The rest of the slumber party was soooooo much fun! Sooo much. So much. Really.
I'll say this: nothing makes you quite so self-conscious about what you must look like getting fucked by your best friend than watching him sticking it to your second best friend over and over again. I couldn't even say how much sex I watched those two have over the next few days. Once he'd gotten his wiener wet, the floodgates were opened. Literally. I don't wanna get all graphic or anything, so I'll just say it the way Knox said it: he made her pussy gush like a fire hydrant that sprayed fish juice.
I don't even want to think about what that means, and I certainly resent the tired stereotype that women's vaginas smell like fish, but I think it at least sums up my point. And I guess, after days and days of my front row seat to the Joanna's Leaky Pussy Show, OK, maybe there's a very, very minor likeness.
So yay. I did it, hooked up my two best friends and made a new couple. That was something to feel good about. They certainly felt good about it. Like,
really
good. Like, almost so good I wanted to ask if they wouldn't mind giving it a rest for a while so they could explore some other aspect of their budding relationship. Like, literally any other aspect. Whenever one of them got that gleam in their eye, I'd do my gentle best to steer conversations to help them bond on a personality level. You know, over the kinds of things that brought people together, like sports, or pop culture. Religion. Their stances on impeachment.
They did not take my bait. At one point, I started keeping a timer on my phone to track how long they were going between one sexual escapade to the next. Sleep aside, their best was a period where they went an hour and nine minutes because Knox wanted to focus on an episode of his dumb show; then he thought listening to her beg him to fuck her again was so funny he made her stew for a bit.
I mostly tried to stay out of the way. My phone had been left behind back at my house, and it felt rude to walk out in the middle of our little party to retrieve it. So I tidied up, exercised, spent some time tending Knox's hydroponic herb garden, where he grew many of his own alchemical ingredients. I asked if they wanted to have the place to themselves , but the two insisted that I stay and hang out with them. Every time I offered. Every time.
We finally finished Knox's little zombie show, thank gosh. Good thing there wasn't a quiz, because other than Rick and Coral, I couldn't name a single other character. Joanna and I found our long-discarded clothes, the first time we'd worn a stitch in days, each hugged Knox goodbye, and left. He groped Joanna's ass when she hugged him. Not mine, though. Which, I guess, was good. Friends probably shouldn't grope friends' asses. Even if they were so used to it that it would be sort of weird that they didn't.
"I finally get it," she said back at my house. The air smelled so good in here. Hardly even a whiff of jizz. "I couldn't at first, not at all. Not even close. But I get it now."
"Get... what?"
"You and Knox."
I crossed my legs not at all defiantly. "Get what?"
"I mean... the magic."
I froze. That was top secret! How on earth did she know? Sure, if you started opening books in his study and found the one that screams its text aloud as you read it, or noticed that the view out the windows showed the world two seconds in the future, or god forbid stumbled upon the dread wraith Primek, Defiler of Strays in the linen closet without knowing the safe word...
"Magic? I have no idea what you're talking about. Definitely no magic that I've ever seen over there, and even less that I had any part in creating." Yeesh, if she found out I'd tried and failed to give her a potion to make her obsessed with Knox, she'd freak!
She cocked her head, not buying my innocence for a heartbeat. "I meant his cock, Rach. The things he can do with his hands? What the hell are you even talking about?"
Oh, so she hadn't discovered his vocation as a warlock. What a relief! Wait, what? "His hands?"
"You don't have to keep playing dumb any more, OK? I get it. Yeah, maybe the guy is kind of a selfish douche, but man. I almost want to go back over for another round right now. But I know I don't need to tell you that, eh?"
"No, yeah, totally." I rearranged the cushions on the end of the sofa for a moment. "Though, like, that's not really why we're friends. You know that, right?"
"Riiiight, sure," Joanna said, laughing and patting my knee.
I sighed. There was no point trying to explain the deep, rich, multitudinous reasons Knox and I clicked. I had in fact learned the word multitudinous while journaling about my newfound friendship one day, just to try to better capture what was in my heart. I'd never had to look up words to describe things between Joanna and I.
Oh, well. Not like anything could come between me and Knox.
"You're sure you don't wanna hang out?"
"I mean... what would we do?" said Knox. In the background, I could hear a sound that could only be someone gagging. No doubt Joanna, and no doubt on his schwing-schwong. I rolled my eyes. She didn't even know that the gagging sound is one of Knox's turn-offs, unless he's goofing around and playing that game we play where we see who can hold their breath the longest. I use his cock in my throat to prove I'm not breathing, and he's on the honor system. Even so, I always win.
(Sweetheart that he is, he probably lets me win just to make me feel good.)
"I don't know. I was thinking we could hit the pool? I know it's--"
"It's sixty-something out, Rach."
"--sixty-something out..." I glared at the phone. "But I could turn on the heater, and as long as we stay in the shallow end..."
"Yeah, I think I'll pass. Jo's over, and she's refining her blowjob skills, and I mean... she's not going to get better if she doesn't practice."
"Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. I mean, if you want, you could come over here, and I could, you know, do that for you. You know I know what I'm doing."
"Um, maybe tomorrow? Sorry, it's just... she's so... oh fuck, she's..."
I drummed my fingers. Knox was pretty insensible when he was coming, and it always took him a minute to screw his head back on. In the meantime, I could hear Joanna hamming it up, wailing and moaning at who knows what. Nobody had an orgasm from
giving
a blowjob. Something like that really would take magic, and Knox had told me a hundred times he didn't squander his power doling out pleasure to others. Not even me. I felt proud to have a friend who held himself to such a strict code, despite how much he must want to do nice things for me.
"Sorry about that. Anyway, I'll let you go. Jo and I are going to head to The Dancing Bear, see if she can't pick up a few techniques. Girl's got a long way to go."
"Oh, that sounds fun!" I lied, but very enthusiastically. Maybe he'd pick up on the interest in my voice and--
"So we'll see you later," he said.
"Yeah, see you--" The line went dead. "Tomorrow?"
"Wow, Ian really kicked you out?" I asked Joanna tomorrow when she strode right into my house without even knocking, reeking of Knox's cum and with sex hair very much in evidence. Without Knox.
"Locks changed and everything. Fucking bastard."
"Oh man, Jo, I'm so sorry. Did he say why?"
There was a pause. "I guess one his friends saw... Knox told you we went to a strip club, right? I thought I heard him say something to you when we were heading out, but my bell was rung pretty good. I really need to find out what that guy eats to make his jizz taste so fucking incredible."
