What The Hell - Chapter 2
What the hell...Opening My Eyes
Written by Aoife
I am certain this storyline has been written time and time again but let me throw my twist into this storyline. This jaunt could be thrown into several genres including First Time, Romance, Loving Wives, Group Sex, and of course my favorite, Lesbian Sex.
I will post this series in the Lesbian Sex category. This is simply to not confuse anyone or to reveal too much ahead of time. I
highly
doubt there will be any heterosexual activities involving our protagonists. If there are such activities, I will give you fair warning.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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My phone rang. It was Roxie. "Hey slut." I said with a giggle in my voice.
"Bring that amazing personality and your incredibly sexy body over to my house so I can get your drunk and ogle you knowing you are straight. I promise not to touch too much once you pass out." Roxie said.
I laughed, "Okay but only if you dress sexy for me slut. And I mean like really sexy, I want cleavage and lots of flesh showing. I want to see that beautiful and shapely ass in silky shorts." I laughed out loud, Roxie did the same.
"Hey, seriously I love you. I can't thank you enough. I am on my way." I hung up, locked my phone, put on my coat and headed out to the parking lot.
I took a deep breath and exhaled. "What hell was I thinking?"
~~~~End of Chapter 1~~~~
I knew what I was doing, I was going to my best friend's house to chill, think about life, get drunk, and disappear. It was decided that I needed this. I needed her to help me figure this out.
I pulled in her driveway, turned off my car and called Al. It was a brief conversation, I told him I was safe, over at Roxie's and that I would be home tomorrow at some point. He told me he loved me and to make smart decisions. He reminded me to do what I needed to do, for myself and no one else but not to hurt anyone how I had been.
What did he mean by that?
I walked to her front door, through the full glass window of the screen door, there was a sticky note, "It's open". I laughed to myself. That silly woman, that silly fucking woman, how can she be so carefree, charismatic, outgoing, and so damn smart?
I opened the screen door, then still knocked, then twisted the knob and opened the door. I heard her yell down from upstairs. "I need a minute."
I closed and locked her front door and walked into her kitchen. I saw that she had been hard at work, she had some crackers and those thin wheat snacks laid out. I opened the fridge and saw the beer she mentioned. I opted for a glass of wine.
She has a nice Chablis open. I took it and poured a nice glass. I grabbed a wheat cracker with some cheese on it and I walked over to her living room and sat on her couch making myself comfortable.
Now, let me explain, we are this close as friends. She could walk into my house; well Al's and does the same as I just did. It's what we did as true lifelong friends. I sat and took a sip of wine and could feel myself starting to relax.
I heard her walking down the steps. Well, I heard her humming, singing away. Roxie does have a beautiful voice. I remember her humming to mom during the afternoon two days after the carboplatin that shit ached in her bones and made her stiff as a rail. But my "bitch boss" was there with heat packs and ice packs to soothe her pain, wrapping her in her chemo blanket, and then washing it when mom got sick, caring for her like it was her own mother.
She was my rock through it all.
I stood and walked back towards the kitchen then stopped, dead in my tracks.
Thank god I wasn't carrying the wine glass or a plate or for that matter anything. I would have dropped it. My mouth opened, my eyes widened, and then I closed them, quickly. As I closed them, I slapped my hands over my eyes.
I heard her laugh and then I felt her wrap me in her arms. Roxie gave me the softest hug I had felt in a long time.
With a very breathy voice she whispered in my ear, "Too much?" She kissed my earlobe. "Not enough, or just right?"
God she is my best friend and oh so beautiful but I am not a lesbian. I repeated to myself, I am not a lesbian. I like men and a good girthy cock filling me. I need a girth cock to cum and satisfy me.
She released the hug and backed up a few steps. "Open your eyes slut. I dressed as you asked. You wanted sexy, I believe you said, very sexy."
I opened my eyes and yes, my dearest friend was dressed sexily. She wore a black bra and panty set, a long, past her knees, see-through lace kimono showing a half bra, matching panties, also with a bit of lace, and very sexy sheer pants that gathered at her ankles.
Her hair was slightly curled but flowed over her shoulders; she pulled it back behind her ears. Her neck exposed. She was dressed for sex, not drinks with a friend.
I was scared, nervous but something inside my soul jumped for joy.
"Roxie! Fuck baby, if I was gay! Dear, you are dressed for a night of romance. Damn you are sexy."
"It's what you asked for."
I wasn't able to reply, she spun on her slippers and walked to the fridge and poured her a glass of wine. That bitch. I did tell her to dress sexy for me. I watched her walk away; her legs were so beautiful, firm, and very shapely. Her ass was covered just a bit and really was a beautiful picture.
I shook my head and murmured to myself that I wasn't gay. But damn she was so beautiful.
She came back with some snacks and then sat on the sofa leaving space between us. For the next hour we chatted about life, how bad the holidays were. I told her how strong Al had been, through it all; I had Al as the greatest stepfather ever.
She never mentioned her father or her sister. Then all hell broke loose when she went on a straight five and a half minute rampage about that sleazy piece of crap Carl and his parents. She thought his sister was cute but she was a fucking snob as well."
She spat as she poured another glass of wine, "Fuck that piece of shit. He isn't worth a woman of your esteem and beauty."
"I am not that beautiful Roxie, I am just average."
She turned her head and pointed her finger at me and started mumbling. I couldn't understand what she was saying until the last few words, through gritted teeth. "Stop that shit young lady; you are as beautiful as the morning sunrise and the evening sunset reflecting off the ocean. You are as beautiful as the rows and rows of flowers extending beyond the horizon."
She took a sip of wine. "I won't broach the subject of the other most beautiful woman in your world but know how much I loved her as well."
"Speaking of love?" I raised my eyebrow and teased her.
I asked about her love life to which she ignored and just rolled her eyes. We finished a second bottle of wine. As she stood offering to open another bottle, I joked about the really good Irish whiskey she spoke of. She just turned and looked at me.