Authors Note: This is part 2 of My Girlfriend's Best Friend Sabrina and focuses on the character of Tiff. Thanks for all the support, part 3 is coming soon with more on Sabrina!
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My cock was still rock hard, but the sound of the knocking stirred me. I stood, feet planted firmly on the ground while my body grew stiff and cold. A heavy weight formed in the pit of my stomach, anxious as began to breathe heavy- enough to make my breath hitch.
Normally, when one hears a very loud, aggressive knock like the one currently pounding on my front door- especially late at night- it's logical to assume the police are the ones doing the knocking. I glanced at my closed laptop, and after hearing no follow-up indicated it was local law enforcement, breathed easy knowing my pirated films were safe for now.
A second knock came, this time disturbing me enough to investigate. I took one last glance at Sabrina's tits and locked my phone screen, walking out of my room towards the front door. If it was Sabrina, I had no idea what to do; I guess I could simply just wing it and whatever happened happened, but I felt a dreaded duty to shoo her away this late at night. The thought of such didn't sit right with me, however, and on an innate level, I couldn't visualize myself doing it. It felt as though I simply didn't have it in me.
I nearly stumbled into the wall of my hallway- still not sober, I thought- before straightening up and clearing my throat. I looked into my hallway mirror, rubbing my chin before a devilish idea sprung into my head. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my torso. I had a bit of a dadbod, but still looked presentable enough with some chest hair thrown in for good measure. Though my arms and shoulders visibly looked good enough, the small belly on my stomach probably gave away I wasn't a male model, I wistfully though. Still, Sabrina was a bit of a tease, so I figured even if I didn't plan on doing anything, I could at least drive her wild or possibly play it off as a joke should she laugh.
'Dennis you clever sunuvabitch,' I thought to myself, nodding with a dopey grin on my face before aiming two finger guns at my reflection.
With drunken confidence raging in me, I walked to the door, not even bothering to check the peephole. My hand gripped the doorknob, my heart pounded so much my other hand was shaking. Was this really going to happen? I breathed out, closed my eyes and opened the door.
I was face to face with Tiff, aka Vanessa, looking about as grouchy as ever; she was a sore sight for eyes.
"Oh uh, hi," I began. "You're not...living here." I said gracefully, almost telling her she was not Sabrina. "You don't live here." I reiterated.
"Yeah no shit," she said venomously. I should have slammed the door right then and there. "We need to talk."
Normally this phrase was accompanied by the eventual departure of whoever said it form my life. In this case, however, I didn't anticipate this would be happening.
"What uh, what about?" I asked. I leaned up against the door frame, taking no heed in hiding my open shirt. "If it's directions back to your place, you basically just go anywhere but here."
"Look can I just come in?" she again stated, not waiting for a response as she barged in. I took a look out of the front door and down the hallway on either side. Not seeing Sabrina, I closed the door and followed after Tiff, looking out of the kitchen window as we made our way passed it- stopping only for a moment to grab my screwdriver- vodka would be necessary for any Tiff related conversation. Finally, we made our way to the living room. Without invitation, she dropped the bag she had on her, to the side of the sofa.
"Hey my bellboy could have gotten that for you."
"Look. I just..." she began, ignoring my remark. Tiff closed her eyes and brought her hands up, clenching her firsts before opening them up, sighing as she did. She wasn't too far away from me, allowing me to take a deep whiff of her. Mixed with her cheap perfume was the heavy scent of alcohol- letting me know that she had gotten a fair amount both in and on herself. Her lightly tanned skin glistened with a hint of sweat- alcohol and partying contributing to her sweltering state. Tiff wore a tight polo shirt, with a row of buttons that traveled down towards her cleavage- a good number of which were open, allowing for a view of her plump breasts. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her jeans clung tight to her stout body. For a thick girl, the entire outfit could not have been comfortable, especially at the end of a night out.
"What are you doing here?" I finally asked.
"Look," she began again, much more slowly and composed. "My roommate is...with someone," she said. I failed to see how this was my problem.
"So go to Kaya's, or better yet, don't you have like some sort of boyfriend or something?" I vaguely recalled Tiff had some douchebag wrapped around her finger. I had the misfortune of meeting him once, recalling that he had all of the pompous attitude of being in a fraternity without actually being in one.
"Kaya is sleeping," she said. "And Bren is out of town."
I pulled out my phone, leaning back against a wall and unlocking it. Quickly, I realized the screen was still on Sabrina's nude selfie. In a flash, I quickly went back to messages, hoping Tiff didn't see anything. She didn't seem to.
"And since you're dating my best friend," she continued- apparently having continued to keep talking while I wasn't paying attention. "The least you can do is keep me up for the night."
I rapidly tapped on my phone screen. 'Sorry, something came up. Rain check?' I texted Sabrina. I added a playful winking face. I nodded, smiling at that wink. 'Dennis you smooth bastard.' I thought to myself.
"Huh? Wait. Keep you up all night?" I asked, a bit confused by her phrasing.
"I said take me in for the night," she answered with a look of disgust on her face, as if I was implying I was going to be tasked to have sex with her.
"What type of logic is that?" I asked, annoyed.
"YOU made Kaya cry," she said, pointing a finger at me. "It's the fuckin least you can do." Her logic failed to win me over, however.
"We made up," I answered back as she began rifling through her bag. "So, you know, yeah." I finished strongly, nodding my head. Tiff continued to dig through her bag. I caught a glimpse of a box of tampons, as well as what appeared to be a pair of panties. I quickly glanced back up, pretending to not have noticed. Her large ass strained against the jeans, the sound of the fabric stretching and clinging to her body not lost on my ears. Her lightly bronzed skin shone with a bit under the room lighting, her hair clinging to her face. She was uncomfortable, and probably wanted out of those clothes. I never gave Tiff much of a thought sexually, but something about her appearance appealed to me- she was tired, barely containing her displeasure. It made her almost more primal, as if begging to be taken. I pursed my lips, imagining slapping her ass to annoy her. Again, I averted my eyes, hoping she wouldn't notice THAT either. She didn't seem to buy it though and closed her bag.
"So what you got your fucking blowjob?" she asked me, picking up her bag again. I was silenced, though that probably wasn't her intention. Her face changed from snarky to genuine curiosity. "Did you..." she continued before realizing nothing had transpired. For a second, I could have mistaken her tone for genuine empathy. "Oh. Ouch..." she said with a sly grin on her face. Damn bitch. Tiff clutched her bag and began to meander towards my room.
"Hey yo wait what," i suddenly called out, moved from my sullen mood. "Where do you think YOU'RE going?"
"What? Were you seriously going to put me out on your couch?" she said, motioning towards my well loved sofa, which, admittedly, had seen better days. "That thing smells like farts!"
"What? Huh? No, it..." I stopped myself. I couldn't vouch for the cleanliness of it, as much as it was an attack on my pride. "Look you can't have my bed!"
"Tough shit," she said wandering back towards my room. How the fuck did Bren deal with her? My anger flared up once more, and the last bit of patience I had came crashing with it. Any bit of enjoyment tonight had been snatched from my hands and I would be damned if I let Kaya's bitch friend rob me of the peace and joy of my own bed.
"Fuck you! You...you fucking..." I growled, and without much thought, my hand reached over and grabbed her arm. Her bag dropped once I did, and she turned to me instantly. Her eyes were wide and wild, staring a hole right through me. The mood grew tense. Tiff was no pushover, and I knew this was a point of no return for me. But I didn't care. I was fucking furious; furious at Kaya being so withholding, of Sabrina for pulling me into a moral tailspin, and now Tiff for ages of needling and abuse.
"What?" she hissed quietly. Her arm tried to move, but my fingers grabbed tighter, holding it in place. Her skin felt warm and soft, tender under my fingers. "What were you going to say? Huh?" Tiff challenged me. Her eyes narrowed, body turning towards me. Before I could answer, she moved even closer to me. "You were gonna call me what a bitch? A fat fucking bitch? That's it isn't it? Say it, say it to my fucking face!" she barked, now less than a foot away from my face. Her voice never really bothered me, but the mix of anger, whininess and intensity continue to push my buttons.
