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Lost Toys

Chapter 11 — Faithless

I walked into work with with a cardboard tray of coffees and a bag of muffins. Tim Horton’s didn’t offer injectable caffeine yet so I was stuck waking up like a cavewoman. I unlocked the front door as I arrived. There were no walk-ins waiting, which was uncommon for a weekend. I crossed the lobby, took my place at the front desk and hooked my headset on my left ear. The smell of coffee drew the practitioners out of their rooms. We said our good mornings, I ignored a feeble flirtation and answered my first call. The morning was the same as any slow day. I had almost finished that day’s crossword when he called.

“Good morning, Pictou Chiropractic. Meghan speaking, how may I direct your call?” I forcibly swallowed the last fifth of my muffin before opening the line and answering through a smile.

“Yeah, I need a witch doctor to raise a my dead chickens,” My brother’s stupid sense of humor made me smile. When I had got this job, it had felt like throwing my science degree in the shredder. My brother agreed with me that it was mostly voodoo. Shame, I wasn’t going to get a paycheck this large in Pictou without even higher education.

“Well you’ve called the right place,” I laughed into my bluetooth, “How many dead chickens are we talking about? Every dozen you get one free demon exorcised.”

“Oh, that sounds like a good deal, I might have to strangle the last three.”

“And actually killing animals is too much,” I stopped laughing but smiled, “What’s going on? Do you need a little money?”

“Uh,” He always started with that shitty embarrassed sound. I found it better just to get to the heart of the matter so we could do the family bonding without him prodding for an inlet, “No, actually, I’m good.”

“Good,” I tried not to sound too surprised. Matthew’s ego was always pretty fragile.

“Yeah, actually, I wanted to talk to you because I’m starting a business,” I could hear him lighting up with excitement. I didn’t believe a word of it.

“So you need a lot of money?” I pointed out, knowing he was not thinking things through.

“Fuck off,” He growled, “I came into some good luck and Debo-Ms Flynn had these plans for a catering company. I think I can pull it off.”

“Yeah? Don’t you have to have a chef?” And employees. And a kitchen. And vans. And and and...

“That’s, that’s covered actually,” He mumbled, “Shit! I met a few—I met a girl.”

“Good, and you want to show off for her and can’t as a dishwasher, so you figured you’d tank a business while pretending?”

“No! Jesus Meghan!” He was legitimately hurt. I didn’t like it but this isn’t where I could afford to pull punches. Matthew needed the truth.

“What? Don’t yell at me,” I hissed defensively, “You’ve got a track record.”

“I do, but I’ve got something more now. I, I kind of need my inheritance to buy the catering vans,” He mumbled.

“Well, come into town and sign the papers. Kyla’s working at the Credit Union now. You could have the money tomorrow morning.”

“Uh, can you do it? I mean you’re signatory right?” He pleaded pathetically.

“I can. I won’t.” I could hear his teeth grind at that, “You need a hundred bucks for groceries? I’ll login and transfer it now. You want this? You prove you want it.”

“I love you, you know,” He said to cool himself off.

“I’m not 15, I don’t just do whatever a semi-handsome boy asks when he tells me he loves me,” I cooled off was well. It was only fair.

“When did I upgrade to semi-handsome?” He chuckled.

“When you started going gray,” I delivered the truth with as clear a tone as I could.

“Jesus,” He was awfully blasphemous today. Good for him, “Well, I’ve got work to do here first.”

“Then why’re you jumping the gun?” He wasn’t thinking but I was here to back him up.

“Because I figured—“

“Because you figured you could have someone else do your work for you. That’s why I think this is entirely a bad idea,” I was drumming my fingers on the desk as I told him.

“I don’t,” He showed at least a modicum of backbone.

“Excellent!” I grinned. He needed this motivation but he needed it for the duration of his business not just while he was swimming in new relationship energy with this new girl, “Prove me wrong and I’ll be the happiest sister on the planet.”

“I’m pretty sure you’d never supplant Misty,” He joked, “She’s got some sort of brain defect where she’s 95% dopamine.”

“OK, the happiest non-mutant sister on the planet.”

“Do you want to know the plan?” He itched to explain himself.

“I want you to know the plan,” I declared.

“Why can’t you be a bit more like Misty?” He mumbled. Misty shared in his excitement over anything.

“Because my knees close,” I replied with a smirk.

“Ha ha.” He intoned, “I meant, why can’t you get excited with me?”

“I am excited. I’m just really skeptical.”

“Well that makes me feel great...”

“You want to feel great, that’s what that girl is for,” I pointed out, “What’s her name?”

“Uh... Gwen—”

“She prefers Gwendolyn,” I heard a nasal woman in the background announce.

“Gwendolyn Ashcroft.” He declared.

“She from Halifax?”

“Maybe?” He felt trapped and I pinched my nose in frustration.

“What’s she do?” I asked.

“She’s a waitress, at Flynn’s,” Right, because he’d never go out and find a girl. She’d have to fall into Matthew’s lap.

“How old is she?”

“25 to 28,” He guessed. So slightly younger than I was.

“Kids? Ex-husbands.” I had my money on yes and no.

“I doubt it and probably not,” He explained.

“Sounds like she’s your soulmate.”

“Well, maybe, she isn’t,” He admitted, “But she is a kick in the pants.”

“Well, maybe, find a few more girls like her,” I smiled. Could you even imagine? Matthew Reid, slut.

“I think I might take you up on that,” He grinned.

“Well, when you’re sure you’re serious about this,” I offered an olive branch, “Your room’s made up for you. We’ll get everything sorted out.”

“Hey, thanks.”

“Any time.” I meant it.

“Do you need to get back to work?” He finally thought about me.

“Probably,” I shrugged. The waiting room was still empty, “But not immediately.”

“So what’s going on with Meghan?” Matthew’s interest was real but I never really got into it with Matthew. We both had Misty for that. Between us we were just very good friends.

“Riding fast, dying young. Life is always crazy in Pictou.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” He laughed at my sarcasm.

“Hey, if you’re serious about this catering thing,” He’d need employees and I had a friend struggling in Halifax. She’d jump on working for Matthew. Maybe she’d even get involved with Matthew. I’d keep it off the table for now, “Call me again.”

“I’m serious now,” He assured me. I believed him, but.

“I mean ongoing serious,” I sighed.

“Alright, well I’m going to let you go. I need a shave. I have a date tonight,” I loved how he bragged. He had a date. He had just conquered the earth. Good for him.

“Give Gwendolyn my best and, if you’re lucky, your worst,” I wished I could access Facebook at work. I was going to find out more of this Gwendolyn Ashcroft when I got home.

“What? Gwendo—Right. Yeah, will do. Try not to unleash the great old ones onto the earth,” Scatterbrained nutbar, he was going to crash so hard when Gwendolyn finished with him.

“You’re just upset because the black robed figures never invite you to the orgies,” I tried to direct his irritation to humor.

“Robes? Yeah, maybe I’ll do that,” He replied in amused seriousness.

“Ok. Weird!” I scrunched my nose, “I love you, Matty.”

“Love you, sis.”

Eden MacMaster — Sunday, June 21st, 2015

I took one last look in my mirror. I was surprised at how excited I was for tonight. I was going to break Matthew. I had decided on the purple dress a couple of days ago but I only just picked the right boots to go with it. I turned, my ass was awesome under my skirt. My legs were even better down to the taller than comfortable heels. I readjusted the top. Matthew was going to love this bra but he wasn’t going to see it. My makeup was great, heavier than work but not as heavy as Melody or Sylvie wore to waitress. I’m glad I had wiped away the bright red off my lips in favor of darker shade. I had tamed my hair and fluffed it out over my shoulders. I brushed half of my bangs behind my left ear.

“Woo!” Sylvie stuck four fingers in her mouth and wolf whistled as I stepped out of my bedroom. She was my roommate since before we had been friends. Living together and working together was tough and our social lives had needed to sharply diverge but we had become great friends.

“Thanks, slut,” I grinned, I picked my handbag from the kitchenette island and unplugged my phone from the wall.

“I can’t believe you’re going to be breaking in Matthew,” Sylvie was horizontal across our couch playing Super Smash Bros. Her falsely blonde hair was tossed over the armrest. She was still wearing her work top, but it was open around her black tank top. She had pitched her shorts in her room and was flashing her gold panties to the room, “I know Zina had always wanted to.”

“Why didn’t she?” I said before dialing.

“Neither asked the other,” Sylvie shrugged.

“No, Almon street. Yes, Eden please. Thanks how long? OK, perfect,” I hung up with the cab company and slipped my phone into the bag. I looked back to Sylvie, her gamecube controller laid lazily on her tits. She had Doritos dust and crumbs all over her fingers.

“I’m not going to break in Matthew,” I rejected her premise. I pulled the bracelet Matthew had given me from my bag and slipped it on, “This is just a first date.”

“Ah, you and your morals and standards,” Sylvie frowned upside down, “At least if you get caught up in things, Matthew’s a good guy and he’ll probably like and respect you more the next day.”

“There’s no need to hurry anything. Tonight’s just to find out if he’s fun,” I told her, “And saying that, can you text me around 11 or so?”

“Yeah, prude,” Sylvie agreed, “I’ll set my phone to buzz after this match.”

“Thanks girl, my taxi could already be here. Bye!”

“Have almost the best night ever!” She shouted after me as I hurried to the elevator. By the time I was out to the curb, the cab pulled up in front of me.

“Edith?” He asked when I climbed in.

“Eden, but yeah. Neptune theatre, please.” He tried to chit chat and I was cordial back. I couldn’t tell from his almost Newfie accent whether he was flirting or not. It was a six-something fare, I gave him two fives and closed the door. Downtown was slowish for a Sunday evening. The play started at 7:30, I arrived at quarter after and collected the tickets I had ordered online. Matthew showed up ten minutes later.

“You look incredible,” His voice found me first.

“You look nice as well,” I smiled as I turned to find him walking over from the other side. I stepped towards him. He looked great. I’m glad his shaggy mop was cut back a bit. “This I like,” I grinned fixing the collar of his blue shirt. I reached up and stroked his jaw, “This not so much.”

“Yeah, I was told yesterday that you preferred lumberjacks,” He laughed and slipped an arm confidently around my waist. He had always been iffy and nervous at christmas parties and other nights we had been out as a group. I liked this Matthew.

“Well, you’re in for a treat,” I grinned, “Have you seen Lisa Corbett before? She’s playing Abigail Williams. You can almost judge a play whether it’ll be good or great by finding her name on the playbill.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, “I’ve been told. Actually.”

“Good, I didn’t want to have to teach you everything,” I took his hand and led him down the aisle. We had fourth row seats. It wasn’t a sold out theater but it was fairly full. I leaned over and whispered against his ear, “Plus, she’s super hot.”

He started laughing. Not the response I expected. A few others looked around at us but we hadn’t been talking loudly.

“What?” I whispered again.

“I don’t think she’s for me,” He chuckled.

“Too young?” I didn’t think she was drinking age.

“Just not the kind of girl I find attractive.” He shrugged with a smile.

“Wow, do you think I’m attractive?” I prodded him. He was taking out his phone and turning it off. I think he took the time to send a text but he had it off in a moment.

“You, Eden, are drop dead gorgeous.” He squeezed my hand and I smiled back at him. But I cocked an eyebrow.

“I don’t know how to take that. I mean if you can’t see how pretty she is, what does that say about me?”

“I never said she wasn’t pretty, I said she wasn’t the kind of girl I find attractive.”

“All right, I’m biting, why isn’t she the kind of girl you find attractive?”

“Her dad and my mom were siblings,” He smirked, “Corbett’s my mom’s maiden name.”

I smacked his shoulder. I caught the tense of his declaration. But I had known Matthew for five years. I knew about his parents. I knew how he handled it. I focused on Lisa.

“How big’s your family?”

“Dad was the eldest of five and mom was the middle of three,” He answered, “Yeah, I have cousins everywhere in this province.”

“It’s just me, my parents and one uncle out west.” I’ve always wanted brothers and sisters. I shushed him from continuing. The house lights were coming down and I love the theatre.

Dawn Rhodes — Sunday, June 21st, 2015

“Can I buy you a drink?” He was cute, with beautiful hair, dark eyes and a pink shirt. I should have been prepared for the attention. I wasn’t. I was sitting at a lonely table for two, sipping on a diet Pepsi because I didn’t have a driver’s license to prove I was at least 19. I had been dressed by Carmen and made up by Sara. The tight pink sheath dress wasn’t me. It looked good on me. It appeared to double my tits. I hadn’t worn pink anything since I was 9. It cut off maybe an inch and a half below my pussy. My black thong had been seen by half the bar as I had climbed up into the tall chair.

“No.” I told the boy reluctantly. He seemed shocked at the clear syllable. He took a breath.

“Have a good night,” He told me and slunk off to his circle of friends. I hadn’t wanted to do this. I hadn’t wanted to be here. This morning had been hell. Deborah had hired Phoebe and myself to work the dishroom at Flynn’s. Phoebe managed the job better than everyone had warned against. She was cool, efficient and bored. I burnt all of my fingertips on hot cutlery. I dropped a stack of six bowls. I slipped mopping the kitchen and bruised my butt. I was told I had the worst first shift, Franklin, the head chef, had seen. Deborah claimed, to spare my feelings, that hers had been as bad a disaster.

“That’s three whole tables of boys you’ve turned down,” My waiter, Geoffrey, walked up with his gay hipster smile. He was nearly six three and couldn’t have weighed twenty pounds more than me.

“I’m still waiting,” I reiterated my reason.

“I think you’ve been stood up, darling,” He said sadly, “If you want, I can call your two diet Pepsis even.”

“Thank you, but I’m going to wait a little while longer.” I gave him a hopeful smile and he had a sad one in change. Next to the bar the band had just finished setting up. The speakers cut out in the middle of July Talk’s Paper Girl.

The band was a three person act: a drummer, a guitarist and a singer. The drummer, in a preppy suit but for rolled up sleeves started in on a relaxed beat. He had barely started and he was eager to be there. The guitarist started in. He was a little more casually dressed, a sports jacket and jeans. He had his fedora tilted further over his eyes. He frowned as Dawn tried to place the tune. The singer was a knockout. Her jet black hair contrasted her creamy complexion. Diamonds glittered her hair. Her long black gown was split around her skinny left leg. She seemed older than her bandmates. Not older, more mature, perfected to their unrefined.

“You pretend you’re high, you pretend you’re bored,” Her voice seemed to cut through Dawn more than the weight of the enslaving metal around her wrist. She felt her eyes grow wet but she didn’t need the napkin she had picked up. The play across the street must have ended. He was here. Dawn felt worse.

Matthew entered with Eden, a beautiful woman on his arm. He was giddy and excited. The date was going his way. He smiled very broadly. He looked neat, nondescript, much better than when he had taken Dawn off the street. Eden got better and Dawn got hurt.

Eden was lovely, a beautiful black goddess. Her hair was swept luxuriously to either side of her tall face. Her dark eyes were big with incredible lashes. She had a broad but small nose over a toothy smile. Big gold earrings dangled down to her long neck. She was tall, only an inch or two shorter than Matthew, though she was walking rhythmically in her not insignificant heels. Her purple dress sculpted her. Undergarments and a thick belt overexaggerated her breasts and hips. Her skirt rippled around her thighs.

I took a deep breath, Matthew had made eye contact with me but was laughing at something Eden had said as they headed nearly past me to the back booths. I tried to speak through my dry throat. I swallowed a cough and licked my lips. I had a duty.

“Matthew, hi!” I squeaked a bit louder than I had wanted to. Eden’s eyes pulled me out of the backdrop like gun barrels. Matthew didn’t see the flash of competition directed my way.

“Oh, hey Dawn, you look nice tonight. Date?” He stumbled over our shitty plan.

“Um, I think I’ve been stood up,” I dredged up the excuse Geoffrey had offered for me.

“Sounds like an idiot to me,” Matthew seemed to wear the lie easily. Eden cleared her throat, “Oh, shit, sorry Eden. This is Dawn. I—” He had to pull back from what he was about to say, “Deborah hired her to replace the new guy.”

“What already? Hi, I’m Eden,” We shook hands. I saw the bracelet on her wrist, knowing it was the one he gave her and Eden was Primed. Matthew only had to tell her he owned her and she’d be complete. I was repeatedly told not to. I couldn’t do for Eden what I did to Gwen.

“Hey Matthew,” Geoffrey, the waiter, arrived, “I’ve got a booth in the back section. Has a great view of the stage.”

“Thanks man,” Matthew grinned clasping Geoffrey’s arm above the elbow, “You want to bring over a couple of gin martinis to the table? You like a twist right?”

“You remembered, I can’t believe you recalled anything from that Christmas party,” Eden smiled for moment before growing thoughtful, “First the actress, now the waiter and this girl. Do you know everybody?”

“You’ve met our lost lamb?” Geoffrey asked referring to me.

“Yes, I know everybody,” Matthew bought in, “Put Dawn’s drinks on my tab. Go home, and I’m sure your guy will find time for you when he finds his brain matter.”

“You sure?” I asked in tandem with Eden.

“Sure, that is if you’re going now?” It was a command disguised a question. Geoffrey took it as a command and headed off to get Matthew and Eden’s drinks, “Yeah, thank you Matthew.”

“No worries, I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” He seemed to forget about me as he turned back to Eden. She didn’t. I hurried out. I saw one of the guys who had hit on me outside. I flagged down a cab as soon as he met my eyes.

Eden MacMaster — Monday, June 22nd, 2015

I stared at my ceiling. I wanted to close my eyes. To expel the thoughts that had corrupted my pleasure all evening. Matthew’s fingers dipped and curled inside me. The heel of Sylvie’s hand worried hard against my clit. Two pairs of teeth took over my breasts. My body twitched needing for me to let go. I didn’t this wasn’t me.

Only once in my life had I ever had anything approaching sex on the first date. A handjob after a junior high dance taught me to invest more in myself and a man before sex. I was excited for this result, but I was prepared to wait for this. I had been willing to kiss him, if the date went well. I was happy to touch and lean against and just be accepted into his presence. I didn’t expect to become so smitten that I’d toss out my willpower and take him home. It wasn’t just sex. I had his cum in my ass and hers across my lips. Neither act was a first but never an option. Not tonight. Everything in my body tremored and Matthew tilted my chin so that I could kiss him. I felt like a guitar string waiting to be plucked.

“This was the perfect night,” He told me and I hated him for it. It should have been perfect without Sylvie. It had been amazing up until that first dance we had. I was putty to him then. I was saying yes to everything and he caught on quick. I wish I knew when I had lost control.

The new girl (Dawn?) had left. Poor kid, I respected Matthew picking up her two diet Pepsi’s but I kind of wish he hadn’t. We had a booth that looked over the band and armored us from the people at nearby tables. Matthew’s second martini was empty while I was just finishing off my first. A plate of potato skins and a basket of mozza sticks were getting picked at. The fish bites were all gone. We had fought over those. He was so smug in grabbing the last one; I ate it straight out of his fingers.

“Here you go,” Geoffrey, Matthew’s friend and our server, arrived with two more martinis. Matthew thanked him and squeezed my thigh. I laid my hand on the back of his, ready to limit his eagerness happy that we had become so comfortable tonight. I wasn’t being a killjoy. I wanted the best of Matthew. I couldn’t get that after a two and a half our play and a couple ounces of gin.

“So, you at least find this one hot, yeah?” I elbowed Matthew and directed him the singer.

“Oh yeah!” I punched him and he laughed at my smile, “Of course, it was a trap.”

“You have to look,” I sipped my second drink, “And so long as you’re generally discreet, I’m happy.”

“That’s the plan, to keep you happy,” He smiled, “What would make you happy right now?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” I grinned and dragged him out of the booth around the table. There were a few people dancing but it wasn’t a dance bar. I caught the nervousness in his eyes, good, I knew he’d make a fool of himself out here but it was Matthew. He could play the fool and still be a great guy.

“God, you are so beautiful,” He pulled me close and we were circling during our second song on our feet, “I can’t believe you said yes.”

“You sell yourself short, Matthew,” I grinned and laid my head on his shoulder.

“Kiss me.” He said. It may have been the moment. It may have been the song. The kiss started and it didn’t end until we were stuffed back in the booth.

I screamed. My throat hoarse. Matthew’s mouth and tongue deep inside of me. Sylvie and Matthew overcame my reluctance. I kicked and twisted, cumming like I had in the taxi. My eyes were caught behind tears. I pulled Matthew against me. I kept kissing though his mouth was against my throat. I sometimes hit his ear, I mostly kissed air.

“She’s never been like this before,” Sylvie giggled at Matthew, “Our walls are thin and I’ve never heard a squeak out of her.”

“She’s amazing,” Matthew held my hair and my breast. He had risen up over me. My eyes blinked away a few tears as I looked up at him, “She’s my favorite.”

Matthew had paid in cash, which surprised me. I was so wet. He was hard. I had discovered him with my hand as we made out in the booth. My dress had hiked up slightly and my panties were dragged away from my cunt. I tasted myself on his thumb once when when he held my chin.

“There’s only one way to end this night,” He whispered in his ear. I struggled to tell him that wasn’t true. I had overstepped. Hell, I had rushed headlong over the cliff of good taste. I didn’t tell him, he told me, “Take me home.”

He had left the money on the table. Two hundred dollars, if our bill had been 100 bucks it would have been insanely overpriced. I knew how much he made. He hadn’t needed to show off like that. I dragged him out of there. Hurried through the bar. We had stayed for the whole set. It had been a crazy night. Matthew stopped before the band as they packed up and thanked them. I tugged a little harder on his, uncertain why I was so eager and so confused.

“You’re so hot,” He whispered against my ear. I grinned. I was pretty hot. Matthew squeezed around my waist as we stepped outside of the bar. It was easy to flag down a cab. I gave the address as I pulled Matthew in behind me. He kissed my neck and then my ear. I heard his voice, “I want to see you cum.”

“You two seem to be having a great night?” Our cabby said but Matthew and I were distracted. I was flushed against him and he was over me. It’s safer to say that Matthew kissed me back. His knee split my own. I was humping madly against his leg. I stopped breathing and bit inside my cheek. I pushed Matthew up from me. I met his eyes as often as I could. I went purple faced and twisted right and rocked upward, “You guys are home. Mind taking your show out of my cab?”

That’s when Sylvie texted me my reminder.

I was laying in the wet spot. Sylvie was tight against my arm. She was naked and sweaty and holding my hand. She snored. Well she snorted in between long stints of quiet breaths. Matthew breathed heavily, my head lay on his upper arm. I laid my hand on his thigh. He wasn’t quite asleep. I looked at him. I couldn’t see his face in the dark. A bit of moonlight surrounded his ear. I watched him smile at me.

“What did you do to me?” I asked him. It was different earlier, wasn’t it? Why did I take him home?

“What’s that?” He asked me as I checked my phone.

“Sylvie’s reminding me not to be overtaken by your charm,” I unlocked the front door. I turned, “I guess this is where we say good night.”

“Is it?” He asked smugly. I got a bit miffed.

“We did way more tonight than I was ready for,” I blushed. That was on me.

“I’m ready for quite a bit more,” He smiled.

“I have no doubt you are,” I smiled and touched his jaw, “Kiss me goodnight?”

“Let’s go upstairs and spend the night together,” He pushed. Not what I’d have expected from a guy like Matthew.

“OK,” I said despite everything. We headed through the lobby. Rode up in the elevator. The energy ratcheted up as we waited. I held his hand but we weren’t as psychotic as we had been the last two hours. I led him down the hall to our apartment.

“Hey, babe, bad date?” Sylvie asked as we walked into the apartment.

“I hope not,” Matthew grinned. Sylvie perked up.

“Holy shit! Edie! Well done,” Sylvie was dressed for bed in a flannel t-shirt, “I’ll give you the room.”

“Thank you,” I didn’t mean it, but I led Matthew out of the main room to my bedroom on the right side. I closed the door over behind Matthew. I leaned against the back of the door, uncertain of where I was going to start.

“Take your clothes off,” I could only imagine what I would have said to Matthew if he had said that to me. I was certain that I’d have thrown him out. He smirked brightly. His nice shirt opened slowly. He dropped it on my floor. I squatted down and unzipped my boots. Stepping out of my heels and dropping down a few inches before Matthew, I walked forward. I unzipped my dress under my right arm. My dress slipped down my body and around my ankles. Matthew pushed down his pants. His cock rose angrily out of his boxers. I licked my lips and pushed him hard against the side of my bed. He fell down and I climbed up. I was straddling across Matthew’s erection, he had his eyes on my chest. I crossed my arms over my breasts, “You weren’t supposed to see this bra tonight.”

“I’ll close my eyes, toss it away and we can pretend,” He laughed and closed his eyes. I don’t know how I tossed away the bra so quickly. He opened his eyes when I grabbed his cock. His hands took my breasts in either hand. I moaned, for him and bit down on my lip. He urged me lower, by my breasts, for a kiss. I loved the feeling of his mouth. I committed to the night. I shed that worry I had been carrying. Matthew held my ass and I slid my panties aside so I could take him all in.

I had cum already. I felt great now. I didn’t need to fire off. I didn’t need to succumb. I just wanted to be there with Matthew. I just smiled and let him hug me. I was fucking him. I took my time. I loved that feeling of being full. Matthew tried for faster but I cooled him down the first time.

“Please,” He whimpered.

“This is fantastic,” I told him and I rode him a little harder. Just a little. He tried to hurry me again and again I resisted. He tugged me tighter. He rose off the bed to meet my hips. I felt so good. I dialed him back once again. This time he didn’t accept.

I squealed as Matthew threw me off of him and rolled up inside my legs. I swept aside some of his hair. He was fierce, eager, smiling. I wanted to kiss him but he was now impatient. Sex became fucking. Dirty, hard, brilliant. I loved the feeling, his weight on me. He was chaos. He was need.

“Fuck me, Matthew,” I breathed. I hitched my ankles around his ass. I pulled and pushed to make his fucking even harder. I knew I was set for the night. I felt great to be there with him. I told him how much I liked it. I was whispers and he was growls. He started flexing. His forehead was pressing down next to my blanket. I wrapped my arms around his hair. He shuddered, but never stopped, he rushed harder and his thrusts became more jagged. Cum slathered inside me.

“Oh wow,” I said as he settled down on top of me.

“That was incredible,” He lifted up and our eyes met. I smiled, “Are you ready for what’s next?”

“Hell of a night?” Sylvie hadn’t given me the living room. I had sucked Matthew to another erection which he emptied inside my ass. I waddled to the fridge. I picked up two bottles of water.

“I enjoyed it,” I smiled at her. I wasn’t naked, but I only had on Matthew’s shirt. It covered everything but I worried about the stuff running down the insides of my thighs, “It’s not over yet.”

“No, what else do you have left to do?” Sylvie laughed and Matthew stuck his head out of my room.

“Water,” He panted with a smile.

“On my way,” I laughed lifting a bottle in his direction.

“Hi Sylvie,” Matthew looked at her and I felt my upper lip twitch in envy. I didn’t fuck him to leave him to my friends. He looked back to me and I choked the kneejerk feeling down before Matthew could register my face.

“Hi Matthew, sounds like you two are screaming monkeys,” Sylvie was going to be spreading that around the restaurant tomorrow. Bitch. I smiled. I probably would have ended up telling Gwen and Courtney anyways.

“It’s chaos in there. You wouldn’t believe it,” He laughed.

“You’d be surprised,” Sylvie flirted.

“I don’t believe it,” I admitted.

Sylvie looked over and stuck her tongue out at me.

“Sounds like a challenge to me. What do you say, Eden? Invite Sylvie to join us.”

Sylvie laughed like Matthew was George Carlin. I scrunched my nose. “Hey, Sylvie, ditch the pjs and get your ass in my room.”

“What seriously?” Sylvie raised an eyebrow, “Cause you know I’m not going to lose a game of sexual chicken.”

Everything wrong with the evening came back on top of my shoulders. I looked at Matthew, I couldn’t figure things out. All I knew, was that someone else’s words came out of my mouth.

“Of course, Sylvie. It’s about time I ate your pussy.”