Bond With Trisha

“Oh my goodness he’s actually doing it.” I scanned the room for Brandy, and sure enough. There she was, queen of evil, tucking her hair behind her ear, and giggling. What could Brandy possibly be saying that would bring joy to that black heart?

“Is that Brandy?” Trisha followed my look. “With Laura?”

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

“He looks good.”

I nodded. “Yeah I took him to a real barber.”

“I thought he had a girlfriend.”

“She cheated on him.”

“What a bitch.” She cracked open her can of soda, and took a sip. “Is this going to be a problem for you?”

My eyes hadn’t left the scene since it started. “It’s just so awful I can’t look away. It’s like watching a python wrap around something.”

She smirked. “How about I take you somewhere more private?”

I smiled, and finally pulled my vision back towards Trisha. “Now that sounds fun.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, I meant the pool. You still have a lot of boot licking to do before you get back up to the second floor.”

“Well that sounds fun too.”

“The pool?”

“The boot licking.”

She smirked again, and grabbed my hand. We headed out the backdoor, to the pool. Along the way we passed frat boys doings shots, and Kappas who’d entered the ‘kissing girls’ phase of being drunk. The pool was far from private, but it was less crowded than inside, plus there was no thumping music. That alone made that atmosphere seem thinner.

“So is he on a quest for revenge?” Trisha sipped from her can.

“Huh?”

“Brandy, Is he trying to get back at… Fonda?”

“Fiona.” I corrected. “He just came here for me.”

She threw her head back into a laugh. “And you ditched him for me, how flattering.”

“Of course.”

“Then he got snapped up by the she-devil, you must be kicking yourself.”

I snapped my fingers. “I knew that you think she’s the devil, fucking caught you.”

She pushed me. “Hey, I’m just using your words.”

“Oh yeah?” I tapped her lightly on the shoulder. “How about I tell Laura what your words were? Hey, Lau…”

She laughed again, and plugged my mouth with her hand before I could go on. “Don’t, don’t! Oww! Haha!” I bit down on her hand playfully. “You are such a brat.”

I released her hand, and she released my mouth. “How about this, I’ll keep that little heresy secret, in exchange for something?”

She grabbed my lapel with her free hand. “Like what?”

“A kiss.” I grinned.

“Oh, you think you’re in kissing territory huh?”

I shrugged. “Obviously not, that’s why I’ve got to blackmail you for one.”

“I think you underestimate how much I call Laura a bitch to her face. I’m not sure, you’re in as powerful a position as you think.” Despite her saying that, our faces were moving closer. The trajectory seemed to inevitably point towards the two of us locking lips. Gently I placed my hand on her face. My fingers were on her cheek, my thumb gently on her throat. I went in for it. I pulled the two of use together, our lips meeting in the middle. I felt the soft press of flesh, the surge of passion, her reluctance and mine both give away to a single exciting moment, and just as soon vanish, when I pulled away. She blinked at me, and gulped to regain her composure. “So you won’t share my secret?”

“I’m not telling a soul.”

“Good.” She smiled, and leaned in for more.

From there, there wasn’t much stopping us. He found a pool chair to collapse into, and from there began to devour one another. She was wearing a pair of tight pink shorts, so I had miles of legs to travel before I rested. As her tongue flicked across my lips, my hands traced their way from her knee to the thigh and back down.

We were in good company. Every couple around, and in the pool were doing the same thing. I was beginning to suspect this is why she brought me out here. Not that I had any complaints. It’d been a good while since I made out with a girl, and I was enjoying every moment.

No this went beyond just the primal pleasure of mashing your lips with another being. I’d missed her. A fact I’d only be willing to admit through the way I kiss back, and moaned, and bit at her as he swapped spit. There was some kind of energy circulating between the two of us, telling us that this was right. The long dormant relationship we both thought dead and buried, resurrected to life once more, to haunt and terrify the living.

And it did terrify me. With everything that was going on right now, between brands, and apps, and cults, Trisha seemed to be the biggest complication of all. This whole charade was going to get a lot more complicated, if one of the girls I tamed, actually provoked feelings within me.

It was too dangerous. Besides, what if she was in on it? Then I’d be opening myself up to more heartbreak, and I’d be destroying my focus. I couldn’t allow that.

That forward thinking, iron willed, man, only lasted for a few moments. Then my cock twitched, and I felt Trisha’s hand pet it through my shorts. I vibrated, and she inhaled, and as the two of us looked to one another we realized that this night was only going to end one way. “Invite me upstairs.” I told her, my tongue licking at her neck.

“Fuck, I feel easy.” She whined, and craned her neck so I could get the other side.

“We both want this, you’re not easy.” I reassured her, then hooked my fingers into her shorts, holding them tight.

“I’ve missed you so much.” She kissed me some more, then took a deep breath. “Take me upstairs.” (Trisha James +3)(33SP)