.