Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... was explaining something to the slow kid for the tenth time. "Okay, it's like, you and I, we want the same shit. But we don't want it from each other. Or, at least I don't. No offense."

"Over it," I said, attempting to make it true.

"So, like, if we nail a guy together, we can be each other's advocates. Then we know we're gonna get what we want."

"I don't see why you need me for that. Why not just use your fucking words?" In actuality, I did understand the difference. But I wanted to hear Heather say it, to be sure we were on the same page.

"Ugh. I do that. But it's like you said earlier. It makes me feel like a director. I don't want to be in charge. It's better when you feel— I dunno what to call it," she trailed off.

"Out of control?" I suggested.

"Exactly." Heather shouldered into me. "See, you're my perfect bitch for this."

Heather and I had developed a tell-all policy about our escapades. Swapping hoe stories was a cornerstone of our friendship, that's why she was so confident we'd be on the same wavelength. But this would be, something more. "I get it dude. But, it doesn't bother you that we'll be naked. Together?" I asked. Not just naked. Fucking. Hearing each other's sounds. Smells too. It made me shiver.

"I know you think I'm hot. It doesn't bother me." Heather sashayed her hips, mid-thigh skirt threatening to catch the wind. "Just don't, like, catch feelings. You know what a cunt I am."

"You know I don't actually fuck girls, right? I ...

... just think they're pretty."

"Bitch, you think I'm stupid? Kimmy Pale, Sigma Chi, hellooo?"

"We just made out," I insisted. It's not the same."

"You said she finger blasted you."

Those were not the words I'd used. "Yeah, and that's it. Under my pants. Glad to see you take notes, though."

"And you came."

"So?" I knew Heather was winding me up. But I was trapped.

"That's not just making out. You hooked up."

Distracted, I stumbled on a pothole. What kind of walking path has potholes? Heather cackled and skipped ahead, leaving me to try and suppress my blush before I caught up.

"Hey, I've been wondering," Heather said once I had. "Did ya, you know, return the favor?"

I'd gotten my blush mostly under control. But that was a lost cause now.

Heather peered at me. "Oooh. Is it juicy? Spill, bitch!"

I could see her gossip girl mind working behind those green eyes.

"It's not what you're thinking," It said.

"She didn't pee in your mouth to the Gorillaz soundtrack? Lame."

"What, no?! How would you even pee to a soundtrack?"

"Stop dodging."

I couldn't look at Heather. I knew how her mind worked. She was going to hate this.

"Actually, after she did me, that was kinda it."

"Oh my god," said Heather. It was exactly the way she'd said it when we learned the quiet kid had hung himself in the showers.

"Hey! Hoes don't judge."

"Jeez, ice fucking cold. Now I'm definitely not going to be your girlfriend."

"Bitch, you wish."

The path ...