A Welcome Distraction from Radio Silence

By the time Rebecca left, the house had gone quiet again.

I didn’t leave my room until I got called to dinner by my mom. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I stared at the shopping bag Rebecca had left behind. I didn’t know what was inside, and it didn’t feel right to go snooping inside.

I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier. The way she'd sat on my lap. The way she'd looked at me. The way she'd leaned closer before Heather walked in. And, more importantly, the way I'd felt completely unmoved by it.

I picked up my phone. Trish's name was still sitting there near the top of my messages. I stared at it for longer than I cared to admit.

Eventually, I typed.

I watched the little message bubble appear and then disappear. Nothing. I put the phone down, picked it up again thirty seconds later.

That sounded worse. I immediately wished I'd phrased it differently. I waited. Nothing. I tossed the phone onto my bed and went to get something to eat.

Dinner was already being put on the table when I came into the kitchen. Heather looked up. Then she smiled. It was the exact smile I didn't want to see.

"So," she said.

I stopped. "So what?"

She picked up her fork. "Nothing."

Mum looked between us. "What?" She was used to us needling each other.

"Nothing," Heather repeated, far too innocently.

I sat down.

Heather waited approximately three seconds. "Rebecca certainly seemed comfortable in his bedroom."

I nearly choked on my drink as I took my first sip. "Jesus, Heather."

"What?" She grinned. "I'm just saying."

"She was checking my lip."

"Uh-huh." Heather nodded along sarcastically

"Because I got knocked over."

"I know. Trish told me."

I looked down at my plate. I didn’t feel like eating all of a sudden. "Right."

Heather's grin widened. "And apparently Rebecca was very concerned."

“That’s sweet of her, dear,” my mom added.

"She was," I said.

"Very concerned."

"Yes."

"Enough to sit on your lap?"

I looked up sharply.

Mum glanced at Heather.

Heather immediately raised both hands. "I'm not saying anything!"

"You literally just did."

She laughed. "Sorry. I couldn't resist."

I concentrated on my food, hoping the conversation would die. It didn't. It never does with Heather. Not when she’s got a juice bone like this.

"You two looked pretty close when I walked in," Heather said.

"We weren't doing anything."

"I didn't say you were."

"You implied it."

"Maybe."

I sighed.

Heather leaned back in her chair. "You know, I've spent years listening to you complain about Rebecca only seeing you as her best friend."

"Can we not do this?"

"And now she comes over, spends the whole day with you, takes you shopping, gets you into a photobooth, puts her arm around you, calls you cute…"

"She was joking."

"I didn’t even know about that last part. I was making it up," Heather said.

I stared at her.

She laughed. "Sorry."

I pushed some food around my plate.

Heather's expression softened slightly. "I'm happy for you, you know."

I looked at her. My eyes narrowed. "For what?"

She gave me an incredulous look. "For Rebecca finally figuring it out."

I didn't answer. Because that wasn't what had been bothering me. Not really. Rebecca had been different today. I couldn't deny that. She’d been weird as hell for a week now at least. I still couldn't convince myself that whatever was happening meant what Heather thought it meant.

Heather nudged my foot under the table. "So?"

"So what?"

"Did you kiss?"

I nearly dropped my fork. "No!"

She burst out laughing. "Okay, loser!"

"You're impossible."

"I am your loving sister."

"You're a menace."

"Also, true."

After dinner, I went back to my room. My phone was exactly where I'd left it. I picked it up. No message from Trish. I opened our conversation anyway. Nothing.

I typed another message.

I stared at it. Then sent it. The message showed as delivered. As did all the others. Still nothing. I put the phone face down. For once, I wasn't going to keep checking. At least, that was what I told myself. Five minutes later, I turned it over again.

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Three more days of Rebecca living in my shadow, Heather being up my arse, and Trish having fled the country for all I’d heard of her; my frustration levels were at an all-time high. I got home from school Wednesday afternoon and checked my phone, as I seemed to be doing far too much. Radio silence. I needed to get out of there quickly before Rebecca invited herself in through my window again. I tried something different this time.

I messaged Carla.

Out the front of my house, I checked the street both ways to make sure Rebecca wasn’t about and then rode off on my bike as fast as my legs would allow me. For the strangest second, I could have sworn I saw Mr Kenny, our school’s Geography teacher, driving out of Carla’s street as I turned into it. I must have been seeing things.

By the time I pulled up outside Carla's house, I'd managed to convince myself that this was exactly what I needed. No Rebecca. No Heather. And, most importantly, no staring at my phone every thirty seconds waiting for Trish to suddenly decide I was worth answering.

Carla opened the door before I'd even knocked. She hadn’t changed out of her school uniform yet. "You look pissed off."

"Do I?"

"Yes." She stepped aside to let me in. "Come on."

I wheeled my bike around the side of the house and left it there before following her inside.

She took one look at me and shook her head. She headed towards the kitchen, and I followed. "Want something to drink?"

"Sure."

She opened the fridge. I leaned against the counter, watching her. For a few seconds neither of us said anything.

Then Carla closed the fridge and looked at me. "So what's happened?"

"Nothing."

"That's convincing." She handed me a drink.

I dropped onto one of the kitchen stools. "It's just been a weird few days."

"Rebecca?"

I looked at her. "Among other things."

Carla came and sat in the high chair next to me. "She's still hanging around?"

"Like a bad smell."

Carla laughed. "I thought you liked her."

"I do."

"Then what's the problem?"

I rubbed a hand over my face. "That's the problem. I don't know what's going on with her."

Carla waited.

"One minute she's acting like we're just friends. Then she's doing stuff that makes Heather think we're practically dating."

Carla raised an eyebrow. "Like?"

"She took me shopping."

"Romantic."

"She made me go into the changing room with her while she was trying stuff on."

Carla's eyebrows went up. "Okay."

"Then we did one of those stupid photobooths."

"Definitely sounds romantic."

"She said we looked like a couple."

Carla smiled. "And you said?"

"That she was joking."

"Was she?"

"I don't know."

Carla shrugged. "Maybe she finally realised what she's been missing."

I shook my head. "Don't start."

"I'm just saying."

"Heather’s been all up in my business about it. She thinks it’s hilarious."

"Because you've spent years wanting Rebecca."

"Yeah. Well, I'm not exactly sure I want to keep doing that."

Carla studied me for a moment. "You came here to forget about her, didn't you?"

I frowned. Carla didn’t know about Trish, surely. "Who?"

She gave me a look. "Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Do that thing where you pretend I don't know what's going on in your head."

I laughed despite myself. "You're getting annoyingly good at that."

"Occupational hazard."

"What occupation?"

"Being your friend."

I took another sip and nodded towards the hallway that led to Carla’s room. "So..."

Carla raised an eyebrow. "So what?"

"You invited me over."

"You invited yourself."

"I asked if you were free."

"And I said yes."

I waited.

She smiled. "You're really subtle."

"I've never claimed to be."

"No. You're usually terrible."

I laughed. For the first time all afternoon, the knot in my stomach loosened a little. That was what I liked about Carla. There were no games between us. No pretending this was something it wasn't. No wondering what a look meant or whether a message had some hidden meaning. We were friends. Sometimes we helped each other forget about things. Today, I really needed that.

Carla took my empty bottle from me and put it on the counter. "Come on."

She headed down the hallway. I followed. I stopped thinking about my phone.

Inside the room, Carla came to me, and I took her in my arms. She kissed me, and it was every bit as intense as the night of her party. We made out deeply as we started moving as one towards Carla’s bed. I was already responding as Carla’s hand came to the front of my trousers and started to rub at my cock. My hands cupped her tits through her jumper and school top as I bent lower to kiss at her neck. She started to undo my belt as I slid a hand under her skirt and between her legs. She moaned as I rubbed her pussy through her panties.

I was about to bring us down onto the bed when Carla stopped me. “Not like that. Like this. I think you need it.”

I watched as she reached under her dress and pulled her panties off, keeping the rest of her clothes on. She crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, facing away from me, and told me, “They’re in the drawer, remember.”

I quickly removed my lower half and grabbed the protection as she asked. There were fewer in the book than I recalled us using.

I was stiff as a rake when I came up behind Carla. I pushed the rear of her skirt up over her arse and admired the beautiful sight. Her pussy lips were so unbelievably welcoming and dewy.

“Fuck me hard. Take me how you need,” Carla encouraged me, and I did just that.

I moaned as I pushed most of my cock inside here with my first thrust. Carla groaned and pushed back onto me. I grabbed her hips and pulled back before I pulled her back onto me with my second thrust. I was almost completely inside, and the third had my balls resting up against Carla’s shaved clit.

I allowed all the frustration and anger of my situation to come out of me as I started to buck my cock back and forth hard from the very start. Carla took it all freely as her pussy lips held onto the back stroke of my cock every time. It was the first time I’d tried doggystyle, and I liked it! I could go as fast and deep as I wanted, which was to the very limit each time. Carla seemed to be enjoying it as she kept slapping back up against me and keening the entire time.

I came out of the blocks too fast as I started to cum within only a handful of minutes. Carla just called out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as I told her I was about to blow.

I held her hips right against mine as I throbbed and spilled myself uncontrollably. I could feel her working her muscles around me to milk me of my juices. I was panting as I slid back out that first time. She pulled the sheath off me and packed it away as I collapsed onto my back. Carla used her thumb and forefinger to collect the drops of my cum that remained as she brought them to her mouth and sampled me.

“Do you like the taste?” I asked as Carla came and nestled beside me in a hug, one of her bare legs thrown over mine.

“I don’t mind it,” she told me matter-of-factly.

“Do you swallow?” I had to ask.

“I can do next time,” she laughed. “But you owe me one of my own first.”

The thought of next time and Carla swallowing my cum greatly aided in my quick recovery.