Again, Yes! [Cypher's Tales]

For the next 3 weeks everything went back to normal. Apparently, Izzy had to avoid Mark and just hope that he didn’t tell Owen. I visited more often—that was Izzy’s idea, although I suspect she regretted it—and there was always a little drinking involved. I felt bad for Owen but still laid it on thick, smiling and giggling at all his jokes and flirting a lot more than I would usually. It confused me a lot, Owen didn’t seem like he was flirting with me. He just seemed like a great guy that I had a lot in common with. Yet every time I would go home, Izzy would message me late at night joking about what a coincidence it was that Owen just screwed her brains out. I found myself extremely jealous and frequently had to stop myself from making further plans to 'blow his mind'. I haven't ever masturbated as much as I had over this month.

Occasionally Izzy would get cold feet, and we ended up canceling the whole thing twice, but as far as I know, it’s back on for the moment. The plans have changed ever so slightly over the weeks but it’s all relatively the same. Izzy bought tickets and Owen is apparently so excited to go. We had a conversation about the band last time I was invited to their house just so he was reminded that I loved them too and I went on about how jealous I was that they had tickets. This whole act was wearing on me quite a bit. Since I actually like Owen, I felt like a bitch doing this to him. But I love Izzy, and she needs me.

For the last few days Izzy has been telling me how she has been bringing me up in conversation. She has also been getting him in the mood only to tell him ‘Not tonight’. It kind of feels horrible knowing we are manipulating him like this and my current bedtime fantasies are: inviting him over to my apartment to show him how a 'real girl' shows her appreciation for their man. I used to be a girl that needed quite some time to get off. Sometimes I can’t even cum with a half competent, good-looking guy inside me doing all the right things. Lately these crazy thoughts about Owen get me off in minutes.

Owen isn’t just some good-looking guy; he is hot as fuck. And from how Izzy speaks about it… Owen is well beyond ‘half competent’ in bed. Izzy might not know how dangerous it is giving me so many details about their sex life. I have to keep myself from thinking about exploiting all the things she has already told me. For instance, Owen always complains that she never wants to suck his dick when he pleasures her with his tongue regularly. I also know their favourite positions which make my fantasies really detailed lately.

I know we only technically need to do it once, but I have other plans these days. Izzy has never divulged details of her night with this Mark guy, so I choose to believe that they spent the whole night and into the morning wildly fucking like teenagers. I choose to believe they tried every position, and she did everything to him and him to her. This way, my willful ignorance makes it easier to imagine letting Owen fuck me as many times as he can and then continuing to tease him all night and giving in to him again and again once he’s hard.

I’ve only once spent the entire night having sex like that, and to this day, it was my favourite sexual experience, pity the guy turned out to be a massive douchebag. I plan on making a new favourite night. If I am supposed to just sleep with him and then 'get over him', I’m going to make sure it's a fucking good night for the both of us.

My heart beats out of my chest as I stand in the grocery store 2 nights before the trip. Izzy has been messaging me for the last hour. She has started an argument with Owen about him buying the wrong flour she needs for baking and it has somehow spiralled into him being so needy with her sexually. To be fair to him, she has been encouraging him all week and then denying him. She has also just told him that she isn’t going with him to the concert.

They are arguing and the plan is that she has told him to go and get the right flour from the grocery store. Apparently, he is super pissed off and Izzy thinks she might have gone too far because Owen said he’s selling the tickets.

Izzy never asked me to dress the way I have, but I am glad she can’t see me right now because my makeup is done, my hair is nice, I have my sexiest perfume on, and I am dressed in what I would call my skimpiest dress that I am willing to go out in public in.

I shake as I see Owen’s car pull into the parking lot out front. He is pissed and God he’s so fucking sexy. He doesn't notice me as he walks in looking mad and in a hurry. I go down the aisle I know he’s looking for and stand obnoxiously in front of what Izzy asked him to get. Terrified, I pretend to look on the shelf until I hear from behind me, “Excuse me,” in a fed-up grumpy tone.