Lost Toys
Chapter 21 — First Blush
Tiffany Luck — Thursday, June 25th, 2015
I watched my best friend convulse through Matthew’s smartphone. Her jaw clenched and dragged to the right. Her eyelids pulled back. The whites of her eyes seemed to compress her irises and pupils even further. Her shoulders rolled up to her ears and her knuckles whitened in the comforter. Her lips opened, like she was screaming. An empty breath burbled out of Raena, then she shrilly moaned. I panned the camera up to Matthew’s surprised face. He rested still inside her. Slowly, his happiness overcame the surprise. I panned down his chest. I pushed my lower lip out from between my teeth with my tongue. He reached over and eased my bangs out of my eyes.
It wasn’t like porn. Not that I hadn’t watched a lot of porn. But Raena’s knees were up and locked tight against Matthew’s ribs. He grabbed her knee. He pushed gingerly, but Raena was statue still. He pushed hard, opening her up so I could film. From the belly button up, Raena rattled like a ragdoll in a paint mixer. Her spasm only lasted a moment. Her string of “Fuck fuck!”’s continued on ad infinitum. Matthew pushed her knee all the way to the bed. He dragged his cock out of her.
“Is that—” I stopped myself as I filmed his cock. There was a mess around him and sticking to Raena’s cunt. On the cock is was a livid ringed smear of red. Inside her, a welling blood droplet snaked down her ass crack. What the fuck? When I looked at Raena’s eyes she quickly turned her whole face away. I remember when she had lost it in grade 8. Her first date. I was so hurt that she hadn’t told me all about Tommy afterwards. I had to find out on Monday, from her date himself. I figured Tommy had been bragging and lying until Raena agreed with him. She had kept it quiet because Tommy was terrible at sex. But when the school found out about her, the school found out about Tommy. It ruined his social life all the way till grade eleven. If he had been the only one, I could have been prepared for this moment.
“Tiff don’t look at me!” She growled through her teeth.
“Then how am I supposed to film your first time?” I felt bad for sounding so vindictive. I aimed the camera at her crotch again. Matthew lined himself up. I looked at her face over my shoulder. I looked at Matthew’s.
“Some girls have a rougher time than others,” Gwendolyn said, she had apparently come around behind me, “Be gentler with Raena, Matthew.”
“Of course, babe,” He leaned over me and kissed her, “But can you take the camera from Tiffany? She’ll hold Raena with me.”
I’ll what? I didn’t really ask but Gwendolyn picked the camera out of my fingers.
“Oh my God!” Raena yelped again. I smiled and cleared the matted hair from her eyes. I was pushed loosely against Raena’s right arm by Gwendolyn’s hand on my shoulder. I held Raena. I laid a hand across her belly and my leg across her thigh. I felt stiff but I looked up to Matthew and we grinned. Gwendolyn panned the camera down away from Raena and my faces. Out of the camera’s eyes, the red slowly depleted from Raena’s cheeks. I preferred to watch Raena’s face, or Matthew’s. He was huffing and puffing, all his face muscles twisting up. His eyes followed Raena’s eyes and she was watching me. I reached for Raena’s breasts, dragging my thumbnail across her nipple. The sex became animated.
“You feel amazing to me, Raena,” Matthew told her. He leaned down over her. I felt his hand behind my shoulder. His other arm was kinked around Raena’s thigh, “You are so warm and... silky. I feel great inside of you.”
“Thank you,” Raena said clearly despite the visible vibrations in her jaw. I pinched her nipple and she yowled. Gwendolyn floated over us. I wanted to kick her away. I wanted to roll Raena out from under Matthew. I wanted to lose my virginity. I was terribly impatient.
“Don’t be selfish. You tell him how it feels for you,” I harshly whispered in Raena’s ear.
“Tiff!” She mewled and shut her eyes tight.
“Open your eyes for you close up,” I taunted. Gwendolyn dragged the camera away from the sex at my direction.
“Tiffany,” I felt Matthew kiss my ear and I turned a bright smile up towards him, “Don’t be cruel. You love Raena?”
“Not like that,” I retorted and saw on his face that he wasn’t trying to be salacious, “I do. I love you Raena.”
“I love you too, Tiff,” Raena’s left hand squeezed my right hand over her breast. She breathed funnily. Breathing out with a squirm as Matthew slid into her. Inhaling with a wheeze. I know he was being gentle, going slow. He moved at a very regular pace. Never a moment’s rest. His cock spread open Raena’s messy cunt.
“You’re cunt is a mess, Rae,” I cooed.
“I thought I told you to be nice?” Matthew raised an eyebrow.
“You said not to be cruel,” I stuck my tongue out at him and he leaned in and tried to gobble it up. I giggled and kissed him back. I felt electrocuted and too warm. I wanted to be out of my prom dress. I hated being a virgin right then. I turned to Raena. At least I admitted it.
“Am I being cruel, sweetie?” I asked Raena, knowing Gwendolyn was leaning over me to watch our faces. I squeezed her breast again. The both of us under Matthew made me see how small Raena was. Not much bigger than me. At least we were bigger than the devil on the armchair. Her breasts were the only thing she had smaller than my own. I rolled it around under my fingers as she turned to me. Her face, often stark white or blood red, accented her blue eyes. She licked her lips.
“No, my cunt’s a filthy mess,” Raena choked out a laugh. Thanks to the cock spearing into her she stuttered. I kissed her cheek, the most I was eager to do. Tingles ran up and down my spine in time with Matthew’s cock running in and out of my lying best friend. I pinched her nipple and she howled.
“Can you show me what comes after gentle?” I even fluttered my lashes as I smiled up at Matthew. He was grinning too. I really liked his smile. I felt like I had earned something and he looked his best when he smiled. He turned to Gwendolyn.
“What?” She seemed as nervous as we did when we knocked on Matthew’s door. I ignored her, turning down to my friend.
“Is she ready to go for more?” He still never stopped pressing into Raena, gliding out. I pressed my lips to her ear.
“Ask her!” Gwendolyn whispered.
“If he doesn’t fuck you,” I whispered as quietly as I could. Hardly able to emphasize fuck as much as I wanted. She moved with my light breath like a leaf in a stiff breeze, “I’m going to be so much better in bed than you are.”
I saw the Raena I had thought I had known when she turned to me. Her lips were in an ugly competitive sneer.
“I can’t tell you what she’s feeling Matthew,” Gwendolyn was saying, “This is between you and her.”
“And the brunette!” Sara said from the chair with a conspiratorial giggle.
“Matthew!” Moaned Raena. Her face was finally looking right. Her lips were wet and panting but still smiling. Her hair, sweat starting to soak through as it was, was fanned out around her face. Her eyelids hung just enough to make her look fucking sexy. How come her makeup stayed perfect? “Go faster. Fu—Make love to me.”
“He’s going to fuck me.” I blushed firetruck red when I realized I hadn’t whispered quite as low as I had a moment ago. Matthew kept up his attack. He didn’t rush to more speed but he did accelerate. Raena’s whole body roiled and rocked against me. The pillows above us twisted and scattered as she flopped against him. I leaned in, trying to whisper as I found my voice, “I’m not just going to lie there either.”
Anyone watching Raena, and there were far more than should be expected, could see she hated knowing someone was doing it better than she was. It was why she had hated school, had hated volleyball, had hated that cinema job she had been stormed out of. She had to work her ass off to be a C student. She was too short to be competitive with the rest of the team. She despised carrying the slack for the rest of her shift. The one thing she had, or so I had thought, was how good of a fuck she was. Well, now she realized I might be better than her.
“Oh that’s better...” Matthew grinned. I was pushed back from Raena’s chest. Gwendolyn helped me up and away so I didn’t destroy my hair. I guess I was going to stay as pretty as could be until it was my turn. Raena didn’t get it right straight away. I watched her hips as Gwendolyn filmed her face and tits. Raena pulled Matthew down for a kiss. He kept his fucking going steadily as Raena tried to match his rate by first swinging her hips up to meet him. Her ass jumping off the bed. All she did was break his momentum. But then her tactics changed. She rolled her hips. Her tight little ass clenching as she dragged him in and spreading out as he slid out. All the while, she held his messy hair with all of her manicured fingers. I could hear the sticky wetness of their kiss, even over the gooey echo of their sex. She may have never fucked before. But I had seen her make out. During this, she was far more energetic.
“I, I feel,” Raena slobbered oddly. Matthew was nearly winded. He was red down and across his shoulders. I sat up on my hip, letting Gwendolyn see past me on my left to Raena. She was blocked out by Matthew’s body, except for her legs. They were sticking out past Matthew’s hip like the old rabbit ears antenna on the shitty TV at Grandma’s. I saw her feet curl and flex. I got excited. I had been excited, horny too, but now I was curious. I wanted to see Raena’s face but I didn’t want to get in Gwendolyn’s shot. I had a solution.
“Tiffany? What are you—” Gwendolyn shut up as I wiggled off the bed behind her. Matthew must have sped up again, I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed it. I wasn’t quite so envious as trepidatious. Raena flinched, well her legs kicked funny, when Matthew speared her. I wrapped my arms around Gwendolyn’s stomach and settled my chin on her shoulder. She felt firm, exercised, yet really soft. I had to stand off the side of the bed to watch over her shoulder. She was shaking under my arms. Out of time with the bouncing of the mattress. She smelled as beautiful as she looked. I actually felt so much prettier then than I had when Zach had picked me up. If I was good enough for a man who had a girl like Gwendolyn, than I must be amazing. The butterflies in my stomach would be starting typhoons in Korea. Raena flinched again. I could see her face now.
Her “Oh, ho, oh, oh!”’s came out like yelps from a kicked dog. She turned, looking to the camera. Her lips were pale under her smeared lipstick but her cheeks were red. I saw her uvula. I hoped she was coming. I hoped I came during my first time. I hoped.
“Fucking hell!” Matthew grumbled astounded, “Are all virgins like this?”
“I’m better!” I announced and wondered if blushing could kill such a dazzling young woman. I stared Death in the face and took my chances.
“Fuck you, Tiff!” Raena almost articulated every word. She squealed or howled or shrieked or something unknowable to man was escaping her lungs to drown the world in fire.
“Fuck me?” I tried to sound haughty but the noisy hottie drowned me out. I turned to Gwendolyn and thumbed her in the belly for her attention, “Am I going to have to make a schedule?”
She broke into huge laughs when a warning flickered on the phone. I had to repoke her, this time in the ribs, which didn’t curtail her laughing, to get her to see.
“We’re running out of—” Matthew came. I could tell by the fireball of invective Raena spat. I would remember “Motherfucking Fathercunter!” for the rest of my life. Maybe that should be Raena’s biography title?
“Jesus,” Matthew blasphemed. It was like his body above his ribs was frozen in space but his hips kept pumping out the last of him into Raena. Zach and I had planned to use a condom. I know Raena had some with her too. I was so glad I had been on the pill since I had introduced Zach to mom. Raena was grinning. I was grinning too. Gwendolyn sighed.
“We’ll need another phone for Tiffany,” She announced as the memory card was officially filled up.
“Am I even going to get a turn?” I was incredulous as Matthew tried to lay down next to Raena. Her thighs wouldn’t let go of his hips. She snuggled in against his chest. I was incredibly horny. Sara was crawling into bed. She wasn’t going to get in my way but Gwendolyn’s hand stopped me.
“Sparky’s like Viagra,” She told me. And I watched. I remembered her coming in for the save after the blowjob we gave him. I realized I was licking amongst my teeth. Searching for another taste of cum. I was never going to complain about it like Raena had done. I wondered if she had sucked cocks before tonight? I figured she had. Her blowjob stories were less self aggrandizing than her fuck stories.
“No, not yet,” Raena swatted away Sara as my friend tried to burrow in deeper. Matthew hugged her like a car crusher machine.
“The wizard needs me.” Harrumphed Sara snottily.
“Why is he called the wizard?” I asked Gwendolyn. She laughed again. Sara glared at her.
“Because he does magical things,” She explained to me. Sara appeared mollified. I was skeptical. Near as I could tell the slap bracelet had been just a slap bracelet. There must’ve been some sort of drug on it. Why does it affect men differently? I’d probably need far more information. I had to pull my mind out of that rabbit hole. I couldn’t figure any of it out now. Besides, if my prom gown wasn’t off me soon, I’m pretty sure my pussy drippings would make it see-through.
“Raena, sweetheart,” Matthew kissed her forehead. I couldn’t see her face but I could see Matthew’s. I can’t imagine he’d smile like that and she wouldn’t as well, “It’s time to keep going.”
“But—” She clinched tighter, for just a moment before she sighed. She fell back from him. She starfished out on the bed as Sara crawled across her. Matthew’s cock was terrifyingly pink. Sara hesitated not at all. I looked away and saw the reddened splotch between Raena’s thighs. Well, if I ever needed proof I was straight.
Matthew’s fingers swirled around Sara’s scalp. Her little short hair waved out from under his fingers. She was excited and he had to say her name in a very waspish tone to get her off of his dick.
“Get off the bed,” I told her. Raena looked up at me, hurt. I smiled at her and held my hips, “Oh, you just scoot the fuck over. No away from me, I want my first time to be on the dry side.”
“So it’s yours too?” Matthew pumped his hard cock as he walked around the bed. He leaned down and kissed my nose. I smirked but grabbed his ears and made him kiss my mouth. He did so happily. His arms were quickly around me. I dropped a shoe to the floor as we finally broke apart. He nudged my nose with his and smiled. He kissed my ear and whispered to me, “You kiss better than your friend.”
“Thanks,” I said happily, “Can I get naked now?”
“Do you have a camera ready?” He looked over my shoulder towards Gwendolyn.
“Yes, but—”
“Excellent!” I turned over to Sara, “Mine’s in my purse.” She looked as vapid as she had seemed, “So we can get more angles.”
“Listen to my angel, sparky,” He laughed and she took off at a run to rummage through my purse. Twit. Matthew let me down and settled my butt on the foot of the bed.
“Angels are better than princesses,” I told him.
“Hey!” Raena lifted on hand straight off the bed, “There’s no evidence of that.”
“My princess has a point,” Matthew laughed.
“I’m ready,” Sara said, “Her phone is so much nicer than mine.”
“You ready, Gwendolyn?” We looked over to our other camerawoman. She gave Matthew a thumbs up.
“Oh, thank crap!” I grabbed Matthew’s hand and dragged it around to the zipper of my dress.
“God, you’re eager,” He kissed me hard. I almost swooned as the sound of my zipper felt like it echo in my brain.
“She’s worse than Courtney,” Gwendolyn agreed. I heard alarm bells. Courtney? I was breathing heavy as Matthew lifted off of me. My purple dress came off so easy as he retreated a little. I looked to my left and Sara was filming my bra. To my right, Raena was slowly twisting on her hip to watch me. Gwendolyn was just past my friend. I looked up at Matthew.
“Let me guess, Courtney’s another blonde,” I really hammed up the “another”. I was proud of my eyeroll. Gwendolyn appreciated it. She lost her shot for laughing.
“Yeah,” Matthew chuckled, “Now help me with this. Lift your butt.”
“Ok,” I said looking around, “But the butt’s for later.”
When he looked at me I hoped he couldn’t see through my false bravado. My feet kicked free as my dress was left in a heap beyond the foot of the bed. He kissed my belly button and I giggled. I guess I was a little panicked.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to your butt when it’s time,” He promised me and lifted my left leg. I squealed as he slapped me just below the ass, “I have a woman to make of you.”
“Yeah, you’re all talk,” I sighed and rolled my eyes. I didn’t know I could make that sound as Matthew lifted me up by the shoulders and dragged me up to the pillows. Was my hair a mess? Why was I worried about that? Oh my God, get out of my face Sara! Raena stop watching me!
“She’s getting really red,” Gwendolyn chuckled.
“She’s just getting started,” Matthew correct her.
“Yeah, cuddly!” It didn’t work as the put down I tried to make it, “An angel needs to get going.”
“You’ve created a monster,” Gwendolyn laughed.
I attacked Matthew. I had to kiss him for two reasons. One, I needed him to touch me. Two, I didn’t want him trading wits with Gwendolyn when it was my fucking turn. My turn fucking. I left my face in his hands and squirmed to reach my bra clasp. I didn’t mean to bite his lip that hard.
“Crazy angel,” He smirked as I pulled aside my bra. If his face was any way to judge, I have incredible tits. Raena’s are small and round and stick off with a big space between them. Mine were large on me. Round and even on my back they were still aimed at Matthew. His face descended on me. I didn’t realize what I was missing with Zach. I felt amazing just to be the center of attention. I felt better to know it was because I was sexual or was becoming sexual. Months of chaste kisses and aborted make outs traded in for filthy need and rapacious hunger. Bye Zach. Lying shit.
Raena grabbed my fingers and I felt bad that I pulled away from her. I would’ve turned to reassure her with a smile. We were in this together, though I was glad that we had turns, for the moment. That blowjob we shared was weird. I’d be licking more than her face of cum tonight bet.
“Oh, fuck me!” I shouted as Matthew’s teeth teased my nipple. I tugged at his hair. He looked up at me with a half frown. I couldn’t speak for how hard I was biting my lip. It took a second and then another heartbeat but I used words like a big girl, “I don’t want to be a virgin at all.”
“OK, geez, don’t be a slave driver or nothing,” Matthew laughed and lifted off of me. He reached into my panties. I reached with him. He was a cunt for how slow he took them off. All the wiggling and kicking I did had no effect to hurry him. Raena was too close now. Her hand was on my belly. I grabbed it and she smiled. With my other hand I pushed her back by the forehead so I could see him.
Matthew was so much bigger than I was. If I had another of me there’d probably still be need for a small dog to fill out a Matthew. If I had another of me, I’d claw her eyes out for trying to take my turn. I smiled wickedly and Matthew smiled back.
“This was hard for Raena,” He told me, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But you’ll drive me crazy for the waiting? Jackass.”
“I like her,” Sara chuckled, “Does she come in blonde?”
I couldn’t stop laughing for that shitty joke. I gave her camera the finger and turned and blew Gwendolyn’s a kiss. It was important. I opened my legs and walked my ankles around Matthew’s knees. I reached for him and he laced his fingers with mine. So did Raena. I tried not to look at her.
Cocks. In porn they’re massive. Matthew’s didn’t look like a porn cock. He still looked crazy big though. Raena squeezed my fingers and I squeezed Matthew’s. He was lining up at my cunt. I watched, glad I hadn’t opted for the landing strip. I had the full view. He was dark, a big red-purple head pressed into the slight bulge of my lips. I held my breath and that might have been a mistake.
“She is so wet,” He told Gwendolyn. I had to close my eyes when he made her touch me and find out. I felt her fingers swirling once around my clit. Shit! That felt good! I opened my eyes and wished Sara and Gwen could shoot from just a little further away. Matthew’s cock dragged down my cunt to where it opened.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I wasn’t certain if I was whispering swears or just hyperventilating. This was it. Heartbeats swiftly ran by. Please! I can almost be certain I didn’t beg verbally. Matthew squeezed my fingers.
I braced for impact. Matthew stretched me as I was entered. He was only just in I felt a weird feeling, like I was strangling the dick inside me. His cock was a monster and it felt like it was pushing me out. He stopped. I glared at him. He seemed surprised but he slipped in further slower. There was no sharp pain. Wasn’t I supposed to tear? I felt like I was being torn in two. The insides of my cheeks were being crushed by my molars. My nostrils flared as I chased a forgotten breath with a gasp.
“It’s different than Raena’s,” Matthew discussed with Gwendolyn in awe.
“Women are different,” She shrugged.
“So that’s what that means,” He tried to say but I had pulled his mouth to me. I had to start making out with his cheek before he’d turn and give me his lips and tongue. I was licking and biting and kissing and then he started moving inside of me.
“Yes!” I squealed and grew embarrassed at the note I hit. My next “Yes!” was oddly deep and I gave up trying to modulate it. It was the best feeling in the world. His cock stroked out and jutted in. I wish I could even guess how fast he was going. Was this gentle? Was this faster? I couldn’t guess, not right away. I had been crazy ready for this. He was no one I could have imagined in a hundred years. Raena squeezed my fingers.
I was horribly embarrassed. Sara’s camera was on my face. Gwendolyn’s camera was somewhere else. The spectacle didn’t bother me. I looked to Raena and she was bug-eyed. I had made a claim to my friend and I was going to be fucked if I lied like she had.
“Why are you laughing, Tiffany?” Matthew asked sweetly. I kissed him but couldn’t hold in the giggles.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed amongst the crazy.
“Don’t be, I just—”
“I said I’d do this.” I interrupted him and almost missed the scowl on Sara’s face. I flashed her another middle finger. Actually, it was the same one. I had witnessed Raena earlier. I started rolling my hips. Wow! Matthew took my hand back. I moved. If I moved fast Matthew matched it. I wanted faster. There was ache that went with the pleasure. He felt too big. He fit me perfectly. I licked and kissed his face. And I giggled every now and then.
“Her blush shows up clearer in her tits,” Sara commented. I still had my tan lines. I was jealous or Raena. I could see her envy of me. She liked it too. She had cum. Would I cum? I never had before. I had stopped myself when I had masturbated. I was terrified if I got addicted to it, I’d have pressured Zach into something he wasn’t ready for. Fuck him for not fucking me. I knew that once the novelty, the endorphin and the adrenaline slipped away I’d hate myself for thinking badly of Zach. Right now it felt good. Everything felt better.
“Look at her go,” Gwendolyn added her thoughts in, “Think how nuts she’ll be when she’s on top.”
That image. Matthew below me as I sat up. In my mind his cock was reaching to my throat. I moved faster and Matthew panted harder. Was it supposed to build up? I had been horny but it wasn’t a climb, fast or slow, that pleasure kicked me in the head.
“Oh my God!” I screamed as Raena yowled. I think I crushed her fingers, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I was still screaming. Still shaking. Still I don’t know what. The pressure eased and my cunt felt like Matthew was shocking it every time he drove into me. I don’t know if I was helping anymore. I couldn’t imagine I was part of this. I felt weightless and I cried out.
“Watch his face! Watch his face or you’ll miss it!” Raena hissed into my ear. I looked up, opening my eyes. There were tears from how tightly I crushed my eyes closed. Matthew was above me. He pressed his forehead into mine. I didn’t realize how I had folded him up to make him kiss me. I wanted to say something but I didn’t. Not even another “Yes!” Though that feeling on my cunt was weighing on me. This time I could feel it coming for me. I would cum for him. Just a little longer.
Matthew’s grunts and moans were visceral. His whole throat was taught and his body was slick with sweat. He was literally so hot. I opened my mouth, almost to breathe. I was up at wall. Push through it! I couldn’t beg. Matthew howled.
“Angel!” He growled at me.
“Wizard,” I whispered to his ear. My eyes went wide. Still right at the edge as he stuttered. I could feel him spurting inside me. I imagined myself drowning from the wrong end. I rose my hips up dragging my clit side to side on his pelvic bone. He huffed and just before he collapsed I was rotten again.
“Tiffany... Tiffany...” Raena was begging me but I squeezed myself tighter into Matthew’s arms. My cum was gone but my body refused to stop quivering.
“If you let me in there we can do more,” Sara’s voice was so bland when she wasn’t talking to Matthew or joking for Matthew. At least I could hear emotion whenever Gwendolyn talked around him. I reached back and swatted her away.
“Matthew,” I let him brush my hair out of my face, “Don’t let me go.”
“Not tonight,” He promised me and kissed me lightly on the lips, “But there’s still lots left to do.”
Not tonight. I could live with not tonight.
Geoffrey Lahey — Tuesday, June 30th, 2015
“God, you’re a complete mess,” I had come down the stairs into our living room to find Lara spread out over my sofa. She was dressed, for a given value of dressed, in a filthy t-shirt two sizes too large for her and crooked pink panties, “I can’t believe I let you stay here.”
“Thank you! You’re the best!” She blew me a kiss. Fucking slut. I rolled my eyes and walked over to get a late breakfast. Her mangy sabertooth cat shoulder tackled my ankle. The monster made me sympathetic to ten year old aspiring serial killers. I swept him aside with my other foot and he purred happily. Dumb as he was ugly. Normally I’d have a hard-boiled egg and maybe an apple. I grabbed the Froot Loops from the cupboard.
“Fucking hell! If you’re going to eat my food at least put the empty boxes in the garbage.” I hissed. I had never been in a bad mood as long as I had since I had let Lara and her hellbeast crash on my couch. I looked over at her.
“Oh, um, sorry,” She stretched yawning, “The milk might be empty too.”
“Fuck off,” I grumbled, forced into a healthier choice this morning. I wanted sugar.
“I’m going to get a shower,” She decided taking off her t-shirt and leaving it on the couch.
“Well hurry up, I need you out of here tonight,” I slid the saucepan onto the stove to boil.
“Wait, what?” She stopped. She was pretty and naked and entirely the wrong gender.
“I’ve got people coming over and you’re not invited,” I explained tersely, “If I lock your cat in my room will he destroy my stuff.”
“Don’t lock up Manson,” She told me.
“Well unless you’re going to take him with you,” I pushed the cat away with my foot for the third time.
“Why can’t I stay?”
“Dude, I’ve given you a place to crash for a few weeks. I think I can ask you to fuck off for a night or two.”
“But—” She looked at me. Her eyes flicked down at her body. “Ugh, who’s coming over? A date?”
“Get your shower,” I told her. She looked pathetic as she slunk into the washroom. Sneering, I spooned an egg into the boiling water. I calmed myself down when the beast rubbed itself against my leg. I didn’t kick him away despite every feeling I had. Ignoring Manson, I knew he was named for Marilyn not Charles the cat had a dead white eye, I walked over to the couch. Lara’s clothes were strewn over the cushions. Girl needed a new wardrobe. Girl needed a job. I tossed her clothes aside and flipped the cushions. She had a wheelie bag of her clothes. Apparently the rest of her stuff was still bagged up at Paul’s. I hoped Lara would move on to a different circle of friends to sponge off soon. I looked around. She had been here less than a week and this place was twice as messy than I ever let it get.
Lara came out naked again toweling her hair as was I vacuumed the living room. She squatted at her wheelie bag and was digging through her shit when Tamara came up the stairs. I hadn’t heard the door thanks to the vacuum and my headphones. Manson was busy attacking the vacuum. My sister yelped to see the naked blonde sniffing her own dirty panties.
“Geoff!” Tamara shouted as Lara panicked. She dragged her suitcase into the washroom and slammed the door. She had left a trail of littered clothes behind her. I shoved Manson off the vacuum with my foot hoping I could sic him on Tamara. He just meowed at my sister and went back to his death battle with the Dyson. I finished up the vacuuming, there wasn’t much, as Tamara waited.
“Why are you here?” I asked her as turned off the vacuum and popped out my earbuds.
“I got drunk last night and I crashed nearby. Do you want to get breakfast?”
“No, I just ate,” I shrugged. I wasn’t going to get any fatter than I was.
“Do you mind if I order something then?”
“Are you joining us tonight or going out with someone again? A guy?”
“I wish. No, I hooked up with Ruby’s cousin. I cannot keep up with Misty and Joy. The third one at least got as sick as I did,” She belched. Lara peaked out of the bathroom. We looked over and I guess she was waiting for an audience. She had picked a short leather skirt and a Pretty Reckless t-shirt. Tamara raised an eyebrow at me.
“Lara, Tamara,” I pointed at each girl.
“Hey,” Tamara seemingly let the girl’s nudity drop. If only Lara showed as much social grace. She looked over to me, “Aren’t you friends with Matt Reid? Cause, I’ve been hearing stories—”
“Hey, um, I’m not fucking Geoffrey,” She hurried over Tamara with a lot of hand talking.
“Yeah, he wouldn’t be interested in you,” Tamara shrugged.
“What? Why would you say that?” Lara steamed up.
“Cause he’s gay,” Tamara declared, “You still like cock, don’tcha bro?”
“More than you,” I deadpanned. Tamara laughed. I looked over at a too quiet Lara.
“Can you put your bag in the closet? And pick up the rest of your clothes?” She shifted out of her funk. It was more of question of her capabilities than a request.
“Yeah,” She sighed. She squatted down, she was wearing underwear. Wonder of wonders. She stuffed her clothes and zipped the bag, “Can I come back at all tonight?”
“After two.” I decided out of thin air. Everyone would either be drunk or gone by then. She would need to sleep.
“Oh, who’re you!” Tamara squealed sweetly as the cat had made his way to her legs. “Oh!” She tried to pick him up but thank God he hissed and ran away. I didn’t want him on my couch. He settled behind my feet. I knocked him away with my heel but he just came back.
“Did he scratch you?” Lara asked.
“No, just ran off,” Tamara pouted. She looked Lara up and down, “Where did you come from?”
“I was dating a friend of ours,” She gestured to me, “But we broke up.”
“And why are you here?” Tamara pushed. Lara shut down. Yeah, thanks for putting it on me, bitch.
“The apartment was in Paul’s name,” I sighed, “He left her homeless so she’s here for a few weeks until she can find a new place.”
“A few weeks?” Lara shivered.
“Paul? Hong? Oh my God!” Tamara’s excitement didn’t let me think about Lara at that moment, “That guy’s a dog and about as smart.”
“Hey, don’t make fun of my friends,” I rebuked her, “At least not until they can hear you. And besides, you just said you went out with Misty last night.”
“Misty’s not stupid. More like reckless,” She gestured happily at Lara’s t-shirt. It did have the word Reckless on it. Well done, Tamara. I think she caught the sarcasm in my eyes. It made her smile even more broadly.
“Who’s Misty?” Lara asked.
“Matthew’s little sister,” I answered.
“Little’s subjective, she’s an amazon.”
“Blonde?” Lara asked over grinding teeth.
“Ish.” Tamara shrugged, “Hey, stickman over here won’t eat with me. Do you want to go for breakfast?”
“Are you buying?” Lara perked up.
“No.” I could hear at least four layers of scorn. Tamara was very lovely at hating.
“Oh, somewhere cheap then?”
“And greasy,” Tamara nodded.
“I’ll probably head downtown after breakfast,” Lara looked over to me.
“Why would I care? I’m not your mom.”
“I’m just—”
“Whatever, try looking for an apartment while you’re out,” I sighed.