Dane
“Another round?” the bartender asks and I nod, taking my wallet out. While he moves to get three cheap draft beers for us, I look over my shoulder at Andrew and Avril joking and laughing with each other. My gaze scans the interior of the dive bar we decided to come to tonight as the nostalgia was running high. Avril, Andrew, and I had been invited by our alma mater to speak to an entrepreneurial faculty board on how to develop and support students.
Rather than fly back to Vegas, the three of us decided to take an afternoon off to walk around campus, meet up with some old professors, and to have a few beers at one of our favorite haunts. We’ve been here a few hours now, and it’s a bit of a transport back in time. We haven’t discussed work, but reminisced about the good times the three of us had while going to college.
It’s like it always used to be, yet it’s not.
Not when I’m looking at Avril differently these days.
She told me three days ago she wanted to think about our sexual future together, and I gladly afforded her the time. Avril knows what no-holds-barred sex is like now, with the freedom to indulge without any guilt or consequences. Whether she can continue that with me remains still to be seen.
And while I’m not pushing her for an answer, I’ve been hopeful she’d decide soon so I can either press forward with getting to know every inch of her body, or I can go back to the way things were. I’ve been to The Wicked Horse every night since I ate her pussy on my desk, waiting to see if she’d show. I spent most of the time in The Apartment playing poker and watching the video feeds.
She never came. I left at the end of each night doubting the merits of my suggestion we keep fucking each other.
I told her the truth. I have no regrets about what we’ve done because I’m not a regretful kind of guy. I’m not careless with my friends’ emotions, but Avril is the one who invited me to play first. She also willingly played the second time at my demand, so I know she was all in. She’s also a smart woman, and she knew the limited confines by which we could be together.
So, no… no regrets about her. I’m confident if she chooses to move on, our friendship won’t even take a hit.
But Andrew is a different matter.
Avril and I haven’t discussed how this could affect Andrew. Or if he should even know about it. It’s a sticky situation, but I can’t worry about that right now. And it’s not like Andrew isn’t fully aware of Avril’s newfound desires at The Wicked Horse. He shared an intimate moment with her. Not as intimate as the two of us had, but it put a new spin on the friendship.
The bartender sets the mugs down and makes change for me. I leave him a five-dollar tip and carry the brews back to the table we’re occupying. We’re the oldest patrons in here by far. We’ve gotten a few side looks from students, which I find to be amusing.
As I set the beers down, I hear Andrew say with a roar of a laugh as he slams his palm on the table. “Remember that time Dane got caught fucking the quarterback’s girlfriend in one of the men’s bathroom stalls?”
Avril laughs and nods. “And the quarterback broke his index finger punching Dane and couldn’t start for the next three games?”
“Oh, shut the fuck up, you two,” I growl, but I’m grinning on the inside. God, I was a fucking manwhore back then, willing to fuck any wet pussy. Since then, my tastes are a little more discerning. When I’m not getting my rocks off at the club, I’ve got several go-to ladies who make great dates to functions and give amazing blow jobs as well.
“You’ve not changed over the years,” Andrew says as he continues to laugh good-naturedly, his words slightly slurred. We’ve been pounding the beers tonight. “Just now getting it in a sex club.”
My eyes cut to Avril’s, and I see her watching Andrew with the same surprise I feel that he’s brought up the club. He’s not mentioned it once since the last time we talked about it, which was over a month ago. I’m not sure if he knows Avril and I’ve been regularly going and running into each other.
He certainly has no clue that we’ve been intimate together.
“Speaking of sex clubs,” Andrew continues, not for a moment noticing Avril and I went still the moment he brought The Wicked Horse up. “I’m thinking of going back. Figured if my two buds are going, why shouldn’t I, right?”
Avril looks to me. I can see the worry there, but I’m not sure what the worry is for.
That she and I might be fucking there one night and Andrew walk in?
Or perhaps it’s just a general worry that Andrew says he’s going to go for no other reason than Avril and I are getting our kicks there. That’s absolutely the wrong reason to go to a sex club because not everyone’s frame of mind is built to handle it. Andrew’s the lover and dreamer of our group. He’s the one who wants marriage and kids. Had his last girlfriend not so thoroughly broken his heart when she left him about six months ago, he might have ventured into some serious dating by now to try to find his soul mate.
I give Andrew a slight punch to his shoulder and a huge grin. “Come on, buddy. Drink up. We got better things to talk about than sex.”
“Nothing’s better than sex,” Andrew says in disagreement. “But I wouldn’t know since I’m not getting any lately.”
“I don’t think you’d get much from The Wicked Horse,” Avril says to Andrew, and our gazes slide to her. “You’ve never been a one-night-stand kind of guy. You fuck with your heart, Drew. There’s no place for heart in a sex club.”
I have to grit my teeth so my jaw doesn’t drop over Avril’s insanely accurate wisdom, not only about our buddy but about the people who go to a sex club. Sure, there are loving, monogamous couples who go there to engage in public sex or to swing, but for the most part, the single members just go to fuck and forget about it.
Andrew winces, giving a pained look to Avril. “And you’re okay with that?”
Avril looks down to her beer a moment as if she’s contemplating the right words. When she looks back up, she takes a tiny breath and says, “I’ve found a side of me I didn’t know existed, Andrew. I found it that night you and I first went there. And I think you know deep down that while it might have been a pleasurable experience, it’s not really who you are. Otherwise, you would have been back by now.”
The truth of Avril’s words slam into me, and I suddenly realize… she’s so much more like me than Andrew is. I realize all too clearly that it’s not a guy or girl thing. You’re either into dirty fucking or you’re not, and Andrew just isn’t.
Avril’s eyes come to me, and she sees I get it. I can also tell by the look in her eyes that I have my answer from her.
♦
The door opens just a second after I knock, which means she was waiting there for me. She steps backward as I walk into her hotel room, shutting the door behind me. I’m slightly drunk, as is Avril, but it’s not going to change a thing.
“Best friends with benefits, right?” she says in a husky voice.
I nod as I advance toward her. “And the benefits are just that… benefits. Nothing beyond.”
“Still maintaining a perfect balance of professionalism by day and dirty fucking at The Wicked Horse by night,” she returns with a sly grin as she takes another step backward.
“We’re not at The Wicked Horse right now,” I point out as I take one long step to wrap my hand around the back of her neck.
Avril’s head tilts back, and she looks at me with those large, blue eyes filled with nothing but confidence in the choice she’s made. “I suppose we can make a few exceptions.”
I give her a smile before leaning down to press my mouth to hers. She moans and opens, letting my tongue inside. I waste no time as seduction isn’t necessary. My free hand pops the button on her jeans before it dives down the front, my middle finger sliding through silky wetness before plunging in deep.
“Yes,” Avril whispers as her hips tilt inward to pull my finger in deeper.
I lift my mouth from hers, pumping my finger in deeper. Her face is awash with pleasure, eyes fluttered closed to savor the feeling. Pulling my finger out, I press it over her clit and start to rub in small circles. Avril moans, and I watch her face contort as she bites at her lower lip.
My finger moves faster, and her hips respond, bucking and gyrating against me.
So hot.
“Dane, I’m going to—”
She comes with a cry as her eyes fly open and lock with mine, looking almost stunned by how fast that just happened.
“Goddamn it,” I growl as I continue to rub against her sensitive clit. “Get naked, Avril. Please hurry so I can do that again.”
She blinks a few times, and then she’s pulling my hand out of her pants. Clothes start flying as we race to full nudity.
And then we’re on the bed and my tongue is back in her mouth while her hand grips my cock to stroke it. I can’t help thrusting against her a few times before realizing that’s just not enough.
I flip her onto her back, planting one hand on the mattress by her head. She guides me to her entrance and when the head nudges against her wet folds, I can’t control the hiss of pleasure that escapes my mouth.
We stare at each other, and this is the point of no going back from this dangerous game we decided to play with each other.
Bringing my other hand to her face, I cup her jaw and bend down to peer at her. “I trust no one in this world more than you. Do you want me to put a condom on?”
Avril’s eyes go warm and she gives me a sweet smile. “You don’t need to with me. I trust no one more than you, so you tell me we’re good to fuck bare, we’re good to fuck bare.”
God, just hearing Avril drop the word “fuck” in that throaty, sexy way is almost unbearable. But she’s given me the all clear. No other words are needed between us, and I thrust into her with a hard punch of my hips.
Avril’s back arches, and she cries out from the invasion. Her pussy is tight, wet, and hot, and may be the best thing my dick has ever felt in its life.
It scares the shit out of me that it’s quite possibly the best pussy I’ve ever felt in my life because it’s Avril’s pussy. Because I know the woman behind this pleasure.
Avril opens her eyes and smiles at me, tilting her hips a little to encourage me to move.
Beautiful eyes.
Always thought so.
Filled with trust that what we’re doing is okay and won’t hurt us down the road.
I hope to God she’s right, because I know before I even come that things have once again changed between us.