Good Girl Pt. 03

"Oh fuck me."

"What?" Allanah replied.

Nancy paused, deliberately. "I need to get fucked."

Allanah smiled, "Take some pics with me and we could find somebody."

"What kind of pictures?"

"Sexy ones, duhhhhh," Allanah said.

"Okay. How do we start?"

Allanah grabbed Nancy by the thigh and ran her hand up towards her pussy.

"Lift your shirt up," She said. "Okay, now put a hand down your shorts."

Nancy obeyed.

Allanah took a snap with her phone.

"Now remove your shirt." Nancy obeyed Allanah's command.

Allanah laid herself next to Nancy's bra covered breasts and made a pouty face. She took another angle where she kissed Nancy's skin just barely below her breasts.

Nancy removed the bra and Allanah grasped one in her hand from behind, Nancy smiled as Allanah shoved her face into her neck. She took the picture.

Nancy started to feel—something.

Nancy took Allanah's phone and took a video as Allanah removed her shirt. She hadn't been wearing a bra. Her breasts bounced as they were released from their relatively tight confinement.

Nancy wanted to put her mouth on Allanah's nipples.

She reached forward, and Allanah kept taking video. She took Allanah's nipple in her hand and played with them. She pushed Allanah back onto the bed, the camera never turning off.

She kissed the bottom of Allanah's stomach and moved her way up. Every kiss bestowed another inch of her love. Another inch of the forgiveness she needed.

When she reached Allanah's breasts, she gently played with them and placed her mouth on the nipple. She could hear Allanah's moans from behind the phone. She swirled her tongue and pushed forward, grasping Allanah's back.

"Whoa—Nancy!" Allanah said. "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Nancy said.

Allanah put the phone down and pushed her away.

"You okay?"

"I was just... For the video."

"Yeah."

"Do you want to take more?" Nancy said.

"Uh, I think we have enough for now."

"Want to look at them?"

The pictures were beautiful. Two gorgeous girls having the time of their lives.

But nothing compared to the video. Nancy had passion in her eyes and in her movement. In them you could see love and perhaps obsession that was freshly blooming.

They perused the video and each second that passed Nancy's wet pussy grew wetter. She looked at Allanah's smile, and she looked at her tits and wanted to feel her tongue on them once more.

They chose a video and Allanah sent it to Dan.

The caption: "What you're missing."

They hopped back onto the bed and remained nearly naked, only wearing their boyshorts. The two of them started to cuddle together. Nancy couldn't stop thinking of the feeling of her tongue on Allanah's nipples. The sensation of pulling her in to her and nearly kissing her. She could not get the thought out of her mind and it showed. Allanah spoke to her and her mind wandered. She wanted this—needed this.

When Allanah's eyes wandered and fell into sleep Nancy put her hands down her own trousers and started to play with her clit. Stimulating it slowly, and gently. She didn't want to wake Allanah, or that is what she told herself. She wanted her to wake up, first for the voyeurism and second because Allanah might want to join in. Nancy's greatest wish might be fulfilled on the same day.

So she played with herself and felt disappointed as Allanah did not stir. She started to get louder and more amorous. Sinking her fingers as far into herself as she could. Stimulating herself and moaning Allanah's name.

There came a rustling as Allanah turned to Nancy and they made eye contact.

Allanah rubbed her eye, "What are you doing?" She asked tentatively, then looked down. "Oh."

Nancy continued to rub herself and did not cease. The two locked eyes. Nancy was uncertain of what it meant. Allanah didn't react negatively, but she didn't involve herself either. She didn't go the step farther that Nancy wanted, so Nancy reached out and grabbed Allanah's hand.

Allanah pulled back, for a moment. Then, unassisted she reached out again.

"Why are we doing this?" Allanah asked. She placed her hand down Nancy's boyshorts, refusing to wait for an answer.

"I want you." Nancy said.

Allanah nodded. She could feel a dryness in her lips and the taste of iron coalescing in the back of her throat. Her hand touched Nancy's moist pussy.

"Wow." Allanah said.

Nancy closed her eyes and enjoyed the simple sensation of Allanah touching her. Allanah did not move her fingers very much. She just touched Nancy's clit and moved in a circle, she felt uncertain of how far this should go. If it should go anywhere at all. There was a thought of Dan, a small one, but he seemed so distant now.

Allanah leaned forward and left a soft kiss on Nancy's cheek. She didn't know why she did it. Didn't understand what it was she was doing, or why. She just knew this all started with the nude images. And so Nancy turned to her and Allanah grabbed Nancy's leg and wrapped it around her. She reached around and grabbed Nancy's supple ass. Enjoy the feeling of elasticity that her young skin provided. Allanah slapped it.

"I bet your ass looks so nice when It's naked." Allanah said jokingly. Though, they both knew that she wasn't joking. She meant it and wanted to see what laid beneath.

"It would look so much better with your hands all over it." Nancy replied.

They kissed and continued moving through each other. Allanah wrapped her hand around Nancy and their mouths moved together in union. Each movement brought them closer to nudity. Their hands flew around, they touched each other's breasts, their hair. Allanah slipped her hand back into Nancy's shorts. She felt that she was wet. She spread that wetness up Nancy's stomach and smiled as she realized just how turned on she herself was.

"Feel my pussy." Allanah commanded.

"Holy shit." Nancy said. "You're so fucking wet—is that for me?" She asked.

Allanah pulled away and smiled at Nancy.

"You've been wanting this so bad, haven't you?" Nancy asked.

Allanah nodded, mouth open begging to be kissed again.

Their lips connected once more and they would not separate unless they had to.

Allanah helped Nancy get naked. Nancy got on her knees. Allanah kissed her stomach and slid her shorts down. Nancy stood up and casually tossed the shorts aside. Allanah looked at Nancy's naked body and admired her. Taking time to discover each and every part of her.

Allanah kissed Nancy's thin stomach, then she moved on to her thighs and kissed them too, taking delicate care to only gently brush on her pussy. Teasing her and leaving Nancy wanting. Allanah didn't know where she had learned that, but anticipation was everything. She continued to kiss Nancy's stomach and lick her nipples, exploring every inch of her and loving it all.

Then it was Nancy's turn. Nancy removed Allanah's shorts and immediately went down on her. She took the time to eat out Allanah and provide the joy that she herself had so desperately missed. She felt a feeling of fullness that neither of them had recognized until they found the right person. That person for Allanah was Dan. She couldn't deny that Dan was the man that had made her feel more complete than any other—perhaps that was innocent youth, but it felt true and damn it all to hell if she would deny herself that.

For Nancy, at this point in time, the right person was Allanah and Nancy felt that she would do anything for Allanah. Their naked pale skin pressed against each other. Allanah's hands were coated with Nancy's juices.

They both took the time to please each other and after nearly an hour the two found themselves shaking with pleasure from mutual masturbation. The orgasm shook through Nancy the longest.

"That was incredible." Nancy said.

Allanah agreed through deep breaths.

"Yeah..." Nancy started, "But you're still with Dan"

"I know." Allanah said. "Maybe we can work around that?"

"How?"

"You still like men don't you?"

"Oh..." Nancy said.

The girls started to laugh. It was all so absurd.

She turned back to Nancy's naked body and kissed her. The two wrapped their legs around each other and laid there like that. Uncertain of what came next.

Allanah, ever the opportunist took one more picture of the two of them together. They were kissing, naked, and their bodies on full display. If the image before didn't do it, then this one certainly would.

Allanah didn't have to caption this one. She thought that it spoke for itself, but if it had a caption it would have been: "The two bitches you could be fucking right now."

*****

Dan and Lauren sat across the table from each other. Since they had been seated neither had spoken except to order a drink. Dan had looked at the menu long and hard and ordered a glass of wine that went for forty dollars, and after that he ordered the entire bottle.

Dan sipped on the finely aged wine.

"Ah." He exhaled. "Delicious."

Lauren did her best to hide her growing resentment. "Is it? For forty a glass?"

Dan nodded, and gestured for her to speak.

Lauren took a long sip of her, much cheaper, glass of wine. Before either of them really spoke, their appetizer arrived.

"I'm sorry Dan." Lauren said.

"Hm." He stated simply.

"I didn't know what else to do."

"Yeah."

"Do you even care what I say?"

"I might. You haven't said anything I care about yet"

"What do you care about?"

"I'm not sure."

Lauren dropped her fork. Her hands ran over her face and she dragged them right back down.

"Why did you come if you weren't receptive to any of this?"

"Allanah told me to."

"Allanah?"

"Oh. Yeah."

"Why would you ask Allanah?"

"She was just... There."

"Are you guys close?"

"You could say that."

Lauren scrutinized Dan's face. She was catching a whiff of something.

"Could say?" She continued.

"Things have changed a lot since you left."

"No kidding. It's been what? Seven years?"

"Seven years in a month." Dan said.

"Do you want to know why I left? Is that it?"

Dan shrugged. It was laced with fear. He'd wondered, though he never thought he would receive the answer.

Lauren took a long sip of wine.

"You just glide through life."

"Do I?"

"Aren't you still at Technical Builds?"

"Yeah."

"Did you get that promotion they promised you?"

"No."

"Seven years." Lauren said.

"Seven years what?"

"They promised to you seven years ago."

"There was restructuring."

"Isn't there always Dan?"

"I suppose there is." He finished.

"I wanted to go to Seattle. You promised me, if the promotion didn't go through..."

"We would go to Seattle..." Dan said.

"The promotion was retracted."

"They said it was a probationary period of seven months."

"It's been seven years and you're still talking about seven months?"

"I guess seven is the theme of all this." Dan said.

The waiter took their plates and offered Dan a desert menu. He ordered ice cream with a hot fudge brownie. An item that they did not have, but could put together at the premium of an expensive restaurant.

"Want any?" He said.

Lauren nodded.

"Make it two." Dan yelled to the waiter as he walked away.

"I don't need my own."

"You're getting it."

Lauren sighed. "Why are you only ambitious when things don't matter?"

"It's a brownie with French vanilla ice cream... Do you think they have gold flakes?"

"Gold—?"

"Waiter! Oh. God. He's too far away. Just regular sprinkles will have to do."

"Is this important?"

"Uh, yeah. It's like a hot fudge brownie volcano. Those are a big deal."

Lauren nodded in agreement. A hot fudge brownie volcano was a big deal.

"So I'm a coward?" Dan said, changing the subject.

"You're a ghost."

Dan opened his mouth to speak and shut it back appropriately.

"A ghost, Dan. You just float through life undisturbed by obstacles. You succeed despite your indifference."

"Fuck." Dan said. Feeling a weight on his soul.

"You know it's true."

"I didn't expect you to tear my heart out a second time."

"You needed to know Dan."

"I'm not sure I wanted to."

"You wouldn't have come if you didn't." Lauren said.

"I came because of All—"

"Allanah?"

"I misspoke."

"Are you...?"

"What?"

Lauren looked toward the ceiling in search of words. "Are you fucking her?"

Dan closed his eyes and put his tongue in his cheek, biting down.

"Oh my god."

"Lauren—"

"You're fucking her?"

"I am not."

Lauren searched his face once more. "You are fucking her."

"Lauren, she's my best friend's daughter."

"That just makes it hotter doesn't it?"

Dan smiled. "Yeah, it would."

"So it's true?"

"No."

The brownie ice cream volcanos arrived. The waiter placed them in the center of the table. Dan dug in quickly. Lauren tentatively poked at it.

"Is she tight, Dan?"

Dan pulled the spoon from his mouth.

"She is, isn't she?" Lauren continued. "I never imagined that. I'll be honest—"

"I'm not fucking Allanah."

"But you are fucking somebody, right?"

"Yeah. I haven't been waiting for you all these years." He could feel his cheeks turning red from the lie. He had been waiting. The reality was much worse than the fantasy.

Lauren laughed. "My god Dan. I can't believe it's Allanah. Do you fuck her harder than you fucked me?"

"What does that mean?"

"You weren't very good in bed."

"I was plenty good."

"Prove it."

"Lauren—"

"You're a lot of talk." She said.

Dan wanted to take the bait. It was what he had wanted, wasn't it? A second chance with Lauren? The opportunity to prove to her that she was the one that missed out?

"I don't have to be." He continued.

Lauren dragged her finger along the table. An outline of something, a body perhaps. Perhaps Dan's body.

"You're still hot Lauren."

"I know." She said.

"Why are you teasing me?"

"It's still fun isn't it?"

"Yeah." Dan said. Taking a final bite of his ice cream. "My volcanoe is all gone."

"I'm still working on mine.

"Keep working then."

Lauren finished her volcano. As she cleaned her face, Dan felt one last question surface.

"What do you think it is that I need to change?"

Lauren took a long breath. Dan couldn't tell if she had prepared this speech. He just knew he felt nervous about it. "You need to take for once."

"Take?"

"After your promotion got rescinded—"

"It was a probationary period."

"What happened after the probation?" She asked.

"The promotion was rescinded." Dan said lamely.

"You never came to find me."

"You were with that black guy—"

"He was gay!"

"No he wasn't." Dan said.

"Who did you ask?"

"Nobody—"

"He was a part of my friend group. Full on homo."

"You didn't leave me for a black guy?"

"That's pretty racist Dan."

"Facts aren't racist."

"It is when you're only mad because he's black."

"I'm not only mad because he's black..."

"Mostly?"

"Mostly."

"Racist."

"Racist." Dan relented. "Gay?" He continued.

"Gay, Dan."

"I can't believe... So you left..."

"Because you wouldn't be a man."

"I'm so sorry Lauren."

"You're apologizing to me?"

He looked down in shame. "I guess I am."

"I'm sorry too, Dan."

"How do I take?"

"What?" Lauren asked.

"How do I learn to take?"

"I can't teach you that."

The waiter cleared their desert. The two stood up and walked to the outside courtyard.

"I suppose I'll have to learn."

Dan hugged Lauren goodbye. A shock to the both of them.

"Can I see you again?" He asked timidly.

"You actually want to?" She said.

"Shockingly, I do."

"Okay."

*****

Ulric Weiss was a nice guy, a football player from Allanah's college. He wasn't a star or particularly good at the game. He was just an athlete and, as athletes do, he had a sexual prestige about him. It also helped that sports kept him in shape.

There is something to be said about the lie that women fall in love with their hearts and men with their eyes. If it were true then boybands certainly wouldn't be as popular as they are.

Ulric did not have this handsomeness about him. He was an average looking boy, with the body of a much more attractive man. That may be what Allanah found in him.

A distraction from the point of view of a body instead of his personality.

She had seen him around campus several times and, earlier that year, they had met at a party.

Allanah and Ulric had flirted back and forth for the entire night and Ulric had asked for Allanah's number. He had been excited enough and could hardly wait to text her. He had paced his room waiting for the opportunity and suddenly questioning all the advice he had ever been given about dating. How long should he truly wait to send her a text? A day? He had seen her last night a little before midnight, so hadn't it been a day? Or did it have to be a full twenty four hours?

Oh Christ. What is a boy to do?

He wrote a message in and then another and backspaced it until the field was empty. He opened his notes app and wrote,

"Hey..."

No, you stupid idiot, he thought. That isn't enough.

"Heyy cutie ;)"

Wack. The winky face is creepy these days. She'd think he was just trying to fuck.

Then he thought, 'aren't I just trying to fuck?'

There is a distinction to be made when it comes to men. Sex may be a motive and for some men it is the only motive, but for Ulric, in this case, he did want to get to know the girl behind the phone. He wanted to get to know her and be sweet with her and kiss her and hold her hand and feel something. That was the core of it all for him. He had kissed girls and fucked a few, though they never called back. He had a sense that this could be great. A relationship to remember if he could get it right.

"Just thinking about you :)" He typed in carefully.

Backspace backspace, hold backspace.

Why is this so hard?

So he wrote the messages in his notepad and came to a list several long and when he looked at them none of them felt right.

He wondered if any message could feel right. Were there sufficient words that could express the everything he was feeling and at the same exact time the nothing that he hoped to get across? He didn't understand the contradictory want. Didn't understand why he wouldn't want Allanah to know... Was he afraid to be seen as desperate?

He wasn't desperate. He just... Wanted her and—

Fuck this.

He sent a text,

"Hey, this is Ulric, I was wondering if we could meet up for coffee?"

That was several months ago, before Dan had truly come into the picture and become a reluctant player in a complex game.

Now, Allanah, knowing better but unwilling to stop, sent Ulric the half nudes that had been previously sacred to Dan.

Ulric opened the phone and his mouth went wide. He couldn't hide the smile.

The caption read, "I'm sorry I never got back to you. Let's hang out."

He sent the image to his friend, "Guess who has a date?"

Allanah smiled when Ulric responded that he was available Friday.

"What do you want to do?" He asked.

"Let's go to the beach."

*****

It was a stylistic choice that the bikini colors were mismatched. The top had a black outline and red cups. The bottom was all black. The contrast helped mesh the colors together until they functioned as a whole.

Allanah presented the bikini to her mirror. She flexed her butt and got it looking just right. She snapped a picture and sent it to Dan.

He responded right away.

"I miss seeing that ass hunched over my bed."

Allanah replied, "Haha, ya"

"Why don't you come over?"

"can't."

"Why not?"

"I got a date."

Dan's typing bubble appeared. Disappeared.

"I think that's him, he just rang my doorbell"

Dan walked out front and saw Ulric Weiss. Young. In shape. Dirty blonde hair. He squinted in response as Allanah waved to Dan.

Dan could swear he heard him say, "Who's the old dude?"