Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... armrests of my chair, so I had to part my knees around her. She smelled buttery, and a little floral.

"Listen bitch," she said. Her lips were so close that the words hit mine still hot. "I'll eat your messy cunt. Maybe I'll even like it."

"Don't call it that," I mumbled. But Heather's promise was like being hit by a truck, only in reverse. Instead of blowing me back into the chair, it pulled me into her like an implosion. I leaned into her, searching for her lips.

But what I kissed was not glossy and pink. Instead, for a humiliating moment, I made out with two fingers, held vertical, between us.

"But if you fall in love with me I will trash your fucking heart," Heather finished.

I slumped back into my chair. "I'm so confused," I whined.

"But horny?" asked Heather.

"Unbelievably." I was too emotionally whiplashed to do anything but tell the truth.

Heather's face followed mine as I leaned back in the chair. Her eyes were sparkling. Her lips stayed just out of kissing distance. "Perfect. Let's do it tonight," she said.

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Davin's jaw didn't literally hit the floor. But it did hang slack.

"Brought your shirt," I said brightly, gesturing to Heather, who was wearing it. The arms were too long. They dangled limply past her fingertips. The hem reached to her mid thigh, and her collarbone peeked out from one side of the overlarge neck hole. But mostly, something about the way it draped on her, suggested that she wasn't wearing anything ...

... underneath.

Davin just stared. Not that I could blame him. He'd been expecting me. I'd even demanded he evict his roommate for the night. But I hadn't warned him he'd be opening his door to the ultimate guy fantasy.

"Hello. Hi. Can we come in? I'm fucking freezing," Heather said, breaking her innocent schoolgirl pose.

Davin still didn't move.

"C'mon," I said, and pulled Heather past him.

He stepped out of the way for us, which seemed to break his trance. "I didn't know—" he stammered.

"That's the idea, dummy. Are you complaining?" I asked.

"No. Of course not."

"Good." I bounced up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going to use the bathroom. You two behave."

I listened to the muffled and halting sounds of Heather and Davin talking as I checked my hair in the bathroom mirror. Then, I checked it again. And a third time. I wasn't being neurotic, this was just the plan. Heather had wanted to start things off on her own. Something to do with righting the imbalance in our relationship with Davin.

Once I'd preened every part of my body to the point where I really was about to develop a neurosis, I left the bathroom. Heather and Davin weren't in the kitchen anymore.

I found them in the bedroom. Davin was standing a few feet from the bed, eyes closed. Kneeling in front of him, bundle of curly blond hair jostling as her head bobbed, was Heather. She was still wearing his shirt.

"Hey stud," I singsonged, stepping into the room.

Davin's eyes ...