Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... else for days. Well, except how much of a bitch you are."

I bit back the instinct to apologize again. Party out of pride, but also because it seemed unproductive. Heather knew I was sorry. She could take that or leave it. I knew what she really wanted now was supplication. "So what's my punishment then?"

"Oh, I dunno," Heather said, in a way that made it very clear she did know and probably had for a while now. "But you'd better skip meals that day, just to be safe."

Gulp. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked.

"Oh, don't be a baby. You'll love it."

"No, I mean, the threesome." I picked through my words carefully, trying to find the least accusatory way to say things. I settled with, "I don't want to hurt you again."

"Yeah," Heather sighed. "It's probably not a good idea. But fuck it, Mel. I wanna do it anyway."

When I didn't reply, she squeezed my hand in hers, almost painfully. "And I missed my number one hoe. Come on, bitch. Tell me you're still in," she said.

The knotted excitement that had led me to Davin's bedroom in the first place was suddenly back. But it was a sort of melancholy thrill this time. "This kind of thing ruins friendships, Heather." I squeezed her interlaced fingers. "I like being your friend."

Heather started to say something, but cut herself off almost immediately.

"What?" I asked. "Just say it."

Heather yanked me closer so that we walked sides pressed together. Surprisingly, it was less awkward. I felt the roll ...

... of her hips and stepped in time with them. "I love you too Melly," she said, her hands tight around mine. "But not in a gay way."

"I'm confused," I confessed.

Heather tried to lean her head on my shoulder. It probably worked nicely with boys, but our heights were too similar. Still, I leaned my head against her in response, so our temples could jostle against each other. Her hair had picked up some of the dusty smell of the old campus buildings, but underneath, were roses.

"I think we can do it," Heather said. "We're hoes. We've been like, training for this."

I snorted.

"Plus," she continued, "are we going to get jealous over Davin? I mean, come on."

"You kinda already did?"

"Bitch, I did not!" Heather unattached her head from mine. She shook her hair. Gold curls smacked rudely, but silkily, across my face. "The only fuck up so far has been that we didn't freak together."

"I'm sorry."

"Ugh, you can stop saying that now."

I shot a glance at Heather. She caught my eye, just for a moment, before the oscillation of her curls broke the line. But I think she saw me smile at her. "Just trying to reduce my punishment."

"You're back in? Don't tease me bitch."

"If you really think we can do it, yeah."

I loved the sound of her ear splitting squeal.

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"How do you feel about cream pies?" Heather asked a few days later. We were in our usual dorm room spots. She was lying on my bed, biochem textbook in front of her. I was in the swivel chair. ...