Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... But I was also doing the sticky underpants walk again. Some alone time under the covers sounded nice.

The next morning, Heather opened my door full of excitement. "Guess what bitch? I've got a lead! Apparently, the whole wrestling team celebrates at Oakland's Dive after their meets. So we can just— Mel? What is that? You look like a crazy person."

I fluttered Davin's athletic top at her. "Oh my god," she said. "Is that his? Did you steal that?"

"Not exactly." I couldn't suppress my big self-satisfied grin.

"You hooked up with him?" Heather said.

I realized, right then, that I'd made a mistake. Heather wasn't excitedly surfing on my crappy carpet. She was slumped, dismayed. All the excitement just wooshed out of her.

"It was just a blowie," I said. I sounded mousey and small in the quiet room.

"Just a blowie?" For a second Heather started to puff up with anger. I wished she would. Angry Heather was leagues better than what I got instead. "Mel. I thought we were going to do this together?" said betrayed Heather. "We are! We can! He was right there Heather, I had to go for it."

Heather's eyes flickered back and forth between mine like she was trying to decipher an unexpected test question.

"I thought you'd be excited," I whispered.

She left.

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Kristen was going to be a good lawyer. About half way through recounting my night with Davin, she started to figure it out.

"Okay, fine, Heather sorta has a thing for him too," I admitted, when ...

... faced with the full power of her deposition.

My dinner buddy's expression confirmed what I'd been slowly coming to terms with over the weekend. I'd made a real ass of myself.

"Well, I still want details," Kristen said. I had just been getting to the good part, with Davin's pants about to come off.

It was strange giving the dirty rundown to someone besides Heather. I had to catch myself a few times when I almost forgot who I was talking to, and the regret hit me again. But Kristen was an eager listener. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, so that I didn't have to spin my filthy tale too loud in the nice restaurant.

"That's it?" she said, when I wrapped things up by describing how I'd picked Davin's shirt as my prize. She sounded unsatisfied. But she didn't look it. Kristen had a far off look in her eyes, like she was imagining what her own hoe life might have been like.

"Yeah," I said lamely.

"You weren't on the rag," Kristen accused. "We went to the bathroom together, I would have noticed."

"Yeah."

She came back to earth then, and really put me on the witness stand. Talking about my hookup with Davin must have emotionally opened me up, because I was answering her probing questions without much thought to it. And by the time I realized I was in trouble, it was too late.

Kristen waggled her finger right at my chest. Putting the last pieces together as she spoke, "Okay, okay. I get it now. You and Heather weren't competing. You were— Damn girl, ...