It’s eleven O’clock on a Saturday night, and I am slightly buzzed, sitting at Noah’s bar and watching Loryn make a fool of herself around three different men. My mind cannot get off of what Noah said to me yesterday.
How were we so comfortable with talking about that?
He has no shame discussing his sex life. And I truly enjoy listening. Which is a little weird to admit. And what’s blowing my mind is that I’d sleep with him, but oddly enough, there feels like no emotional attachment between us.
Okay! I’m lying to myself.
That kiss! There was something in that kiss that I cannot explain. What Noah doesn’t know is it’s been months since I’ve had sex or kissed a guy, so maybe that’s why, but that kiss was fucking intense. He was hard in his office in the middle of the day and tried to defend it. What he didn’t know was that I was wet, and the more he talked about sex with that Megan lady, the more drenched I became.
“Harper!” Loryn calls out. “Come dance with us. There are three of them and only one of me. We need two more ladies. I can’t take three guys. That isn’t right.”
“You can.” One of the guys argues with a smile while getting too close to her.
“She can’t,” I argue and stand up, knowing I can most likely kick all three of their asses. “And if you think she can, I’ll prove to you why you can’t, by breaking your hands and slowly chopping off your dicks with a dull knife.”
“Jesus, lady!” One of the men exclaims in terror. “I would never force any woman if that is what you’re thinking.”
“You might not,” I argue and point to his friend. “But his comment tells me he would.”
“Chill,” Loryn argues. “Harper, it’s fine. I’m not that drunk to allow any of them to do that to me…” She pauses and runs her finger along the nose of the only guy who’s yet to talk. “But he might be the one I can take home with me.”
He’s the most innocent one.
“Okay,” I say, and turn back around to sit back in my chair. “As long as you’re okay.”
I grab my drink and analyze the quieter-than-usual bar. The music is loud, and people are dancing. But I’ve been to this bar enough to know it’s considered a slow Saturday night. I’m here often enough to pick up a second job as a bartender. Noah would give me the job in a heartbeat, but questions why I’d need it with the company I am about to be working for full-time. I wonder what he’s up to.
It doesn’t matter what Noah is doing. It’s none of my damn business. He’s not my boyfriend. And even though I know more about his sex life than his ex-wife, we are just friends…a friend I’d sleep with.
NOT a discussion I need to have with myself. What I need to do is get a little more buzzed, go home, fall asleep, and prepare for a busy Sunday.
“Hey.” A guy's voice grabs my attention. I look over and see a big, burly guy. He must weigh three hundred pounds. His arms are built, but his stomach hangs far over his belt. He has a scruffy beard and what looks like a few missing teeth as he smiles. I’m not one to judge, but the foul smell coming from him turns me away.
“No.” I’m quick to say and stand up. “I’m not interested, and I have a boyfriend.”
His smile quickly fades. “You don’t have to be a bitch about it.”
“Excuse me?” Loryn comes barreling over. “Listen mother fucker. I heard you from over there. The lady said no, and she meant no. Calling her a bitch was uncalled for. If you don’t walk away, I’m going to shove this beer bottle so far up your ass that your nose will become a brewery with every sneeze.”
The big burly man chuckles. “Okay, lady. I don’t want any craziness around me.”
She smiles. “Good. Harper, let's go home.”
Half an hour later, I can't believe she brought that innocent-looking guy back to our house. He seems nice, but as I head toward my bedroom, my brain cannot get over the fact that he seems a little too innocent. Loryn usually picks a little wilder guys when she does bring them home. He’s…vanilla.
I peel off my tight backless shirt and quickly strip out of my pants. I whip the blanket up and jump into bed, already feeling that comforting feeling.
I sigh happily and rub my face into my pillow. It’s only slightly past midnight, but thanks to my tired eyes, I’ll sleep well tonight. I even considered staying up a little longer to read more of Noah's book, but I’d rather not. That would be a distraction.
A growing sound grabs my attention. I noticed it as soon as I lay down, but now it’s getting louder. It sounds like clicking or tapping or…Oh my God! It’s coming from Loryn’s room. Is that her bed tapping against the wall?
The tapping gets louder…yep!
The walls in this place block out sound, but not enough because her muffled moans are starting to bleed through them along with the tapping. And they sound pleasurable. I mean, good for her, I guess. If the innocent boy is rocking her world, she needs it.
I swipe my phone to quickly text her. “You’re loud!”
The tapping slows, and her moans quiet down. And…yep! She sent a message.
“He’s not vanilla!” She writes, which makes me chuckle.
I can’t lie to myself. I’m getting slightly turned on between their moans and the tapping against the wall. Maybe I should read and ‘solo’ it.
Jesus! Get my mind out of the gutter and slap on some fucking headphones!
The tapping of her headboard is a constant repetitive tapping, which, from my experience, tells me they aren’t far from being done. Maybe then I can get some sleep. Or just put on my headphones. My blanket is warm and comfortable enough to help me pass out quickly. My alerted pussy is not comfortable. It is well aware of the noises coming from Loryn/s room.
My phone lights up, illuminating my darkened room. Noah texted me.
“Question.” He writes.
“It’s almost one in the morning.” I write back. “Why do you have a question so late?”
“Did Loryn take a guy named Brent home tonight?”
“Yeah.” I write with surprise. “How in the world did you know that?”
“He sent me a picture of his weekend hook-up. Brent is one of my employees whom I hang out with from time to time. He’s a good guy. But I was just surprised how he was able to snag Loryn. She’s a good-looking girl and he’s…a good guy…too good and innocent.”
“I’ve learned.” I write back. “But if you heard the sound of her bed tapping against the wall right now and her muffled moans through the thick walls of this place, you’d think Brent wasn’t so innocent.”
“Damn!” He’s quick to write. “You have to deal with that? Put on some headphones. Unless you’re into those types of things.”
“Gross!” I write back, knowing a small part of me is into it. At least, my pussy is telling me I am. “No, Noah. I am not into it. And I’m going to put some headphones on. It’s unfair to my lower extremities that she gets to have that, and they can't.”
“Are you kidding, Harper? I feel like that would be the least of your concerns. Although we are friends, so I shouldn’t have to say this, I don’t see you having any issues finding a man. You are gorgeous. You should have an active sex life. And! You never did tell me how long it’s been since you’ve had sex.”
He forces a smile on my face as I flip over and onto my stomach. “It’s almost one in the morning, Noah. This is not a discussion I prefer to have right now. But if you must know, it’s been almost two months.”
“Holy shit! You must have cobwebs and dust sitting down there.”
I scoff but laugh behind it. “Asshole. Unlike you, I do pleasure myself. I keep myself…” I pause, trying to figure out how to write the next part. “Like an engine, I keep up with the maintenance.”
“Well, you’re changing me too. I decided to try your theory.”
Now I’m curious, and he’s keeping me awake. “What theory?”
“I pleasured myself.”
“Shut the fuck up! How did it go? I cannot believe we are friends who can have a conversation like this. But now I’m wildly curious. The man who doesn’t pleasure himself unless it’s an emergency finally does. And you lied, by the way. Your book states you do pleasure yourself.”
“That was only when I wanted to punish her. And even then, I never had to finish myself off. She always did it for me. And last night went south when I tried to pleasure myself.”
“How so?”
“I’ll talk later. My charger is nowhere to be found, and my phone is at one percent. I’m serious, I’ll even send you a pic of it.”
“Fine!” I write. “Have a good night. What made you text me in the first place if you knew your phone was about to die?”
“I didn’t think we’d have a long conversation. Goodnight, Harper.”
As I raise my head, I realize Noah kept me busy enough to get me through the ‘Loryn sex adventure’. No more tapping and no more moaning. Thank God it’s done. Maybe I can finally sleep now.
“One more thing.” My phone reads as it passes my eyes.
“What?”
“Why are you so comfortable discussing my sex life and a small part of yours?”
“Because I don’t tell you much about mine and yours is already public knowledge. I guess it’s weird to say, but it doesn’t bother me.”
“Would it bother you if you walked in on me having sex with some random woman?”
I shrug, even though he’s not here. “I think so. I’d rather not see another naked woman.”
“So, you’re saying you’d see me naked?”
“I’m not doing this. Goodnight.”
“Do you see me naked when you read my book?”
I’m not telling him that I pleasure myself with the sight of him naked in my head.
“I’m not doing this.” I write back. “And what do you think the answer is to that? And what does it matter? It’s not like we are ever going to have sex. We are cool friends. And from my understanding of what you’ve said all week, friends are all you want to be. Am I right?”
“Goodnight, Harper.”
I gasp in disgust. That asshole! “You do not get to leave me with a question.”
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